dianna d. dobbs (babyd) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-10-24 13:45:00

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arista sykes, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, delilah spinnet, dianna dobbs, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, gaspard shingleton, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, iwan quigley, kendall broadmoor, ludo bagman, marissa shimpling, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, phoebe smethwyck, rose knightley, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack

POSTED FOR SATURDAY~ Sinners & Saints Ghost Train!

As the country side rushed by outside the window, Dianna could feel her pride grow with each passing second. She wasn't one to admit that she bragged about her achievements, but it would be a lie to think that she was not going to be boasting at how overwhelmingly amazing this event had turned out to be. The turn out had been far more than anticipated, the musicians that varied through every other cart were fantastic and livening up the mood---there were even ghosts of old conductors and passengers floating through the carts and having the time of their after-lives scaring the guests.

It was to be a fun, fantastic, frightful night. Dianna was beside herself with excitement, and she tugged her skirt down a bit and went on a search for a friendly face to interact with. Merlin, she'd really out done herself this time, she thought amusing as a cart-wide sized cobweb magically unspun to let her pass.

Dianna flipped a golden curl over her shoulder, smirking greatly. She was so brilliant.

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Arista :*

wadcock
2012-10-24 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Originally, Seth wasn't even going to go to the Train party at all. He was going to take Leanne out trick or treating and just spend the night at home eating candy. But then he got the last minute request from Arista to accompany her, and who was he to turn her down.

Although it was most likely some sort of elaborate prank. He wouldn't put it past Michal to pull some sort of stunt. It was the biggest reason he put pretty much zero effort into his costume. That way, it it was Michal being a prat, it wasn't to much effort wasted, and if it was actually Arista, the costume was at the very least amusing.

He stood on the platform waiting for Arista to show up before boarding. Seth tried his best to hide the surprise he felt when Arista not only showed up, but walked over to him once she recognized him. "Nice costume." he greeted her with a smile. "You look lovely as always."

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2012-10-25 12:48 am UTC (link)

Arista had learned her lesson about trying to play Miles's own game with him, but she unfortunately still required a date. When her mother, who learned from her agent, who learned from being a nosy Nancy, that Arista was planning on attending the train party alone, positively insisted that she be accompanied by some nice young wizard who worked with her in broom development. That was the last thing she needed, to be seen dating a nerd.

So she had coolly informed her mother that she did in fact have an escort, but it was a lie. All of her team-mates were either useless French men or had dates of their own. It might have made sense to ask Vinny Gudgeon, being that they had just been on an enjoyable date, but she was frankly much too embarrassed to, as the date seemed more of a fluke than a pattern to expect to be repeated, and he really had no need of knowing her familial drama, which left…

Well, Seth Wadcock. Not only did he probably owe her numerous favours at this point, but he had the added benefit of annoying the entirety of her estate, and he had seen her make an idiot of herself enough times that it almost didn't faze her anymore. Almost. And the idea of spending an evening with him at a costume party wasn't a horrible prospect, especially since he gave at least the appearance of behaving these days.

She inclined her head to him as she approached, tugging a bit at her collar. It was a bit itchy, and she had yet to put on her jester's cap, but she liked her costume immensely, so she was pleased the Pride had decided to coordinate, even if none of them could be arsed into escorting her. "Thank you." She tilted her head and studied him. "What are you supposed to be? And don't say a sinner, because we're all very familiar with that part already."

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2012-10-25 03:13 am UTC (link)

Delilah spent most of the night by Rich's side. And really, she doubted anyone could blame her. There were moments when she thought maybe this costume idea wasn't the greatest, mostly when other women were openly staring at him, but then again she got to leave with him, so in the end she won.

She wrapped her arm around his tugging his to get his attention. "Rich Rich, did you see? There is a girl here that---" she pointed across the room. "Look. I think she is dress up like me. Those are pretty much the same robes I wear when I duel." Delilah beamed. "What do you think? Am I delusional or do I have a doppelganger tonight?"

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MCL!

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2012-10-25 11:04 pm UTC (link)

After narrowly avoiding a harrowing encounter with Seth-as-Michal, Therese kept herself close to the real thing. This Halloween train ride was a really smashing idea and the price of the night all went to a good cause. She wished she could enjoy the party more and she felt bad for her downcast mood. She was happy to be here with Michal, he was one of few things that made her smile these past few days, along with the two baby girls she'd become fairy godmother to with how much pink and sparkles she bestowed upon them.

