August 15th; It's a Spooky Party!

[strangelic]

Who: Castiel and YOU. ALL OF YOU.
What: It's a party! It was going to be a fun game of Twister party, but now it's a spoopy party. This is a massive mingle, so please feel free to write your own starters! And feel free to jump on the party game headers as well, or include them in your starters too!
Where: The bar!
When: August 15th
Warnings: ALL THE WARNINGS. No, I lie. Alcohol, truth or dare, people falling on each other, scary stories maybe and snogging in a closet. And talking about feelings. Please add your own warnings to your comment thread headers and I will add them to the list!


Whether or not the lights were off, Castiel was determined to go ahead with his plan to cheer up the residents of Hadriel, and get them interacting with each other. He'd made his plans a week in advance, and when it came right down to it, the idea of whether or not he would allow Fear to get in the way of having fun was practically moot. Of course he wouldn't. It was far simpler to be oblivious, far easier to overcome fear - at least his own, if not the god - with amusement, and companionship.

It threw a bit of a monkey wrench into his plans, and was, it had to be said, particularly devastating for his personal party trick in particular. How would his "pull my finger" joke work now? But he was determined to soldier on, and that meant that the bar was taken over by an eager angel, complete with food that had been collected from the orchard, and around the town, a pack of cards, a bag full of pebbles, a bunch of sticks with tiny carvings on them, and as much paint as he had left over from his aborted attempt to redecorate the Winchester apartment.

Not much of a party, but that was what guests were for. And party games. And alcohol, obviously--that was why it was being held at a bar.

So maybe they'd have to bring their own light, and perhaps people might take advantage of the spooky mood and audience to tell some of those stories that Fear wanted people to share, or to play horrid tricks on each other...but so long as things didn't turn into a remake of Cabin in the Woods, Evil Dead, or House on Haunted Hill, they were probably fine. Actually, scratch that, so long as it didn't turn into any horror movie ever, they were probably fine.

But then, with Twister, Truth or Dare and Poker (any of which you can add "strip" in front of and they will be infinitely more fun) as available gaming options, perhaps it was a horror movie already.

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[skelebro]

Dare.

[Yeah, truth ain't happenin'. And expect Sans to mince words whenever possible so to escape the worst of whatever she might dare him to do.]

[enchangement]

[ Fortunately (?) River isn't much for dangerous or embarrassing when it comes to dares. ]

Hm. [ Ponder, ponder. ] Dare: say five good things that have happened to you since the Door.

[skelebro]

Ain't that more of a truth?

[But he doesn't contest it, he flicks up five phalanges and counts down.]

Got some pretty great roommates. Found some people who laugh at my jokes. Met a kid from my world who seems to be all right. Seen the network post some of the most quality memes I ever seen. Got to watch Fear be the worst at actually scarin' people, which was worth the price of admission alone.

[Boom. Five things.]

[enchangement]

The truth is more interesting.

[ But she grins wide at his list. It's a good one. ]

What is your name? What is a meme?

Fear's story was terrible; it's not used to telling stories.

[skelebro]

Name's Sans. Sans the skeleton. And a meme's kinda like, uh...

[He digs in his pocket for his phone, pulls up an old entry of his for her to look at.]

What's yours?

[enchangement]

Hello, Sans the skeleton. She's never met a skeleton that speaks before. Have you always been a skeleton?

[ Then she looks at the entry and starts quickly reading replies. His explanation of what a meme is to others helps her make sense of it. ]

River.

[skelebro]

Yep. I'm a monster. It's a thing. I'm guessin' you're human?

[enchangement]

With some things added and a few taken away. Do you have powers?

[skelebro]

Not aside from your run-of-the-mill monster pickings. Made of magic, etc.

[That's a curious thing. Human with some things added and taken away. It's got him vaguely curious, but he's not gonna poke that with a big stick just now.]

Truth or dare, buddo?

[enchangement]

[ At the mention of magic River's eyes light up. ]

No magic where she's from, or if there is, it's hidden itself very well.

[ A hum of consideration. ]

Truth.

[skelebro]

[Dovetails neatly into Sans's question.]

So whaddaya mean by "some things added and a few taken away"?

[enchangement]

She was part of an experiment to make soldiers, perfect and unstoppable, out of intelligent children. They succeeded. They took parts of her away, and they made her different.

It's a horror story and not for campfires.

[ She shrugs. ]

Truth or dare?

[skelebro]

[Unless she's talkin' about someone else exactly like her, Sans is assuming the third person is an effort to achieve distance. Not so strange. The Great Papyrus is was the same way.

He forgoes commentary. He acknowledges the answer with a nod and hum of interest.]

Dare.

[enchangement]

[ Sans is one of the first to accept her way of speaking, which is good; explaining is starting to wear on her a little. ]

Dare you to show magic.

[skelebro]

[Welp, should've seen that one coming. He shrugs, lifting his left hand, two phalanges out. A tiny line of blue knucklebones materialize in the air for a moment before dissipating harmlessly.]

Ain't really my area. My brother's more about all his special attacks and the like.

[enchangement]

How many brothers do you have? She has just the one.

[ She points out Simon, across the room. ]

[skelebro]

Just the one, like you. Not here, though.

[Ha. Yeah, there's a morbid joke hiding in there somewhere. What do you call a skeleton stripped of the one thing he hinges his existence on?]

That's your bro? Huh. Should've recognized the family resemblance.

[enchangement]

Sorry.

[ Not having Simon here would make things 1000% more difficult, she's sure of it. Missing a brother can't be fun, even for self-proclaimed monsters.

She giggles at the idea of a family resemblance. ]

Maybe. Do they look alike? [ She can't really tell. ]

[skelebro]

Eh. Most humans kinda look alike to me.

[He's mostly just pulling her leg, and he winks at her, bone closing neatly down over the socket to signify the joke.]

[enchangement]

[ River laughs, both at the joke and in pure joy at the way Sans' skeletal body works. It's kind of amazing, honestly. ]

Do monsters eat? [ Monsters like him, she means. ]

[skelebro]

We eat monster food. Made of magic like us, converts to energy straightaway.

[Just like pretty much all the stuff he's brought here to drink. Everything else just goes right through.]

[enchangement]

Can people eat it too, or does it make them sick?

[skelebro]

Nah, humans can eat it too.

[A steak in the same of Mettaton's face, some nameless artifact of dog-related import, you know, the usual. Sans rummages around in his pocket, extracts a bottle of ketchup that he holds out to her.]

Can give it a sip, if you want. Can't promise you'll like it. [Particularly since it's been infused with some...alcoholic properties.]

[enchangement]

[ Of course River has to try it.

And of course it's ketchup. With alcohol. She pulls a face. ]

Problematic.

[skelebro]

[He lifts a supraorbital ridge in amused acknowledgment.]

"Problematic," huh? Well, don't worry. You don't even gotta digest it. Does a real nice job of fixin' up any injuries you humans tend to get.

['Course, when you only got 1 HP, it's purely superfluous on his part. He doesn't even technically need food, being the skeleton monster he is. He just likes it, and the looks on people's faces when they see him drinkin' a full bottle of mayonnaise or some other condiment is priceless.]