Michelle Morgan: Michelle and Sam's new house is...well, it's big. About 5,000 square feet, it sits in one of the nicer residential areas of Staten Island. A large yard sits around it. The inside is...well, very nice, to say the least. Four bedrooms, a gym, office, an inground pool in the backyard. There's a finished basement With a full wet-bar and movie theater screen.

Michelle Morgan: Michelle is puttering around, getting things ready. There are some Halloween decorations put up...not many compared to the amount of space they have; they just moved in, after all. ((Michelle's costume: http://cache.halloweenmart.com/images/ip010817.jpg))

Abbey Randelle: *The pale creature pulls up outside, blinking slowly at her reflection in the rearveiw mirror before sighing near inaudibly to herself. halloween. what rubbish. she slips out the saturn, careful of her cotume, and moves to the door with measured grace, blade flashing in the glint of streetlights*

Sam Jacobs: She moves down the stairs, towards where Michelle is, looking, well... like a man. Her hair has been easily slicked back, her chest easily bound so she's flat. She wears a men's button down shirt, a bit wrinkled, and a pair of men's jeans. Will you look at that- she even has a moustache. That's not staying on for long.

Abbey Randelle: *a pat of delicate knuckles at the door. she adjusts her ears with the hand not holding her blade, and sets her shades on her nose. rabbit. she'd been an angel last year and was running out of things that were white. http://www.odgirl.com/item--4-Piece-Sexy-Bunny-Outfit--FP273-FP.html* ((but in white))**

Sam Jacobs: And she detours to the door. A glance outside and a quirked eyebrow, before she moves to open said door. "... Miss Randelle. Welcome."

Evan: *comes downstairs, dressed in a very lovely sequined cocktail dress and embroidered, dyed-to-match slippers. the pink goes well with the blonde wig he's wearing, and his hose have not the slightest hint of hair to mar them. he's even managed to make his breasts match in size, and his eyeliner, mascara, AND lipstick are all on properly. from his purse, mournful mews emerge, followed eventually by an orange fluffball wearing a frilly pink kitty-coat, and a sleek white kitten wearing a pink leopard coat. both kittens sport pink rhinestone collars*

Sam Jacobs: She glances back at Evan.... and you can see the woman visibly twitch. "You are a -freak-. And that's akin to cruelty to animals."

Abbey Randelle: *why was a bunny hauling around a custom made toledo blade? well... in case a wolf came at it of course. a slight quirk of lips at her own inner dialogue. Perhaps she shouldn't have dressed as prey. she inclines her head at sam, grey eyes insisting on not a word as she slips inside, murmering* Miss Jacobs, a pleasure. *a pause* Forgive me. I suppose it is Mr. Jacobs this evening.

Michelle Morgan: She comes out of the kitchen with a couple plates of hors d'ouvers. A glance to Evan, and she grins. "Oooh, sexy."

Sam Jacobs: She closes the door behind her, muttering. "Soemthing like that. We've apprently switched genders for the night."

Evan: *chuckles at his sister* who's calling who a freak, boy-girl? and hey....they like it! *Whisper tries to eat her dress* see? taty treats and all. i managed to get the collar on Crackhead, but couldn't keep him still long enough for his pants. *yes. the man dressed as a woman said pants. for a cat. nods politely to Abbey* you look nice, ma'am. *and his jaw drops a bit when he spots Michelle. now THAT's cruel!!*

Abbey Randelle: *her eyes narrow slightly at the actual living animals mewling out of Evans bag... cross dressing and animal carrying. all sorts of unsavory was happening so far. the albino rabbit flicks her eyes to michelle from behind her red shades. a murmered* Miss Morgan, a pleasure... your costume is lovely *she looks to Evan* thank you Miss Evan, as do you.

Evan: *grins to Michelle, recovering. turns around and wiggles his backside a bit* but does it make my butt look too big? *frees Nookie, the white kitten. who promptly gives him a disgusted look and pads to Sam to mewl her complaints*

Sam Jacobs: "Evan, go put the cats in the room. Seriously." She snorts, eyess flicking to Michelle, and then away. That was cruel.

Sam Jacobs: She leans down to scoop up the poor kitten, taking siad kitten's clothes off as she heads towards the stairs. "I'm going to put her in a room with the other cats. And if you let that other cat loose, I'll have to kill you."

Michelle Morgan: "Abbey...very nice." She smiles a little, and then winks to Evan. "Naah, your ass looks fine, Evan." She throws Sam a wink when the woman looks her way, and then heads to the living room, to set food down.

Evan: *laughs at Abbey's "miss"* Miss Abbey, i will never again laugh at any woman for shaving her legs. how you manage it all the time, without cutting yourselves, i never need to know.

Michelle Morgan: "The greatest of skills, Evan," she calls out behind her as she walks along.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey's eyes track the kitten as it toddles towards her. urg. animals. so thinks the woman dressed as one. but she takes solace in knowing that a bunny was exterminated in order to give up the fur on her costume, and the pretty powderpuff tail. she looks to evan. what did one say to that? she was an albino.. she didn't really.. aw well. a polite smile* Of course.

Sam Jacobs: She disappears up the stairs with the cat, and then reappears without the cat.

Evan: *grins to Michelle and tries a curtsey. he sucks at curtseying. flutters his lashes* why, thank you, MIss Michelle. *his falsetto isn't very good, either. grins at Sam and attempts to soothe Whisper's wounded ego by rubbing her fluffy ears on the way to the other cats* but, Sam...they look so cute! *laughing*

Abbey Randelle: *abbey moves to the living room, blade held carefully, somewhat releived the felines were being dealt with. she takes a moment to regard her surroundings appraisingly. a slight nod* Your home is Lovely Miss Morgan.

