Party Time

[loveandduty]

Who: Everyone who wants to attend.
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.

[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.

In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]

OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]

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[kumoko]

Well, technically it's totally witches and cats. She shrugs.

"Yeah, it's witches and cats. But with bows, and sparkles, and existential dread."

[agathokakological]

Crowley can think of a few cute cartoon witches that might fit the bill, but just for good measure, adds more bows and glitter for good measure. What they come up with is a fairly frilly dress, one that circles the spider's pendicel and flows over her abdomen with purple and black lace. There is a bit of a spiderweb motif, which Crowley hopes isn't too on-the-nose. There is a bow right on the top of the 'waist', and more lace and cloth covers her thorax, with poofy little witch sleeve-caps for each of her legs. They each have a small bow over them as well.

Crowley scratches their chin, looking the spider over a bit. It's actually quite cute, but the demon isn't sure if this is exactly what she wanted. They'd never seen a spider in a dress before.

"I don't know if I captured the existential dread, but did I do ok?" Crowley says, ready to make any adjustments needed.

[kumoko]

There's a pause as, firstly, the spider processes the full-on henshin she just missed. Like, poof, suddenly fabric? Man, she should've specified a theme song and some kind of space backdrop.

Next time, maybe. For now, secondly. She rights herself enough that she can align herself with one of the mirror columns in the carriage. Huh, they even got the halloween outfit part...

She turns. Lifts part of the dress, to inspect the lace, and one of the sleeves. Nods to herself, wipes away a figurative tear (ha, spiders don't cry!). She's definitely not sober enough to process the emotions currently running through her atrophied lil hermit brain, because the next thing she knows she's doing her spider best to give Crowley a hug.

S O F T!!!!

[agathokakological]

Crowley has never been hugged by a spider before, and as such, isn't quite sure they understand what is happening until it's already happened, and they're pulled into the lovingly warm embrace of an arachnid.

"Oh-- that's okay," Crowley starts, but then settles into it, giving her a good pat on the back. "There, there. Looking gorgeous for the party. I did alright, then?"

For the love of all that is infernal please don't let anyone walk in here and see this. They might think Crowley's nice.

why are all of her first hugs demons

[kumoko]

The hug lasts for an inordinate length of time. Not for lack of trying, but, really, now she's started, it's very difficult to make herself stop. It's weird, actually. Like, are these emotions? Probably. She thinks they might be, that someone did something this nice for her. It would be great if she had actual arms for hugging, because her legs are kind of...

Spindly?

Long?

Sharp? Difficult to keep away from Crowley's gorgeous dress?

The important thing is they're not really designed for hugs. So she lets go reluctantly. To save the dress, you understand.

"This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she types, entirely sincere in the moment. And also not entirely sure that's right, because everything's a bit hazy right now.

shrug emoji

[agathokakological]

Crowley's eyebrows shoot up all the way into their hairline. Quickly, their hands make a bit of a chopping motion at their neck.

"Don't--- never say that. It wasn't nice. And if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with it." they reply, almost scoldingly so, then quickly look over their shoulders to make sure no one's watching or listening in.