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[moreweaponthangirl-archive]

When the invitation to attend an All Hallows Eve dinner had arrived at the twins’ house, Klara had been wary. She recognised the name when Wanda read it out as the American man who’d tried to convince her to leave the circus with him. Curious, she’d gone along with the twins to see what it was that this man had truly wanted. Had he been honest when he told Klara he simply wanted to help people like them? Or did he have some other motivations?

Klara’s first impression of the house was how utterly lavish it was. The man clearly came from money. She felt out of place, dirty even, stepping into its halls. Though she had recovered from her illness, it had left her with a nasty cough in her lungs. Even that felt like it was tainting this house when she turned away. She’d stepped aside to cough when she felt someone behind her. “Da?” she says, turning quickly.

[goodasgxld]

Joshua had not expected the invitation. As far as he was aware, no one was privy to his abilities (or his address, for that matter) aside from him. And he had certainly never made the acquaintance of any Charles Xavier. He would have likely disregarded the whole thing had it not been for Natasha. There was still a lot about her past that neither of them could piece together, her real name being one. If this strange man knew of his gifts then perhaps he knew other things, too.

The resurrection had not been without flaws. Many days and nights were spent trying to perfect his “work”, to assure that she was as human as she’d been when she was alive... the first time around. It was tedious. Needless to say, he and Natasha did not get out much. On top of the very real possibility that her organs would collapse on her, he was also afraid that someone from her past life would come to recognize her on the street. One of the men who hurt her. But he considers this soiree to be a well-calculated risk, one he was more than willing to take. He just wanted to see her happy. 

He shelled out the money for a nice gown, having recruited his friend and business partner -- a terribly generous term for their arrangement. One could hardly classify the illegal exchange of dead bodies as “business.” -- Lucy to do the actual sizing and fitting, for though he was quite knowledgeable on anatomy he knew absolutely nothing of women’s apparel. And Lucy had done a fine job indeed, for Natasha was a vision in emerald. Her dark hair laid soft around her face, pinned-up in a way that was very en vogue. Or so he’d been told. So different was she from the corpse on his table that he often forgot they were ever the same at all. 

The mansion was filled with a high tempestuous mingle of voices and the tinkling of a grand piano. A few unfamiliar faces greet them as they proceed down the hall and to the ballroom, the voices and music growing more pronounced as they drew nearer. He places a gentle hand on the small of her back, leaning in just enough for only her to hear. “I’ll be at your side the whole night. There’s nothing to fear.”

@salvajitax

[pyrotxchnicality]

Jubilee wasn’t surprised to wake up and find the mansion prepped and primed for Halloween. It was just the sort of thing the Professor would think up, and she could see Hank’s ideas of “spooky” throughout the house so well that she knew what rooms he had a hand in decorating. Picking up a Redvine from one of the many canisters of candy on every surface of the hallway, she chews on it steadily and stares into the main sitting room. Two of the light bulbs in the ceiling fan are missing, the third is flickering in and out like someone has left it just a little bit unscrewed. Sighing, she chews steadily, “So where do you think the skeleton is hiding? You know, the one that comes flying at you from up high.” 

[prxfessorx]

While they were setting up, Charles had been practicing his speech for tonight. It was short and sweet. He decided to start out by saying if ever they needed, everyone could feel free to find sanctuary in his home. There was more than enough space and the benefit he and Raven would have was the company of new friends. This place was far too enormous for only two people after all. It took hours to set things up, but finally he made his way to the front door and stood just outside it.

Behind him, one could see the sparkling lights keeping the halls bright throughout the mansion. In front of him, there were lit candles inside carved pumpkins lining the walkway and stairs to the front door. Charles wanted his guests to feel welcome by offering a warm environment, he desperately wanted them to at least enjoy themselves for at least one night. He knew the struggles some of them suffered and he hoped they would feel at ease. 

As the first guests arrived, he walked over to them probably a little too energetically and smiled, “Welcome, we’re so glad you could make it!”

[vampyfatale]

“If they needed a vampire for their little haunted house, they could’ve just asked.” Poppy remarks in a flat voice, slowly circling the prop coffin. When the toe of her shoe hit the motion detector, a gimmicky late-show version of a vampire flung itself from the coffin with a shrill shriek. She doesn’t flinch. Kneeling beside it, she raises a brow at the animatronic vamp, then looks back at her company with a somewhat ironic gaze. She bears her own fangs in a wicked smile. “The real thing is much better, don’t you think?” 

[nxghtshaded]

After decorating all night, she couldn’t sleep because she was so excited for people to see the work they had done. Instead of winding down for a couple hours of rest, she got to work on finding the perfect costume. She wasn’t supposed to be a part of the haunting, but it seemed like such a waste. Talia slipped into an all black body suit and zipped it up the middle. To cover the silver zipper, she squeezed into an all black corset that would have been a super pain in the ass to lace if it didn’t have a secret zipper added to the side. Next, she put on knee-high black boots with buckles to secure them in place. There was only one thing left to do. Camouflage. She covered covered half of her face with black makeup before securing a mask on just in case.

Her favorite room had to be the one full of fake guts, blood, and black lights. This room had a fog machine going to keep up with the ambience and fake walls to set the room up as a mini maze. She found her spot and pressed her back against the wall to stay hidden. This section was pitch black already, but her outfit was set to fully ensure she would not be seen. The next adult to walk in the room was going to scared out of their wits soon enough. As time passed on, she did her best not to giggle when she finally heard someone approach the entrance.

[xinstitute]

1878: Everyone has been invited to Charles Xavier's house for All Hallows' Eve. Not many mutants have joined him just yet, but he has hope that this soiree will encourage them to stay and learn to master their powers. For entertainment, he has invited the famous Anna Marie to sing for them. Everything is going well and according to plan until people start getting lost in the mansion wondering if they have already passed by that staircase twice before.

2017: Overnight, parts of the mansion were decorated for Halloween. Many of the staff and teachers stayed up and quietly worked while the students slept. In the morning, they would wake to find a beautiful decorated, and yet cliché flyer with dripping red text reading “Haunted House”. Charles wanted the event to bring people closer together for a few days of fun to last from Halloween through to Guy Fawkes Night. 

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[telepathological]

Of course she’d known what her dad was up to, it wasn’t like he was good at keeping secrets from her. Jean had even helped set up some of the macabre dolls that would hide in different rooms, and helped paint signs to direct people around the house. But the structure of the haunted house remained a mystery to her, as Hank had insisted. She huffed, looking around the vast dining room. “I told them to put that weird ass old guy in here...” she murmurs annoyed before her eye catches on something she wasn’t privy to. One of the paintings her father acquired when she was a girl is missing, in its place an empty frame. “Huh?” 

She crosses to it, peeking inside and finding not just the frame empty, but the wall as well. “Oh....shit...” Grinning, she climbs into the crawlspace before poking her head back out when she hears footsteps enter the dining area. “Wanna come?”