[OPEN] Halloween Haunt at The Apothecary

[appetitive]

who: Magnus Bane (appetitive) & anyone who'd like to come!
what: Halloween & Samhain party featuring transformative potions
when: October 31st at dusk through November 2nd at dawn
where: The Apothecary (formerly known as The Quarantine Bar)
warnings: please tag threads individually as needed!

The Apothecary's Halloween Haunt

For the entirety of October, The Apothecary bar has been and will continue to be decorated in deep shades of purple and orange, not to mention a whole lot of black and an array of convincingly grim yet decidedly elegant decorations. The real party doesn't start until the sun sets on Halloween night, stretching past the witching hours and through the following day in celebration of the lesser-known Samhain. From dusk of October 31st to dawn on November 2nd, the bar is alive with magic largely thanks to the menu of six alcoholic potions whose effects are posted on menus around the bar. These menus will be placed in clear sight with moving images of each drink so that guests are fully aware of their magical properties—if someone hands you a mystery drink, you're encouraged (but not obliged) to find out what it'll do to you before partaking. Each potion lasts an average of three hours, or until an antidote is drunk. And though multiple potions can be "stacked" by drinking them without an antidote in-between, party-goers will be cautioned that some potions may mix to create strange results. Luckily, the host will be attending from dusk to dawn in order to sort out any dangerous effects.

While the drink menu is the main event, there will be plenty of other ways to find some ghoulish entertainment. Tables are laden with a variety of both sweet and savory appetizers which all paying customers are welcome to enjoy. Because of the length of the party, the kitchen will be serving a limited menu of main-course items during typical mealtimes throughout the days. And because no party would be complete without music, there will be a "live" skeleton band performing jazz, rock, and the occasional but obligatory Halloween song upon request—please use this power wisely and save your fellow party-goers from two hours of continuous Witchy Woman.

Given that this is a Halloween party, costumes are highly recommended and will be rewarded with a free drink upon arrival. If you come without a costume, bartenders will recommend trying the Monster Mash or Werewolves of London potions in order to get you more into the spirit of Halloween. Though the bar will be dotted with large couches, plush armchairs, and piles of floor pillows, dozing guests will be encouraged to go home and sleep between festivities. If you're unable to handle over thirty-six hours of continuous partying, go enjoy a nap and then return to the bar for another round later on!

◇MONSTER MASH FLAVOR flat, warm; spiced rum, cranberry juice, grenadine EFFECTS Forget your costume at home? Don't worry, because drinking this potion while result in a full-body change into a classic Halloween creature, with a twist: it's either the sexy version, or the scary one. Though the drinker will be partially recognizable beneath it, the change can be a costume of its own. Some common transformations include but are not limited to: vampires, werewolves, zombies, witches, demons, and Frankenstein's monster	◇THRILLER FLAVOR flat, chilled; whiskey, bitters, sugar, orange zest EFFECTS If you're craving a change, this is the drink for you. The potion will bring about a random shift in the color of the drinker's hair, eyes, or both. Differences can range anywhere from natural shades to neon hues, as well as a variety of patterns and multi-colored or mismatched options. And don't worry, any facial hair you may have won't be left out of the fun!
◇TIME WARP FLAVOR flat, chilled; light rum, creme de menthe, lemon juice EFFECTS For those party-goers looking for a whole new perspective on Halloween, this drink offers two unique experiences. When sharing with another guest, knock the glasses together and drink simultaneously for a body swap. Feeling really adventerous? Get multiple people to join in on the fun! If you're drinking alone, you'll find that your biological sex will change from male to female, or vice versa.	◇WEREWOLVES OF LONDON FLAVOR sparkling, chilled; vodka, chambord, sparkling limeade EFFECTS Get ready to howl at the moon, or maybe fly off towards it, after trying this drink. Shortly after imbibing, partakers will manifest any number of animal traits, though all from the same animal. Perhaps it's as simple as a pair of bird's wings, or a full set of cat ears, tail, and eyes. The potion will pick up on any animal-like traits you may have, so snakes and rats beware.
◇I PUT A SPELL ON YOU FLAVOR flat, chilled; gin, vermouth, creme de cassis EFFECTS This potion is for anyone who's ever wanted to live out their dreams of being a teenaged wizard at boarding school. Though it may take a few tries to get perfect certain tricks, drinkers will be able to perform low-level spells with their hands such as: levitation, creating colored sparks, turning items invisible, elemental manipulation, summoning or conjouring items, short-distance teleporation, and a number of other simple tricks. (Any violent abuse of these abilities will result in immediate and forceful administration of an antidote and expulsion from the bar.)	◇HIGHWAY TO HELL FLAVOR flat, warm; absinthe, sugar, heatless fire EFFECTS Though this drink doesn't contain a potion, does it really need to when you're drinking something that's still on fire? This shot of absinthe, though adorned with a multicolored and edible flame, will warm you through and have you breathing the same cool fire for as long as it takes the sugar cube to dissolve on your tongue.

◇DON'T FEAR THE REAPER

FLAVOR
sparkling, chilled; blackberry syrup, cola
EFFECTS
These shots are free of alcohol and provide an antidote to every other drink on the menu. One splash of this delightfully chilled and refreshing drink will reserve all transformative effects as well as void all magical abilities. And though it is non-alcoholic, it does not provide any sobering qualities.

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Magnus Bane | all options open to all!

[appetitive]

FASHIONABLE FELINE

[ Perhaps unsurprising to anyone who knows him, Magnus has chosen to dress as a black cat for the party. Though his outfit changes halfway through the party, starting out as a purple Victorian ensemble complimented by streaks of purple running through his hair. Later on, around midday, he changes into a more comfortable red number with deep red shadow rimming his eyes.

The highlight of his costume are his feline features he keeps throughout the entirety of the party. Large black cat ears sprout from his hair, adorned with silver jewelry, twitching to follow snippets of conversation. A sleep black tail trails behind him, swaying beneath his coat tails. He's generally good about keeping it to himself, but you may find it brushing up against your leg while standing near him. ]

So sorry about that, it really does have a mind of its own. [He grins, showing off pointed fangs that many guests will incorrectly assume are all part of the costume. He's also allowing his natural cat-like eyes to show, a rare sight since they're usually glamoured to a more common brown shade. ]

HAUNTING HOST

[ As the host of the party and brewer of all the potions being served, Magnus will be on-hand for the duration of the festivities. Whether he's weaving through the creepy crowd of guests, lounging on his reserved couch with a clear view of the entire bar, or taking a catnap in his office, he can be called upon to help with any negative effects the potions may be having. He's confident that the antidotes can fix any problems, but just in case your anatomy is one he isn't familiar with, he's happy to take a more hands-on approach to reversing any spell. He'll also be stealthily policing the use of the I Put A Spell On You potion due to its magical properties. ]

PERSONAL POTIONS

[ Because he's the host, and potions are something of a specialty for him, Magnus will make his way behind the bar several times through the party in order to take requests. Whether it's a purely alcoholic drink you're looking for or something with a magical kick to it, Magnus will do his best to fulfill your order. Levitating bottles and conjuring strangely twisted glasses, he's a picture of nonchalance behind the bar as his magic does most of the heavy lifting. ]

Unfortunately, I can't give you clairvoyance, though honestly it's a vastly over-rated skill. [ He says it casually, not with an air of it being impossible but instead perhaps troublesome. ] That potion takes far too long to brew for how limited its affects are. Might I suggest something else?

