meme | Oh the weather outside is frightful....

[queletrange]

Halloween is over, Samhain has passed and the days when goblins and ghouls could live in harmonious play with the living are gone until next year. The leave are changing from red and gold to brown, falling from the trees to be buried in snow. Halloween has come and gone, the season of Thanksgiving, of Christmas, of Hannukah, of the Yuletide is upon us. A season of gift giving and family, of charity and celebration. But wait, dear somber reader, who longs for the days of Jack-O-Lanterns and lovingly distressed tombstones. The Season of the Witch has only just begun! You are cordially invited, all you spooks, creatures, beloved dead, to the Addams Family home for holiday festivities. Neighbors, friends, family, friends of the family and yes, even you, hapless bystander who somehow found their way onto the premises. You are all welcome to celebrate the longer night and darker day. There is no rest for the wicked, after all. Allow Lurch to take your coat, let Thing pour you a drink and may the old spirits bless this hearth. We are all Addamses here. Perhaps you're an invited guest, whose invitation came by phone or post, owl or incantation. You're family, old friends and new, friends of friends and family of family. Maybe you simply knocked on the wrong door, or were caught with a flat? (Well, how 'bout that?) All are welcome in the Addams abode, for this festive and chilling time of year. Dance to the music playing and echoing, waking the bats in the belfry. Bob for crabs, drink and be merry! And don't you worry about your children, they're welcome too! Little Wednesday and Pugsly are happy to keep the young ones company. More the merrier for the traditional children's burning of the Yule Log (in memory of all those great logs of days past, present and future who has seen some things in their time and had something to say about it). Welcome, and happy Extended Halloween!

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Morticia Addams ♪ YOUR HOSTESS

[queletrange]

[ Everything is ready for her guests, and Morticia is so glad to see all of you. Please, let Lurch take your coat and come have some of her famous punch, or perhaps a smoke. ]

[awager]

[If you're an addams and you're not distantly related to a deity of death what are you? Xibalba fluttered off the moment they arrived and she let him go with a smile. They got out so rarely, and they were here so briefly but what could you do with the living? Such fickle creatures!

She has a basket full of orange carnations and sugar skulls in her arms]

Morticia!

[voluptuous]

My, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

[ because bayonetta totally fits into the addams clan, doesn't she? a distant relative from somewhere in europe who has excellent taste in fashion. ]

I don't quite remember the last time I passed by. You'll have to forgive me for that. Too many angels and stalkers following me around, you see.

Lindsey Mcdonald | Angel | Season One Angel | OPEN

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey McDonald, Wolfram and Hart's best and brightest - isn't unsure. This isn't his first rodeo in the slightest as far as the departed, the strange, or the particularly unusual. He's here to press the flesh ("and if you feel like skinning anyone important..." said Holland) as official representative to the demonic cabal of Wolfram and Hart Attorney's at Law, Los Angeles's premiere representatives of demons, undead, and the worst of all - entertainers.

He's brought a gift for the hosts, an original printing of the Malleus Maleficarum - and has grabbed himself a glass of something steaming, trying to look at ease despite the too-large tie and suit.]

[cephalalgic]

[ You won’t find Ruvik in the middle of the building. Or talking with any of the other Invited guests. He’ll only be standing under one of the dark spots in the room where poor lighting could obstruct his appearance. In his hand he holds a glass; three quarters full of red Pinot. He doesn’t drink much. His taste for the finer vices in life had lost all temptation. His eyes were always watching, and instead he prefers to observe the party and its goers in silence. He’d never been one to play conversationalist.

He is near Lindsay when the package is placed on a table. Covered in the gloomy and expressive moods of all Hallow’s Eve, Ruvik feels himself suddenly drawn into what is really hidden underneath the decorated paper; an important and potentially powerful book.

His attention lingered over again to Lindsay, and he watched. ]

Hal Yorke | Being Human

[compulsives]

[ Any vampire who is any vampires knows the honor of being invited to an Addams Family party. He knew Morticia's great great great grand-aunt so long ago, the last fun witch in all of Spain, and hadn't that been a long time ago? Still, he dresses to the nines for a party like this, one that he often is invited to and occasionally must miss.

He has a reputation to maintain though, so his finest Victorian clothes are saved for occasions like this. Those threads were made to last.

Now if only he can avoid blood and temptation... ]

[letsthemeat]

Avoid temptation, at a party like this? Where was the fun in that?

Viveca had arrived not long before, in her belted chiton, and her laurel leaves and a charm bracelet of bows and arrows.