Michal had made her feel safe after Remy's attack on her office and she very grateful for that. Therese in the past few years had much difficulty in accepting anyone's kindness and he really didn't have to offer her the shoulder to lean on, but he had. And she was grateful.

"They don't have the fizzy drinks," she mused, pushing down the skirt of her uniform. It was a costume worthy of the museum, and Therese had actually been inspired by one of its exhibits. A whole wing dedicated to Quidditch Throughout the Ages, narrated by Kennilworthy Whisp through some rather impressive spell work. Uniforms from the 1940s French World Cup team had caught her eye, and with some slight tweaking she was the spitting image of a Bigonville Bomber. A keeper, to be exact, with the bits of equipment she had on. Therese tilted her chin up, looking at Michal with an exaggerated pout, "I was looking forward to them."

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2012-10-26 02:33 am UTC (link)

He turned, frowning a grave frown for Therese. That was rotten.... probably not as rotten as your supposed best friend showing up to a party dressed like you, then proceeding to try and snog the girl you're currently seeing, but still rotten. Fizzy drinks were pretty entertaining.

Though not entertaining enough to let him even remotely 'appreciate' the 'liberties' Seth was taking concerning his 'costumed' identity. He supposed he had come a bit prepared, with a costume that wasn't really a costume, but good enough nonetheless. And vintage, hitting the rip age of three this year. It could be worse. They could be at an event where there was actually no way to leave whenever the guests wanted.

Oh wait.

Michal shook his head, finding he was getting carried away in his thoughts. It was anti-productive, not to mention what Seth tended to strive for sometimes. So instead, Michal shifted in spot, and casually lifted his free arm to rest it across Therese's shoulders.

"You'll find something else good," he nodded slightly, taking the time to sip from his own drink. Events like these always had some kind of... inventive... themed... extravagant thing that went along with the--- night. That sounded dumb. Michal shook his head again. "

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GRACIELA!!

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2012-10-25 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Edward smoothed his front, quite pleased with his costume choice this year. It was one of his more exciting ones; a golfer. Admittedly he did not think most people on the train would know who or what he was, but it was tradition, dressing up in different muggles outfits for halloween, so he could continue it regardless of where the holiday was spent.

Last year he had been a mailman, and the year before that he had been a construction worker... and the year before that he had been a doctor. It was an endless supply of ideas, in his opinion, not to mention an excellent opportunity for learning! Which immediately made it the best, because his outfit choices were of the knowledgeable kind.

He turned, shifting his golf bag (full with authentic golf clubs!) slightly on his shoulder. There were two goals that had to be met tonight: the first was to find his beautiful girlfriend, as they had decided to surprise each other with their costumes and arrive separately. Edward had still not found Graciela yet, and he was becoming anxious to become reunited because he did not want to board the train without her.

The second goal was entirely different, and most definitely less fruitless. Derek Dobbs was definitely not properly dressed up enough for this event, which was why he, Giada, and Rachel had taken it upon themselves to bring along hidden appropriate accessories for their friend to don. It was more of an ongoing mission meant to be accomplished thorough the night, and would most likely get them in more trouble than it was worth, but worth it nonetheless. But if he couldn't locate Graciela... Edward sighed. She must be very dressed up and therefore well-hidden.

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2012-10-26 01:26 am UTC (link)

She was going to kill her sister.

Graciela had never been one for elaborate costumes on Halloween, but she had always admired the parades that followed on the dia de los muertos. They symbolized celebrating those who had passed, it gave her hope that the spirits of loved ones lost still resonated in this mortal realm. It was beautiful to her and that was why she had agreed to the idea her sister Andrea had suggested.

Her costume was amazing. Andrea had done a beautiful job on her makeup, and Psyke had put together the dress which was...it was much more form fitting than Graciela was used to, and so bright and colorful. It was a true costume, and she had already received so many compliments on it. She could not wait for Edward to see her!

Except---he had walked right by her, just now. Graciela pursed her lips, for a moment just thinking that her makeup was too good. It took her a moment to actually look at Edward and to see that---he was wearing shorts. And--high socks with----oh, he was a golfer.