MARVELOUS MAGIC

[ It's Halloween, and it's honestly the best time for Magnus to be able to put his magic to work. Not only will he be wandering around and causing mischief—decorations seeming to dance on their own, flirting couples bumping into each other for no clear reason, candles floating out of their holders—but he'll be supervising the low-level magic provided by some of the potions. Upon spotting someone trying to create fireworks but instead threatening to light themselves on fire, Magnus will slide in and take hold of their hand. ]

It's a little less flourish and a little more snap, darling. [ He demonstrates by snapping his fingers and then pointing two fingers at the resulting spark that hangs in the air and begins to change color. ] Magic is a living thing, so if you tell it what you want to do, it will normally listen.

WITCHY WILDCARD

[ Magnus can be found literally anywhere at all times—it is, after all, his bar and his party! If you have any questions, feel free to drop me a PM or contact Magnus ICly through his inbox. ]

marvelous magic~

[spellslots]

[Taako has never claimed to be a good person, and he's certainly not going to do so when his current form of entertainment is watching someone struggle with their newly gifted magic. He's pretty sure they were like, two seconds from setting themselves alight, and when Magnus steps in to help, Taako sighs audibly.]

You couldn't have waited like a minute, my man? I was looking forward to the show.

[He's totally ignoring the person that Magnus is helping, because he... doesn't care.

(Tonight's outfit is a very clear homage to Cher Horowitz, because he's watched far too many Earth movies.)]

Fashionable Feline - NC17 Eventually

[angelic_archer]

Alec's own magical additions to his costume were surprisingly easier to keep track of than Magnus'. Once he'd figured out how to move the angel wings, keeping them tucked close was almost second nature. Occasionally, when there was enough room, he'd spread them as much as space would allow, letting the dim light catch along the golden edges of the soft feathers. The suit he wore had been a choice he'd made in hopes of impressing his husband. From the way golden eyes had followed him while he'd gotten ready, Alec had finally gotten some aspect of fashion correct. The color wasn't quite white so it didn't remind him of mourning and the style was something he'd seen during their travels. Good memories to counteract any hint of loss.

Of course, the friendly, sleek tail that was brushing intimately along his inseam was distracting enough that, when combined with the cat ears and Magnus' warlock marks, Alec doubted he'd think of anything related to the wars for days.

Swallowing hard as he tried to ignore the way his heart raced at seeing Magnus without his glamours. It was rare that he ever saw Magnus' beautiful, cat eyes while they were in public. He would have felt guilty over Magnus having to hide that aspect of his nature... if he wasn't getting distracted by Magnus' wayward tail.

Grinning at his husband, he caught the lapels of Magnus' vest to guide him closer. Nuzzling his human shaped ear, he whispered so that no one else would notice them, "Does that mean that you weren't thinking of seeing how tight my pants are right now?"

personal potions

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco does his best not to react, when the woman in front of him requests a potion that grants clairvoyance. If he were entirely sober, he would have managed to keep his thoughts entirely to himself. As is, however, he's had a few drinks already (as evidenced by his dark purple eyes, and the fact that he keeps making tiny objects appear out of thin air as he waits). And because he has had a little to drink, he doesn't quite hold in the very soft laugh, the tiny shake of his head, which seems to indicate his agreement when Magnus calls clairvoyance vastly overrated. Magnus may have caught the reaction, and he might not.

Either way, when the woman has accepted her alternative and walked off, it is Cisco's turn to talk to the host. He approaches the bar, and asks: ]

Sooooo I get that maybe this isn't possible, but we haven't got magic where I come from so I've got no clue, and I figure, might as well give it a shot. You got anything that could, like... make it so I could talk to animals, for an hour or two.

[ That's right: with potentially limitless possibilities, rather than strength or rare beauty or anything of the sort, what Cisco really wants is a potion that will let him tell his cats that he loves them very much, in a way that they'll understand it. That's just how he rolls. ]

Jace Wayland | Fashionable Feline

[wayfaring_stranger]

[It's the tail that catches him by surprise.]

As much as I appreciate the attention-[He starts and then stops with a slight hitch to his breath as he turns to find it's Magnus. Suddenly it's not the tail with a mind of it's own that has him staring. Not with shock or confusion or any other reaction Magnus may have received in his long life if anyone ever had the privilege of seeing what Jace could see now.]

Wow. Your eyes are beautiful.

[Very beautiful. And then he remembers that time by the pool and forces his gaze to Magnus's ears, smiling and hoping his face isn't actually as red as it feels.]

How offended would you be if I scratched your ears and called you Kitty?

personal potions

[umbrastaff]

[ Lup moves over to the bar and leans to it with an amused look as Magnus explains to this other person about the Clairvoyance thing being dull. ]

It's kind of a let-down anyway, ask for something shinier than one of the most boring level 3 spells.

[ Divination wasn't her thing, okay.

Still, she'll be a good girl and wait until the lovely bartender is available. ]

Think you could whip up something virgin for me? I've had way too many drinks already because they're too delicious, dude.

Alec Lightwood | Open

[angelic_archer]

ANGELIC ASSISTANCE

[Although the bar isn’t his, being the husband of the being running the Apothecary means that Alec assumes certain duties as a host. He can’t reverse spells, but he can keep an eye on the crowd to make sure that no one gets too rowdy. With so magic flying around, he has the feeling that there may be some kind of problems during the evening that might need a little Shadowhunter assistance. Mostly he just roams around the bar, angel wings kept close, noticing anyone who might be having a little too much fun or might be freaked out by the effects of the alcohol and potions.

Pausing near one of the party goers, he gives the being a sheepish smile.]

Is everything okay?

DEFINITELY NOT A TEENAGE WIZARD

[Alec watches some of the party goers down the ‘I cast a spell on you’ drinks, smiling as he thinks of a certain discussion months ago. Magical boarding schools and his boyfriend insisting that they read the books after Alec mentioned a certain conversation in Taki’s.

Smiling at the memory, he decides to try the potion since it won’t interfere with the spell that gave him wings. He’s had magic before thanks to the Alliance rune, but this will be different. This isn’t the same type of magic that Magnus had shared with him. Using that power had been instinctive, this was… complicated.

After his third attempt at trying to turn a shot glass into a flower, he lets out a frustrated sigh.]

Conjuring up fireballs is much easier than this.

