(1211) Eternal Autumn 2012

[Perry diCarto]

Ghostface/Perry's head cocked to the other side as Stripes introduced himself to the other man, but not his. He didn't answer his question, either.

Did he not remember what happened to people in the Scream movies who didn't answer?

But then he realized, this was Stripes. Terri had told him about something seriously important about this man. "Stripes, hi," Perry's voice became normal. "Perry diCarto." The face did not move, but underneath, he grinned. Maybe the tiger could help him control a certain cat. He offered the man a shake, and then turned to Nero to offer one too, thinking it was weird that he didn't bother to introduce himself to Perry just because he had a Ghostface on. "How are you gents tonight?"

Ghostfacism. It was the worst form of discrimination, really. As much as diCarto wanted to scare both men senseless in the theme of the night, there was kitty business to be explored.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Taking in the ambiance of the Four Seasons, Morgan felt a little shiver upon entering the place. And it wasn't from the glamour oozing all over town, it was from her own fear. Not that she didn't feel unwelcome in the Freehold, despite the incident at her first arrival. Thatt did leave her a little nervous, the first "friend" she made got banished the first time Morgan visited the Freehold. She didn't like it but she didn't think she'd get any flak for being here...hopefully. She calmed herself as she followed other Lost into the meeting room. She gave salutes out to a few Lost as she passed, and got some of the strangest looks in return.

As she watched the progression of changelings entering, she felt that her costume did not quite "fit" with the theme. She knew what the Autumn Court was about and was quite familiar with fear. She may not know if she wanted to embrace it as they do yet, but that wasn't the main problem right now. The problem was she missed the memo about the type of costume to wear. Well, I wear what I have. A guess I should have bought and applied some of those fake wound packs or something. Heh, military uniform with shiny helmet and vest, oh boy. I am REAAAAAAAALLY going to stand out.

Looking around, she didn't recognize anyone in the crowd. Wait, there was Terri, which made sense given it was her court an all. She also spotted L’aire in her Ghostbusters costume and raised an eyebrow at THAT outfit. [I]Looks a little familiar but not sure from where.[/I]

Morgan decided to just hit up the buffet and hope that she found someone she knew or who wanted to chat. Then she noticed the Red Demon she almsot ran into. Looking at Leon, she apologized, "Oh, sorry about that. Great costume by the way. I'm Morgan, nice to meet you." She held out a hand in greeting.

Minus Guns

[Anubite25]

@Perry diCarlo Nero , how about we continue here?

[Yumyumcrow]

Green appeared. He came to the party dressed in his usual jeans, boots and checked shirt. For a costume he wore a very, very, big white sheet (still splattered with paint) and a cheap plastic mask (bought from a corner store, too small for his head and perched on his forehead like a peculiar hat). He had wrapped the sheet about his body, but was having difficulty with it draping. So it was that the mountain lumbered into the gathering.

Not sure what to do, Green stumbled toward the buffet. At least there he was standing still and looked like he was doing something. His mind found its way briefly to his Life Before: back then he hadn't had much luck with parties either - people had always assumed he was trouble because of his family connections, or else had bought the trouble to him; only Joanne had been different. Ruthlessly, for once, he shoved those thoughts aside. He was not going to give in to despair before the entire Freehold.

He busied himself piling up food on a plate.

[Changeling ST]

Walking into the Throne room’s Hollow stepped in the Flowering Fairest to the magnificent decorum of the evening. She took was prepared for the splendid party. Her face painted in the Macabre Dia de los Muertos style; detailed and perhaps taking on near realism of the a skull of her own features beneath the delicate skin of the Nightsinger. The colors of her eyes shifting as the bewitching orbs skimmed through the room.

As she walked further into the room, beneath her shoes that matched her attire, flowers manifested under her feat and disappearing after each step. They too were colored for the occasion in dark eerie colors. With the golden necklace around her neck, her perfect body seemed to emanate a golden glow of sorts. The aromatic bouquet of exotic flowers flowed around her.

Violet’s dress that evening was of course flattering to her figure, with a Gothic and Victorian essence too it, save for one thing. On the corset there was something like a cameo in the middle and within it part of a rib cage and spine that looked all to similar of how the Spring Fairest’s may have been. The work of some master craftsman no less. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders which needed no traditional crown of flowers, instead the Flowering’s hair held deep crimson tiny roses. The Spring Flowering was pleased to see a few familiar faces already, and perhaps relieved for other reasons.

Je me demande si Mme Rosemary fait esprits de la sorciθre?

Violet's Face

Dress

[Wolven Pryde]

The first thing anyone will notice about Warren Locke is that he is red tonight, rather than green.

No, that is probably incorrect.

The first thing anyone will likely notice are the blasted gigantic, black horns jutting heavily out from the side of his head, and curving up and forward into the air. Though their weight is no impediment to him, he does wonder how any normal man who may have rented the same costume before him managed it.

In Locke's personal opinion, the rest of the costume is no problem to wear. The long, sleeveless cape draping from his shoulders billows dramatically. His thick and heavily muscled chest and arms are bare and encumbered only by a great deal of red paint. The hoof-looking boot covers and pointed nails feel a little silly, but not enough to be a nuisance. The overall effect is well worth it.

It is true that the film was made several years prior to Locke's return from Arcadia, but he has watched it many times. Things within fantasy film are quite evocative of times he is much more familiar with than any he has experienced in this world.

Oh, Mother Night!
Fold your dark arms about me.
Protect me in your black embrace.
I sit alone, an impotent exile, whilst this form, this presence, returns to torment me!

Warren Locke is the Lord of Darkness.

He also makes a very smashing version of Tim Curry's character from Legend.

Behold

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri & Malory continue here