My music will tell you more than I ever will.

My name is Elonwy Jane Carter, people call me Ellie or Lony for short, I'm 21 years old, studying musical theatre at NYU, the same place my dad teaches music. My real mom, well she's not in the picture, she picked her career over me when I was born, but I have a wonderful step-mother and annoying older step-brother who's only goal in life is to annoy me. 

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“I don’t know. I haven’t seen all of you yet.” Which was obviously a remark that could be left open to interpretation. Plus there was part of her that didn’t quite want to give him the satisfaction of confirming his cuteness. Despite all of her actions basically confirming it. The look on her face was a somewhat puzzled one as the references went over her head. Still, it didn’t really matter. “I’ll find a way to keep you safe, don’t worry. You’ll survive until the end.” She gave his shoulder a reassuring pat and nodded. Smiling, she did a quick shrug. “As long as EJ would be comfortable with the possibility of me crawling into her lap, it’s all okay.” Not entirely a joke. The scream made her take pause and then she laughed softly, putting a hand over her mouth to try and cover it. She wasn’t laughing at the poor unfortunate soul, just from the surprise of the sudden noise. “Come on, let’s be tough guys,” she said, almost dragging him along further.

“I think I might need some R and R after all the spooks tonight,” he said, sounding overly serious but there was a little smile on his lips. If she was using Halloween as an excuse to snuggle up, he really didn’t mind. Taking her cue and keeping his mouth shut, he let her take him along to what looked like nothing. As the gate opened, he smiled. “That’s very sly,” he commented, obviously impressed. Although he wasn’t too sure about leaving his precious gear out of his sight, he had enough trust in her to do so. Undoing the straps of his homemade contraptions, he carefully set them to the side, making sure they wouldn’t suddenly topple or meet some other terrible, accidental fate. He had to do a double take when he turned back around and was greeted by a much less clothed EJ. “Fast…?” he repeated, as though words had become a thing he no longer understood. “Right. Fast and crazy. Got it. I will be both fast and crazy. For sure.”

“All you have to do is ask,” he teased, only meaning to say it as a joke. Peter wasn’t pushing anything on her, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or make her think he was only after one thing. “My hero,” he swooned slightly, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead as he did. When she talked about climbing into EJ’s lap, he had to laugh. The idea of such a tall person climbing into the lap of someone so small amused him. “You’d block the tv, you’re too tall.” Her reaction to the scream made him pause, maybe this was going to be more interesting than he had first expected. Taking her hand he walked with her around the bed, “Let’s do this.”

“Some R and R? Maybe some distraction too.” Smiling shyly she looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks starting to burn even more, “We’ve been planning this for a while now. The further you get in the material of the maze changes into chain fencing, with the strobe lights and fog it’s hard to see very far but it gives us the chance to move and make people jump.” Turning to look at him she caught the look at her new attire, “I can’t climb fencing in that skirt,” she explained as she moved towards him. “There are places where the fence moves so you can jump against the fence at someone and then move fast enough to get out in front of them. Just follow my lead,” she whispered as she moved closer, brushing her nose against his as her lips inched closer, “Although I could stay right here all night.” Kissing him quickly she pulled away and looked into his eyes,  waiting for him to be ready whatever happened.

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“I can picture you having a cute scream,” she replied with a smile, figuring that he didn’t seem the type of guy to have his manly pride hurt by such kidding around. “And the whole shy thing is kind of cute too,” she added playfully. She bit her lip at the part about him falling over but the smile was still evident. “Maybe the big bad would take sympathy on you,” she said, trying to keep her face straight. Not that it worked particularly well. Silly as it was, she liked the somewhat odd compliment. “Sure, I’d love to. But I might join your friend Sky in the squeamish camp.” While she liked spooky and creepy, blood and guts horror wasn’t really her thing. Still, she was open to watching something new. There was a bounce in her step as they started through the maze, her head panning from side to side on the lookout for… whatever was out there. 

“Oh, I don’t do that now,” he said, mouth set in a sheepish half smile. “That being said, I could be on for a cocoon with you.” That struck him as quite a good deal. He couldn’t help but chuckle himself, but still kept hold of her. For a moment he’d forgotten they were in amongst the ghouls and gremlins. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face, just watched her a moment then finally followed her gaze. “Does this mean I’d get to see behind the scenes and be part of all the mischievous magic you and your fellows have created?” he asked, expression a picture of curiosity and quiet delight. “Because I’m sure you can probably already guess the answer to that.” And admittedly, there was a little devilish streak in him that would get a kick out of scaring Peter. 

“Is there anything about me which isn’t cute in your eyes?” While he was only joking in his question, part of him wanted to know what she would say. “As long as the big bad wasn’t the Red Devil or the Green Meanie then I think I might be able to persuade said bad guy to cut me some slack.” He laughed when she mentioned she’d be in the squeamish squad, “I’m sure we could protect you. Or at least EJ could, she is the least fightenable out of all of us, believe it or not.” He walked with her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “Remember...” His words were cut off when he heard a scream further in the maze. “Oh man.”

She felt her cheeks heat at his words and she looked up and smiled at him, “We could do that tonight, there’s no better night than Halloween to watch horror movies.” As he brushed the hair away she leaned into his touch a little then pulled back, “Yes, you get to see the workings of everything.” Before he made another comment she took hold of his hand and started guiding him to an obvious dead end. Once close to it she reached inside the hedge area and unfastened a hidden gate, pulling him inside with her. “You’re probably going to want to leave some of your bulky items in the corner, don’t worry they’ll be safe. It’s a little tight getting through here.” She pulled her wig off and unfastened the bustle skirt she was wearing, leaving her in her corset and a tiny pair of shorts, “You’re going to have to move fast and not be scared to be crazy.”