WINGED WALLFLOWER

[Alec has been getting better about being social, but sometimes being around so many people overwhelm him and he needs a little time away from the crowds. After making his circuits around the bar, he makes his way back to Magnus' reserved couch to watch the party without interacting too much. Occasionally, his newly created wings need to be stretched so he can be found along one of the least decorated patches of wall space - a rarity considering how much Magnus loves the holiday - slowly spreading the wings to their full width. The feathers shimmer faintly like someone had brushed them with fine, gold glitter. Leaning carefully back against the wall, he closes his eyes, sighs as wiggles the new appendages, smiling at how real they look. If anyone asks about them, he'll tell them about his magical husband and the spell that had given Alec a temporary set of wings.]

WILDCARD

(If you'd like to discuss other options or set up something else, contact me through starfleetgirlfriday or PMs.)

winged wallflower

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco's an extrovert; he always has been, even back during the years when he didn't have any friends. He has always thrived on being around people, including at parties. He's been having an absolute blast at this one, so far; a little dancing to the skeletal band, a little snacking, a lot of socializing, and even some experimentation with the magic potions.

But he notices, a few hours into the party, a young man he's never met before standing slightly away from the commotion. What surprises Cisco the most isn't the wings - everyone is walking around with tails and cat ears and scales and the like - but the fact that he is off by himself, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. Cisco, being a worrier by nature, worries that he doesn't want to be here, or that perhaps he doesn't like the transformation that he's undergone with the wings but does not know that there is an antidote.

So he sidles over, concern clear on his face. Cisco is dressed in a galaxy-patterned suit, complete with makeup and nails to match, but for all his loud attire, his voice is soft as he asks: ]

Hey, you doin' okay over here? Need any help?

Angelic Assistance

[talentedscavenger]

[It had taken a great deal of patience on Alec's part to have Rey leave the comfort and quietness of her home to go to a party--a first for her. It was loud, filled with different decorations and she felt grossly out of place. She didn't know what exactly to do; people seemed to be ordering drinks, or dancing, chatting among themselves. Sure, there was a chance to meet Magnus, but this was his party and she didn't want to bother him.

There were a few things that caught her attention; the drinks being ordered and the magic of the area. The 'live' skeleton band playing and other things she could ask about later. Really, she was counting down the seconds until she thought she could politely excuse herself and head back. Poe would have fun, and so would Finn, but her? She would rather stick to watching from the sidelines and inch her way towards the door.

Until Alec found her.]

Yeah, everything's fine. Just watching. [It was a bit overwhelming. The cantina in Maz's castle was fine, and she did well there, but at least she knew Chewie and Han. Hopefully her small smile was enough to convince Alec.]

Jace Wayland | Winged Wallflower

[wayfaring_stranger]

[Tonight is strictly water. ALthough Jace has been considering trying one of the potions. Maybe one that will randomly change his hair to blue and give him cosmos eyes or something. He's not sure he wants to try the Monster Mash considering the monsters he's faced and had to kill. Demons, mostly. His father told him he was half demon, but Alec seems absolutely sure he's not.

Maybe he'd turn into a brilliant angel like Alec.

Jace can't take his eyes off him, especially now when he's quite and alone, his eyes closed and those beautiful wings Magnus gave him wiggling, making Alec smile to himself. He can tell his parabatai is pleased, happy even. He can feel it.

He can't help himself and ends up quietly moving to stand in front of Alec.]

I always knew you were more angelic than me.

pre-party at home

[appetitive]

When Alec returned home from his morning patrol, he found Magnus in front of his vanity getting ready for the party that started in several hours. Along with his makeup, which was currently consisting of gold powder dusted around his eyes as well as the usual dark eyeliner, he was wearing something special for Alec. He wanted to start the festivities together in the comfort of their own home, a chance to get ready with each other and explore the magical results. Though they had a history of not caring where they were when the mood struck, least of all a party held on their own property, that didn't mean they couldn't have both options available to them. And the main reason he wanted to give them a chance to be alone was the magical additions he'd just finished putting into place as Alec walked in the door.

Turning around on the stool he was perched on, Magnus smiled warmly at Alec. "Welcome home, darling," he said as he stood, showing off almost the entirety of his legs thanks to his current fashion choices. The shirt is equally revealing, the neckline plunging halfway down his chest and revealing the collection of necklaces picked out just for Alec. If all of that didn't make it clear enough that he had the intention of getting Alec's attention, the black cat ears and tail he suddenly had would do the trick.

He stepped closer to Alec, movements tentative compared to his usual confidence around his husband. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction the feline features might warrant, and once again he'd used fashion as a sort of padding in that sense; if Alec didn't like his choice of Halloween costume, at least he would be distracted by everything else long enough for Magnus to recover. "You left so early this morning that I don't remember saying goodbye."

☂ taako

[spellslots]

[[costumes: Bowie, Beyoncé (Lup is probably Nicki); the vague concept of a mermaid; Howl; Cher Horowitz. Feel free to pick whatever, he's gonna be swapping a lot]]

i; i bet you look good on the dance floor

[October has, undoubtedly, been a terrible fucking month and there's no better way to deal with that than a good party. The memories seem to have stopped, at least for now, and he's ready to do literally anything other than think about a) the shit he's seen or b) the shit other people have seen about him. Not to mention the ghosts.

So, yeah, it's fucking party time.

Which mean he spends most evenings at The Apothecary, and most of his time there on the dance floor, having fun with whatever music is playing and more than happy to drag anyone into a dance with him. When he's not dancing, Taako's flitting around the bar trying the potions or chilling at a table, idling messing around with magic.

The food on offer is, of course, under more scrutiny than it might be from a normal person, but that's just how he is.]

ii; perhaps vampires is a bit strong, but...

[The first time he tries the monster mash potion, he gets the zombie option, mutters yuck under his breath and takes the antidote so he can try again. His second try results in a vampire, which he thinks is hilarious and decides to stick with for as long as the potion lasts.

It doesn't alter what he does with his time, but if he spots anyone he recognizes he's definitely going to try to sneak up on them (rolled an 8 on that one, so it's not his best attempt) to see if he can startle them.]

iii; little illusion machine

[It's Lup!

Or it looks like Lup, except the way she speaks isn't quite right, because while they're very similar in appearance, their speech patterns aren't exact copies, so anyone who's familiar enough with either twin might be able to spot the difference. Pretending to be each other isn't a new trick, with or without sex swap potions to help out, so Taako has no qualms about introducing himself as Lup to see how long he can get away with it.]

You gonna let me buy you a drink, babe?

iv; potion approaching

[The idea of a body swap isn't new, he's had it happen before as an accident, at the stupid Bureau of Balance team building camp, and he's honestly not too worried about any lasting repercussions. If someone's a dick about it, he can just drink one of the antidotes and end the spell.

So he's got two of the drinks in hand when he approaches.]

