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[OPEN] Halloween Haunt at The Apothecary

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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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. ]

[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.)]

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?"

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

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Edited 2017-10-20 03:09 (UTC)

[[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!!]

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!

Edited 2017-10-21 23:39 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[Taako spins around smoothly, ready to play the "Lup is annoyed at being mistaken for Taako" game, but as soon as he sees Cisco he pauses, not quite recognizing him at first. But there's only a second of confusion, before he laughs.]

Holy fuck, Cisco?

[He knows what Taako-as-a-girl looks like, because that's just Lup, but Cisco doesn't have an identical twin that's a girl, so this is new.]

[Most beings who are regulars at the bar, or even ones that have been around during the majority of Magnus' celebration knew that Alec wasn't the social butterfly his husband was. They were used to him finding a quiet corner or, thanks to the wings, stretch of wall to decompress before going back to the party.

Eyes closed, he lets the sounds of the band and the general chatter of the crowd wash over him, shoulders slowly relaxing from the tension that had been caused being around so many people and the wight of the wings. There's too much noise for Alec to notice someone getting closer, but he does open his eyes when he senses someone near enough to be a threat. Old instinct are difficult to ignore, even when he's in a place that should be completely safe.

Alec quickly studies the being, assessing if there's a potential threat, then reminds himself that no one is going to start anything with him in the middle of Magnus' bar. The worried look makes it obvious that he's just checking on Alec, not ready to pick a fight. Giving the being a self-conscious smile, Alec stretches the wings to their full reach before tucking them against his back.]

I'm okay. Just not used to crowds or the - [The wings shift slightly so the white feathers are obvious above his shoulders.] They weigh more than I expected.

Edited 2017-10-21 23:11 (UTC)

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!]

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 ➨

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Edited 2017-10-22 02:34 (UTC)

[ If Taako had had any doubt that this is, indeed, Cisco, it should disappear almost immediately. Taako's rather flattering shock has Cisco ducking his head forward in that characteristic way of his, tucking his hair back behind his ears and grinning. There are things that have shifted about his features, but his smile is just the same. ]

Great minds think alike!

[ In truth, it's not all that surprising to Cisco, that Taako had chosen to try that potion. Cisco knows for a fact that Taako and Lup sometimes get up to some Parent Trap nonsense even without a special occasion. And Taako's never been one to shy away from trying new things, either.

For Cisco, it is a little more out of the norm. Sure, Cisco's not a macho dude - quite the contrary, and quite deliberately so - but this had been a little bit of a leap for him. There's a touch of nervousness in his voice as he asks, turning in a circle to show off. ]

Whatcha think?

[It is a little bit surprising; Taako's general opinion of gender is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but Cisco tends to be a bit more reserved. So he picks up on that nervousness and when Cisco does his twirl, Taako makes a point to give him a wolf whistle.]

Looking good, my dude. I'm into this dress and only a little hurt you didn't ask to borrow my hat.

[He's just teasing, and when Cisco is facing him again, Taako reaches out to gently hold his face, so he can inspect the more subtle changes.]

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.

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.]

Yeah, it's pretty packed in here, huh?

[ Cisco glances over his shoulder at the party, and all the guests milling around in their costumes. It's quite a lively gathering, and Cisco knows for a fact that the invitations had gone out wide. After all, he's never actually met the host before, or been to this bar.

Which also means he has no way of recognizing Alec or having any idea who he's speaking to when he asks, kindly: ]

There are antidote potions, if the wings are bothering you. You want me to get one for you?

[ And then, because it only seems polite, he says: ]

I'm Cisco, by the way. Cisco Ramon.

[ Cisco can feel his face flushing at that exaggerated whistle, embarrassed and delighted at the same time. It bolsters his confidence, and he responds, laughing: ]

I know, right?! These potions are no joke, I look cute as fuck.

[ What's that? Cisco, accepting a compliment, and even going so far as to say something nice about the way he looks? It really is a night for surprises. And maybe it is a little easier, for some reason, to say nice things about himself, if he does so by way of complimenting the formidable magics of Magnus Bane's potions. But it still counts.

Cisco grins as Taako starts inspecting him, looking for the changes the potion has made (aside from, well, the very obvious ones). A lot is still the same - the shape of his nose and eyes, his complexion and his teeth, his hair. But he did somehow seem to get several inches shorter (he's lucky his dress isn't dragging on the ground) and there's no hint of 5 o'clock shadow on his chin. And there are a variety of other changes, small but perceptible, that Taako no doubt takes in. ]

I thought you'd be wearing your hat! Besides, I had a lotta fun making this one, and now if we ever wanna match, we're good to go.

[ Cisco, being Cisco, had perhaps gone a little over the top in his preparations for all this - had snuck off to test out the potion so that he could take his own measurements, find and then alter himself a dress that fits as well as this one does. If it was worth doing it was worth doing properly, after all. ]

Gotten anybody to mistake you for Lup yet?

[This is probably the strangest of the potions on offer, because it's so familiar but so different at the same time, and while Taako hadn't spent too long inspecting the changes in himself (again: Lup), he actually gets a bit distracted basically playing "spot the difference" with Cisco.

But he releases Cisco eventually, if only to quickly wave at the bartender to get them two non-magicked drinks (some fancy gin cocktail with elderflower, he's just making an executive decision for both of them), before he turns his attention back to having a conversation.]

I wasn't gonna come to a party as myself, my man.

[He's not that egotistical.]

Though, shit, I have had a few people mix us up, but does that mean I'm doing a Lup costume right now?

[He didn't actually think of it that way, but it kind of is?]

[ 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. ]

[ Cisco, perhaps foolishly, just assumes that there's no way Bill would be talking to him without recognizing who he is - so he doesn't stop to wonder if she might be flirting, because obviously Bill would not be flirting with him. He just assumes that Bill is joking around, having a good time at the party, and he responds accordingly. ]

Love the ears!

[ There are a lot of people who couldn't pull off the whole ears and tail thing, but on Bill they're actually pretty cute. Cisco walks over to stand a bit closer, fussing and making sure he's not stepping on his dress as he goes, and that his hat isn't falling off (the party is crowded and people keep knocking into its wide brim). ]

I was too chicken to try one of those ones. Didn't wanna end up with sloth hands or- I don't know, armadillo ears. Not very cute.

It's usually busy but I forgot how Magnus' parties could get.

[They'd thrown a party in Wayward Pines, but it looked like there was more than the entire town's population packed in the Apothecary. And there's no fights for dominance going on like at the one Magnus had thrown for the Chairman's birthday.]

Thank you, but I'm okay with the wings. It's just a different type of weight than I'm used to carrying around. Magnus will pout if I get rid of them too soon. [That isn't quite true since he knows that Magnus would magic them away if they were starting to bother him.]

I'm Alec Lightwood-Bane. My husband's the one that conjured most of this up.

Thanks! I like your witch's hat.

[ Exchange of compliments out of the way, Bill proceeds to step a little closer so they can hear each other over the loud music. ]

Oh, I didn't think of that! D'you reckon it could be from any animal, or just Halloween themed ones? [ She smiles. ] You'd look cute with little bat wings.

[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.

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