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Happy Birthoween!

Who: Everyone!
What: Happy Halloween and Wei Wuxian's birthday
When: October 31
Where: His apartment
Warnings: It's a party! Warnings of fun ahead

The apartment is big enough to house all the Different that should decide to show up. Wei Wuxian is big on parties so the entire apartment has been decorated for the holiday. Cobwebs, strings of orange lights, pumpkins with flickering candles, low lighting and festive music. This might be also a birthday party but he clearly is more interested in celebrating the holiday then the fact he is getting a year older.

Along one wall of the main living room is a table with a black tablecloth, covered in festive foods. He doesn't cook so most of it is clearly from the local grocery store. Perhaps some other of the guests have dropped off some real food for everyone to enjoy. Snack foods such as popcorn, chips and salsa, and of course lots of candy. Caramel apples, cookies and more are sure to give you a cavity before you leave. And there is a plethora of drinks available. Punch for those that don't feel like losing their heads, and various hard liquors and beers for those that are. Wei Wuxian does enjoy a good wine, so his vast supply of that is also out for all to enjoy.

Furniture has been cleared away from another section of the apartment if you are interested in dancing the night away. Festive holiday tunes are mixed in with typical dance music. Feel free to browse his rather extensive library of music on the laptop connected to the speakers. Otherwise it is just going to run through every genre of music at random.

Costumes are welcome of course, and really they are encouraged! Want a little photo fun? There is a small corner, blocked off with spooky backdrop and props so you can enjoy your selfie game.

Create your own toplevels and mingle around! Let's party and don't forget...those costumes you wear might have an interesting effect on you. Part of the event means they could turn real which could make for some interesting conversations if it happens at the party...

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Wei Wuxian is dressed like a vampire. but not your run of the mill vampire costume. Long black jacket with a single button holding it closed. No shirt on, black paints. The only thing that really makes it appear vampire like in the least is the tiny bat wings on his back, a red collar attached to the jacket and sharp canine teeth in his mouth with a little trickle of blood down his chin. Glitter across his cheeks and on his chest.

He will be every where around the room making sure people are having a good time, passing out drinks when he see someone without one, and dancing with anyone who wants to do so.

Seeing Wei decked out in his vampire costume almost made Anthony wish he had gone with the vampire hunter outfit he had been considering. There wasn't that much difference in the two outfits, they both would have been black with a long black jacket, shirt optional. Its just the contrast he would have found funny, vampire and hunter sharing a cocktail. As it was he was wearing a dark green cloak, firmly closed to hide his own chosen costume until later in the evening when it would be revealed.

"Oi, birthday boy," he called across the room warmly before slipping over to press a present into Wei's hand. When opened it would reveal a nice Happy Birthday flask set, perfect for any party or slipping a secret drink while out on the town. "You might be doing this party thing wrong... There's no table for birthday loot?"

Despite the building's doorman acting in a very uncharacteristically monkey-like fashion, craving bananas and swinging about from the chandelier, Anthony hadn't thought too much about it. It was Halloween and the guy had obviously had too much to drink already! If he wanted to get into the spirit of the holiday and act like an ape as well as dress like one well... that was his choice. And why not! It seemed like he was having fun.

Anthony joined Wei's Halloween birthday bash party a touch late as he had just come from another party, a late night bash at the NYBG for the staff and their families where the loose theme had been, 'dress as a historic figure'. He certainly had. Anthony had joined all the chibi King Arthur's, Cleopatra's, and George Washington's as the first lady... ever! He rocked that same costume now, wearing Eve's leaves like the amusing gender swap outfit was made for him and carrying around one of those tempting looking caramel apples. Everything went fine until 3am when he began to feel just a touch odd and the costume he wore began to feel a little too revealing.

"Is it feeling chilly? Suddenly I'm getting a draft..."

He spoke to whoever was close as he happened to glance down to see his body becoming more like Eve's, curves filling in where none had been before, and red hair lengthening well past ~~his~~ now her shoulders. Never a ghost or a ghoul in the apartment could have matched the scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII WHAT THE SHIT!??!?!"

"Thanks!" He grins as he accepts the gift and a small laugh when he sees how appropriate it is. He'll definitely put this to good use. "I didn't really expect any gifts. My gift was spending it with everyone." Way better then spending it alone or at some random halloween party. This way he gets to celebrate his own way.

