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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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. ]

[evilhandissues]

[Wave and smile, wave and smile and take a glass of champagne, he nods in the other man's direction - before looking back and looking distinctly uncomfortable.

That's when he shrugs it off. Why not? Demon, spirit or ghost...]

always bring a host or hostess gift.

[cephalalgic]

[ A nod of his head and he stepped out of the dark, revealing glimpses of a scarred face and chest obstructed behind the burned and bloodied hoodie he wore. ]

Yes. It is one way to show ones hospitality.

[ Of the parties he’d been to while a young child, Ruvik remembered his mother and father bringing a gift. Ruvik had not brought a gift tonight. He never brought gifts. ]

[queletrange]

[ It was strange, of course, for a face Morticia wasn't familiar with to show up. She was sure she knew most if not all of Gomez' acquaintances, but a new face would always be welcome in their house, on such a festively gloomy night. It wasn't until he introduced himself as an associate of Wolfram and Hart that she understood--ah, the invitation for their own Lawyer was taken as opportunity for something else. Still she remains a polite and pleasant hostess. She runs a gentle nailed hand along the cover of the book in gracious awe and a smile. ]

Well, this is too lovely a gift, though perhaps one that should be kept from some of the family. You know how sensitive people can be about these sorts of things.

[evilhandissues]

[He smiles broadly, offering her the package] I'm so sorry, Holland couldn't make it and he wanted to make it up for sending me instead. It's a hostile takeover, buying the souls of the Disney corporation. You know how it is..

[queletrange]

At least someone is fighting the good fight against those monsters. No parent should have to explain to their child that slaying an innocent dragon is an act of cruelty. And let's not forget that horrid mermaid who murdered that poor woman who gave her legs.

[ Morticia is, of course, never shy about her unpopular opinions. With a sigh, she shakes her head at the whole idea before ushering him inside. ]

But come now, the holidays are no time to dwell on work.