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“So you’re not much for the art of anticipation?” she asked with a cheeky smile. Recovering from her minor moment of embarrassment, she was soon back on form. Expression turning thoughtful, she studied him, quite happily letting her gaze wander over him. “I probably would not complain,” she stated. “But I’m kind of easy to please.” 

Rounding to face him, she put a hand to her mouth in a display of shock. “Gasp! I never even suspected that you, such a sweet, innocent boy, could possibly have such terrible motives…” She turned away from him to complete the act, pausing at the door before them. “Or you could be playing right into my hands. I guess the fun will be in finding out.” Turning the door handle, she slowly creaked it open for effect, wondering what horrors might lurk on the other side.

Max’s gaze followed hers and he gave an approving nod. “If it has a head, or other parts, I’m confident I’ll be able to swiftly remove them.” He was pleased that things seemed to be back on track. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the evening. Looking over his shoulder at her, he scoffed. “Scared? I laugh in the face of danger. And then I run and hide until it goes away.” Though it took a bit of fumbling, he managed to take hold of one of her hands and lace his fingers with hers. “Run and hide to plan its demise, that is.”

“Sometimes it’s not all it’s made out to be, Besides, sometimes seeing and not being able to touch is just as exciting as guessing.” He couldn’t help but laugh when she said she was easy to please, that wasn’t often something a woman admitted, plus it brought up all kinds of connotations. “Maybe you should rephrase what you’re saying?”

A crooked smile fell upon his lips, and as she opened the door he caught her hand and tugged her back towards him. His eyes filed with mischief as he looked down at her, “I’m far from innocent, and I wouldn’t mind playing right into your hands.” He reached up to brush her hair back from her face and leaned down to kiss her... a group of people came rushing up the stairs and one knocked into Peter, completely ruining the moment and he pulled back at the noise they were making. “Want to head outside?”

“What about more mystical creatures? Spirits and such? And are you sure that your blades can fend of demons?” The Buffy quote caused her to raise an eyebrow, “I was more of a Daniel Osborne fan, even down to the chipped nail polish, Xander was... I don’t know... less?” As he took her head, she looked down at their entwined fingers before looking back up at him. He really did give mixed messages and most of the time she had no idea what he wanted from her. “Are you sure you want to find out what is at the centre of this thing?” 

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Looking him up and down, her expression was one of uncertainty. “I think your bravery is to be admired but yoga pants… They don’t leave much to the imagination. Are you sure you’d want to put yourself out there like that?” Then, realising what she’d said and how it could possibly sound, she put a balled hand to her mouth to almost cover her smirk. 

“Don’t forget the fact we’ve also had a couple of drinks. There is fire, and we’re definitely playing with it.” In spite of the concerns, her ascent up the stairs was an intrepid one. At the top, she paused and looked down the hallway. “I think that the bathroom might be the safest bet. We might further anger the ghosts of ancient mystic serial killers if we head straight for the bedroom. They’ll probably assume we’re looking to make you even less of a virgin.” She spoke matter-of-factly, as if simply discussing tactics. “Want to see what’s behind door number one?”

Puffing himself up a little, Max frowned at her playfully. “I don’t know what you mean, little lady,” he said in his deepest voice. “I certainly won’t need shielding from the horrors, what with my machismo and blades and all.” He cleared his throat, purposely hesitating before moving deeper into the maze. Maybe a bit of joking would lighten the atmosphere. Or it could serve to do the exact opposite. At this moment in time, he really wasn’t sure. He figured the best he could do was to be himself, in all its geeky glory. 

He had to chuckle at her comment,  “Maybe I don’t want to leave much to the imagination. You have seen some of the outfit’s I’ve worn for previous comicons.” Her actions made his chuckle turn into a laugh, she was completely adorable, especially when she spoke without thinking what innuendo’s were coming out of her mouth. “Besides, would you complain if I wore them?”

“Dun, dun, dunnnn...although...” He tapped his finger to his lips, “How do you know I’m not the killer? I have successfully taken you from the party and brought you to darker parts of the house. Maybe EJ and I are working in cahoots. For all you know she could be luring Max to his death at this very moment.” Of course he hoped that the pair were having a good time and enjoying themselves, but this was too fun not to run with. As they came to a door, Peter stopped and looked over at Bea, a smile on his face, “Ladies first.”

Her eyes flickered down to his blades for a moment and then back to his face. “Will those blades work on things that go bump in the night though?” As an avid watcher of all things geeky and supernatural, it was a question which had to be asked. Following slightly behind him, EJ entwined her fingers behind her back, her eyes watching everything in the darkness, knowing what was lurking out there. “You’re not scared are you?”

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“I’ll leave you with your own thoughts on all those things. For now.” Smiling at him sweetly, she tried to veer somewhat away from the line of conversation. Even if she had been the one fully encouraging it. It just seemed wise, somehow. Like she might wind up making him uncomfortable if she carried on. His description of yoga was worth a chuckle, although part of her wanted to put on just a bit of a pout too. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to try and coax you into anything,” she told him reassuringly. “You can run, I can bend and wave my arms around. Besides, yoga pants might not look quite right on you.”