Wanna give it a whirl?

v; leave before the lights come on

[[this is the wild card option!!! idk!!! hit me up!!]

iii

[franciscoramon]

[ For all his caution, Cisco can be, at times, fairly gullible. He thinks, as he is making his way through the crowd, that he is headed for Lup. Cisco wants to say hi to her, to give her a hug now that she's not mostly made of fire. Taako had said something about Loki getting her a temporary body, and so he just assumes...

...But before he's quite all the way there, he hears Taako laugh, and it's just different enough to give him pause, to make him wonder. After all, Cisco knows the effects of that particular potion: he's under those same effects right now, himself. He pauses, listening for just a moment, and he thinks that maybe Taako has drunk the Time Warp potion, the same as he has. Which is why, when he taps gently on the shoulder of the mermaid-attired elf in front of him, he asks: ]

Taako? That you?

[ If he got it wrong, well, it wouldn't be the first time. ]

cisco ramon 🎃 ota

[franciscoramon]

OCTOBER 31

i put a spell on you + thriller

[ The first night of the party, Cisco shows up in the early evening along with Eddie. They've gone for a somewhat unconventional couple's costume: Eddie as a space cowboy and Cisco as, well, space. He's wearing a galaxy-patterned, well-fitted suit, with a black button-up and matching bowtie. He's even been bold enough to add a little eyeliner and space-themed eyeshadow, as well as space-themed nails.

Cisco is wary of the magic potions, at first. He mingles for a while without trying any, but he sees enough other people enjoying them that he relaxes. He opts for the Thriller first, and checks in a mirror. Cisco had thought it would be something drastic - bright pink hair, or the like. It takes him a moment to notice that, instead, his irises have lightened, shifted from dark brown to a deep purple color.

After that, Cisco moves on quickly to the I Put A Spell On You which, as he quickly discovers, allows him to conjure things out of thin air. True, the things he's conjuring are all small - a feather, a peony, a marble - for someone who has never done magic before in his life, it is just about the coolest thing ever. Cisco goes around showing off delightedly, to friends and strangers alike: ]

Check this shit out!

[ This enthusiasm is only doubled when he realizes that he can teleport from place to place. He can't go more than ten or fifteen feet at a time, but it's still enough to have him laughing with pure, undiluted joy and popping in and out of sight from place to place all around the party. ]

NOVEMBER 1

time warp

[ When Cisco returns to the party the next night, he knows what is on offer, and he has planned in advance. This time, he has a specific potion in mind that he is going to drink. He shows up in a cute, witchy dress & hat, with gloves, boots, and yes, a broom (though he leans it against a wall somewhere as soon as he comes in and doesn't pick it up the rest of the night). He's gotten someone who is competent in such things to do his makeup - lots of smokey eye and of course, black lipstick. All in all, a modest but recognizable witch costume, to be a counterpoint to Eddie's warlock ensemble.

When he first walks in, Cisco feels profoundly awkward in the dress and makeup, quickly making his way to the drinks table to gulp down a Time Warp before he chickens out. For the rest of the night, Cisco will be topping up on that drink before the three hours are up, so that he remains sex-swapped for the duration. He's a little uncertain about it, at first, but gradually settles in; anyone who knows Cisco should be able to recognize him, though it might take them a few moments. Certainly, all doubts will be gone as soon as he opens his mouth - underneath the changes he's the same old Cisco, delighted by all things unusual and new. ]

Magic is the coolest!

Nov 1

[tutee]

[ Bill's outfit is simple, just a cream colored top and tight fitting black pants, but with the addition of a werewolves of london potion, she's a bit more on-theme with black cat ears and tail. And apparently she doesn't know Cisco all that well, because when she sees the little witch, she doesn't recognize her as her friend, but instead just sees a new cute girl to flirt with. ]

It really is, isn't it? [ She beams, her car tail swishing behind her. She even goes so far as to do a playful mraowr in Cisco's direction. ]

Draco Malfoy | OTA

[dracolucmalfoy]

I. Arrival & Drink Draco did not wear a costume. The idea of all of this celebration for Halloween was not common to him. He was Brittish for one. the United Kingdom did not celebrate Halloween like America did. While the Wizarding World marked its passing more than the Muggles seemed to, it still wasn't quite like this. And so Draco appeared dressed in a casual outfit that consisted of fitted pants, a button-up, sweater over top and nice boots that rose up over his ankles and tucked up under his pant leg. His hair was no slicked back, but style to fall to one side more than the other. All in all, he thought he looked quite acceptable. Better than the foolish creatures dressed in ridiculous costumes. Moving up to the bar he ignored the comments and looked over the list, trying to decide on something to drink. Because really? He didn't even want to come out and wanted very much to slink back to his room. II. Ferret-like Draco wasn't a happy camper. The only reason he hadn't immediately sought out an antidote and suffered this in the 'spirit' of things was because the casual observer would think cat. They wouldn't see the triangle ears were smaller than a cat's normally was and closer to the head, nor that the tail was slightly different. No, the only real question came with his eyes. They were not slit like a cat's were. He shrugged and blamed the thing he had drank. But he knew what it was. Ferret. A blasted ferret. So Draco stood back away from people. He wasn't sulking... except he totally was. A ferret! He was glad no one was here from his world to witness this. III. Bring Your Own [Ping me in PM or Plurk (bluedemonowl) and we can discuss something!]

Re: Draco Malfoy | OTA

[wayfaring_stranger]

Were you hoping for a feline or do you have something against Ferrets?

[It's an honest and sincere question. Someone doesn't look happy with the outcome of their potion. So Jace brought an antidote with him, just in case.]

You can always try again. [He offers the antidote.]

nico di angelo ▪ open

[deathkid]

𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣❜𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚❓ ➨

[ at first, nico had been wary about attending the party. seeing the invitation on the network, he'd wondered how safe it would be for him after his stint in the kissing fields with alec. even if it had ended rather innocently, nico isn't really into meeting alec's other half if it might end up a battle of magic. eventually, however, he gives into the urge because how could he be the son of hades without attending a halloween party?

when nico arrives, it's without the zombie cadre he'd brought with him to the feast at the beginning of the month, though he's wearing the toga and stygian iron coronet he'd picked as a costume. at his hip, as always, is his stygian iron sword, which seems to give off waves of cold and fear. it all seems appropriate still, given his status and the nature of the holiday. and really, nico is buzzing with excitement over everything because this is his time of year. even before learning he's a demigod, nico's always loved halloween, and once he'd discovered who his father is, the lord of the underworld and the dead himself, nico has always felt a kinship with the holiday. the night of spooky monsters and the undead. it's the night when his powers seem to be strongest, when he doesn't have to try hard to reach out and grasp the spirits of the night. it's why he's got his sword at his hip and a skeleton dressed in a greek chiton following him around. ]

𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚❜𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 ➨

[ at some point in the night, once nico's made the rounds of the food tables and peeked at the drinks, he can be found on the dance floor. he's not one for dancing, usually, but here he's dancing with his skeletal buddy, snapping his fingers in time with the music. as the music changes to something upbeat, nico cheers and gives a wave of his hand, instructing his skeletal friend to start in on an elaborate tap dance. it's not the thriller scene he'd shown at the harvest feast, but it's still clear nico's got a good grip on controlling the corpse.