She nudged his elbow lightly with her fingertips, both brows lifting as she asked: "Any chance I could coax you out to the dance floor?"

Selina Kyle | (BURTON!VERSE) batman | OTA

[thecatwoman]

[Selina knows better then to go wandering persay but she hasn't quite been feeling like herself lately (really something about a terrific head injury). She's resolved to have fun however, flying out for this shindig cost an arm and a leg but she's found lucrative means to do so.

Her eyes are a bit shinier then normal and she's laughing a rich cultured laugh at something another guest says before she turns, elbow shooting out-

And nearly knocking into the nearest partygoer.]

Oh my goodness I am so sorry, so very very sorry...

[If not for the outfit - tasteful if not a bit eighties...she might pass for a mad woman with the look on her face.]

[queletrange]

[ Now Selena, she's Morticia's guest, an old school friend she hasn't seen in far too long. If she had known she was suffering from a head injury the mother in her would have insisted Selena stay home, that she could come next year, and would always be welcome. She hadn't though, and now her witchy mama senses are tingling. She extends an arm, gently resting a pale hand against Selina's. ]

Lurch will be alright, he can handle his share of roughhousing. Are you, though, dear?

GRANT WARD | AOS | MCU

[wolfintheherd]

[Ward's not-

As unusual as many of the part goers.

There is a nice crowd of mercenaries here however, people trading war stories who he's sat with for the better part of an hour. He's pretty sure that 75 percent of it is bullshit but he's not one to pry.

Eventually he'll probably knife one of them- a known SHIELD target in the back but he's a gracious guest and he'll wait until the party's over.

In the meantime, he's off to refill his drink, shooting grins right and left, nodding to the people at the refreshment's bowl.]

...Fun party right?

[recruited_hacktivist]

[Something about the place felt off and she didn't like it. Though she's not entirely sure what. It's why she's up by the refreshment table taking in the patrons. That's when Ward decides to show up]

Interesting party. What do you make of it so far?

Wanda Maximoff | Marvel | OTA

[incant]

[ An Addams party is a fancy affair, and she finds a lovely dress to wear--something Morticia may like in style if not in color. It's an apology for missing the last few years of invitations. It hadn't been personal, it had been necessity. Now, again known to the world, she can celebrate the season, albeit with more reserve than perhaps she might have before.

Still, a glass of red wine couldn't hurt too much. ]

[wolfintheherd]

[The mercenaries are demolishing the beer.

This is a problem. It's a huge problem because that means that the drinking games are going to get more violent but hell - he's killed people intoxicated before.

Not that he's going to now. no. He'll keep telling himself that.

What he will do, is move over to the refreshments table. Drinks and cigars and cigarettes. How about asking this woman if she knows what's up?]

...Is there any actual food that's not still alive?

wednesday | duh

[bepulled]

[ Well, obviously she's here. Chillin'. Glowering. Making people generally as uncomfortable as possible. ]

[queletrange]

Wednesday dear, have you seen your brother? I think Aristotle might have escaped.

Lorelei Bach | oc

[angler]

[ The invitation came to her through Mama, not Morticia. It was a bubble in a seashell, and how could she refuse? Have the ability to give herself legs, will travel. Lorelei will be enjoying her long legs and ability to breathe air through gilless lungs by dancing and generally eyeing prey up and down. She's a maneater, literally. ]

Peter Hale | Teen Wolf

[lupusresurgat]

[If there's one thing that Peter can't resist it's a party; especially a part thrown by individuals with such a standing in their particular community of the odd and unique. He couldn't be bothered with a date this time around and is loitering all around the party.

Costume? What costume?

His eyes are a brilliant blue color and wolf like and his canines are definitely not a normal human size at the moment. The good makings of a wolf-man costume right?

Maybe some lucky individual will get a full transformation out him before the night's over.]

Re: Peter Hale | Teen Wolf

[thecatwoman]

[Selina is not above playing dangerously. The dance floor is playing quite a few different songs and she's taking a moment to shimmy to the right and then the left before stepping away.

Her heels probably draw some attention. She's considerably taller then she should be but she offers the wolf man a smile]

Werewolf or vampire or just plain monster?

Mairon | S A U R O N ♦ Tolkien Legendarium

[aringonit]

[ Even dark lords need a break, and for said break he'll even leave the helmet and home in his volcano. Mmm, ash and blood cocktails, his favorite. ]

Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal

[avoirfaim]

[ Well, wasn't this a surprising invitation to get, in lovely script addressed directly to him? Now, how did Gomez find his address? It's been a long time indeed...