For a start, she just smiled at his comment. “No, but at least my strange big-headed look will fit in very well with Halloween,” she answered breezily. She would not be riled, even playfully so. “They should definitely get extra credit. I mean, we could be on set right now.” She took one last, clearly still impressed, look around the room then started to walk slowly backwards towards the door. “Oh, what harm could it do to go upstairs? After all… We’ll be right back…” She wiggled her eyebrows at him then slipped out the door, waiting just outside for him.

“Ah,” was all he could say at first. Of course she knew the layout. Idiot. “Then…” He looked out again into the maze, perhaps stalling for time just a little as he tried to compose his thoughts and figure out his next moves. “I say left…?” The questioning in his tone was evident, and he wrinkled his nose in a knowing yet apologetic face. “No, no, don’t tell me what’s to the left. Now is the time I begin working on the unknown. Being more comfortable with it, that is.” After a moment’s hesitation, he slipped an arm around her waist. “I am going to have to keep you very close. To protect you with my manliness, of course.”

Looking down at himself for a moment, Peter looked back up at her with an amused expression on his face, “ Are you sure they wouldn’t? I’ve been told I can rock any look. I think I’d be very fetching in a pair of Yoga pants, maybe I’ll have to steal a pair of yours to prove you wrong.”

“It would fit in well with the theme, but I think it would make you look a little odd any other day.” Unable to stop himself from laughing, Peter followed her as she walked towards the door, “So we’re going upstairs, you’ve said we’ll be right back and I’m not a virgin so.. I think we’re pretty screwed here.” Taking her hand he turned her around and started towards the stairs with her, “Do we find a bedroom or find the bathroom?”

Watching him try decide where to go, EJ tied not to worry and let things get the better of her. Looking left when he decided to go that way, EJ nodded her head. He had to figure out for himself to get to the centre, she wasn’t going to give anything away, that would take all the fun out of it. When he slipped his arm around her, she looked across at him and wondered what he was thinking, wondered if she was letting her stupid heart get away with her. “I’m not so sure I’m going to be the one who needs protecting.”

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For a moment, Bea looked like she was considering what he’d said. “If it’d be helpful, I’d be happy to indulge you. But pain and injury might prevent you from fully enjoying the situation… Then again, delayed gratification has its merits, too…” Although she looked away from him towards the end of her musings - or had to look away from him, rather - there was still a smile on her face. When her gaze eventually returned to him, she nodded. “It’s very calming, helps you get centred. That’s what draws me to it. But I see the appeal of running. Have you ever tried Tai Chi?”

Hand to her chest, she batted her eyes in a display of mock flattery. “Please, stop, I can feel my head swelling,” she joked, doubting he meant it as bluntly as it sounded. “But really, I’m glad. It’s important to be able to have fun with someone but there has to be more to it as well.” Which was the way she felt about him. Nothing but silliness and games could become frustrating. Bending down so her eye line was level with the table, she cast one last inspection over the body then stood up. “It’s crazy how much effort has gone into this. But now…” Her voice grew more dramatic, akin to a Vincent Price flick. “The question becomes, where will you dare to venture?”

Standing in the silence, he waited for her to say something. He didn’t need to be Cal Lightman to read her body language and deduce that he’d made a huge misstep. He resisted the urge to shake his head at himself, not wanting to make the situation any worse. He wasn’t quite sure what to say to her, and wondered if he could actually say anything that would somehow smooth things over. “I don’t mind,” he answered. “I’m happy to go along with whatever you might want to do. We can take our time, discovering all that’s in store…” A more loaded statement than he’d intended, perhaps.

“Then we’d have to make sure there were times when I... when we enjoyed the situation.” When she commented about delaying gratification he raised his eyebrow at her, “So you’re a woman who likes to tease and make people wait?” Peter made a pft sound, “All I need to calm myself and get centred is a good nights sleep. Non of this bending and waving my arms around stuff. You like it, hats off to you, but it’s really not my thing. Besides, running can really clear your mind.”

Peter rolled his eyes at her playfully, “If you head gets any bigger I’ll have to call you  Iracebeth, and I’m not sure that name really suits you.” Walking up beside her, he looked across at her and smiled, “Well, they pride themselves on their work, and no doubt they’ve found a way to use this as part of their course or extra credit.” At her impersonation he had to laugh, “Well, what’s the one thing you shouldn’t do in a horror movie? Go upstairs.”

Her shoulders sagged ever so slightly, this night was going from bad to worse and she had such high hopes for it. It felt like his words contradicted his actions, and those were things she believed in the most. She’d found out that people often say one thing but mean something else, and this was becoming one of those situations. Turning to look at him she raised her hands slightly, “I helped put this together Max, I know exactly what’s in store and for me to be the leader is a futile adventure.” She looked back towards the house for a moment, wishing Bea and Peter were there with them. Maybe this wouldn’t be going so badly if they were, but she didn’t blame Max for it, she knew this was going wrong because of her. 

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“I don’t think my nurse’s outfit would be appropriate to wear when someone’s actually injured.” She liked the cheekiness, and enjoyed matching it. She hadn’t had a problem with anything he’d said thus far. The story made her wince. “Ooooh, that sounds painful. Fortunately, I’m more of a hiking and yoga kind of girl. Much more chilled, and generally a lot safer.”

She had to giggle at his comments, as they could have been taken as not being much of a compliment. On the surface, she could see how she might appear shallow and flighty. “Well, I’m pleased you find me interesting,” she said with a smile and another short, soft giggle. “But really, everyone has hidden depths.” As they stepped into the room, she slowly looked around, taking everything in. It was gruesome, to say the least. While she hadn’t been expecting the standard haunted house fare, this was more than she had anticipated. “Okay. There is some impressive craftsmanship going on here,” she murmured thoughtfully. Moving closer to the body, she went to inspect it. “I mean, the detail on all the viscera is very lifelike.”