He holds up his new treasure, "I do definitely appreciate an actual gift though and I'll make sure to wear it out."

Nothing but the best for one of his best friends. Anthony would have put something like that to good use too, it was why he assumed Wei would like it as well. They were quite alike when it came to things like this.

"How sweet."

He was noncommittal as he looked around at the assembled party-goers.

"Bit tame so far? I haven't heard the cops pull up yet."

So, when Fell went shopping for his costume, he had "cool demon in black" in mind, thinking, naturally, about his boyfriend who is very hip and modern and cool in his tight designer clothes. He certainly wasn't going to be a Devil in a red onesie with a tail and pitchfork.

But of course he got distracted and what he ended up with for his Demon costume looks like something caught vaguely Dickens or Jekyll and Hyde: black top hat, frock coat, fingerless gloves, kohl around his eyes. He had the look of someone who ought to pick a pocket or two, or may be offering very close shaves just off Fleet Street, and Fell is just tickled pink and happy to show off his very theatrical costume and play up being adorably demonic with the aid of the few angelic powers he has regained. To add to the demonic look, he's wearing a pair of fangs.

When the transformation occurs, not much changes. Internally, he feels like he should stir up some trouble, of course, but that's really just getting into the spirit of the season (he's normally a treat, but tonight he's feeling a bit tricky!). The outfit remains mostly the same, if a little dustier, like he has just crawled up from beneath the earth. The fangs are now real. Maybe his cheeks aren't quite so rosy and his gaze doesn't sparkle as much. His usually well-manicured nails are tarnished and dingy, and his hair has somehow gone paler and noticeably fuller and fluffier.

The most distinct and disturbing change, however, are his eyes: the pupils have become rectangular and horizontal.

He is a sheep in wolf's clothing.

Snacks

He's brought a rather pretty looking cake for their birthday boy, and before too long, he has indulged in a slice of it himself. After a couple glasses of wine, you probably will see him making eyes across the room at a certain biblical beauty while partaking of a candy apple. ...Yes, he's that embarrassing.

And, incredibly tipsy, he has to ask all the important questions:
• "Do you think demons have to wear black? Is it in their dress code?"
• "How DOES one dance the Monster Mash?"
• "I wonder if one could taste the difference between otherwise identical but different-colored icing?"

Music & Dancing

Fell is happy to dance, if a little awkward about it. But when he tries to browse the music files on the laptop, he accidentally shuts down the computer and can't seem to bring it back up himself. A bit of awkward and polite flailing at the nearest person for help, he eventually abandons them to unintentionally cause chaos elsewhere.

"Terribly sorry, awfully embarrassing, all this. Much obliged. You know, I think there's a bit of cake over there with my name on it. I'll leave you to it. Well...tootles!"

Edited 2020-11-03 00:42 (UTC)

"Can't let things get too crazy yet.Besides, pretty sure my neighbor isn't going to call the cops on me." He laughs with a little nudge of his elbow.

"Once a few more people show up then we can really crank things up." Wei Wuxian doesn't want to scare away any of the guests before they get there. And cop cars would be a deterrent.

He had intended to get a thoughtful unique gift, but Aziraphale wasn't really that good with gifts for close friends, let alone anyone else, so he ended up with several gift cards to local restaurants, a card, and a cake, because who honestly doesn't like food? And judging from that ...attractively toned chest, this young man could do with some more food.

Well, really now, he could hardly be accused of looking when it was so clearly sparkling and on display!

Ahem.

"What a delightful day to have a birthday! So festive! Who doesn't like a good costume party? Thank you for hosting, my dear boy, and a very happy birthday to you."

The scream drew his attention. He dropped his cup and it was a minor miracle that it didn't land on his clothes. Later, it would be a more thought out miracle (fueled more by hope than by design) that the red wine wouldn't stain any flooring when someone had to clean it up.

Alarm quickly melted into confusion and then, having seen others become their costumes before now, understanding. Lingering, lingering understanding.

And then he scurried over to his distressed...girl friend? Oh, good lord, he never thought he'd have to say that.

"It's alright, just a minor costume mishap," he said, fussing awkwardly and offering up his coat. "See, all fine! The important bits are covered!" Barely. Best not to dwell on that. "Maybe next time you'll pare back your attempts at temptation a little."

Wei Wuxian likes to show off what he has and isn't shy. He knows he has a nice body, has to have it considering what he does. So he doesn't mind if Fell spends a moment checking it out. And luckily, Wei Wuxian really likes cake and isn't a health nut at all.