She would look ridiculous beside a golfer!

But she could not leave! That would be horrible, she could not let Edward wander and look for her, but now she felt like a fool. Conjuring some nerve even though it was not nearly enough to deal with the rest of the night, Graciela reached out and tugged on Edward's sleeve.

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Elsie!

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2012-10-25 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Elliot had thought it was going to be frustrating, keeping up with Elsie on a crowded train ride with people in ridiculous costumes milling about. It had actually turned out not to feel very packed, but there was no doubting the amount of guests in attendance. But it wasn't the easy maneuvering through the crowd that helped Elliot keep an eye on his wife, it was the trail of long golden hair that kept tripping people up and twisting and weaving its way through the feet and talons and fins that were having a good night.

He, too, was having a good night. Elliot hadn't been to an event like this in what felt like years, but with his mood being lifted by Elsie and Archie's campaign, he'd on a whim purchased two tickets to the train ride.

Following her trail of hair, Elliot took a long drink of his second beer and grinned when he finally spotted the head that the hair was attached to. Good, good, a prince should always be able to find his princess. He came up behind her, standing a bit indecently close. Elliot looked over her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"Having fun?"

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2012-10-26 12:54 am UTC (link)

Elsie had never been one for parties. She had never truly been a social person, so living in the little bubble necessitated by Elliot had never impinged upon any social tendencies. Elsie had actually been quite surprised to see the train tickets, but then, they did get rather sentimental around Halloween. They'd made quite a similar picture three years ago, which was just about the last time she could remember doing this.

But it had been a very heavy year and a half, and things had been going so well for them. Today, she felt… light. Yes, that was the word, she felt light, and they deserved one night, after the years they had had. So they had dressed up, had drinks, talked to old friends…

Just waving off a classmate, she beamed with surprise when she felt Elliot. She turned to better put her arms around him and stumbled slightly on the long trail of golden hair that had wound itself around one of her ankles. "Whoops!" she let out, bracing herself on Elliot. Trying to gracefully detangle herself, which was a bit of a challenge given the costume and her slight inebriation, she bit her lip. "I think I overestimated the brilliance of this costume." She looked extremely guilty and lowered her voice, saying, "I tripped a mummy and accidentally broke someone's beak in less than two minutes."

Winding her arms around him, without incidence this time, she smiled quite dreamily. "But slight accidents and some threats to scalp me aside, yes." She raised herself on tip-toe to kiss him. "I am. Are you?"

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2012-10-27 12:07 am UTC (link)

In all honesty, Rose felt right miserable about attending this party train ride, as she did with most social outings occurring within the past week. But--- as much as she wanted to disappear into the folds of Thomas' couch never to be seen again, she knew she--- had to at least try to act normal and do normal things. This had been, in theory, a vain attempt at not being a depressed hermit, but upon arrival, she realized it was all too soon and proceeded to continuously curse herself for ever thinking this was a good idea. So, here she was, feeling for the most part uncomfortable, and never in her life so diligent about time keeping (currently, there were only two hours left of enduring this self-inflicted torture).

Thomas had been kind enough to come along as well, who she had stayed close to for most of the night, but they had temporarily separated as she had wanted fresh air. After walking through a couple of cars, it became obvious that there was no outside connecter, and therefore she would not get what she was looking for. Letting out a sigh, Rose decided to try one more car before heading back.

Upon opening the door to the next car and stepping inside, she immediately slipped on some water on the floor. Luckily, she caught the wall before falling to the ground, but... wasn't that unsafe. Rose looked around, finding this very peculiar until spotting the water producer himself a bit ways up in action. Her face instantly paled.

Charlie, Charlie that was Charlie--- feeling a great terror fill her, Rose closed her eyes and spun quickly on her heel to jet back from where she had come. While she really had... no idea if Octavius was even here tonight, she would not stay to find out. After everything she had done, the last thing she wanted to do was go against the one thing he had asked her from her upon their break up.

Rose ducked her head low, letting the beads from her head piece cover her eyesight as she walked back into the previous car, a quiet one with private sitting rooms. She paid no mind to them, however, and began to wring her hands with anxiety as she walked. Now fully disappointed in herself for effectively making her and Thomas come to this stupid thing, she did not notice until it was too late when she bumped into another person. Too distracted, Rose did not immediately apologize, but instead looked up and--- her eyes widened, and a tight chill took over her body.