Frowning, Max shook his head. “No, I’m not disappointed.” Argh. None of that had come out right at all, had it? He just looked into her eyes a moment, trying to get it clear in his own mind what he wanted to say so he could try and make it clear to her. “All I mean is… You don’t need a costume or to play at being someone else to kiss me. I want to be here with you, that’s why I asked you to be here with me…” His lips curved into a half-smile. “I’m not saying I don’t appreciate the outfit, but I’m here for you.”

“No? I think it might be. A distraction from pain is always a good thing. I know I'd find you very distracting in one.” There was no hiding the bright smile on his lips and he didn't want to, being around her was so easy and fun, their conversations seemed so natural. He liked it, he liked it a lot. “I don't mind hiking, but yoga isn't my thing. I'd rather go for a run than do some stretching, breathing stuff.”

“I'd probably have become bored with you already otherwise. I know there are guys who can be with flighty girls but I can't. I like to have a conversation which is more than how they look or celebrity gossip.” He watched as she looked at the body closely, a gentle chuckle leaving his lips, “This is what happens when horror fans, theatrical make up students and the AV students get together. They out do themselves every year, I think there's some running competition as to who can gross people out the most.”

EJ looked down, avoiding his eyes and tried not to frown. She knew she should have gone with her other costume idea, this.. this was a stupid choice and she was doing everything wrong too. Letting out a breath she finally looked up and turned her attention to the maze. “Which way do you want to go?”

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“See, this is one of those times when I would be watching, cheering you on… Tending to your wounds later.” The idea of skateboarding didn’t really appeal to her, and so she was grateful. Being on the sidelines was one thing, participating would have been another. “Was it a dramatic half pipe accident? But I’m sorry you ended up hurting yourself like that.”

She put a hand to her chest. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” She was happy to go along with his joking and teasing, wanting to keep their light hearted vibe going. It wasn’t a big deal, and she didn’t want it to become a thing and possibly spoil their time together. “I’d like to pretend I’m not that easy to read but I wouldn’t be fooling anyone,” she joked. For both good and bad, she wasn’t terrific at hiding herself.  “Besides, some sweet fruitiness will be a good compliment to your rugged gruffness.” Of course, she was referencing his character rather than Peter himself. This time, she took his arm. If paint did get on his costume, hopefully he’d forgive her. “Let’s go.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, another moment of embarrassment washed over him. While he knew he wasn’t always the most forthcoming, he thought he’d made it pretty clear what he thought about her, how he saw her. “I don’t know…” he disagreed carefully, voice slow. “I think knowing who you are would have made it more perfect.” It wasn’t a criticism, but he wanted her to understand that he liked her. “Is this a hint that I should be acting like a damsel in distress…?” he asked with a smile. He didn’t mind if she wanted to be the tough one. “Oh, I don’t know,” he replied playfully. “I might need to keep hold of your hand so I’m not too terrified.”

“So you like to play nurse?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows at her before laughing, “Do you have a costume to fit the occasion?” He was being cheeky and he knew it, if it resulted in him getting a slap, then so be it. “No, I was trying to be clever and grind down a handrail, but I miscalculated and fell, being the clever person I am, I put my hand out and instead of breaking my fall I broke my wrist. Not exactly an exciting story.”

“Now who’s being a dork?” He smiled fondly at her, glad she wasn’t upset that he’d not made a move right then. “I think you have hidden depth, if you hadn’t I wouldn’t find you very interesting at all.” He looked about, wondering which way they should go and decided on a door which seemed to lead to a dining room. Once inside he could see it was decorated like the set from a horror movie, a body was laid out on the table, cut open and guts spilling all over the table top. Different knives hung on the walls. “Holy shit.”

As they walked outside and into the maze, his words sunk in and she slowed her pace until they came to a stop. “You’re disappointed?” The prospect that he may have been made her sad and she looked down for a moment, “I’m sorry if you are.” She looked down at their hands, chewing her bottom lip slightly, “I just really wanted to kiss you.”

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“I’m sorry that your terrible experience is so funny,” she said as seriously as she could, though clearly she was still playing around. “Good. I feel more cultured already.” It was impossible not to smile. Not only did she get to broaden her horizons but he wanted to be part of it. As she listened to him, her expression grew more genuinely serious. Everything he was saying was sweet, and appreciated, but she felt that he didn’t need to be so concerned. “Okay. I like getting swept up in the things you like because I like you,” she told him. “And me being part of those things doesn’t mean I’d be trying to change myself so you like me more or anything like that. Those things make you happy so sure, I’d like to experience them but I’m not going to let go of the things that make me happy. It’s balance, that’s all.” 

For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. When it didn’t happen, she was admittedly curious about whether there was something that had spoiled the moment. Bringing it up would only make things weird and awkward. Instead, she kissed his cheek, near the corner of his mouth, as if to reassure him that she was fine with it not happening, and that she would have been fine if it had.

“Hmm. You might want to rethink that idea. Dire, dire consequences…” she said, shaking her head. “I haven’t seen Fullmetal. I know vaguely what it’s about. And, naturally, Max has told me that I have to add Attack on Titan to my Netflix queue. I might have to become a hermit for a while and get up to speed on all these things.”

