All right, let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*incoherent rambling and pointing in the direction of the bar*

(Subtitle: Drinks are at the bar. Bitten-open cans of snacks are on the tables. Please try not to throw up on my shoes. :))

*babbles happily and wanders off*

(OOC: *snerk* Well, I had to play her eventually, right? ;))

Comments

[kimera.livejournal.com]

"Come on, Sky," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. "We'll all go," they said.

Well, I'm here. My teammates are, as usual, off doing something else instead of paying attention to prior committments and- oooh, are those ketchup chips?

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Watch out, I think they booby-trapped the pretzels. *smirks*

[kimera.livejournal.com]

Oh, nice.

And people ask me why I hate socialising so much.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

You hate it, too? Glad to see I'm not the only one.

[kimera.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Well, I suppose that my teammates aren't too bad (when they're not running off and leaving me at a crowded party by myself). As for the rest of humanity (and most aliens/demons/other classifications, come to think of it), well, there's a reason my superpower is the ability to create shields.

I think I'm ready for something with a strong alcohol content now.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Here, try the firewhisky. *offers him his glass*

As for me, I just have bad memories with bullying, you know, the usual. Of course, I let it turn me into an evil psychiatrist who does experiments on his patients...um...you didn't hear that!