It would be terribly rude to deny an invitation though, wouldn't it? ]

Irene Adler | marvel

[oculus]

[ She rarely opts for a walking stick, but for a house like theirs, as tricky as she remembers it to be, she has one. Enter one blind seer, a cane in one hand and a a knowing smile on her lips. ]

Jerry Dandridge | Fright Night

[alphajaws]

[ The Addamses and Jerry? They go way back. There's good old Louisiana Hoodoo far back in their blood, not in any PC way but it's there, way way back. Some family ties never die and every so often, he comes their way for a party. Last time was the year of Gomez and Morticia's wedding, and now they've got kids. How about that, life goes on and Jerry remains. ]

Sage | The Vampire Diaries

[prizefight]

[ It's not every day that Sage can rock out with her vamp out. It wouldn't be a Christmas season without an Addams Extended Halloween, now would it? ]

Roland Deschain | the Dark Tower.

[dinh]

[The addamses are a distant branch of the house deschain - a bastard son who ran off to found a dynasty. At least that's what Roland son of Steven heard from his father (may he find the clearing at the end of the path.) Which is why there is a walker between worlds sitting at a table in the corner, with a shot of whiskey and his hat pulled over his head.

He will sleep here tonight, such a place suits him fine - before going back through the door. These people sit on a flux in the beam.

It makes them fun.]

[queletrange]

[ The Addamses are happy to have guests stay the night. They've even set a few beds for the occasion, hard as rock and sharp as nails. Nothing but the pinnacle of comfort for their friends and family.

She comes around to his table eventually, always playing the excellent host and giving each guest their individual due space or lack thereof. Everyone shines with their uniqueness, and she respects it entirely.

A gentle, elegant hand rests against his shoulder, in case he actually has fallen asleep. ]

Roland dear, is there anything I can get you?

gomez addams | the addams family | open

[thatsfrench]

[ The current paterfamilias of the clan is playing host; greeting people at the door, or chatting up guests in the ballroom. Or maybe he's outside, enjoying the sound of wolves howling at the moon and going for a stroll in the family graveyard.

Whatever he's doing, it's bound to be with a smile and a cigar. ]

the latest late to my own party sob.

[queletrange]

[ Morticia does love playing hostess, but even the wickedest witch needs some air in the pale moonlight every so often. She didn't go so far out of the way of her party, not outside properly, but into her greenhouse. After giving Cleopatra a gentle pet for being such a good girl, she found her temporary place near the glass walls, watching storm clouds slowly roll in from the east and a bright nearly-full moon shining down from above.

What a perfect evening for a perfect party. ]

Riff-Raff | RH(P)S | OTA

[youre_wet]

It was anyone's guess, really, whether he was relative or friend or just some crazy homeless person who happened upon the affair.

In any case he was there, and apparently enjoying himself, drifting between refreshments and dance floor and back.

[queletrange]

Gomez' cousin, clearly. Morticia taps him gently on the shoulder with a smile.

"Did you get the sweater I sent you, dear?"

Viveca | Sinspawn OC | OTA

[letsthemeat]

Viv was family, on her mother's side (just don't ask which mother, you'll never get the same answer twice) and as they weren't able to attend, they'd passed the invitation on to her, and Viv rarely turned down a party.

She was wearing a belted chiton, and had golden laurels tucked into her curls, along with simple silver pendant, a coin with a Silphium pod on it.

bayonetta

[voluptuous]

[ bayonetta, at a party like this? of course. she has the perfect outfit to go with it as well. she can be found either drinking in her seat with a martini that lets out white smoke, or at the dance floor to sway the night away. she's a witch that knows how to have plenty of fun, after all. ]

Petit Lapan (X-Men OC) - OTA

[prettylittlebunny]

Petit hadn't even known she was an Addams (albeit one of the distant cousins still in Europe) simply because there had been complications with her birth and her adoption and she'd just ended up in the wrong place. She hadn't known until the invitation had arrived in the mailbox of the place she was currently borrowing a few weeks prior.

Mostly she'd been surprised to find that it was actually addressed to her and not the actual occupant, but it seemed that Addamses were good at finding their own, even the ones that had gotten lost somewhere along the way.

But there she was, in a flapper-style sheath dress that seemed to be covered in black scales instead of sequins, and with a pouf of curls that seemed to move independently of any cross-breeze, and not at all worried about covering her unusual red-on-black eyes as she normally did.

