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((Okay, the party will be divided into two parts, one taking place before midnight, and one after the Halloween spell is starting to work. This is the first part, obviously. The other will be posted immediately afterwards but takes place roughly five hours later or so, in game time. Remember, this post is for partying only, and no people-turning-into-their-costumes crack!))
ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, IT TOLLS FOR THEE
Jack watched the words that were magically carved above the door to the Great Hall, in plain view of everyone entering it, and he smiled secretively. Everything was set. Tonight was going to be interesting. Who would have known magic could prove to be so useful? He made a mental note to investigate this even more for next year. Now that Sally was here, he'd be able to discuss it with her at great length. She always had such lovely ideas.
Since Jack was not exactly a beginner in the scaring people business he had carefully checked out the atmosphere of Hogwarts and gotten a distinct impression of what was considered frightening here. Outside the Great Hall the lights were out and shadows lurked in the corners. At irregular intervals (but always when one was least expecting it) the mad cackle of a deranged evil clown echoed through the Entrance Hall. Small cats black as midnight stroke around the walls, not speaking to anyone but constantly smiling evilly at anyone passing them, showing gleaming, pointed teeth. Also, because Jack never had it in him to resist the absolute classics, bats were hanging upside-down near the ceiling.
Inside the Great Hall, it was less dark and spooky, but still obviously Halloween. Cool white mist was trickling along the floor. Jack-o’-lanterns hovered in the air around an area cleared for dancing. Along one wall stood a large table with various Halloween treats: pumpkin pie, candy corn, toffee apples, hot cider, mini-cakes and a large bowl of punch.
The Halloween party could begin.
Jack watched the words that were magically carved above the door to the Great Hall, in plain view of everyone entering it, and he smiled secretively. Everything was set. Tonight was going to be interesting. Who would have known magic could prove to be so useful? He made a mental note to investigate this even more for next year. Now that Sally was here, he'd be able to discuss it with her at great length. She always had such lovely ideas.
Since Jack was not exactly a beginner in the scaring people business he had carefully checked out the atmosphere of Hogwarts and gotten a distinct impression of what was considered frightening here. Outside the Great Hall the lights were out and shadows lurked in the corners. At irregular intervals (but always when one was least expecting it) the mad cackle of a deranged evil clown echoed through the Entrance Hall. Small cats black as midnight stroke around the walls, not speaking to anyone but constantly smiling evilly at anyone passing them, showing gleaming, pointed teeth. Also, because Jack never had it in him to resist the absolute classics, bats were hanging upside-down near the ceiling.
Inside the Great Hall, it was less dark and spooky, but still obviously Halloween. Cool white mist was trickling along the floor. Jack-o’-lanterns hovered in the air around an area cleared for dancing. Along one wall stood a large table with various Halloween treats: pumpkin pie, candy corn, toffee apples, hot cider, mini-cakes and a large bowl of punch.
The Halloween party could begin.
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Date: 2006-11-08 11:52 pm (UTC)"I have said the same myself," he reflected, happy to follow her line of reasoning into a purely abstract, philosophical -- and therefore eminently safe -- realm. "Curiously, the person who has taken the most umbrage at my saying so -- my saying that a man can be quite sincerely attached to two, three, any number of women -- is also among my acquaintances the most prone to straying from his marital bonds, and with the least trouble to his conscience at that. Monogamy is rather like monarchy: an imperfect system, but one to which I can see no viable alternative. In my youth I was given to revolutionary sentiments. The failure of the French taught me otherwise." Susan had likely been privy to Stephen's occasional vitriolic rants against Napoleon.
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Date: 2006-11-09 12:02 am (UTC)She poured another cup of tea, not trusting herself to drink more punch. "It's not just men who can be attached to more than one woman, either," she chided him gently. "Several of the women I've run into--not counting the Seamstresses, our ladies of negotiable affection--have kept several men simultaneously." She couldn't help but snort. "I always wondered how they had enough energy--in my (admittedly limited) experience, one is draining enough." It didn't help that Imp and those who had come after him had all ended badly--if she was a little bitter, she had a right to be.
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Date: 2006-11-09 12:32 am (UTC)"I should understand women better than I do, now that I have been one. It was while you were popcorn; there is a potion that accomplishes the change." Suddenly a speculative look crossed his face. "Do you think Teatime would recognise you, were you a man?"
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Date: 2006-11-09 02:30 am (UTC)Susan had to laugh at the idea of herself as a man. "Unless I could do something about this hair, he'd recognize me if I was a poodle," she said, indicating her veiled head. "I've never tried dyeing it, but something tells me it wouln't take. It's like the birthmark, I think; bits of soul genetics no magic can erase."
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