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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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?

[incant]

[ In some universe, they could know each other. As it is, right here right now? Wanda hasn't seen Grant Ward in her life. He seems rather normal for company that the Addamses keep, but she imagines so does she, to the untrained eye. Looks, after all, can be deceiving.

Never judge a mutant by it's cover.

She smiles at his question, an amused curl to her lip. ]

I would try the locust brittle, if your daring but not too adventurous.

[wolfintheherd]

[He has his moments. Or at least he will inevitably because of the way his world works, but when you have doors in the house what can you do? Especially if they're doors to other places.

He peers at it, sniffing.] Adventure is my middle name.

Actually it's douglas but I need to eat something otherwise I'm going to have to stay the night here.


[So he'll take it, pop some into his mouth, and shrug] Salty sweet.