For all the joking comments he made, he didn’t have any worries about Peter’s friends. He knew they weren’t the sort who would trash his place. “It makes sense,” he said. “I’ve got the room and there’s usually no one around so…” He shrugged, figuring he’d made his point. Really, he knew it would be good for him to open up his social circle more.

“Ah, of course. Beer it is. And if you want to know a secret, both Karolina-me and regular-me enjoy colourful and fruity drinks.” She sourced a beer for him, passing it his way, and a cocktail for herself. “Any ideas where you might like to start in the house of horrors? EJ must have let something slip about the best parts to check out.” Though, as ever, she was intrigued to see it all. Everyone involved had clearly worked hard on making it a spook-tacular occasion.

Despite himself, a blush started to rise in his cheeks. “If it helps, you can definitely consider this as being confirmation that I really wouldn’t have minded.” He understood not having the courage. He assumed playing a part had helped her with that, and the thought made him a little sad. He liked her for her. She didn’t need a costume or anything else to capture his attention. Hopefully she knew that. Following her gaze, he gave a nod. “Let’s go. You have a gun, I have swords. Whatever terrifying abomination might be lurking in wait, I think we’ll be able to handle it.” 

Her reassurances made him feel better. He knew that a relationship couldn't blossom without them both being apart of the things the other liked, sharing what they passed their time with, but he also knew the importance of keeping individual. You could be both a couple and an individual, you needed to be to survive. “Then you're semi lucky my skateboarding days are over, I wouldn't want to end up causing you to have bumps, bruises or scars. Those aren't fun at all. I actually broke my wrist falling off a skateboard.”

The kiss made him smile and he fanned his face, “Why Bea, how forward of you.” He was only teasing of course, but he didn't want there to be an awkward moment. Yes, he wanted to kiss her, but he had his mind set on when. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted their first kiss to be something more romantic than a Halloween Party. “I wish I could be surprised about your choice of drink,” he told her as he took his beer, “But I'm really not. There's something about you which says sweet and fruity.” Peter waggled his eyebrows playfully and then took a sip of his drink, turning to look around the room as he did. Spotting EJ and Max heading outside, Peter turned back towards Bea, “I suggest we check the house out first, I don't want them to think we're following them.” Holding out his free arm, he smiled at Bea, “Shall we?”

Blushing, EJ looked up at him, “Honestly I was hoping you'd make the first move, but when you didn't.. Well for a while I wasn't sure you liked me that way. But I guess after you wanted to be here with me I thought.. what the hey. When you didn't realize who I was, I thought it was the perfect moment.” When he agreed with her about going outside she smiled, “And don't worry, I don't mind if you play the damsel in distress. I can be tough for the both of us.” Walking with him outside, EJ looked around the lantern lit garden and the entrance to the maze they'd built. “I hope you don't scare easily,” she told him, squeezing his hand before stepping into the entrance to the maze.

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She couldn’t help laughing at his Avenue Q experience, but only for a moment. “Nope, luckily I didn’t go with my parents. But I could see them enjoying it.” She caught the offhanded way he mentioned them going together, and wondered if perhaps there was a tiny bit of insecurity creeping through. If so, it was endearing. “It’d be a lot of fun to go with you. It’s always great when someone is likely to get into as things as I do.” After all, his zest for things was one of qualities that drew her to him. “Well, this ‘mainstream’ girl might surprise you yet,” she replied, smirking right back at him. But as he softened, her expression did too. “That’s good,” she murmured. “It means we’re on the same page.” 

Again, there was a lot of mental note taking. “I think I’ve got an idea about what I could do…” she said, gaze drifting off to the side as she was already starting to consider options. When her thoughts, and her eyes, came back to him, she clocked the grin. Leaning in closer to him, she said softly, “Hopefully there will be a lot you’ll want to remember.” It was definitely a good job he had opted for a covered up costume. 

“I’m going to say this to both of you because I feel it should be a judgement free zone.” Bea took a pause, and a breath for effect. “I am a little bit in love with Spike Spiegel.” While she looked suitably embarrassed by the confession, inwardly she was pleased at knowing a little something about their world. She was no means well-versed in anime but she knew a couple of things that could keep her reasonably in the loop. 

There was another moment of head shaking from Max before he went back to the business of shindig planning. “Excellent. I’ll make some calls and see who might want to come by. And if you need a venue, there’s space at my place.” He felt he could offer that to these people, that he could let them into his home. After EJ’s visit, he felt more prepared. 

Despite herself, Bea had to giggle at his reaction. “No, I didn’t mean it that way,” she reassured him. “And there’s no way Max was thinking about things in that way.” She figured he was being protective of his sister, which was completely understandable, and wanted to quell any worries before they became something fully formed. Max was clearly just a shy sort, and that was all there was to it. “I think everyone can feel that way from time to time. It can be a lot easier to focus on your flaws and wonder what someone might see in you…” She knew she had moments like that. Taking his lead, she kept hold of his hand and started to wander through the party to give Max and EJ some space. “And what would you like to drink, good sir?” she asked. He’d fetched drinks last time; she could fetch them now.

Max’s hands went into his pocket, the situation causing some nerves to creep in. True, it was more than likely his mind running away with him but he wasn’t very good with the unknown. Particularly when the feelings of others were involved. The fingers under his chin had his heart racing - and not in a pleasant, exciting way. However, the second he got to realise who was under the costume soon changed that. For a start he just looked at her, a daft smile on his face. The kiss had certainly been a pleasant surprise. “You are a very formidable woman,” he told her, the smile still there. “And a very convincing actress.”

