Let's Get Spoopy [Halloween Sleepover 2k17]

The windows grew to resemble mirrors as the outside grew darker and the room lit up with multicolored light bulbs. After hard work, the room's furniture had been cleared away to the sides to make room for a place for everybody to settle. Scary movies were ready to be marathoned on the large TV set against one of the walls, with a healthy amount of drinks to the side for any avid drinkers.

Evelyn emerged the bathroom, happy with the sugar skull makeup she got done. It took up so much of her time she had had to start moving stuff since early in the morning. At least she'd made sure her masterpiece wasn't going to fade away the moment she touched it. She really went all out for that, considering she was the host. The Autumn allowed herself to toppled down on the couch to collect herself, take in all she'd prepared for this. Maybe people would actually show up, she mused. A knock sounded on the door, her cue.

The girl secured on of her hands wrapped against her elbow, and with a tug, the lower half of her arm came off, painlessly. Discarding the body part in her room under the bed, the ragdoll returned and almost kicked the door open, waving with her intact arm friendlily. "Happy Spoop Day~"

Every day was Halloween for the older student, but that didn't make the real holiday any less fun! Amelia had taken a bit of time to pick out something befitting a necro/pseudozooligist, perhaps a ragged safari hat and eerily "stained" white shirt. Khaki shorts? Her hand was being held up to her chin, only for the cliche look of course. 'I do look good in shorts, but who can even tolerate khakis anymore?'

Her cat - if he could even be called that - leaped onto the bathroom counter and cocked his head at her, as if to ask what she was doing. Of course, he already knew why, seeing that he had a psychic connection to her and could tap into her surface thoughts at will. This was an entirely one-sided affair though. She allowed him to do this since he relied on her for life-giving energy and would be rendered motionless without her. At the moment he was down to his literal framework; the blonde gal had removed his usual clay exterior to replace and grease his exhausted metal skeleton piece by piece. As she continued to stare at him, a better idea, and one probably more recognizable, came to mind. A witch. How could she have missed that? It was easy to throw together and after only ten minutes of scrounging around her dorm, totally not stealing some articles of clothing from her roommates, she had her get-up ready to go.

The "cat" had been waiting for her by the door, imbued with her excitement in going to this spooky party. "[color:82c9=43ba71]No, you're not going." Nonexistent eyes stared up at her pleadingly. Ahh, she was such a pushover. Or maybe it was the mind-melding. ...Hopefully the latter was truer. This was a metallic, fake cat for Pete's sake! He wasn't even cute! But still, his silent gaze attempted to convince her. It failed, but only slightly. She proceeded through the door and only after relocking it that she noticed a certain someone had slipped by her. "No, you're staying here." She unlocked the door again and shoved him back inside. "You! Be good. Don't bother Kayla or Preston, I won't feel sorry for you if you get on their nerves!"

She had only knocked once on the door when it swung open to reveal the party's host. A grin spread across Amelia's face. "Happy Spoop Day!" She replied almost instantaneously, subconsciously deciding not to be the twat to say that "spoop" wasn't even a real word. For a moment she considered going back and letting her minion come anyway, maybe he'd attract more party-goers, seeing as she appeared to be the only one here as of now. "Oh, your makeup looks great!" For now she didn't quite notice that one of the other girl's body parts was clearly missing.

Riley stomped down the hallway, the autumn dorm being right next to his. He silently prayed he wasn't the first one to arrive, but he couldn't stay at home and sit on the couch waiting for the party to start. If anything he was going to make the party start and how would he do that without showing up a tad early?

His nose was painted black with whiskers on his cheeks, a tail was tied onto his belt loop and the black triangle ears sat perked on his head. He was a cat. And anyone who was unable to see it was an obvious idiot. Riley's feet stopped at the door, giving it a couple light kicks while slipping his hands in his pockets. Loud music was not jammin' which put Riley into a worried state, was he too early? The cat tapped his foot on the ground impatiently waiting for the entrance to open.