paradisalogs | gazing at you with scorpion eyes

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

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[Need a breather from the decorations and people and hot dog mummies? The "back yard" of the cabin is just an area that's been cleared of trees, though there are still a few stumps Brock hasn't pulled up yet so be careful. There's a vegetable garden back here though only winter cabbage is growing right now, and an empty green house.

There is a bench made from a log if you would like to sit.]

[Katherine can't actually go inside the party, rules of a vampire and all, but she is enjoying the outdoors. The weather isn't so cool, and she's finding the view of watching others very interesting.]

[Hellboy is lurking outside too. Not because of anything like the vampire thing, but because he's trying to decide if he actually wants to go inside or not.]

Friend of the bride or the groom? [That's a joke! This is not a wedding, Hellboy.]

[She's a bit startled by the sudden presence, having been lost in her own thoughts for far too long as she sat there.]

I think the groom. I'm not sure though, I saw the invitation, but I didn't realize who it was from. [She had spoken to Brock about football, but she isn't aware of that connection.]

I thought it would be a nice change of pace.

[He's more stealthy than he looks, true enough.]

The Russian woman with the eyepatch and her husband. [He can't really help there, since he's spoken to Brock maybe... once... and doesn't know that much about him.]

Not much of a party outside.

No, it seems not, but it is a nice night. I think I was simply content to enjoy the quiet.

[He nods, lighting a cigarette.] Not a bad idea.

Would you care to join me? [She's not afraid of him, considering the things she's seen it would be silly for her to be afraid of someone who seems so civil.]

[He smiles a little thinly, though that's more because of the way his face works than anything else.]

I thought I already was. But okay.

You would be surprised the meaning that an invitation can hold and now that you've been invited, can I get a name?

[Invitations hold meaning? For vampires, maybe!!! Ha ha.] Hellboy.

I am Katherine. It is a very poignant name: Hellboy. I take it that you have difficulty explaining your appearance?

[That thin smile again.] I don't like talking about it, no.

[The way Hank dresses, there's no need for a costume. He could blend in well enough, and yet has found himself outside.

He doesn't want to be around most of these people, not really. Not when he could be working but recon, in a way, is work and so here he is...]

[But Molotov has come out for a bit of fresh air! She's dressed like slutty Cleopatra, to suit the theme of this party.]

Hank, I did not know you were coming.