He accepts the gifts with a bright smile, "Thank you so much! This is the best day to have a birthday in my opinion." He laughs, clearly biased but is there really any better way to spend a birthday then in a costume with a festive theme?

"ANd thank you for the gifts and cake! I didn't expect to get any gifts." He grew up alone so he didn't really have anyone to give him something on his birthday and most of the time he simply just celebrated it alone.

"Well this one isn't about to call anybody in, can't speak for the other two."

That was one of the hazards of having family move in with you. His cousin Alec might have called the cops just to keep him out of trouble... turning him in made sense in his cousin's mind. While younger cousin Ellie might just come down stairs to offer them all tea. She was good with presenting tea at all the right times.

"Or that older lady downstairs. Which reminds me, she was already talking fruit cake. Try to be prepared for that. She will leave it on your doorstep so try not to trip over it and stub a toe. Those things are deadly."

"A minor costume mishap!"

Anthony squawked and leveled a glare with laser precision at the man with the understatement of the evening, an action that was interrupted when Aziraphale's jacket landed over her head completely covering her eyes and leaving her to flail under the cloth until it finally fell to her shoulders so that she could see again.

"You call this a minor costume mishap?? I'm standing here in the middle of the room, starkers!"

Thankfully there was the jacket to cloak herself in but given who she now was the pressing need for a few branches and vines soon had her looking to the floor.

"Where is my fig leaf??"

"Yes, well," he attempted to amend, a bit too tipsy to form both a placating and convincing argument. "It's not as if you were wearing much to mishap in the first place--hence 'minor!' And don't yell at me. I am trying to help you. I am not responsible for your wardrobe malfunction or your current-- current state of-- being!"

His cheeks were flushed bright red. "Do as that lovely American phase goes and Calm Your --" Fell made a fluttery, angry, flustered gesture toward Anthony's general chest area and spun on his heel to retreat to the boundaries of the room.

Wei is absolutely charming and sweet; it's no wonder he's so good at his job. Quite without meaning to, the thought translates into an accidental minor blessing and perhaps Wei will find people are a tad more generous with their tips than usual when he returns to work.

"Oh, but you should always get gifts for your birthday. That's what birthdays are for! Presents and cake. After all, one must have something to make the addition of another year a little more palatable. And everything goes down better with a good cake."

Anthony was shocked! Positively absolutely shocked to hear his dear sweet Aziraphale take up such a, hmm... bitchy stance by drawing not only her attention towards her chest but those few having a drink nearby to the change as well. They giggled and quickly returned to chattering amongst themselves while Anthony merely gaped after Fell.

This bitchy side.... It was sort of hot. Definitely well suited to that dark and mysterious Victorian-esque stovepipe of his.

The malfunctioning wardrobe was collected from the floor before she too moved to the darkened corner of the room. The outfit might be altered with a few safety pins or duct tape but for now the coat was held tightly around her new body, hiding all but her legs from prying eyes.

"Thanks for the coat..." Sorry for snapping at you went unsaid but it was there, hidden just under the surface, "I haven't been a woman before."

She paused for barely a breath while a fragment of memory floated up the the surface.

"Well... Not for a few centuries anyway. I don't remember that much about it but I'm pretty sure people don't go around to parties dressed in nothing. Right and wrong... it's all feeling a bit difficult to sort through."

Fell wore those bright blushing cheeks quite well indeed. They were a bit like an apple, bright red and tempting. Anthony reached up to brush a few hesitant fingers over the skin to feel the heat of that embarrassment.

"Would it be wrong if I said you look hot standing there in that outfit and yet still blushing like a saint?"

He was trying to have fun. It wasn't very easy to have fun. He was doing his best to stay out of the way and not cause anyone undue stress by glowering at them by his spot at the wall. He was feeling on edge, like his skin was about to split open. Probably some bullshit or other was going to happen and he would be there for it. He would finally see it take place. The world change. The universe expand.

It wasn't easy not to be a bit cagey with Fell nattering completely unimportant questions nearby.

"All icing tastes the bloody same." Not that he preferred it. "What is in these drinks?" It had to be something other than alcohol.

"Yes but everyone is invited, so clearly they just need to come down and enjoy the party too." Even the lady downstairs would be welcome. She seems to think Wei Wuxian is a sweet kid. He does know how to charm people.