Sam Jacobs: " I used to look cute in dresses- didn't mean I liked wearing them!" She snorts softly to her brother.

Evan: *sets Whisper into the cat room. and yes, he takes off the offending dress. glances back to make sure nobody's watching before indulging in a bit of VERY low-voiced cooing at the kitten collective, complete with pettings. well--Hope and Sprout get petted. his ladies are just a mite miffed at him right now....*

Evan: *wanders back downstairs, absently brushing a bit of fur from his sequins* now i understand why you never liked dresses, sis. *wry grin* they're....well....drafty.

Melinda Stowe: The cab pulls up and she pays and get's out of the cab. Looking around her down shoulders hunched as per normal, she makes the walk to the front door and hesitates between knocking and ringing the bell for a second, trying to make the decision between knocking and ringing the bell. Finally goes for the door bell.

Sam Jacobs: "And highly impractical." She mutters, heading into the living room as well.

Michelle Morgan: "Thank you, Abbey." She gives the woman a smile. "We're certainly happy with it. It's a ways out of the way from the city...which, honestly, is a good thing. And frankly...anything to get out of the apartment world." Especially THAT apartment. She has a near-imperceptible shiver, covering it well with a smile.

Evan: it is a nice place. *smiles to Michelle* thanks for letting me crash for a while.

Sam Jacobs: And she turns on her heel and heads to the door. Another quirked eyebrow at who's out there, but she opens the door anyway. "Melina."

Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow quirks at "drafty". ahem? a slight smile to Michelle, if the shiver was noticed its politely not being acknowledged* Of course. A home is much nicer, and something of a more secure investment.

Melinda Stowe: Amazingly she is wearing a costume, it is 50's style, poodle skirt that falls to her mid calf in black. A white with black collar shirt, and even down to the black and white saddal shoes, and white shocks. She is also wearing a cardigan swearter in black to finish the look. Her hair is amazingly pulled back into a pony tail that sits at the base of her neck. She does have that laptop case with her as well. She is standing back from the door so that when it opens someone can see her. She nods her head a bit. "Good evening." a blink of her eyes. "Miss Sam, or should I say Mr. Sam." a hint of a smile.

Michelle Morgan: "Of course, Evan." She moves to him, putting her arm around his neck for a hug. "You're family. Always welcome."

Melinda Stowe: Another nod of her head. "Thank you." She scoots her way in keeping as far as she can away from Sam. She looks around. "Very nice. Lot's bigger than the apartment."

Sam Jacobs: Sam gives her her space, shutting the door behind her. "Yeah, it is. Michelle, Evan, and Abbey are just in the living room."

Evan: *returns the hug, chuckling to Michelle. nods cheerfully at Melinda and adjusts his wig slightly* hello.

Melinda Stowe: She keeps her eyes on Sam, an unconsious habbit, to say the least. "Evan?" she asks as she walks towards the livingroom. And stops short at seeing the man dressed as a woman and, well then there is Michelle's outfit as well hummm. A nod of her head to all of them "Hello, and happy Halloween."

Abbey Randelle: *she looks to Melinda. had she ever gotten this one's last name? the corners of pale lips twitch into a polite smile as she inclines her head and murmers* Miss Melinda. Good evening. You are a child of the 50's this evening?

Melinda Stowe: She looks down at her costume, then back up to Michelle. "I had to wear something, as I look nerdy the rest of the time."

Evan: *nods, laughing, and turning to show off his sequined dress and smooth, hose-covered legs* yep. that would be me. the funniest thing is, Sam and i didn't compare notes before we chose our costumes. great minds sink alike, i guess.

Sam Jacobs: "Evan is my older brother. Or in the case of tonight, older sister." She smirks.

Evan: *grins to Melinda* you look very nice.

Evan: *grins to Sam* and this older sister can still give his...um, her..little brother a swirly. *takes a prudent step back from Sam*

Melinda Stowe: "Yes Miss Abbey, that would be correct." She fiddles with the sleeves of the cardigan, as she notes where everyone in the room is currently at.

Abbey Randelle: Lovely, *polite smile to melinda before she settles gracefully into a chair. one long white leg crossed over the other* Miss jacobs.. *she murmers softly, grey eyes flicking over the flatchested woMAN.* ... I beleive your mustache is about to take its leave.

Sam Jacobs: She makes a face, and reaches up to rip the think off. Annoying. Eyes flick to Evan. "I'll hit you if you try."

Melinda Stowe: "Well then it is fortunate then that neither of you decided to have the same costume." this directed to Sam and Evan. An eyebrow quirks up and she takes a step back not knowing what a swirly is and not intending to find out.

Evan: *blinks at Sam. and smirks widely* she's right.

Michelle Morgan: "No swirlies tonight, you two." She chuckles a little bit, shaking her head. "Anything to drink for anyone? Damien sent over a bottle of his family's wine...we've got alcohol, tea, soda, juice, and pretty much whatever."

Sam Jacobs: A blink at Melinda, and a little grin. "Truth."

Evan: *grins widely to Sam* i'm used to that, though. i think i could take it. *chuckles to Melinda* don't worry. i promise i won't include you in the swirly treatment.

Abbey Randelle: A cup of ginger tea would be delightful miss morgan. or Water, should it not be available. *she sets the blade at her feet. cumbersome thing. a glance back up to Sam and a slight quirk of a genuine smile as she sees the woman tear the fake mustache off her face*

Melinda Stowe: Her mind dismisses a lot of the drinks that Michelle lists off. "Juice of any kind is fine, thank you Miss Michelle." She then moves to take a seat, along the path of less resistance, no people.