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2012-10-27 02:35 am UTC (link)

His sister was a little traitor.

Octavius was fairly certain he'd have been left in peace for the evening, perhaps spent reworking the station's budget for the fifteenth time, or perhaps incessantly checking the Muggle postbox for some information he was awaiting, had Nona not opened her enormous mouth to his friends and fed them some rot about how he needed to be dragged out of the house. Lo and behold, that was exactly what happened, as an army of four (well, really, three, as there was one courteous party amidst the torturers) essentially forced him into costume at wand- and trident-point. Nona had actually tried to make him the lion to her lion tamer, but he'd balked enough that one of his spare costumes was procured in its stead.

Once on the absurd train for this ridiculous party, however, he was rather wishing he'd chosen the lion. Elvis Presley was entirely too Muggle, and people kept stopping and asking him what he was supposed to be, which defeated the point of not socialising with anyone for the entire night. His friends tried nobly to keep him company, but because he was still a somewhat polite person, he understood he was souring the mood for the entire group, and made it a point to wander away at the most opportune moment.

Wander straight to where the alcohol was served, surprisingly or unsurprisingly. Drinking, as it had been previously established numerous times in recent history alone, never ended well for Octavius. For once in his life, however, he felt ready for whatever fresh hell insobriety would bring him, because he was actually prepared for it. Something, anything, to get his mind out of the vicious cycle it had been running itself through over the course of the week. After knocking back one or three, Octavius was trying to find a solitary spot to wait out the rest of the night, hitching the strap of his guitar so it was slung over his back. He walked right through a trio of ghosts, ignoring their splutters, and side-stepped something that looked like a bloodied torso with one arm creeping its way along the floor. A flash of something in the corner caught his attention, and Octavius turned his head just for a moment, before bumping into something in his path.

He couldn't even fake shock. "Surprise," he said dryly, gesturing outwards as a sarcastic smile touched his lips. Would the night really have gone any other way?

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Drystan!

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2012-10-27 01:08 am UTC (link)

Bess had always been very confident of her good looks and she had never before had an issue with exposing herself in public (but not in that filthy way, of course!), but this Halloween something had felt a bit--off. She reckoned she still looked rather fit in her costume, but definitely not as much as she liked, or was used to. When had she ever had to suck in her stomach this much?

It was all those blasted pies. It was all this being at home. Bess fiddled with her jingly jewels that rested low on her hips as she looked over the long table of treats and desserts. Not looking at them to eat, because she was not eating any more sugary or delicious things, ever. No, she was getting ideas for the actual Halloween celebrating in the Fawcett house, which would include their three little monsters (literally and figuratively), Adam's new brood, and maybe she had invited the Weasleys over.

And obviously the Boots---

She was just bored, and baking made her happy, and party planning made her happy and costumes, like hers, made her happy. Smoke surrounded her feet, giving her genie attire the perfect, final touch. Staring at all the beautiful food and creative designs that she never would've been able to think of made Bess want to disappear in the mist.

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2012-10-27 03:22 pm UTC (link)

Though they were much better than before, matters in the Fawcett household were still a little unsettled since the disastrous dinner party. Drystan had had a difficult time controlling his temper, but distance from the event had helped. Now, he was simply as eager to put the entirety of the affair behind them, and one more step to doing that was obviously something which was entirely out of his comfort level: a party, of course. A party from which departing early would be a physical impossibility. A party which required he dress up. A party for which he promised, at least to himself (so he could break it if he was really forced to, aka it was terrible), not to grouse and complain as he normally did.

Grousegrousegrouse.

Although, he had to admit, it wasn't quite as bad as he'd imagined. Likely, he had Bess (and her costume) to thank for him not wanting to hurl himself onto the tracks quite yet, but he almost dared to say the night would end in fun.

"I don't understand how you're not freezing," Drystan said, shaking his head. There was no shortage of bodies milling about the carriages, but even swathed in fabrics as he was, he was barely feeling toasty. He reached down and flicked the jangles on her hip, cocking his head to the side. "Not that I'm not enjoying the view immensely, of course."