then, as if out of nowhere, spirits begin to swirl around nico. he moves his hands much like a conductor might while directing an orchestra. except nico isn't directing violins and trumpets. he's directing ghosts to join the dance as they flitter and float around the crowd in intricate motions. he smirks, feeling his power flow through him, and once the music comes to an end, he gives another wave of his hand, dismissing the ghosts and his skeletal companion, which practically melts back into the floor. then, he turns to the crowd and bows. ]

𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚 ➨

[ it's only natural that nico can, for the most part, be found around the food and drinks. he's tempted to try some of the stranger concoctions, but being wary of the magic he feels coming off them, he sticks to the one called ❝don't fear the reaper❞. however, figuring it would be interesting to try some of the other drinks, he peers at them before selecting the ❝highway to hell❞. he's been to hell, or at least the greek version of it and recalls the flames of the phlegethon river in tartarus. drinking those flames hadn't killed him, so he assumes these won't either. before sipping it though, he looks towards the closes person and holds it up. ]

Bottoms up?

𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚❜𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 ➨

[ want something else? hit me up at alkahestic ]

𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣❜𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚

[angelic_archer]

[Alec hadn't been sure if Nico would show up. He'd hoped so since the number of people he'd had conversations with that weren't related to the guard is limited... and he knew that Nico had been nervous about the kiss. Of course, Alec had told his husband about it as soon as he'd gotten home and Magnus hadn't been fazed by what had happened. The worst he expects his husband to do is tease Nico, not turn him into something unpleasant.

Making sure that his wings are under control, he moves toward Nico, noting the costume and the sword. Okay, he might actually be paying more attention to the sword than the costume. He's been training with blades most of his life. As he draws closer, he notices that the sword isn't quite normal. A chill runs along his spine, causing his wings to flare out slightly before Alec tucks them against his back.]

Interesting accessory.

Undertaker | OTA

[somakemelaugh]

Don't Fear the Reaper
The drink itself seemed to have no effect on him at all, and indeed it was meant not to - it didn't even contain any alcohol - but he couldn't help himself when he heard the name. This one had his name written all over it. So he chose it, and at first sip, decided he liked it. Bubbly and sweet, but not too much so, this really was his thing. He made a mental note to pick up a second before the celebration's end, but as far as starters for the first evening went, this one wasn't too bad.


Oct 31
It's dance floor time! Tonight is THE night, and he plans for this night all year long, even when business is at its busiest. The drink he has chosen tonight, something citric with what could only be whiskey (he'd recognize that flavor anywhere), seems to have had an odd effect on him. His hair is now a bright purple, from root to tip. It clashes in a strange way with his costume, but when he learns that this effect is temporary, he rolls with it. He's careful to take it in slowly enough, with food on his stomach to keep it from giving him more than a buzz. Wouldn't be good to have him getting too messed up while he's out and about. But it won't be hard to miss him now, as if it was before. Suddenly there's a mop of purple in a mage costume dancing all about the area with no care in the world for what anyone might think about it.


Nov 1
Things are still in full swing at the party, and though he has been saving for a very special event to come soon, he'll indulge in a little snack tasting as the night falls and dance and wandering about has started to wear on him. Even a reaper needs to recharge his batteries now and then. After having tried a few of the foods and snacks offered, he'll pick up one more of those special drinks that keep giving people the strangest effects. Seems the Highway to Hell has given an interesting new look to his breath as it now comes speckled with wisps of blue flame. It doesn't hurt, and he'll even breathe it on his own hand a few times to test that, but he'll be careful around others anyway.


Nov 2
It's starting to wind down now, and with it there's a certain sadness that comes with it. Another full year to wait before the next time around and the next party and the next height of the season for the dead. One last drink to send it all off, and for this he has chosen a Werewolves of London. What a strange one at that, since now he has sprouted a pair of crow's wings and claws to boot. It's a little startling at first, and a bit frustrating a little bit later since it hinders the flow of his costume's cape and makes dancing difficult. He'd long been used to weaving his way in and out of crowds with his sight as bad as it is, but now he's having to account for an extra set of limbs. With reluctance, he has had to abandon the dance floor this evening until the effects wear off and can be found lounging about on his front with a plate of chocolate strawberries on a pile of pillows on the floor.

purple hair? awww yeh

[sweetlies]

It was only because he'd seen Undertaker's costume that he was able to pick him out of the crowd now. Even with the purple hair. By this point, the teen himself had blonde hair, and was currently without a drink, instead he had a dessert in hand. To no one's surprise.

At this point, he had tucked up his devil tail into the clip on his shorts to keep himself from tripping on it and to keep others from stepping on it. It hadn't happened a lot but it had happened enough that he was irritated.

"You've been trying things too, I see."

Ciel Phantomhive | OTA

[sweetlies]

a r r i v a l

[Parties are not, never have been, Ciel's favorite thing in the world but he's attended a couple since arriving in an attempt to be sociable, this is no different. And they hadn't been entirely intolerable, dancing hadn't been necessary as with social events in England.

And this was a Halloween event he could participate in, like the events he held on the manors ground for the estates children each year. He even manages to find a costume at least a little alike the one his servants had forced him into. It's comfortable, and more like what he's used to, even if it runs the risk of a chill, but he's willing to risk it. His eye remains covered with his usual black patch though.]

t h r i l l i n g s p e l l (only Oct. 31/Nov. 1)

[Unfortunately, the young Earl has always been the curious sort. Maybe not the most adventurous as a child but he'd become more adventurous as he'd gotten older. And with the offer of a free drink for his costume, he decided to at least try one or two.

The first... the menu called it Thriller and he wasn't sure what he expected really. His hair was already an odd shade to some, perhaps his eyes might change so his patch wouldn't be entirely necessary.

It doesn't. Instead, his dark hair turns golden, and enough of it hangin in his face that he can catch a glimpse as it change. He would be more horrified if golden hair was uncommon in his family but his mother and fiancee's hair were both gold. Instead, it's the drink itself that earns his ire. Even with the sugar and orange zest, he can't stomach the whiskey and bitters.

Despite his better judgement, and since this party was about 'fun' and magic, he gets a new one. This one he can handle much better, the sweet addition of blackburrant flavor making it more appealing to the teen. The magic wasn't awful either. Even with the cult giving him an extreme aversion to the occult, he could still appreciate the fun of this.

And fun he'll have, conjuring up harmless little flames (once he's gotten used to the magic) to sit on the tips of his horns.]

s w e e t s

[If he can't be recognized with his costume and oddly blonde hair, perhaps the fact that he indulging in sweets rather than proper food will give him away. His sweet tooth cannot be denied and Halloween only encourages it. If there's chocolate, you can be sure Ciel will be there.]

w i l d c a r d

[If you'd like something else, feel free to PM me or hit me up on lenneths_wings. Later in the night, he will be drunk and giggly before he's swept off home to sleep it off. He'll avoid drinks if/when he returns to the party.]