Sam Jacobs: She rubs where the moustache once was, and then shoves said moustache into her pocket. She grins a bit in return to her brother

Abbey Randelle: *curious. cool grey eyes regard Melinda as she avoids contact with everyone. the delicate porcelion girl contemplates this, hands folded on her knee*

Evan: awwwww..*pouts at Michelle, hamming the expression up absurdly* not even a little one? it'd..um..help to get whatever she used to stick that caterpillar on her face with....i'd like some juice, though. *chuckles*

Melinda Stowe: "Thank you for your consideration." she says to Evan as she takes a seat. Finally taking off the lap top bag and setting it beside her within reach.

Sam Jacobs: She shoves Evan, but it's light and mostly friendly. "I'm good." She murmurs to Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: "Two juices, one ginger tea." She nods and heads into the kitchen.

Abbey Randelle: *eyes flick between Sam and Evan, a quirk of an eyebrow, before she murmers* I regret, i am somewhat uninformed.. what precisely is a "swirly?"

Sam Jacobs: She clears her throat slightly. "It's where you, ah... you put someone's head in a toilet and flush it."

Evan: it's when you dunk someone's face in the toilet and flush it. *cheerfully educates the albino*

Melinda Stowe: She looks from Abbey to Sam and Evan. Now she will find out as well.

Evan: *alughs. they really do think alike....*

Sam Jacobs: She grins a bit to her brother.

Melinda Stowe: She looks....horrifyed. "And what is the pirpose of doing something like this?"

Abbey Randelle: *she blinks. a look between muted horror and total incomprehension breaks the mask of calm a moment, even muted.*.. Pardon? .. why would one do this?

Evan: *chuckles and walks over to Sam, setting an arm across her shoulders* mister sister, you rock.

Evan: *snickers and glances to Sam* you want to take this one, or shall i?

Michelle Morgan: Oh, gods...they're talking in unison, and Abbey's learned about swirlies. She shakes her head inside the kitchen and prepares the drinks.

Michelle Morgan: Oh, GODS...there's TWO pairs of people talking in unison now.

Evan: ((*ROTFL!*))

Sam Jacobs: "It's... well, it's a bullying tactic really. It's meant to hurt and or scare someone. By the way, neither of us have ever done that to each other." She leans against Evan with the faintest smirks to him.

Abbey Randelle: *her eyes flick to melinda.. at least she's not the only one to whom this is a foreign idea.. hand sanitizer is plucked from her dainty white purse, applied liberally to delicate white hands with a fresh grapefruit smell*

Evan: ((it's the Night of the Clones.))

Melinda Stowe: ((*Snickers* I said it first! *L*))

Abbey Randelle: ((*laughs**)

Sam Jacobs: ((*snerks*))

Abbey Randelle: I see. *she murmers.* how very fortunate I have never been bullied.

Evan: *chuckles softly* i've only ever done it to people who did it to others, to bully them. to teach the bullies what it feels like to be bullied, you know? and i wouldn't really give Sam a swirly, even if she didn't know where i sleep. *hugs her shoulders gently*

Melinda Stowe: A glance to Abbey, it seems there is more an one set of people thinking alike tonight, she looks back to Sam. "Thank you for explaining."

Sam Jacobs: "I got one in the army. But it was only once. I flailed." She runs a hand back over her slicked back hair, before hugging Evan a bit back.

Evan: *frowns down at Sam* you did? who? *he has that 'protective big brother' look on his face*

Michelle Morgan: She comes out with drinks on a tray...apple cider for Melinda and Evan, handed off, and the ginger tea is handed over to Abbey. She plucks a goblet of something smoking off the tray for herself.

Sam Jacobs: "It was like nine years ago, I don't remember who. It was because I was new." She glances at what Michelle has.

Evan: thank you, ma'am. sipping his cider with enjoyment. then blinks at his glass* ah, heck. um.....how do you drink stuff without leaving lipstick prints? *frowning at the pink imprint on his glass*

Abbey Randelle: As I imagine anyone would... *she can only imagine herself, sopping wet looking like a drowned albino rat, head in a toilet bowl. no. .. no .. unrealistic.. she'd do far more than flail.* How terribly unpleasant.*she manages to kill the mildly afronted look and take the tea from michelle with a polite smile* Thank you miss morgan.

Sam Jacobs: "You don't." She deapans to Evan.

Michelle Morgan: "Girl secret, Evan." She grins to him, and tosses a wink to Sam as she drinks from her glass.

Terry O'Brian: *the doorbell rings*

Evan: *grumbles under his breath* you remember, you let me know. *absently flexes his chest muscles. this makes for a rather silly effect on the fake breasts*

Melinda Stowe: She takes her's for Michelle, trying to keep the hitch out of her breathing. "Thank you Miss Michelle." she says. She watches Sam and Evan.

Evan: *sighs mournfully* why don't guys have good secrets like that? i'll get the door if you want?

Michelle Morgan: At the sound of the doorbell, she moves out of the living room and into the foyer, opening the door.

Sam Jacobs: She slides away from her brother to the door. Hey... Terry. And she opens it to let the guy in. "Hey Terry."

Evan: *chuckles. she doesn't want. it's cool. but, he does arch an eyebrow* um...Sam? why's Michelle drinking dry ice?

Sam Jacobs: Or, Michelle gets it first, and she just settles in the living room.

Terry O'Brian: ((and combining new DD with costume...))DD> The seventeen year old boy has become citified. Having a job and thus, money, has caused him to clean up quite well. He's allowed his blonde hair to grow a bit longer, just reaching the bottom of his neck, and it now has the sort of unkempt look that can only be achieved by careful planning. A hood is pulled low over his head, however, obscuring his face somewhat, and it goes down to a dark brownish robe, which is wrapped around him. His hands are inside his sleeves, and held together in front of him, and he manages to pull of the look of a Jedi Knight fairly well.

