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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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[ 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. ]

Edited 2014-11-13 03:46 (UTC)

[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.]

[ 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... ]

[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.]

[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?

[ 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. ]

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

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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? ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2014-11-13 04:32 (UTC)

[ 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? ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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.

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, 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 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 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.]

[ 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. ]

( 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.

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Morticia Addams ♪ YOUR HOSTESS

Lindsey Mcdonald | Angel | Season One Angel | OPEN

Hal Yorke | Being Human

Selina Kyle | (BURTON!VERSE) batman | OTA

GRANT WARD | AOS | MCU

Wanda Maximoff | Marvel | OTA

wednesday | duh

Lorelei Bach | oc

Peter Hale | Teen Wolf

Mairon | S A U R O N ♦ Tolkien Legendarium

Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal

Irene Adler | marvel

Jerry Dandridge | Fright Night

Sage | The Vampire Diaries

Roland Deschain | the Dark Tower.

gomez addams | the addams family | open

Riff-Raff | RH(P)S | OTA

Viveca | Sinspawn OC | OTA

bayonetta

Petit Lapan (X-Men OC) - OTA

Mogga | OC

Will Graham | Hannibal

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