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Lya Pointa Cathedral was, simultaneously, the best and worst possible place for a party. It was rundown. It was grimy. It smelled faintly of garbage. But the party in question was a Halloween party, and no place was creepier or more Halloweeny. Most of the lingering odors and traces of real demonic possession had been driven away by the psychic purification of the Lavalamp-Ja family.
Lucinda Lavalamp was the more party-minded of the family, but she had gone all out on the planning on this party. She had personally psychic-hand-sewn all of her family's costumes, and had spent hours working on the party's ambient soundtrack. Her son, Armin, had prepared all of the refreshments himself--ghoulish green crackers, cocktail weenie "maggots," melon "eyeballs," and several bowls of candy alongside a few handmade and hand-shaped pumpkin-shaped truffles. Armin had come up with every gruesome treat possible, right down to the red velvet skeleton-shaped cake. His sister Ofelia had put her most devious designs into the decorations, with flapping bats and dangling spiderwebs and drifting ghosts made of real (but un-undead) ectoplasm, conjured up by her psychic powers. The littlest of them, Minty, had been sent off to have a sleepover with her friends while the big kids partied all night.
Alek was not quite as social as his family members, but for the sake of appearances, he was out, dressed in a farmer's outfit that contrasted with his stern appearance and prescription sunglasses. "Have any guests arrived yet?" he asked Lucinda. Out in the main dance area, where spooky lights flashed in time with the pulsing music, Armin and Ofelia mulled around putting the finishing touches on the decorations and arrangement of the treats.
"Not yet," Lucinda said. "But I've invited so many people! And told them to invite their friends! We should have a big crowd tonight!"
Alek shuddered at the thought.
Were those ghosts?! Scarletti watched as a few beings floated about the old cathedral rather listlessly. She adjusted her costume a bit before continuing in to the party. She had been back and forth in her decision to attend or not and it was a pair of hydrokuhna who had convinced her to go. She questioned the costume they'd picked out for her as it was far from what she would have chosen for herself. She adjusted the mask on her face. It was a sparkly and feathery thing she was sure would draw attention to her. The wings covered her blades and sparkled even in the lighting. They called it a butterfly goddess and she supposed it was somewhat fitting.
Ra'ire was dressed up from head to toe in metal. His helmet had a large red frill running from front to back and a fake sword hung across his back.
It hadn't taken long before Talcen had heard news of a Halloween party and once he had, he had set to work on dressing up and procuring several bagfuls of candy to take with him. While he usually wasn't one for parties, he usually took any and every opportunity to dress up and eat copious amounts of candy. This was no exception. 
With a cape flapping slightly due to the wind that had been outside, the man walked into the party unseen, quickly headed for the punch bowl for a drink. Quickly adjusting his mask, this phantom sighed, having been forced to come by the woman who gave him a place to live currently, Mademoiselle Raven. She refused to come herself, of course, or at least not until the party really got started.
They sent Queenpin in first, ostensibly to scout and report back, but actually because Monk was having trouble with her tails getting caught in her skirt. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, because the Anera, in the pirate costume they had very carefully fashioned for her, took several leaps across the room and right into the punch. Shortly afterward she jumped out again, probably to climb a wall and watch the goings-on from there, but by then Monk had sorted out her costume and she and Daz were on their way in.
It was a good costume, Monk thought, although some effort had been required to allow free movement of all her limbs. She had gone with the pirate theme as well--it seemed appropriate, even if they weren't 
Daz trailed. It wasn't that he didn't like parties--he did, and this was even a Halloween party, those were always the best! But he didn't feel quite right. He hadn't been able to throw together much of a costume, since all they'd had to work with was whatever had been lying around on the ship, and he'd ended up in a brown coat as long as he was and an aviator cap the captain had let him borrow. He also had a wrench, but that was mostly out of habit. Note to self: next time you have money, go buy some good costume stuff, and then find excuses to wear it. But for now this would have to do. He made his way toward the food, and it had to be hoped that someone would distract him relatively soon, because otherwise he would eat until he ran out of options. Of course, Monk would probably come and bother him if she saw he wasn't busy.
