I could be either, since I have both costumes. I suppose I’ll be Cinderella before midnight.
Why, yes, Zyada, I’m so glad you noticed the disappearing glitter trick!
(The effect becomes even more obvious with further doses of that Witch’s Brew… Oh, Serving Wench! I mean, Persephone! 
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I was going to go as a race car driver, but I didn’t want to be ravaged by Racinchikki, so I’ll go as the prince who gets the girl (complete with tights). Hey you said it could be a fantasy costume…
Impressive. I think I’ll forgive you for making me make my earlier fashion faux-pas.
No, wait - I found my best costume ever - Hot pink thong leotard, shiny tights, black cape, whip - and I become P. M. Esther - Wrestler with an ATTITUDE!! Yeah, that is SOOOOO me tonight…
…so I’ll be different. I’m coming as a Star Wars stormtrooper - gleaming white armor, white and black helmet. Rigged up a paintball gun to look like a blaster - but I shoot better than they do…
You know what would have been interesting - if each person named someone to come in - and described their costume in general terms - i.e., if I had said "Rachelle comes in as a French maid" and she could elaborate on her costume, etc... then she names the next...I’m not dressing up this year, but I brought my Jack o’ Lantern.
I shall arive, VIA dragonback, as Jaxom, Lord of Ruatha Hold. I’ll leave my white dragon Ruth outside, as there is not quite enough room for him in here. Now, how about a glass of that witches brew?
I will come dressed as Dulcinea from the Don Quixote book…and who wants to be my bumbling eccentric knight?
I am the psychobitch ex-girlfriend from hell
I’m wearing some viscious-ass stilleto heel black boots over thigh high fishet stockings that end just a few inches below my black leather miniskirt. My black leather metal studded bra is about 2 sizes too small and barely contains my heaving breasts which are wet with perspiration.
I am covered with tattoos that read “the last man that looked at my tits is dead” “die male scum” as well as black widows and blood red roses.
I have on a studded dog collar and metal studded fingerless gloves which show off nicely my excessively long red fingernails which just match my whore red lipstick.
I am wearing all my silver jewelery and my chains jingle ominously when I walk.
On my belt is a whip and I carry a riding crop.
I stride forcefully into the room, grab the tequila and drink straight from the bottle biting the worm in half before slurping it down like a piece of spaghetti.
I walk up to the most handsome man in the room and say
"YOU LOOK LIKE MY NEXT BOYFRIEND-----COME HERE AND KISS ME ** NOW
I’ll swing in dressed in black complete with mask and sword. The Dread Pirate Roberts at your service.
Oooh, Two french maids, a catwoman and a guy in a fairy outfit with a paintball gun. This is going to be an interesting party…
spots Mermaid Oh great… and her…
Grabs Silverfire and asks her to dance (all the while witholding peter pumpkin eater jokes).
elelle: You rule! LOVE the skulls! How do you string them like that? I’ve got several in my basement, and I really need to do something else besides make candleholders out of them. And you have GOT to show me how you get your yoni to do the lingam-devouring thing. Hell, that’s probably something every woman should know, don’t you agree?
weirddave & rosebud, here’s yer brew! Drink up! The night is young! What…why are you looking at me like that? Really, it’s ale, not entrails!
*MERMAID looks coolly at dpr grabs her whip and crack it just inches from his crotch
Just what do you mean by that comment? Huh?
Don’t make me come over there. Ooooh but I would love it. Just TRY me.
Ok, OK. I’ll go as the same thing I do every year. The naked 25 year old model w/ large penis.
spots dpr grimacing at Mermaid
“Not him to. Good God woman”
heads over to witches brew, dunks head in bowl
–sounds of loud gulping–
Nothing mysterious lady. You just remind me of someone I used to… know.
suavely waltzes to the other side of the room with silver
Odin’s ravens, Thought and Memory, flutter around the room (checking out the babes) and settle on his shoulders to whisper their advice in his ears. He adjusts his eyepatch (and something else under his cloak), and calls to Zyada, “Where’s that witches brew? I’ve already traded one eye for a drink (even if it was from the fountain of wisdom). Don’t make me trade away the other!”
He shrugs the cloak back from his shoulders, revealing the Viking sword at his hip, and starts picking at the peace-cords that hold it in the scabbard…
Bwahahahaha!!!
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*Originally posted by Zyada: *
Jekeira - works for me, and honey you do look good.
Thank you, sweetie, and may I say that the gypsy getup really does make my soul sing with joy, even from across the room.
Interesting rig on The Mermaid. I really ought to get a riding crop, too.
::saunters up to absoul, seizes a handful of his sodden hair, hauls head out of the punchbowl::
Hi, stranger. Buy a girl a drink?
What’s so funny? I mean, my (ahem) muscle control is good, but not as good as that. What’s so wrong with wanting to improve it a little?
I was gonna dressup as a trainman - white shirt, black jacket, slacks, dress shoes and a CP Rail hat that I brought in Toronto last year (FYI CPRail is no more).
Rjk behind me is chewing on an apple… not dress up at all
ouch…
cheers,
joivus