“I’m glad you find it funny,” he said, but was only joking. “It’s an experience I don’t want to relive.” He smiled as she agreed to go with him, “Then it’s a date,” it’d be nice to spend some time together, some time out just the two of them. “I like surprises,” he said with a smile, “Just promise me that you wont let me sweep you up in all the madness of things I like and let your own suffer. I want to be a part of your interests as much as you’re becoming involved in mine.” It was important to him, he didn’t want her to lose herself. Peter knew he was a strong character and he’d seen one of his friends lose herself in a relationship and it wasn’t healthy.

There were so many words Peter wanted to say, but he found himself staying quiet and he just smiled, stroking her hair for a moment as she leaned in. Again he wanted to kiss her but he didn’t, it was something he wanted to happen later, maybe when they took her home after the party. He wanted to do things right.

The confession made Peter smirk just a little, “Maybe that should be my next costume for Comicon,” he was teasing of course, but he might have to have EJ rustle up a costume for him anyway. “Personally I prefer Fullmetal over Cowboy, but we can’t have everything, can we?”

When Max offered his place for the Steampunk party, Peter looked over at him and nodded his head slowly, “If you’re sure. I’ll make sure that my lot are on their best behavior. Pinky promise.” He knew that this kind of party wouldn’t end up getting out of hand, but he wanted to make sure that Max understood they would respect his home.

As they walked towards the bar, Peter glanced over at Bea, “What else would I drink but beer,” he was keeping in character, “And you? Something colourful and fruity? And maybe after we could have a wander around and see just what this Halloween party has in store for us.”

Lifting her hands to cover her mouth, EJ laughed shyly, “I thought you’d know it was me. I’m actually glad you didn’t, it was much more fun this way.” Lifting her gaze to his, she looked into his eyes and reached out to take hold of his hand. “I have a little secret to tell you...” She stepped closer to whisper in his ear, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since our first movie night, I’ve just never had the courage until now.” Pulling back a little she looked towards the door which headed to the garden, “Want to go and get lost in the maze?”

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“Cats, Phantom, Wicked, Avenue Q… That’s about all really. Oh! I did see Starlight Express when I was younger, too. So there are still a lot to experience.” His remarks about what she might have been learning brought an amused smile to her face. “Mainstream?” In their eyes, she supposed she might be but it was the first time she’d ever been called such. It was entertaining, if nothing else. “Well, I would mean dork in the cute way, not the insulting way. Just for reference.” Still, she made a mental note to use his preferred term. Or no term at all, as the case would more than likely be. 

“Food,” she said with a nod. “I can do food.” Although it might not be necessary, she figured she could do some research and find something suitable thematic. She wanted to show that her involvement wouldn’t just be perfunctory or simply an attempt to impress him. “As for crazy… I could handle crazy,” she told him with an impish smile.

Max nodded along with Peter’s suggestions. “Do you have any movies in mind?” He paused for a split second before continuing with, “Bear with me on this one - Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s not too… you know.” 

“I love Howl’s Moving Castle!” Bea interjected. “See, I know things.” She beamed broadly at them both then started to laugh. Mainly at the surprised look on Max’s face. 

Shaking his head a little, as he hadn’t been expected that response, he then went back to Peter. “Shindig it is.”

“I’m sure he’ll put the pieces together. I think he’s just been overwhelmed by having women’s bodies thrust at him for most of his day.” Her tone was sympathetic but she soon broke into a playful smile. Poor Max. He seemed doomed to be teased even when he wasn’t in the conversation. The more he spoke, the more she was tempted to frown but she made sure to keep it off her face, lest it give the wrong idea. “I understand how not being yourself can help you put yourself out there. Different things work for different people.” She gave a gentle shrug, in her own thoughts for a second, then went back to her usual smile. “A wise man once told me that you get to know a person by spending time with them. And I’m kind of hoping that there will be time and opportunity for you to get to know those things.”

What she said made sense and yet it sort of didn’t at the same time. It was just… odd. But then, maybe he didn’t know EJ well enough to say for sure if she would send a random girl with a gun over to accost him as a welcoming party. “Right, okay,” he said, already starting to think of ways to explain himself should the need to do so arise. Looking down towards the floor, he did as instructed and closed his eyes. “Okay, they’re closed.”

“Avenue Q is awesome, unless you go to see it with your parents, which we did. I don’t think EJ and I had ever felt so uncomfortable in our lives, especially as her dad was laughing the loudest. I have to say that Hamilton is a must watch, and The Book of Mormon. Maybe I’ll take you someday.” He said it as a passing comment to test the waters, seeing if she’d like that to happen. Peter had found that not everyone liked the theater, which was crazy to him. He always found it was a place to escape and be somewhere else, the same way you could when reading a book or listening to music.”Yes, mainstream. We’re very unconventional conversationalists,” he smirked. He looked down a little, a smile on his face, “I think I’d take it as you being cute no matter what,” and there it was, the slightly gentler side of him.

“Food, is always good. As you could probably tell we’re big fans of it in our house. But it’s very simple food, like you’d imagine at an English tea party. just no cucumber sandwiches, they don’t taste of much.” Her smile made him grin and he wanted to pull her close and take this conversation somewhere it shouldn’t go in a room full of people, “I’ll remember that.”

Peter was about to reply to Max’s suggestion when Bea’s reaction took him by surprise, “Really? Next you’re going to tell me you also like Fullmetal Alchemist and Cowboy Bebop, But I think that’s a fine suggestion for a movie Max. You’ll have to give me an idea of numbers from your end.. and of course anyone you’d like to invite Bea, once I figure out the best night to organize it.”