[somakemelaugh]

[He's most certainly out and about tonight, having been a frequent supporter of the ghostly celebrations of the world, whichever it might be, and he's been dancing with himself as he will do for most of the night. Now that he's taken a break, however, who should he find but a familiar face?]

Evening, milord.

shigeru miyata | ota

[mysophobic]

Monster Mash

[ So Shigeru is kinda feeling down in the dumps with everything that’s happen and he’s kinda overly tired as well. It’s no wonder that he tries the drink labeled time warp without really registering what happens when he does it. There’s a slight startled gasp from him as he almost drops his cup, looking down to see that he’s kind of gained some features he’s not entirely used to. He has a long forked tail that’s black with purple designs on it, and he has fangs and two curled ram horns too. His fingers will also be clawed as he full transforms into a demon like creature. He might fumble with his phone and people who recognize his eyes will note they’re still green beneath the changes that over take him. He looks a bit out of sorts as he tries to find the station with the antidote potion, he’s really sorry if he hits you with his tail of those large leathery bat like wings behind him. ]

I put a spell on you

[ Shigeru’s never had the chance to really do magic before. Sure his powers are neat but magic has been something he’s been interested since arriving here and seeing people use there’s. He’ll be sitting in a booth practicing on conjuring tiny little ghosts, no bigger than a salt or pepper shaker, which glow and float around him. He’s all smiles as he makes a few tiny sparks shoot off there and then. This is pretty neat and he’s really enjoying himself it seems as his little ghosts disappear after a short while. ]

Werewolves of London

[ And this is the potion that gives him something entirely different. Of course the animal traits he gets happen to be soft, fluffy, rabbit traits. And according to the laws of rabbits he is quite skittish, even more so than before, so you might find Shigeru sitting in a more quiet part of the bar resting and sighing as he slumps into a seat, ears and tail twitching as he does so. He looks a little unsure at anyone passing by, but gosh, okay he can do this! ]

Would you…like to dance? I’m not really good at it, but I’d really like to try.

[ Please just go easy on him. He is but a poor timid rabbit. ]

Spookycard!

[ Any other prompts you wish to do?! Just say so here and I will roll with it. Or you can PM me on plurk @ pathogenic ]

Jace Wayland | Monster Mash

[wayfaring_stranger]

[Watching the guests try out the potions is probably the most fun he's had in a long time. But Jace is also quick to lend a helping hand if he see's anyone who might be feeling overwhelmed. He's seen quite a few demons in his short life so he's not at all bothered by the cool wings and tail.]

Purple is a good color on you.

[He offers a small smile and an antidote.]

Jace Wayland | Open to All!

[wayfaring_stranger]

Sassy Shadowhunter

[Jace couldn't decide on a costume he was comfortable wearing so he simply dressed as himself. A Shadowhunter. All black. Black pants, black t-shirt, back boots, black gloves, black runes visible on his arms and neck. He'd even found a nice black leather leg holster for a short sword. Not a seraph blade, as he would prefer, but it'll do. He did miss his leather jacket, but he hadn't found one he lied well enough to spend money on.

The only thing he's wearing that isn't black are the blue boxer-briefs. His hair is pulled back into a very short ponytail and he recently stopped shaving so he's a bit scruffy, but overall he's in better spirits lately so he's looking forward to entertaining Magnus's guests. It's important to him that this party turns out very well.

So he'll be wandering around, greeting people at the door, actually interacting and making sure everyone is enjoying themselves, and bartending. He'll also keep an eye out for anyone who needs help finding the door again.]

~*~

OOC: Feel free to decide where you find Jace. This is open to all and kind of a catch-all wildcard. Enjoy!

Bartending

[withstyle]

[Approaching the bar and slipping close, Izzy's careful not to catch any of the bouncing tassels of her dress on anything. Though, that focus is secondary to something else. The petite shadowhunter's attention isn't on that so much as it is on Jace. Though her painted lips are in a natural, easy smile, she does shoot the blonde a look the second that she has his attention, slipping her elbow onto the bar and holding her head in her hand while she stands there.] You know, if you were having that much trouble with a costume you could have asked for my help, Jace. I'm pretty sure coming as yourself--a shadowhunter--is a little bit boring in comparison to the options I could have come up with.

[There's a teasing, dry edge to her voice, but also amusement there. Alec's an angel, Magnus a cat, and Jace...a shadowhunter. Izzy can't quite help the amusement on her part because each of them chose something at the very core of who they are and though they all look great--they always look great--Izzy knows she could have offered a little more variety to help.] Part of the Halloween fun is to be someone, or something, that you can't. No matter how good you look, or how well you pull of your normal look. [Izzy says playfully, unable to help but poke him...it's one of her things as little sister, gesturing to herself. Though, her own costume is more about variety than wanting to exist in the 20's.

No woman...anywhere...ever...should want to live in the 20's, despite the interesting fashion pieces.] Also, I'll have 'I Put a Spell on You' if you're actually bartending. [She winks.]

Aoba Seragaki | open to all! (also cw: dysphoria)

[bottombitch]

[ Okay, this party is truly for the adventurous at heart (and thank god for a bit of that liquid bravery, otherwise Aoba might not even dare to go this far).

For this party, Aoba's dressed in tattered robes of an exorcist who has likely seen better days! Which will look even weirder when he starts imbibing and taking on their effects. For the record, he's pacing himself - indulging in sips because he's a total lightweight. ]

MONSTER MASH

[ Aoba has deigned to try this potion, transforming him from worn-and-weary man of the cloth to one that sprouts fangs and takes on a vaguely undead hue to his already pale skin. His hair loses it's vibrancy, dulling to a more 'dead' blueish grey, like it's smudged with soot or soil. It suits him, particularly when the potency of the drink leaves him that much looser and a little more confident then he would be otherwise. He's playfully tipsy and seems to be enjoying himself. ]

TIME WARP - A

[ Welcome to what it's like to be Aoba. His blush response is on a hair trigger, and it burns hot on his pale skin when it does. Also of note, his hair is sensitive - even a puff of air disturbing it makes them tingle all throughout, and a pull is painful. His hair is an extension of his nerve endings and that's weird. Weirder still, those who body swap with Aoba may realize that sometimes, some people will obsessively listen to him. They'll ask him question after question, prompting him to speak. Sometimes they'll suggest he get into voice acting. Kinda weird... otherwise he's fairly normal!

What's not normal is the fact that the owner of said body will be keen on getting his back! Even catching up to you to demand they switch back! But how... ]

TIME WARP - B

[ Wonderful, Aoba's a girl. He's not looking thrilled by that. Particularly because it doesn't seem to do a whole lot to change his skinny body. He doesn't sprout a bountiful rack or curves in places he didn't have before, doesn't follow that old trope of displaying 'feminine' personality traits because that's really not how it works for him.