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Ms Aubrey!

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2012-10-27 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Bertam wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be, except that he was some sort of counterpart to Bianca's costume (which he approved of wholeheartedly, of course, since it showed off just how well she'd managed to take off the baby weight and still continue to be a smokin' hot mama) and that it had so far held up very well to his semi-drunken staggering.

Whose idea had it been to make this on a train, anyway? Swaying around was the last thing that anyone wanted to be doing when they were already being challenged by gravity itself, and this simply made things worse. Bertram grabbed another cup of something from the punch bar that he was sure had a lot of rum in it and turned to try and find his wife.

"Bianca! Come and help me release the kraken!" He naturally assumed that she'd know he meant that the kraken was in his pants, since they'd been married long enough that she ought to be able to understand his phrasing by now.

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2012-10-27 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Bianca gave her husband a long, weary, side-eyed glance from across the room at his shout. While she was having a good time, she was no where near drunk enough to 'release the kraken' that Bertram wanted to. Pour him another glass of rum and coke, sure! She could carry him home. But releasing his kraken? That would have to wait until they got home...

...or more like the next morning, with how he was wobbling around. Bianca shook her head and couldn't help her laugh. They'd needed a night out with how gloomy she'd been, and Bertram deserved to take off the edge with a few (or more) drinks. Sauntering over, as she did feel quite sexy in her costume (one that Mira had nearly chosen, but opted for her Western look), Bianca leaned against the counter where Bertram had landed.

"That ship is not ready to sail, captain," she said with a tilt of her hat.

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Open!

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2012-10-28 02:56 pm UTC (link)

Ann was feeling a bit self-conscious as she sat on the train. She thought a few people looked familiar here and there, but there wasn't anything that was really jumping out at her. Due to this being such a good cause for the museum for magical history, she thought a historically planned costume would be the best option.

She smoothed out her skirt as she sat in a less crowded cart, sipping on a drink and partaking in some people watching.

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2012-10-30 07:25 pm UTC (link)

Gaspard wanted to die.

Attending the train party started as a whim. Gaspard had told Henry of his run-in with Delilah Spinnet at St. Mungo's and how it had rekindled his hopeless romantic side from Hogwarts. Henry thought Delilah would likely be at the party and really, that's all it took to convince Gaspard to buy a ticket. Then he'd been told he was expected to wear a costume and after a torturous afternoon of attempting to model all sorts of unsavory wardrobe pieces, he'd simply gone to a Muggle store and bought what the clerk told him was most popular. How on earth bright red and blue were popular was beyond Gaspard, but he'd put on the costume, affixed his kit bag around his waist, gotten his hopes up about Delilah, and gone to the party.

There certainly was not a single person who would or could argue that Gaspard was a sociable person. Crowds made him anxious and all the noise unnerved him, but he was willing to tolerate it all just to see Delilah. If he could speak words to her that weren't mumbling rush of an apology for knocking her down, maybe he stood a chance of being able to ask her if she would like a drink or even dance. Merlin help him if she wanted to dance. He didn't even know how to walk properly, how was he to dance?

...Merlin's beard! There she was! Look at how beautiful and graceful and...how happy she looks when she kisses that bloke. The bloke who looked like he could crush Gaspard in his fist. The one who was holding her hand. Delilah had a date? Yes. She had a date. Of course. She was amazing and stupendous and deserving of dates -- not the fruit, but the big strapping bloke kind. How stupid would you have to be to think she wouldn't have a date? Really just...utterly unintelligent.

Having turned a rather pale color, Gaspard backpedaled and spun to get away to a place where he didn't have to see the couple. He nearly crashed into a waiter and stumbled sideways to nearly clobber another bystander, but he then caught his feet and headed out of the car into the next. Once the doors closed and he was no longer in the same car as Delilah, he paused and gripped the edge of a seat for support. He felt heavy and he felt weak, and his heart pulsing fast as his head throbbed with racing thoughts. Suddenly hyper aware and suspicious of those around him, Gaspard kept his head down and told himself the laughter and carousing wasn't directed at him. He then slowly made his way forward until he found an empty seat, which he took swiftly before sinking down to hopefully hide.