Peter raised his eyebrow, “As long as he wasn’t thinking of your body and Ej’s the same way, I think I’m okay with that comment.” He’d been pretty cool by the whole Max painting Bea thing, but if it had been more than for artistic reasons the green eyed monster might have appeared a little, and he didn’t mean the Hulk. He nodded his head, “EJ knows Max likes her, she just has to get passed the understanding why part. Being someone else for a few seconds will help her build her confidence up.” When Peter saw what was happening he looked down at Bea, “C’mon, lets leave them alone a second and grab another drink.” Even though they were in a room full of people, he didn’t want EJ and Max to feel like they were spying on them.

As he lowered his head and closed his eyes, she ducked down to make sure he had, before reaching up to unfasten the veil which covered most of her face. She knew he’d know it was her the moment he opened his eyes, he couldn’t miss her tell tale nose. Instead of telling him to open his eyes she reached out and tucked her fingers under his chin, lifting it up as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Hello Eren,” she said softly as she pulled back.

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“Not as many as I’d like. It wasn’t something we did growing up or anything like that, but I’ve caught a couple in more recent years.” From the way he spoke, she could imagine him being well versed in the world of musicals. Plus there was EJ’s influence, of course. “Ah. Geek. I’ll remember that. I’m learning so much from both of you.” 

Max just sort of shrugged. “Dork, geek, I consider them fairly interchangeable. But every geek-dork feels differently.”

The further the steampunk discussion went, the more Bea nodded. Partly because she didn’t quite follow all the threads but mainly because she was genuinely enthused about what they were proposing. “Is there anything I can do for this whole thing?” she asked, even though the boys seemed content in running with it. She could see how the two of them spurred each other on. 

“Yeah, I know a couple of people who would be up for some steampunk business,” Max replied. “One who may actually have some china, come to think of it…” For a moment, he looked like he was drifting off into his own musings before coming back to the pair. “Are you thinking of making this more of an event than a gathering?”

Bea shook her head, but she was smiling with it. “Are we going to have to start spying again?” she asked, tilting her head in Max and EJ’s direction. She got how he would probably want to find out how the scene between them was going to play out. Considering his question, she let out a quiet ‘hmmm’ sound, frowning slightly. “I’m not really involved in any cool conventions or anything like that. My world is not as exciting. Besides, I’m not being dragged. I’m skipping merrily into all these new, interesting things.” 

About to reply in character, Max stopped and felt like he had to break it for a moment. He turned to look at the girl, a mixture of serious and awkward. “Um, I’m actually here with somebody…” he said gently. He could be misreading the situation - he wasn’t really sure what the situation was - but he didn’t want to get himself involved with something that could be misconstrued. 

“What shows have you seen?” He’d seen a few, of course there were certain shows they stayed well clear of for personal reasons, but like Bea it had been more in recent years as they’d been able to afford and pay for their own tickets. Peter had to laugh, “What’s that? Learning how to be socially awkward and not so mainstream?” Peter shook his head, “I always feel dork is more of an insult or a pet name you’d say when you’re trying to be cute to someone you like.” He couldn’t help but imagine it as something EJ called Max to his face.

“Well...” Peter tapped his chin, “We can’t really let you get the cookies, they very important. You could help with the food.” He glanced at Bea, “You see it’s actually very civilized, it’s not crazy out there as you’d imagine. Food is important and...” He looked at Max, “Do you think we should end the evening with a movie? I could set a projector and screen up.” He liked this, it was letting Bea see a different side to them, one which wasn’t as crazy and loud as one might expect from them.

“Well  a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. I was thinking shindig might work.”

“No, no spying,” Peter said softly, “I’m just waiting to see if Max lets his brain work and figures out who’s he’d talking to.” He turned to Bea, “I’m glad she decided on that costume, the other was very... how would I put it, frumpy and it’s the complete opposite of her come as you aren’t philosophy.” Shaking his head, Peter let his hand brush down her arm, “I don’t mean coll conventions or anything like that, I want to know more about you as a person. What you like and the things you do.”

Lowering her gun, but keeping English accent going, EJ looked over her shoulder towards the door, “Who do you think sent me over here? I’m you’re welcoming party because she’s busy.” If was hard not to laugh, because he had no idea who she was and it thrilled her just a little. She nodded her head a little and turned back to look at Max. “Okay, close your eyes... she’s coming out and wants to surprise you.”

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Bea’s nose wrinkled as she considered the question. “I like it, but I’m kind of a sucker for musicals. I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite, though. And I get what you mean about the sequel. Sometimes it spoils the original.” Grateful that he seemed tolerant enough of her rambling, she smiled a slightly embarrassed smile. “See, I’m a dork in my own way,” she joked. “Not that I think you’re a dork,” she quickly added after. Far from it. Or if he was a dork, she must like dorks. “Hmm, not so much a secret, more a surprise. But now it’s going to get way too hyped and I’m going to get embarrassed about it. You’ll see soon enough.” 

Max went to give Peter a bit of a quizzical look. Catching himself, he nodded instead. “Absolutely,” he agreed. “A tea party is certainly in order. Madam, bring your finest cookies and battle shall commence.” It seemed like a good idea to him. At the last comment, he looked thoughtful. “Well, we all have our mysteries to us, don’t we?” It was a joke - more than likely an obvious one - but Max had a tendency to deliver them in a way that could make it difficult to tell. It could result in him being misread but it was his humour. 