Michelle Morgan: "S'okay, Evan, I got it. Thanks, though!"

Sam Jacobs: "She's drinking dry ice?" A slow blink. She looks at Michelle's glass again.

Terry O'Brian: *he nods his head in greeting, and manages a quiet, somewhat dignified* "Hello."

Abbey Randelle: Alas Mr. Evan, men do. *she glances towards the door, ready to stand..just in case. she murmers absently* I myself find men very difficult to understand.

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, welcome, my young Padawan." Okay, you KNEW that was coming. She grins a bit and reaches out to hug Terry. "Glad you could make it...come on in."

Melinda Stowe: She rolls her eyes at the display of testosterone from Evan, sipping at the cider. And then tugging at the sleve of her sweater. ""So Miss Abbey, You have been well?"

Terry O'Brian: *he returns the hug, and dramatically lowers the hood, like they always do in the movies*

Terry O'Brian: "Sorry I'm late, kinda got lost on the way."

Melinda Stowe: She glances to the door, and Terry, then back to Melinda. "People in general are difficult to understand sometimes."

Evan: *blinks at Abbey* nah--we're pretty simple. feed us, admire our manly physiques, and..um...well, yeah, one other thing. but ANYway.....give us those and we're perfectly happy, even if we don't ever notice stuff like new hairstyles ordresses or whatever. we're basically kind of dense that way. and Sam? her glass is smoking....hi, Terry.

Michelle Morgan: "S'okay. Come on in." She shuts the door behind Terry and leads him into the living room.

Sam Jacobs: "Very true." She agrees with Melinda, casually and comfortably leaning against a wall.

Abbey Randelle: I have been, thank you. And yourself miss Melinda? *the white rabbit nods politely, no need for face paint on this one, she's pale as is required, the tea is sipped and set down on its saucer carefully, no rude tink of china from this one. she absently adjusts the cuff round her wrist, glancing to Evan. a blink.*

Terry O'Brian: "Hi." *he greets Evan, and he follows after Michelle*

Sam Jacobs: She flicks her fingers up in a wave to Terry. "I know Evan. That doesn't mean it's dry ice."

Melinda Stowe: A slight smile to Sam.

Michelle Morgan: She doesn't seem to have noticed the interest in her drink and it's odd habit yet, as she moves to stand next to Sam.   

Sam Jacobs: She smiles a bit back to Melinda, looking to Michelle. Nodding with Evan's question.

Melinda Stowe: "I as well." she says to Abbey sip of apple cider. She nods her head to Terry in lue of a handfshake. "Hello."

Evan: *blinks at Abbey with a sheepish grin. blushing just a bit himself. clears his throat and hastily fastens his eyes back on the Glass of Smoking Mystery*

Terry O'Brian: *he gives a bit of a return wave to Sam* "Hello Ms. Randelle." *his countenance darkens slightly...but he doesn't say anything else, and he looks for a seat*

Terry O'Brian: *also he returns Melinda's nod*

Abbey Randelle: *strugling to strangle the faintest of blushes down. afterall.. one didn't do ~that~ sort of thing until well after marriage. she regains her usual pale countenance and quirks an eyebrow slightly at Terry, before looking to the glass. let the boy have his problem*

Michelle Morgan: "Just a bit of something my mentor taught me several Samhains ago," she says with a shrug. "It's amazing, the kinds of things you can make smoke." She grins and winks. No, she's not telling.

Melinda Stowe: Something in Terry's smotional shift triggers something for Melinda, and she absently nods to herself, yes that one.

Evan: *eyes it again* huh. at the risk of being stupid, if you make yourself another, may i have one too? a short one, though. i don't want to get drunk. assuming there's booze in there somewhere.

Sam Jacobs: "Is it somethin chemical?" Michelle roused the scientist in her. She peers over at the cup.

Michelle Morgan: "There's some, yeah," she nods to Evan, a glance over to Abbey. The woman's blush isn't acknowledged--she knows propriety, even if she ignores it from time to time--and the glance is brief. "I'll tone it down for you. Terry, something to drink?"

Terry O'Brian: *everyone seems so preoccupied with how Michelle makes smoke come from her drink...it's silly, really* "So it smokes...what's so fascinating about that?" *seems quite baffled. He glances up to Michelle* "Umm, maybe water or something." *shrugs*

Abbey Randelle: *she meets Michellle's eyes a breif moment, then levels a glance to Melinda's nodding to herself, girl calm and pleasant looking, if a little like an ice sculpture*

Sam Jacobs: "Curiosity." She grunts to terry. "There's juice too, if you'd prefer that."

Melinda Stowe: She relaxes in the chair somewhat, she moves back to sit fully in the chair, her back straight, feet crossed at the ankles. Snother sip of the cider. Things to inquire about, but too many people around.

Abbey Randelle: tea as well *she murmers softly, reaching for her cup of nicely steaming ginger*

Evan: *makes a point of not looking at Abbey. hoping his makeup's hiding most of HIS own blush* thanks. i'd like to taste it. i've never drunk anything that smokes before. *grins*

Melinda Stowe: "And do not forget the soda as well." she speak up.

Michelle Morgan: "Chemical? Sort of, I guess you could say." She nods a bit, then looks to Terry. "Water it is, unless you'd rather have the juice, tea, soda or whatever." She heads toward the kitchen...Terry can state any other preference as she walks.