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2012-10-28 03:19 pm UTC (link)

Ludo adjusted the tie he had on, his eyes scanning the crowd for a few key individuals. He made his way from cart to cart, trying to decide what to get up to in the process.

He was near the end of the train when he finally spotted Greta and grinned. Trying his best to maneuver around the crowd in his costume without bumping into someone, he made his way over to Greta. "I realize the sign says 7 knuts a kiss, but I think I can make a deal for you, love," he told her with a grin. He grabbed two drinks from a waiter nearby, holding one out for Greta.

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2012-10-28 04:08 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, re-ea-lly," she drawled, stretching out the syllables. "I suppose I should be flattered."

But there was definitely a smile twitching at Greta's lips. She loved Halloween. Getting to pretend you were something you weren't was probably the best thing any holiday had to offer, though it did run neck and neck with Christmas and its plethora of presents. Of course, both were excellent excuses for absolutely wonderful, sinful food, so Greta was all a-twitter that her favourite season was truly beginning, and with such a bang!

Tilting her head, she offered Ludo a sweet, innocent smile, quite in contrast with how she was dressed. "But I can't help thinking it may have something to do with me having you at spear point?"

She winked and gave him a playful jab or two with the weapon in question.

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Kendall!

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2012-10-28 09:13 pm UTC (link)

After having thoroughly lost Rose and Felicia, Kendall and Thomas made their way through the various cars of the train to inspect how it had been decorated. For Thomas to be impressed meant that the set designs and the themes were top-notch, and it didn't take much effort on Kendall's part to go further exploring.

Thomas didn't really care for Halloween. His costume had been the same for the past few years, but he liked it and couldn't be moved to wear something else. Besides, former Ravenclaws never hesitated to point themselves out and sometimes it led to good conversations and reminiscing. One of the few things Thomas had no issue discussing was his former House, so it made the parties that he often found dreadful, more entertaining.

This year, however, with the aide of Kendall and a purple drink that had foamed in his mouth (so of course he'd had two more), Thomas was feeling more festive.

"I should really find Rose," he said, continuing to push the door open to the next car. It was as if he was voicing concern for his friend out of necessity, not because he meant to go searching for her now. The room they'd entered had a lot of mirrors and the reflection of himself and Kendall bounced all over the room. "What do you think this room is?"

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2012-10-30 02:11 am UTC (link)

Having a couple drinks of his own, Kendall was in a far better mood than he had been in since before he got knocked off his broom. He was quite proud of his costume this year, which was of course different from all previous years costumes, but he had long since stop trying to get Thomas to change his. "Obviously, this is a room full of highly attractive gentleman." He deadpanned, a grin playing on his lips.

"And no, you shouldn't. We left her with Felicia, right? Even so, I'm sure she'll manage just fine for just a little while longer. It's a train. How much trouble can you get into?"

He nudged Thomas and watched the multiple reflections for a reaction. It was fun seeing themselves from multiple different angles. "Let's get through this car, maybe there are more purple drinks in the next one. Then we can go find Rose. Promise."

And really just how hard could it be? If there was a reflection, there was a mirror, right? Wrong, apparently. Kendall was barely four steps in before he found himself face first in a mirror. "There is a mirror here, careful." he said sourly as he rubbed his nose.

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West + Tornadoes

mckinnons
2012-10-28 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Iwan's hands lifted up as he twisted to the music. He was quite drunk, though that was none of his doing. His teammates had told him, quite blatantly, that he was to get pissed and relaxed at this event and while he'd protested the whole way to the station and onto the train, the first few drinks had made the man-(and woman)-handling much easier to bear.

They had thought is costume was rather funny, too, but Iwan liked it. It wasn't common knowledge, but he was a bit of a bookish person, especially the classics, muggle and wizard. Though, really, no one could tell who he was until he started spouting out lines that were nearly incomprehensible in his currently intoxicated state.

"Is she a Capulet?" Iwan blurted, grabbing onto West's sleeve, blatantly pointing at a rather pretty girl across the car. His other hand went up dramatically, and he looked quite concerned---she was dressed in a Catapults jersey. "O dear account! My life is my foe's debt."

It sounded right to him, but to nearby ears it was a garble of an Irish accent attempting to be British with the slur that was brought upon by the amount of alcohol he'd taken in. Iwan blinked owlishly at West, finding that most of his weight was being dropped onto his captain.