"Noted..be careful of the fruit cake. Maybe I can convince her I am allergic or something." But then he would feel bad for rejecting her kind gesture so he isn't likely to do that either.

"You shouldn't be drinking that," he said in what he hoped sounded reasonable and not too parental, but it was difficult to tell, this many drinks in.

He attempted to extract the cup from Alec's hold as casually and politely as he could.

"And are you certain? Have you done a blind test, or are you just assuming? Maybe blue icing tastes slightly--" He frowned at the cake remnants on his plate. Obviously he didn't expect them to have a flavor, exactly, but the coloring might taste slightly different and someone might be able to perceive the color through the variations in sugary vanilla taste, right? It almost made sense. "--Blue."

He doesn't really do parties. He doesn't really do social anything. But here he is regardless, because he sort of likes the kid. Well at least he doesn't actively dislike him. Out of deference to the actual party he's dressed as a werewolf right before the full moon. Which is to say a headband of wolf ears, but he drew the line at the tail.

Anyway the gift that he left at the table and moved away from so he wouldn't be seen leaving it was a fairly decent art set with pastels and oils and good paper. His name wouldn't be hard to find on it if Wuxian wanted to hunt him down, but Alec almost hoped he didn't notice.

"If Alec doesn't come down after a while I'll go up and get him."

It did the guy good to get out now and then even if he would hate it. Ellie could look out for herself. She didn't hide herself away and refuse to socialize with anyone so there was less need to ferret her out. He might give her a nudge too though, if only to keep her from getting lost in old ghost filled memories.
Anthony paced around Wei, giving his outfit a strong looking over as he was circled.

"How has the party been so far, everyone behaving? Leaving their crucifixes at home?"

He will certainly enjoy the added extra generosity. He may have gotten that new apartment thanks to Anthony's dealings but he still had to be able to support himself in it.

"I don't mind getting a year older. I guess I'm still young enough to not think much about it. But I definitely agree that everything is better with cake. Most of the places I ended up in never really kept me long enough to get to a birthday so if I wanted cake or presents it was up to me to get them for myself."

He doesn't seem particularly bothered by that though. He got used to the traveling around and the eventual ending up back in an orphanage to spend out his days. If he had been given gifts it would have just been more stuff to lug around from place to place.

"So a cake given to me by someone else..definitely makes for a special day!"

Wei Wuxian is extremely observant so the fact that a gift has been left in a spot that was empty moments before, clearly catches his eye. He's shocked that so many people bothered to go through the effort to get him anything and so he opens each with the kind of youthful exuberance one would see from someone much younger. He probably should be waiting to open these things until after the party but he simply can't resist.

The gift he uncovers brings a smile to his lips. He quickly moves it to a safe place so it won't get lost or damaged in the hustle of the party and then seeks out his gift giver. He resists the urge to reach up and touch those ears as he slides up next to Alec.

"What kind of picture would you like as a thank you for my gift?"

He laughs as he gets circled, smoothing out the sides of his shirt and reaching up to straighten his collar. "So far no death threats have been received. All wooden stakes have been burned, garlic disposed of, hunters seduced into submission."

He holds out his arms as he awaits his opinion on it, "Really I should be the one that needs to be warned about behaving. And what is it that you are hiding underneath your coat?"

He grumbled and pursed his lips and tried not to give in too easily, but eventually of course he caved to Anthony's charm, her touch and her somewhat-apology. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and blushed harder at her touch, but lapped up the flattery.

"I'm not a saint, Anthony. I'm an angel." He rolled his eyes. "There's a difference."

Aziraphale reached over and straightened the collar of the coat, as if that could make it look more natural and not like the failed rescue of her dignity that it was. Her hair was so fiery against the dusty black of the coat, like molten lava against ashes. He twisted a curl around his fingers (oh, and wasn't that lovely and new. He had no idea Anthony's hair curled).

"And yes. I do recall you mentioning something about stockings." Her long, lean, bare legs. Aziraphale had never quite given much thought to it or understood the appeal of the classic film shot of a woman rolling on or off her hose. Until now. He cleared his throat and stepped back.

"Not even a little." He drank it down anyway to prove a point to heaven and hell and karma and who knew what else.

"Well try it with your eyes closed if you don't believe me." Why was he having this conversation again?

"Anyway you're the one whose on his way to being smashed. I'm the responsible one here."

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