Michelle Morgan: "What, Evan...you've never dated a smoker?" She throws him a grin and a wink as she walks along.

Sam Jacobs: Well... she was going to get the drink, but it seems Michelle has it.

Abbey Randelle: *they were benders of reality, workers of will and twisters of fate.. you'd think they'd be less impressed by a smoking cup of booze. sme can't help but quirk her lips into a slight smile*

Terry O'Brian: "Water's good...thanks."

Abbey Randelle: *she slips her hand over the ruff of fur on her ears, murmering in idle conversation* how pleasant. I'd had no idea rabbit fur was so very luxurious.

Melinda Stowe: She doesn't get what Michelle says and that is probably a good thing. A tolt of her hea dto the side as she glances from Evan to Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: She comes back out with Terry's water, handing it over to him, and then moving back to her leanin' spot nest to Sam.

Evan: *groans at Michelle* that was a really bad joke. *chuckles softly* you just wait.....one of these days you'll make your breakfast toast and it's going to do something interesting.

Sam Jacobs: She glances over at Abbey with a faintly quirked eyebrow. A glance at Evan. "Please. No messing with the toaster."

Melinda Stowe: "It is real rabbit fur then? I believed most costumes were made with faux fur." a glance to Abbey.

Terry O'Brian: "Thanks." *and he takes a sip of his water*

Evan: *flashes Abbey a little grin* i had a ladyfriend give me a fur-lined jacket once. it was nice to wear. sadly, a buddy's Lab decided it was dinner. *wrinkles his nose slightly* if i can find one for a reasonable price, i'm likely to buy another, though. in black or grey.

Abbey Randelle: I find faux fur tasteless. *she removes a cuff from her wrist and stands up, offering it to Melinda, the inside lined with pure white bunny fur, silky and nice*

Melinda Stowe: A slight frown, she wonders if it is a person joke between those three, it must be she concludes as no one else get's it.

Melinda Stowe: Tentativly she takes and with pointer finger and thumb to grasp the cuff, feeling the fun. "Indeed it does feel nice."

Melinda Stowe: (Fun=Fur)

Evan: *grins at Sam* ok, i won't. i'll get another one, modify it, and switch it out. *seems fair to him....*

Sam Jacobs: Close to Michelle, a hand lightly on the woman's shoulder as she listens to the conversation.

Sam Jacobs: She just snorts to Evan.

Evan: *grins wickedly at Sam. yep. now it must be done. just have to decide what to get the toaster to do....*

Abbey Randelle: it is remarkably pleasant against the skin. *she murmers, albino apparently having come into a new fondness of fur* I was originally appalled by the idea that it came from an animal, however I was assured that it has been quite extensively sanitized.

Michelle Morgan: She shakes her head and chuckles a bit to Evan. "You don't want to play the prank game, Evan. Trust me." She leans in toward Sam, lightly, as she sips at her drink.

Terry O'Brian: "I've heard Michelle get into conversations about pranks. You really don't want to get into that with her."

Abbey Randelle: *cause god knows thats the only reason why someone wouldn't like fur. she takes back the cuff and secures it around her wrist with a deft flutter of deceptively delicate fingers*

Evan: *chuckles to Michelle* but, it's so much fun! besides, i won't do anything really bad, and neither will you. Sam might, if i do soemthing like switch out her shampoo for Nair...but since i value my life, i won't go there.

Sam Jacobs: She grins slightly, eyes flicking between Terry, Michelle, and Evan.

Sam Jacobs: "Damn well better not." She raises an eyebrow.

Abbey Randelle: *settling gracefully back in her seat, the albno bunny looks to evan and the discussion going on between the 3 housemates and terry*

Abbey Randelle: *she removes a silver pocket watch from the near invisble pocket in her bunny suit, a slight frown, and a sip of tea*

Michelle Morgan: "Your life would be the last thing you'd lose, Evan." She just grins a tiny amount to him.

Terry O'Brian: "She's not kidding. I once thought about pranking Michelle...I'm just glad I was talked out of it."

Evan: *grins cheerfully* what, if i pull a mean prank on my baby, ah 'brother'? or if i start exchaging pranks with you?

Sam Jacobs: From up above them all, there comes a muffled crash and a scattering of tiny feet. Sam looks up, hand sliding away from Michelle. Cats. She nods faintly, as she heads towards the stairs. "I'll be back..."

Abbey Randelle: *an apologetic smile, the porcelion creature sets the tea down and rises to her feet* I regret, I have a prior obligation i must attend to.. *she inclines her head to everyone, michelle and sam getting actual quirks of pale rose lips* Forgive my early departure.

Sam Jacobs: She glances back to Abbey with a faint smile. "Goodnight Miss Randelle."

Melinda Stowe: ((Sorry about that guys))

Evan: *looks upward* eech. i hope Crackhead's not out of his pen....want me to go with, sis?

Sam Jacobs: "No, I got it." Comes the voice from the stairs.

Michelle Morgan: She looks up at the ceiling, then back down to Abbey. "Of course, Abbey. Thank you for coming...have a good evening." She moves to walk Abbey to the door.

Melinda Stowe: She nods her head to Abbey in regards to the fur. A look up to the crash, and then a nod to Sam. She inclines her head to Abbey. "It was quite nice to see you again Miss Abbey. Hope you evening goes well."

Terry O'Brian: "Good night."

Abbey Randelle: Good evening everyone. Happy Halloween. *an inclination of her head to sam, she smoothes her satiny tux and gathers her blade in hand. why does a bunny have a sword? you may never know. she walks with Michelle to the exit* THank you for having me miss morgan, *she murmers as they reach the door* may your party be without incedent.