In general, he looks the same as usual, except he's profoundly uncomfortable in his own skin and much more unsure of himself because suddenly there's a whole lot of change down under that he doesn't know how to deal with. Aoba is really not digging this brush with dysphoria. Also? Still identifying as male, thank you very much. ]

WEREWOLVES OF LONDON

[ Aoba's taking on the telltale traits of... something. Obviously something furry and woodland? But his hands are cupped and pulling down his ears, hiding them form view.

It just so happens that if it's rabbit, cat, or dog-eared, that's precisely what he's concealing. Have at it. ]

I PUT A SPELL ON YOU | HIGHWAY TO HELL | WILDCARD

[ Like it says on the tin. ]

time warp A

[mysophobic]

[ So this was not what he was expecting to happen when they just idly had clinked glasses together?! Shigeru is just so flustered and people keep coming up to him in Aoba's body that he doesn't know what to do or say. It's really...alarming and unusual to him.

He really needs to find Aoba and fix this, but with the way people are crowding him and his own phobia still very much linked to him he doesn't really know what to do. Please help him?!

Being stuck in someone else's body is really inconvenient and Shigeru is worried about AOba being in his own. The only drastically different thing is if Aoba gets stressed, then his powers might react in a not so good way... ]

Thor - Open

[worldsaway]

i. arrival
[Thor opts for something comfortable for the evening. He's not scared of bears, really, but he's not really sure what this Halloween thing is really about.

Thor doesn't question it when someone hands him a drink, he downs it without a thought and moves on to mingle. He doesn't have any compunctions about dancing to the repetitive tunes, although he's never been the greatest dancer anyway.]

ii. werewolves of london
[Shortly after finishing his first drink, Thor begins to feel some strange sensations in his mouth. He flashes a friendly smile at a stranger and feels puzzled when they shy away from him. When he catches himself in a reflective surface, he realises his mouth is... somewhat crowded now. He turns his head to inspect his teeth, which are now a full, shiny set of fangs.

Thor forgets not to smile at people despite this.

When dancing, he can't help but let out low growls at the slightest bump against him. It's a crowded dance floor, but people have certainly started to give him space.

Finally, after a long night, Thor starts to consume more and more snacks and treats. He's always had a voracious appetite, but it's getting ridiculous at this point. When Thor feels he's had enough to eat, he gathers up what he can and disappears with it. He can later be found curled up, dead to the world asleep surrounded by cakes and pies.

It might be tempting to steal one, since he's certainly taken more than he can eat, but waking a hibernating Thor is risky business.]

iii. wild card
[Open to anything, here. Come at me with any drinks, I'll have Thor react to them!

iii.

[inlaid]

[Bryn enjoyed the Thriller drink the first night in, conveniently changing her hair to match Taako's when she'd raided his wardrobe to go as a petite version of the wizard elf. Tonight, it's the I Put A Spell On You, featuring short-range teleportation. Having gotten the hang of some of her elemental powers, she's thrilled to get to experiment with something new.

Thrilled from the top of her big hair to her stiletto shoes, she can think of no better way to enjoy the evening than to make the most of her temporary abilities.

Which involves teleporting behind Thor to tap him on the shoulder, and teleport away before he can see her. And then again. And then the third time she pinches his rear and teleports to where his other side when she gauges he'll turn around. Of course, if he's gotten the hang of the game he may not, but it's a risk she's willing to take.]

Dave Strider - Open

[chumpelstiltskin]

i. arrival + mingling
[Despite the fact that Dave often opts out of audience participation, he has a soft spot for Halloween. It's an Earth tradition that he's kept celebrating despite having left Earth years ago.

Perhaps the fact that he hasn't been on Earth for years is the reason his references are a little dated. He hasn't bothered to wear a wig, but he's styled his hair upward in a manner that resembles a particular, famous vampire. He already owns the components of the outfit he needs, so he goes the extra mile and dabs some body glitter on his face and the exposed parts of his chest. For once, he's without sunglasses (but they're in his pocket), since having red eyes can just be part of the costume.

As usual, he's not the best at getting into the dancing business. He can be found propped up against walls or furniture, sparkling when the lights hit him at the right angle.]

I think the lead guitarist has a boner. [He says out loud, to anyone who might be in earshot.]

ii. time warp
[Dave isn't paying a lot of attention to the drinks he's getting, so let's hope the people around him are. He's trying to break out of his shell a little and start conversations, so he figures a toast might be a good way to start.]

Here's to American holidays making it all the way to the moon, right? [He holds up his glass, inviting his new friend to click theirs against his.]

iii. highway to hell.
[Dave is not a prolific drinker. Eventually the amount of alcohol is getting to him, and it's doing things to his stomach.

His next drink is a bold choice and he takes a moment to figure out how to drink it before he opts to down it in one go. It takes a moment, but his stomach rumbles and before he can stop himself he's belching out a very vibrant stream of fire.

He waves his hand in front of his face, visibly put out as he looks sheepishly to the side.]

Space curry doesn't fuck around.

i. and possibly body swap or something if you're up for it fhdjskghd

[bottombitch]

He has a what..?!

[ Aoba's head swivels over to the lead guitarist and his eyes quite obviously track to where he's calling attention to. He stares, eyes wide and blinking. He starts when he realizes too late how inappropriate that is, only to round on Dave, hissing in disapproval and turning a satisfyingly deep shade of red from hairline to neckline. ]

Dave! You're horrible! [ Aoba whines and hits him a second time, it's very mature. ] I thought we were friends!

[ You made him look! How embarrassing?!? ]

Isabelle Lightwood | OPEN

[withstyle]

Of All the Gin Joints

[In a not quite shocking turn of events, Izzy is dressed in a costume that is as fashionable as possible; however, the biggest change from how she might dress on a normal occasion is the fact that her dress isn't quite as revealing as she might normally go. She's gone for accuracy and detail rather than skin and scandal in her red and gold 1920s flapper dress. Her hair and her makeup have both been tailored to match the dress and the decade that she's dressing for, which mean they're not quite the normal level of bold that she enjoys, and her hair isn't down or braided, but rather up with the gold and feathered headpiece. In her slightly more demure, and yet no less fashionable and fabulous, costume Izzy's been making the rounds since her arrival. After all, part of the reason that she's here is to support her brother-in-law. The other part is to have fun at a fabulous party, of course, but she's always done her part to pitch in with her family. And Magnus is no different.

While Izzy steers clear of the bar and mixing anything--so that she doesn't screw anything up or potentially poison anybody--she's keeping an eye out for any problems, listening for questions, and helping keep the party lively by pulling the occasional bystander out for a dance. And she does this all with a confident smile and that Lightwood charm that those that know her know she's practically famous for...especially considering she's generally the most charming of her siblings.

Izzy is always good with a party, after all. After all, people happen to be her specialty.]