Mogga | OC

[bonecrunch]

[Mogga wasn't invited. Mogga's kind don't believe in invitations. They don't really believe in parties either, but Mogga was always a little weird. And strange things sometimes appear in her swamp, bits of the outside world brought in by traders or blown by a gust of wind. How odd to have a piece of paper caught in one of Mogga's trees advertising a gathering with free food.]

[Well, you never pass up free food, and Mogga always did like adventuring, so she leaves her swamp and winds up on the Addamses doorstep. She's all pale skin and long claws and shark eyes.]

[Hopefully the free food includes bones.]

Will Graham | Hannibal

[glumshoe]

[ The fuck is this. The fuck is that.

If Will did get an invitation somewhere, it's rotting in the gnarled and dog-chewed wicker basket that's served as his inbox for some years. He does not get invitations, generally speaking, having left RSVP after salacious after class note after high school reunion flyer in bins or casually tossed into the fire unless in possession of a very good reason, and Will doesn't think driving into town for a gallon of milk with Winston in the back seat is a good reason for him to end up at the House on Haunted Hill, Winston still loyally in tow and sniffing what looks suspiciously like a real skeleton.

Discouragement of gnawing and biting said skeleton not looking to be needed, Will turns his focus toward finding someone who'll tell him where the hell he is and how to get the road to let him back out onto the highway and will ruin the party with his frowning until he does. ]

[queletrange]

[ This house sure is good at attracting lost strangers, isn't it? Will doesn't necessarily look out of place (weirdness is only skin deep after all, inside he could be as normal as the rest of them). Rather, he looks lost. She twitters over to him and smiles. ]

You must be a guest of Gomez's. I don't believe we've been introduced, I'm the mistress of the house, Morticia. Is there anything I can help you with?

CLOSED → Arthur | so sorry this is late, my love!

[abidan]

( Merlin is a long-time friend of the Addams family. They met a good decade or so ago over some business involving a seance, a ritual sacrifice, and a pot of Earl Grey tea, which to this day remains one of Merlin's more fond memories. Although they don't see each other as often as he'd like (what with Merlin living in London and all) they've never lost touch over the years, and he pops across the pond as often as he can for birthdays, Halloweens, and the occasional evening of dinner theatre. Indeed, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without a visit and some gifts for the children, only this time ...

Well.

He's brought a guest along with him. )

You could at least try to look like you want to be here, Arthur.

( Merlin chides him petulantly, adjusting a hand beneath the Halloween-slash-Christmas hamper in his arms. It's filled with all sorts of goodies he's picked up over the years: a rabbit's paw; a few ancient spell-books; some candle-holders from deep within Vatican vaults; as well as some fluffy bits and bobs like frankincense, black Chinese silk, and some fascinating insects preserved in amber. )

Morticia and Gomez are looking forward to meeting you. I've - well.

( How best to put it. )

Talked about you a fair bit?

( A crooked smile quirks his lips as he sets the gifts down by the tree, complete with a sealed letter hand-written with a quill and ink. )

Come on. Let's find the punch.

[redestined]

[ There is some getting used to when one has been (dead? let's say asleep.) asleep for over a thousand years. He came sputtering back into life from the calm, ever quiet world of wild woods and the occasional but rare fire-breathing dragon into one that roars constantly. It is a world composed of constant sound and motion and it scared him half back to death for the first three weeks.

Three weeks of Merlin explaining, teaching, showing him a world that didn't even believe he really existed.

Language came first, of course, and listening to Merlin talk had been helpful enough. Then came clothes, food, globalism, and history. So many wars, so much bloodshed and death, for what? For this chaos? And of course who could forget technology (Toasters were a shock). It was like a whole world run by magic, except it wasn't magic, oh and Merlin was a Wizard who was alive all this time, how about that?

Needless to say it's been a long few months.

Even with all of that preparation for living in a world that presumably needed him again (how exactly? How was he supposed to affect any sort of change in his bloody world that was so far beyond him?), nothing could prepare him for this. Open minded he's always been, sure, willing to reconsider his opinion on magic for all that it was worth and all the trouble and pain it had caused him in his life, but this?

All he can think of us Morgana and his father, and it makes me sodding (that's a word, right? A new one? sodding?) uncomfortable. He stares around him in a mixture of confusion, discomfort and just a bit of gut fear that he can't shake. Namely, that face he makes, as if he's looking into the sun and judging it for existing. ]

I'm sorry, I don't think you saw the plant that tried to kill me. Are these Addamses royals? I thought you said America didn't have royals. What sort of castle is this?

[ He stops, and looks back at Merlin. ]

The punch.

[ That has to be a noun not a verb. ]