Evan: ok, Sam. *smiles* nice to see you again, Miss Abbey. *soft chuckle*

Michelle Morgan: "Here's hoping," she says with a little smile. "Take care. I'm glad you came...we don't see each other much anymore. Have to change that."

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. *and after politely exchanging goodbyes.. she's out the door and to the saturn, and anyone following this white rabbit is going to find themselves someplace faaaar away from wonderland*

Melinda Stowe: She remains comfortable in the chair. Her cup of cider places to the side. She fiddles with the ends of her sleves of the cardigan. Keeping an eye on the conversation. "Might I be so bold as to ask why would you play Proanks on people who are so close to you?" she asks Evan

Evan: mmm, playing light pranks meant to amuse on people you're close to is just good, silly fun. *chuckles*

Melinda Stowe: Expressionless face watches Evan. "I do not understand. Certainly someone feelings could be hurt, or they might be physically injured, or even the case that someone not the person intended could come across the prank."

Michelle Morgan: She returns back to the living room, moving to take a seat somewhere between Evan and Terry, giving Melinda her space.

Terry O'Brian: *he seems a little bit more relaxed than while Abbey was there...he takes a long drink of water and listens to the conversation*

Evan: well, i try not to pull pranks that would hurt anyone, physically or emotionally. and if i do start pranking, whether Sam or Michelle is the one who gets pranked, it's all good. Sam's used to it and will give as good as she gets. Michelle, from the sound of it, will do the same. if i do manage to push a button i shouldn't, i'll apologize, and mean it.

Melinda Stowe: "IS this standard behavior for siblings?" she genuinly seems interested to know.

Evan: *grins widely and nods* in my family it is. we've got two older brothers to prank, too.

Michelle Morgan: "It seems so." She shrugs. "Only child, myself."

Melinda Stowe: A raise of an eyebrow. "Your parents allowed this?"

Terry O'Brian: "If they were like mine, they didn't...but they didn't really have any way to put a stop to it."

Evan: *chuckles* no. we got caught, we got punished.

Melinda Stowe: She looks to Terry and then back to Evan. "How odd." She nods her head. "But there were times that you didn;t get caught?" once again to Evan.

Evan: exactly, Terry. *grins, then chuckles softly to Michelle* if you want, i can give you a taste of having a brother. like...oh...pull your hair and stick frogs in your bed. assuming i can find frogs in this season in New York that aren't housed in the zoo.

Terry O'Brian: "There's pet shops..." *innocently*

Evan: *nods to Melinda* yep, plenty of them. *wry grin* you see, being a younger sibling has its advantages, when an older sibling retaliates. all you have to do is start hwoling for mom, and she'll usually punish ~them~ for being mean to the younger kids. it's not fair, i know. but, it's also the truth.

Melinda Stowe: Hert eyes get a bit wider and she wrinkles her nose. Doesn;t look like either of thise thing are her cup of tea really.

Evan: *gives Terry a wide, slow grin and a thoughtful nod*

Michelle Morgan: "Thaaat's quite all right, Evan." She shakes her head with a grin. "I think I'm okay without those particular aspects of sibling-ness. Thanks, though. Appreciate it." She winks at him.

Melinda Stowe: "My brother, younger of course, wouldn;t have gotten away with anything, and normaly if he was in the same room with me he is watched closely. No pranks, so to speak between us." She picks up her cider and takes a drink.

Evan: are you sure, Michelle? *gives her an earnest look* it wouldn't be any trouble, i assure you. i don't mind giving you the sister experience, you no, not at all......*chuckles softly to Melinda* our mom couldn't keep track of all four of us. do you just have the one younger brother?

Melinda Stowe: She nods her head. "Yes, they couldn;t take any chances really. And with a boy and a girl, that was fine with them."

Michelle Morgan: "I am positive. Truuuuust me."

Evan: *raises an eyebrow at Melinda* not take chances? not sure what you mean...*and gives Michelle puppy eyes* awwww......you're absolutely positive?

Melinda Stowe: She tugs once more on the sleves of her cardigan. "Well one cannot be too careful what genitics one passes along to their children can they now?"

Michelle Morgan: "Absolutely. Positively. 100%. Without a doubt in my mind."

Evan: *raises a puzzled brow at Melinda* um...so far as i know, once the kid's born, whatever genetics you're going to pass to them have already been passed. *gives Michelle a long, sad sigh. making his voice little-boyish* aw....okaaaaay.....

Michelle Morgan: "So, Terry, how are you and your sister doing?" She looks over to the young man, noting his quietness, and throws it out to draw him into the conversation.

Terry O'Brian: *genetics? what? this talk confuses him a bit...so he just keeps quiet for a bit longer*

Melinda Stowe: "Quite true, but if something genetic was passed to one of your children, and you were thinking of having more, wouldn;t finding out that one of them has a genetic disorder make a parent re-concider?"

Terry O'Brian: "Umm, we're ok. I'm spending most of my time working, and she's studying."

Melinda Stowe: It isn't as if she isn't a walking advertisement for something wrong, the triangualr look to the lower half of her face, the blue tinge to the whites of her eyes. Ah yes but this was halloween.

Evan: mmm..*considers this* maybe. although, i think i'd just go to the doctor. if need be, do the artificial thing to try and get some non-sick, ah, genetic material to use for attempting to concieve. your brother's got a disability, then? sorry to hear it.

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Terry. "I can sympathize. Work's taking up most of my time, too. Have you heard from Arlett since...you know?"

Terry O'Brian: *shakes his head, and frowns a bit* "No, not a word..."

Melinda Stowe: That actually get's a smile from Melinda. "No he is perfectly healthy. And back then my parent's didn;t have that option, had they known before hand what could happen I am sure they would have adopted, but alas they didn't."

