♈ Aradia: ERMAHGERD GHOST PARTY.

[psych0p0mps]

Who: Aradia and YOU!
What: Día de los Muertos party!
When: Nov 1 and 2, afternoon/evening
Where: Nov 1: Castle Graveyard. Nov 2: Wanderers' Yard.
Rating: ???

[It took quite a bit of work on short notice, but the castle cemetery has undergone a remarkable transformation this evening. Every grave is decked out in brightly colored flowers, especially marigolds. As night falls, the place will start to glow by candlelight as well. There's a primary table with food laid out, where you can put your potluck dishes, and another small one with some craft supplies. The music playing is upbeat, like it's encouraging you to dance! This is meant to be a happy occasion, after all.]

[SECTIONS: FOODS | CRAFTS / FACE PAINTING | MINGLING | NOV 2 - WANDERERS' YARD. Will be in and out (mostly out) tonight due to work but yeah tag around!]

Comments

[nihilo]

[ Alice does notice the difference in the other eye but makes no comment on it, yet. She lets go of him and shrugs. ]

Where would the fun be in that?

[thehangedrose]

...I don't know, but generally there is something called "personal space", you know.

[And a slight sigh as he starts dabbing on paint again. God he almost feels naked, what with the other eye exposed. It feels too weird.]

[nihilo]

[ She peers closer at his eye, as if to show how much she cares about this "personal space" thing. ]

Did you hurt your eye?

[thehangedrose]

[He turns away involuntarily as to not let her see it, frowning.]

Um...yeah. It was a long time ago, though.

[nihilo]

[ Alice settles back into her chair. ]

What happened?

[thehangedrose]

[A huff.]

It's just a childhood injury, really...me doing foolish things and all and not having much common sense at the time, that sort of thing. That's why I'm much more careful now!

[nihilo]

[ Alice makes an indifferent hum, before clasping her hand in anticipation. ]

So. What will you draw on your face?

[thehangedrose]

Oh! Um. Probably flowers. I don't think I could bring myself to draw a skull, no matter how much in the holiday tradition it is...

[nihilo]

Dandy. [ That may have been an insult, or an off-hand comment, who really knows with Alice. ]

[thehangedrose]

[He huffs, looking almost offended by that.]

H-hey! Who are you calling a dandy?

[nihilo]

I don't see anyone else.

[thehangedrose]

But that's not nice! I'm just me, I'm not a dandy, of all things!

[nihilo]

Fine. Give me something else to call you.

[thehangedrose]

Garry. Just call me Garry. That's my name.

[nihilo]

That would be boring.

[thehangedrose]

But it's my name!

...

Ugh, fine, what else do you want to call me? Besides dandy.

[nihilo]

Beau Brummel.

[thehangedrose]

...

What.

[nihilo]

Look it up.

[thehangedrose]

Okay, I-I will.

But if it turns out to be another insult, I'm not allowing you to call me that, okay?

Besides, I don't even think I got your name...

[nihilo]

[ She takes that as a cue to stand up and make to leave. ]

Alice Morgan.

[thehangedrose]

That's a nice name- oh, are you going somewhere?

...

Did I say something wrong?

[nihilo]

Home. And no.

[ She turns and smiles at him. ]

Until next time, Mr. Brummel.

[thehangedrose]

Oh, alright...

[He does have to smile at that, because the name does sound silly.]

I guess I'll see you around, Alice.

[nihilo]

[ She waves as she goes! ]