HALLOWEEN BALL

[paradisamods]

By now, all residents should have received their invitations. Even those whose were lost in transit have had an invitation brought to them personally by one of the "lively" ghosts of the castle. Formal attire or a costume is required!

The ballroom itself is decorated for the occasion. Fog coats the floor, which has an eerie spiral design on it. Above, the ceiling seems much higher than normal, allowing for bats to fly about and webs to hang down, wafting in a slight draft that brings a slight chill to anyone in the room. The ceiling gives way to a glass window just above, which allows all those in attendance to view the vibrant lightning storm that is going on outside.

Although the room itself seems dark and spoopy, the music remains fairly upbeat, if not a bit eerie itself.

The ghosts at the door are happy to invite you in. You need only present yourself and your invitation. Have fun!

[Feel free to add in your own sections if you'd like!

Also, some lovely selections of food and drink for the buffet table! Thanks, Mugsy!]

Comments

[thebestseller]

[Castle was having the time of his life. He was dressed as the illustrious Mark Twain, complete with a fabulous wig and mustache of white hair, and was currently cutting a rug on the dance floor, trying- not always successfully- not to bump into anyone.]

[not_nikkiheat]

[Kate grins as she watches Castle bounce around on the dancefloor. Eventually, she comes up behind him, putting her hands on his hips and leaning to whisper in his ear. She hopes he likes her costume.]

Care to dance, Mr. Twain?

[thebestseller]

[Castle sucks in a sharp breath at the familiar voice and turns around to grin widely at Kate.]

Indeed I would, lieutentant. I'll try not to be two left feet.

[not_nikkiheat]

[She presses in close as they dance, her hands resting on his shoulders.]

Who would've thought you could make a white wig sexy?

[thebestseller]

[Castle grins in reply and tweaks his false moustache.]

You really think so?

[not_nikkiheat]

[She laughs and kisses him, wrinkling her nose when his mustache tickles.]

Don't go getting any ideas or anything, I prefer you as you normally are. But you do look mighty fine, Mr. Twain.

[thebestseller]

Awww, and here I was hoping to try and make it into a fashion statement. Weirder things have happened.

[He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, loving the little nose wriggle she had made.]

[not_nikkiheat]

[She brushes her thumb across his lips.]

I don't think I could handle you looking like this everyday. I'm kinky, but I'm not that kinky.

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ And bump he did - right into Ashura.

The king swung around, his hair flowing behind him a streak of light, a comet's tail. His clothing wafted around him, fluttering and then settling as he came to rest. He smiled softly at the other man, nodding his head, the diamonds in his long ears glittering. ]</sub>

I see you are having quite the time.

[thebestseller]

Whoops, sorry about that.

[He then fully took in the outfit the other man was wearing, grinning his approval.]

That's a pretty amazing outfit. I should have seen you glowing, like, a mile away.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He laughed, the sound bright, shaking his head and making the lights dance. ]}

No, it is quite all right. Shooting stars are supposed to be seen in the fraction of a moment, a surprise, you might say! So, in that regard, the costume works quite well.

[thebestseller]

A shooting star, eh? I give you props for that- I wouldn't have thought of that myself, much less been able to actually pull it off.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, it was more the Castle's idea than my own. I still prefer candle and firelight to this things in my hair, but I do not think fire would have made quite the same impression!