Melinda Stowe: Sh looks to Terry and Michelle when Arlett's name is brought up.

Evan: *and the Clue Fairy arrives to smack him upside the head. a slow blink* oh. i see. *slow blink*

Melinda Stowe: Again she smiles to Evan. "It is quite refreshing to see someone who doesn't judge someone by their looks."

Michelle Morgan: She sighs. "I called her and invited her tonight...she wasn't interested, though. I'm going to try to get her to come over sometime in the next day or two, and talk to her."

Evan: *chuckles, a bit sheepish* may i ask what it is? *tilts his head slightly* if that's not too personal.

Melinda Stowe: Another tug on her sleeve. "I do not believe it is too personal a question I do not think." a glance to Michelle before going back to evan. "Osteogenisis Imperfecta."

Terry O'Brian: "That's probably a good idea...I'm worried about her...that was kind of scary..." *he shudders a bit*

Michelle Morgan: She nods a little, with a deep intake of breath that's let out with a sigh. "Yeah, it was. I'm...sorry about how I acted. That wasn't at all appropriate of me to behave like I did."

Evan: mmm, i'm not familiar with that. *gives the girl a very serious look* is there anything i should watch out for? any signs or symptoms that mean you're in a bad way, maybe could use a hand? *wondering what, exactly, Michelle and Terry are talking about. it sounds serious, too*

Terry O'Brian: *shrugs* "I did pretty much the same thing..."

Melinda Stowe: She is wondering what happened, but doesn;t comment on Michelle and Terry's conversation. "No there is no symptoms per se." a little sigh and a smile. "If you have seen the movie unbreakable, the condition that Samuel Jackson's character has, is what I have. Although there are different stages of it, and show on people in different ways."

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, but I should..." She shakes her head, trailing off. "Regardless, I admit I only made the situation worse. I'll talk to her, see if I can fix it."

Evan: *arches a brow* fragile bones? yikes, that must suck worse than having shrapnel bury itself in your shoulder. so....what stage are you in? how does it show? again, if i get too personal, tell me to back off. but, i would appreciate knowing what the best thing to do is if you get hurt. i'm guessing the usual things might not be a good call for you.

Terry O'Brian: "Well...let me know if I can help."

Michelle Morgan: "I will. I'm sure we'll all be needed...everyone close to her."

Terry O'Brian: *he nods*

Melinda Stowe: "Well there are 4 different, not stanges, but different levels of it, and I am in between stage one and stange 3 for that. Normally it is considered that sone is places in one of the four types, but aparently I am not. Yes I have very easily breakable bones, someone hits me, it is a pretty good guess that I have broken something, or if I fell, etc. Not much can be done, except getting me to a hospital oimmediatly. Sometimes surgery is required to fix it, and at this point in my life that is more common for me. People who have this condition sometimes with the different types, can life full rich lives, other with the more advanced casses, do not live all that long. We shall see since I am stuck right in the middle how I fair."

Evan: *Nods* good luck, Melinda. *gives her a warm smile* i'll keep it in mind. and if i see you fall or whatever, i'll call an ambulance immediately.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over to Melinda and Evan's conversation, and nods a little. She's heard about Melinda's condition already, but it still draws a look of sympathy.

Melinda Stowe: She nods her head. "Thank you, most people try and help, pick me up what have you and that more often than not only makes things worse. So thank you." she licks her lips sympathy is ignored, but taken note of, she has done quite well she feels living with her condition.

Evan: *shakes his head* no, if i know i'm probably going to hurt you more, i'll leave you where you are. with the exception of if you're bleeding badly, of course.

Melinda Stowe: "That has only happened once, and luckily i had already passed out. But it is good to know." okay so in a dangerous situation do not could on him.

Michelle Morgan: She's quiet, listening to Evan and Melinda, with a few glances over to Terry from time to time.

Evan: *nods* yeah, i'll say. *frowns slightly* after i got hit, it felt like forever before i finally went out completely. *shudders* nightmare.

Terry O'Brian: *he's half listening to Evan and Melinda, but he's definitely now preoccupied by the Arlett situation*

Melinda Stowe: "I could not imagine what that would have been like." yes she is not compairing what happens when she breaks a bone to what shrapnel in a shoulder feels like. She looks to Terry and Michelle "So anything been happening for anyone as of late? Oh yes Miss Michell, I still haven;t heard from that one other person i told you about a few weeks back."

Michelle Morgan: She frowns a little, but nods. "All right. I'll check around, see what I can find out about him."

Evan: i hope you never do. *wrinkles his nose* i hope i never break another bone, too. granted, you probably hope that with more reason, but...*shrugs*

Melinda Stowe: She nods her head to Michelle and smiles to Evan. "I know that on a daily basis I am slightly fracturing my bones by just walking or whatever I do. It is not an easy thought, but you come to live with it and take steps to ensure your safety because of this. I am sure that no one wishes to get shot or hurt, but sometimes things happen."

Evan: mmm...*eyes the stairs* Sam's been up there a looooong time. and it's oddly quiet. i don't even hear Crackhead bouncing off the walls. i'm going to go check. *rises with a chuckle and grins* Terry, Melinda--i'm glad you guys came. good to see you both. Michelle, your costume should be illegal. Sam;s a lucky lady. *grins and minces off toward the stairs. yes, the mincing is deliberate. and besides--these stupid shoes are starting to hurt his feet....*

Terry O'Brian: "Bye Evan."

Michelle Morgan: She grins. "Thanks, Evan. That's sweet. Tell Sam I'll be up later."

