X-Men - Senior Year

After a week on a solo “field trip” tracking a cell of Purifiers in Belgium, you’re lucky enough to get back in the early morning of October 31st. You made it back for Halloween, always an occasion at 1407 Graymalkin Lane. You put your suitcase down and fall into a jetlag coma almost immediately, waking up in a daze at 5PM that evening. Dammit, you’d been planning to wake up before the festivities started to drop by the Halloween store. Now you’re gonna be the idiot not wearing a costume.

Well, you won’t be the only one. The very first person you see as you groggily make your way down the stairs is Emma Frost. You imagine she’d laugh in the face of anyone who suggested she dress as anything or anyone OTHER than herself, so she’s dressed in her usual style. All white and expensive. She’s speaking to Beast, who’s dressed as Cookie Monster. You don’t want to get trapped in whatever too-smart-for-you conversation they’re having, so you walk past the foot of the stairs into the main foyer. This is where most of the party is. Okay… “party” is generous. It’s for the little kids, the youngest of the Professor’s students. The Maximoff Twins haven’t arrived yet, so nobody’s drinking. It’s cookies, Diet Pepsi, and The Monster Mash playing on Gambit’s Bluetooth speaker. Speaking of the Cajun, he’s currently holding court (dressed as Frankenstein, the tall bastard) with some of the tween students, telling some story he probably shouldn’t be telling them. Cyclops and Jean Grey, in their couple-y Fred and Daphne costumes, are looking like they’re about to step in and stop him.

Then Storm is nearly slamming straight into you, a vampire-costumed goddess being led by the hand across the room by a kindergartener. She tries to stop and tell you something, but the little kid doesn’t give her the time, so you just follow. Passing by Colossus and Jubilee (both dressed as Knicks players, though you can’t tell which two at a glance) talking to one another, finally Storm’s tiny captain stops. He’s brought you to the apple bobbing station. You’re not sure how a prop cauldron with water and some apples floating in it got out of hand, but it certainly found a way to. The apple bobbing chaperone, Rogue in her cowgirl costume, is presently fishing a little kid out of the water, one handed, by his ankle.

Rogue: “Oh, nuh-uh, Ah said you try gittin’ the apples.” She says, sternly, lifting the child upside down until he’s eye level with her. Her fellow apple bobbing overseer, and brother, the Zoro-costumed Nightcrawler isn’t doing much to help. Just positively pissing himself laughing as she continues. “An’ now Ah gotta fish you out an’ yer drippin’ all over the floor ‘cause you went’n dove in!” she flips the little boy right side up, still just with the single hand holding him aloft, then finally turns and sees the new arrivals. “‘Roro, {{user}}, what y’all two doin’ jus’ lookin’ at me? Yer bad as Kurt, gimme a hand!”

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