Trick or Treat Give Me Something Good to Eat

[Leaning over one of the tables filled with food, Izzy studies her options carefully for a long moment before selecting a few options to try. Most people aren't here for food, but any good party has good munchies, in her opinion. Sure, the stylish fashionista doesn't seem the type to think too much on things like that, but as someone who has been known to throw her own parties (or rather events for the Institute or her family) the little details always seem to make or break an event.

Moving along Izzy grabs a few more options before she finds a place to stand, watching the crowd enjoy the various potions and the general atmosphere of the party. It brings ah smile to her face as she picks up one of the appetizers she selected and takes a bite, nodding her approval and speaking to the nearest person.] This is really good! You should definitely try it. [Izzy grins, holding the morsel up and being sure to show how tempting the appetizer is. She's doing her part...even if she's just selling the food on party-goers so that it all gets eaten up. After all, you can help the actual host in more than one way!

This is hers.] I know the food isn't as exciting as the drinks, but still it's delicious. [Izzy takes another bite, letting out an appreciative sound as she does.]

Witchy Woman

[The only one of the potions that Izzy felt even a remote amount of curiosity about was 'I Put a Spell on You'. She's always been curios about magic,
probably because even as a shadowhunter that has seen magic, been around it even,
she's never wielded it herself. This is her definite chance to do so, and that's the only reason that the girl in the red flapper dress gives it a shot...despite feeling as if she also needs to be careful and readily available while at the party. She is family, and as such she's here to do more than just enjoy the festivities.

Still, after imbibing Izzy can't quite help herself, focusing on her now empty glass and attempting to turn it invisible. What can she say, it was in the description, and she's curious. Her brows are furrowed as she channels all of her focus onto the glass from where she sits. And...nothing happens for the second, then third time.] I have no idea what the trick is here, but throwing the damn glass might make it disappear faster. [Izzy pouts, tapping the rim of the glass with her pointer finger.

She's not all that used to not being able to get the knack of something. Magic, though, it turns out is not her forte. Who'd have thought?]

witchy woman

[spellslots]

[Some magic users might have Opinions about potions that let people use magic without needing to be born into it or study it, but Taako thinks it's kind of neat that Magnus found a way to share this kind of thing with everyone.

So when he spots Izzy staring at a glass and hears her complaint, he realizes what she's trying to do and slides on over, greeting her with a grin.]

If you're going for invisibility, it's an illusion, not a disappearing trick. Try to picture it like a shield hiding the glass.

[Maybe this magic doesn't work like his, but it can't hurt to offer a little advice.]

[umbrastaff]

[Costumes: Traditional D&D Wizard, Nicki (with Taako), Indiana Jones, and what seems like a closet-cosplay of Lucretia. That, or she just stole all her clothes.]

i. Thriller

[ The idea of potions making a monster costume for her was waved off since she was enjoying her own ideas, but the alcoholic options of little changes were definitely more Lup's style. Who wouldn't want to try neon green hair and yellow eyes for a while? It wasn't really a thing she couldn't do with any of her spells, but the randomness was the fun part.

She happily sips on her drink, curious to see what change it would give her. When her skin turns light blue, Lup is grinning like a madwoman, turning to the nearest person. ]

Does it suit me?

ii. Dance Dance Baby

[ She's happy on the dance floor, even if her temporary body isn't as agile as her real one. No matter the music, she's happy to find a rhythm to swing her hips to, swirling close to someone and smiling at them before flitting out on the dance floor again with a little 'come here' gesture.

If they don't get her point, she'll give them a little push with a mage hand, but only enough to give the shy ones some courage. Dancing was supposed to be fun, after all. ]

Come on, show me what you got!

iii. The Green Fairy

[ There were drinks on fire, so naturally Lup is all over those, playing with the flame and enjoying the taste of the sugar on her tongue mixed with the drink. She's probably a bit tipsy by the time she glances over to the person next to her and blows the cold flame towards them with a laugh. ]

This is amazing, isn't it? Have you tried some?

iv. Werewolves or Swearwolves

[ Mongoose.

She's not the slightest bit surprised - it would have been that or a phoenix, and it didn't seem like anyone turned to magical beasts. Lup swivels her tiny fuzzy ears a bit, amused as she explored the changes the delicious drink had given her. (She'd happily have more even without the magic, because damn.)

At least nothing had ripped for that tail, and it all came with a nice claw manicure. Now all she needed as a mirror to see her fashinating but strange mongoose eyes. ]

Did anyone turn into a snake?

[ Lup asks the nearest person, juuust to make sure she wasn't about to kick someone's ass. ]

iv.

[imperceptus]

[ Rin buffs his nails on his blazer, shrugging, his smile as sly as ever. He's not sporting a single animal feature--nor does he appear to be enjoying any of the other drinks' side effects. ]

No; I was just born that way.

[Closed to ScoutSniper]

[whosthemonsternow]

She doesn't exactly have a costume, or anything that could really be fashioned into one. She considers her armor, it's not really that common around here so it could pass as a costume, but. It's big and bulky and heavy, might not be a good idea. She does consider looking at some shops, seeing if there's costumes somewhere she could buy, but it sounds just so..she'll say silly, it sounds better than stupid.

So she settles for a black tank top and jeans, figuring it'll be inside the bar so it won't matter if it gets chilly outside or not. She does decide to fix her makeup a little different, at least. It's not a big costume'y thing, but instead of her normal winged eyeliner, she does a bat winged style instead. It's small and the right wing is a little more jagged from her scaring around her eye, but it's something at least. She kind of wishes she did something with her eye and the scarring around it, but she maybe put extra makeup on them to try and blend the marred skin in with the regular normal parts, hide it a little bit. Just maybe. Can't hide the dead eye, but hey, maybe it'll make the whole Halloween-ish makeup attempt pull together better.

Honestly? South's not sure what she's doing. But the party sounds like it might be kind of fun, and it's Halloween-! She might not be as excited as she wants to be, as she used to be back in the day, but she's kind of looking forward to something more...fun. And she's not going alone, so that's a double win, right? What's more pathetic than someone going to a party without a costume or someone they know being there? Not much.

She waits for Frank just down the street from the bar, where she'd texted him to meet up with her. She's a little surprised he agreed to go, really, but happy he did. She doesn't exactly know really anyone else, and so far he's the only person she's talked to or been around in any friend-ish way. Sure, it's been outside the wall for the most part, killing things, doing guard shit- but it's more than she's done with anyone else here. And he's kind of funny, not that she'll tell him that anytime soon.

Re: [Closed to ScoutSniper]

[scoutsniper]

She still put in more effort than he did to be thematically appropriate. Although Frank did go through the effort of showering, and putting on clean clothes, he's hardly obviously on his way to a Halloween anything.

Part of him's not sure why he said yes, but part of him told him it was just like going out with any other war buddy--two warriors, hanging out and making fun of the civilians. Still, it's important to set ground rules, so as he walks up to her, he says, "First. I don't dance." Just so she knows.