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MAX

melindicate
2012-10-29 12:22 am UTC (link)

Nora adjusted her head piece, a trinket sent to her from Egypt by Nicodemo. It was, really, the only reason she'd wanted to dress up this Halloween, and as she sat in the food car, watching everyone move about and mingle, she wished she'd have had more of a reason to come out. Getting Octavius out of his slump, of course, was a good cause, but he'd disappeared into his gloom, Delilah was off with her nearly naked date, and Nona---well Nora had no idea where she'd gone, but she wasn't here.

Her costume wasn't even historically accurate. Who would have known that ordering an 'Isis' costume would result in something other than the Egyptian queen? The skirt was too short for such royalty and Nora had to investigate to find out if the superhero she was currently dressed as was even a good one.

She was, fortunately. Nora let out a breath and smoothed down her skirt. She noticed that there weren't any clocks to be seen and she wondered how long this ride had gone already. Maybe she should go exploring, but---her skirt was just too short for that!

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catwhisperer
2012-10-29 01:30 am UTC (link)

"Nora!" Max let out, immensely relieved to have finally found a familiar face. This crowd, in conjunction with the atmosphere was absolutely brilliant, but brilliant could quickly turn into overwhelming without the comfort of something recognizable. Which had happened to him, he had spent a good amount of his night so far popping in and out of different cars, running into people but never staying long because there were exciting things to explore.

But now, he had grown tired of that, and was hungry. Not to mention slightly exhausted. Upon arriving at the food car, Max had realized he had no one to eat with. And while usually that was fine by him, this was a party, one of this caliber that he hadn't been to in a while so--- he would find a friend to sit with.

And now he had found Nora! Who was also by herself, so it all worked out. Max gave a short wave before bobbing through the rest of the crowd between them.

"You look wicked," he smiled, plopping himself down in the seat across from her. Max then proceeded to push what food he had collected between them, finding no reason why he couldn't share.

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Mostly showing off costume~ but open!

heynonny
2012-10-29 12:35 am UTC (link)

"I'm so sorry!" she was saying, clasping one hand to her mouth in horror. "I just got a little carried away—I wasn't watching where I was whipping!"

Being sort of unemployed (although that was a terribly dirty word, she preferred "soul searching") had left Nona with a lot (a lot) of time on her hands, so much of that restless energy had been channeled into creating the most magnificent Halloween costume she'd ever worn. Not that she'd worn that many, and certainly not for the last three years, but never the less! Who better to be, than a lion tamer? It was really too bad she couldn't bring Ossy, but a cranky wildcat in an enclosed space with lots of other people was probably a bad idea.

"At least there's no blood!?"

But someone had jostled her quite abruptly, and then waltzed off without apologising, so of course Nona threw her hands out in disbelief, and she probably would have hustled after the assailant had she not been holding her tamer's whip in the hand she'd flung out. Which subsequently caught someone square in the stomach.

"I really swear I'm a Healer!"

Or she was, but! She still knew what she was doing!

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feebees
2012-10-29 02:00 am UTC (link)

The crack of the whip was what had caught Phoebe's attention, and with the charmed pointe shoes she stood high above the crowd and spotted the top hat of a very familiar lion tamer. She grinned and took a few steps---forgetting that she was on the tips of her toes. Phoebe stumbled a few steps into the crowd but then managed to tap her heels together, and she dropped back down to the ground. Phew, sometimes her charm work was just too good.

With her new job and life being quite fun and good, Phoebe had not wasted a second in swiping up a pair of tickets for herself and Elphias. Leo was with her brother (who, now engaged, needed the practice!) and they did not have to be home until late. Of course the party scene was so out of Elphias' comfort zone that it was difficult to get him to do much than analyze how certain scenary was charmed, but Phoebe didn't mind. She was a social butterfly, or should she say a social ballerina. She could simply dance around and find someone to talk to.

Like her best of friends! Phoebe had known Nona would be coming, but with so many different aspects to the party it wasn't until now that she'd found her.

"Ooh, that's got to hurt," Phoebe said from over her friend's shoulder, grinning. "But she really is a healer! And I'm a solicitor, if you would like to file a complaint..."

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