Bea couldn’t help but smile. “I think you could be right. Maybe we’ll see.” She gave his hand and light squeeze and decided, for her part, to leave the subject there. And a distraction soon came their way, apparently in the form on EJ. It took Bea a moment to respond, surprised by her friend’s costume choice and quite amused by Max’s response to it. “Oh, let them be cute together,” she said in a playfully scolding tone. “Be nice, remember?”

In true cosplay form, Max went with it. Back snapping very straight, he put a fist to his chest in a very particular salute. “I’m with the Survey Corps,” he barked. “These blades are capable of rending Titan flesh!” He had no idea if this girl would even know what he was on about but it didn’t really matter. Though part of him was already concerned that things would get awkward, considering how he regarded EJ as his date.

“Musical’s? Really? Have you had the chance to see many on Broadway?” Her rambling over the dork comment made him smile, “The PC terminology is geek, it’s what we prefer to be called. Isn’t that right Max?” He looked over at the other man for a moment, “And there is nothing wrong with getting over excited about something, if people weren’t it would make the place a lot less interesting.”

“Let’s not forget your finest china, you can’t have a civilised cup of tea without china.” It was nice that Max was on board, he’d have to talk to EJ about sorting something out clothing wise for Bea so she fit into the scene of things. It would be nice, “Do any of your friends join you on your Steampunk adventures? Would you want to invite any of them?” 

“I am being nice,” Peter whispered softly, moving them slightly away from Max and EJ so they didn’t disrupt this moment. He could tell from the way Max was being, he hadn’t realised that it was EJ yet. Turning his attention back to Bea he smiled down at her, “As we seem to be dragging you into our worlds and the things we’re into, is there anything you’d like to introduce us to?”

“So you’re bring a knife to a gun fight?” She asked, her eyes shifting to his blades once again, “While I’m sure they’re useful for Titans, they’d be of little use against a God.” Pressing the gun against him a little harder she motioned forward with her other hand, towards a door, “As I said before, I’ve been sent to question you. Now are you going to come with me or do we have to play rough?”

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“Oh, I don’t have anything against Tim Burton. I love Edward Scissorhands and The Nightmare Before Christmas. I’m just not a huge fan of him when he’s doing his ‘reimaginings.’” Smiling, she gave a nod. “I had a lot of tea parties with the Hatter. And the March Hare. Though sometimes I was those roles. I used to persuade my siblings to join in so I’d switch the roles around to try and be fair.” She laughed softly, thinking that she’d gone into too much detail. At his expression, she held her arms out wide and shrugged. “I’d be happy to play for you.” She leaned in a bit closer. “I have something in mind I want to do for Max. A sort of thank you.”

Smiling at him, she waved a hand. “I don’t mind you guys talking about what interests you. It all sounds very intriguing.”

Max shook his head. “Well, it might be more ridiculous than intriguing, but it is fun,” he agreed with Peter. The French girls comment got a withering look, albeit not a serious one. “Only the middle aged men,” he deadpanned. Really, he didn’t mind the teasing. The snarky side of him was definitely brought out by Peter but he meant it all in fun. If he was genuinely annoyed or bothered, he wouldn’t have continued with the jokes. 

“I’m the source of a lot of fun,” she commented back with a bright smile. His remarks about the photographs made her laugh softly. Then she looked like she was thinking the ideas over. “Well, you thinking about me and your photographs could be interesting… But then, it could be equally interesting if you were there…” She finished with a soft chuckle, still wanting it to come across as light hearted. “Oh, no, I just thought the blonde was cute.” Another sweet smile, and she took advantage of the fact he was now de-clawed by gently slipping a hand into his.

Taken aback by the voice, Max turned quickly to find its source. The sight that greeted him was unexpected, to say the least, and it took him a moment to formulate words. The first of which was, “Mario.” He closed his eyes for a moment then looked at the newcomer. “Well, I do have a lot of blades,” he said, gesturing to the device at his waist. Yup. He was so cool and smooth.

“How do you feel about Sweeney Todd?” Wasn’t that a reimagining? “I have to agree with you about Edward Scissorhands, and I’m more than a little fond of Beetlejuice, although I don’t know how I feel about them making a sequel after all these years.” He listened to her as she talked about the tea parties, how she’d pretend to be with those characters or be them herself. His father had always believed that a child who used their imagination was important, it helped them develop as a person. They’d often played pretend, although it had been super hero based and not Wonderland based. Slowly he raised an eyebrow at her comment about Max, “Is it a secret?”

After a moment he smiled, “Max old boy, we shall have to have ourselves a little tea party and invite this young lady along, of course there will be a dress code, and tea. That is very important.” A steampunk tea party could be a lot of fun. “So you like middle aged men? I think you need to inform my sister of this fact before she gets in too deep.” 

He was about to say something when he felt her hand slip into his own and he looked down at her and smiled, “I think both options could have good points, the latter for both of us.” He didn’t mean to be rude, but for a moment it was as if Max wasn’t even there. It had been a while since someone had come into his life and made him feel this way, he was going to have to thank EJ for this in a big way. Hearing an accent he knew well, Peter looked over his shoulder and grinned, turning back to Bea and putting his finger to his lips as if to stop her saying anything. He mouthed EJ and pointed over his shoulder, grinning like an idiot because of Max’s reaction.

“Mario?” Asked the girl, her eyebrow raising, “Is that your name?” She let her eyes lower to his knives before looking back up at him. “But who brings a knife to a gun fight?” With those words she stepped closer and pressed her gun into his back. “I hope you’re not going to cause any trouble, but I have to bring you in. We know you’re working with HYDRA.”