Evan: *nods soberly to Melinda* i honestly can't imagine it. you deal with it well, though. if i were still in the military, i'd want you in my troop. *grins, flashing the girl a sketchy salute, and heads upstairs. pausing to take off the shoes on the way up*

Evan: *laughs* yes, ma'am, Miss Michelle. hey--can i borrow that outfit next Halloween? Sam'd choke with shock! *and with a cheerful wave to Terry, he disappears* ((*hugs* thanks, guys. this was fun. *G*))

Michelle Morgan: "If you can fit in it." She chuckles.

Melinda Stowe: "Nice to meet you Evan." she says. Once evan is gone she looks to Michelle and Terry. "Mr. Terry You are also part of Michelle's chantry I take it."

Michelle Morgan: ((*Hugs the Harper*))

Evan: ((*G* night, gang! and sweet dreams! *kerflopples*))

Melinda Stowe: She blinks to what Evan says, no he couldn;t be serious, another blink, hum interesting.

Terry O'Brian: (('night Evan-P))

Melinda Stowe: She picks up her cup of cider and finishes it off, before setting it aside, looking at Terry wondering if he isn;t something like Arlett in manners.

Terry O'Brian: ((sorry, completely missed your post...)) "Yeah." *he nods* "I'm a member of Haven."

Michelle Morgan: She looks from Melinda as she asks her question, then over to Terry. Letting her student speak for himself.

Melinda Stowe: ((It is okay I do it all of the time*Hugs*))A small smile. "How nice, I met Arlett, although not being formally introduced to her at the time." One last tug on her sweater sleeve. "Maybe sometime in the future, I might consider being a member of this place as well."

Terry O'Brian: "Umm...ok..." *he shrugs a little bit, not knowing really what to say to that statement* "Umm...it's a nice place."

Michelle Morgan: A little smile. "I'm still waiting to hear from Alyssa...as soon as I do, I'll let you know, Melinda."

Melinda Stowe: A nod of her head. "Yes it is at that, I will have to admit." she looks from Teryr to Michelle. "Is it common or uncommon to ask which tradition one with with or not? It is not as if it matter's overly much to me, but some seem to find speaking to others regarding their inclinations interesting."

Melinda Stowe: A smile to Michelle. "I have patience, something I have in spades."

Terry O'Brian: "Who's Alyssa?"

Melinda Stowe: She seems to consider answering his question, and how to word it. "A Young lady, whi is also considering the chantry. Quite an outgoing sort."

Michelle Morgan: "A Euthanatos," she adds to Terry.

Terry O'Brian: ((goddamn computer...sorry, back))

Terry O'Brian: *he nods* "Ah...ok."

Melinda Stowe: 9(It is okay, we understand *S*))

Melinda Stowe: A grin. "You are a man of little words I take it Mister Terry."

Terry O'Brian: "Yeah, recently I guess I have been." *shrugS*

Melinda Stowe: A raise of her eyebrow. "People change, itis weather you feel that these changes are good for you or not that is the question."

Terry O'Brian: *nods thoughtfully* "Yeah..."

Michelle Morgan: Her expression is consdiering, a leg coming up to curl underneath her as she listens to the conversation.

Melinda Stowe: She falls silent once more, she has literally run out of things to speak about.

Melinda Stowe: She looks to Michelle. "Oh yes, I am unaware if Sam mentioned before or not, but if you ever need any security put up, I would be more than willing to do so. No one can be careful these days."

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Melinda. "That's much appreciated, Melinda. When we get a chance, I'll definitely get back to you on that.

Melinda Stowe: "Not a problem at all." She puts a hand to the right hand side of her head, patting her hair, making sure that it is still inplace.

Melinda Stowe: "Well." she says moving to Stand up picking up her laptop bag. "You new place is lovely, and thank you for inviting me to the party Miss Michelle. Say goodnight to Miss Sam for me." She looks to Terry. "You have a good evening Mister Terry, and have a lovely evening yourself."

Terry O'Brian: "You too...and it's just Terry."

Melinda Stowe: A smile to Michelle and Terry. "I know." she says to Terry. "But it is always nice to be polite, you give what you get." she heads for the front door. "Do not worry about showing me out Miss Michelle, I will talk with you soon."

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Melinda with a smile. "Thank you for coming, Melinda. I'll talk to you soon."

Melinda Stowe: And soon the front door is heard opening and closing, and the young woman is gone. ((*Hugs* Thanks for the scene guys...food. I need food *S*))

Terry O'Brian: ((bye *waveS*))

Michelle Morgan: She looks after Melinda, then back to Terry, leaning against the cushions of the couch. "Are you okay, Terry?" A hint of concern shows in her features.

Terry O'Brian: "Yeah, mostly. Worried about Arlett though..."

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, I know...me, too." She gives him a little smile. "She'll be okay. She's endured this city longer then either of us. She's strong."

Terry O'Brian: *he forces a smile, but does feel a little comforted by that fact* "Yeah..." *he nods* "So what else has been going on? I'm a bit out of the loop...apparently a bunch of people are considering joining Haven?"

Michelle Morgan: "Yep." She nods. "Alyssa and Melinda...though they have problems, and Melinda won't join if Alyssa does." She seems faintly annoyed at that. "Tessa's left...gone back home. New York moved too fast for her, I think."

Terry O'Brian: *frowns* "I liked Tessa...oh well." *shrugs slightly* "So they don't get along that much?" ((need to wrap things up...early class tomorrow...))

Michelle Morgan: ((No prob)) "Melinda has trust issues, because of her condition, and Alyssa..." She sighs. "Alyssa is a very bright, very warm girl. Unfortunately, she's also very naive, and has little concept of personal space. For someone with as fragile a body as Melinda...that's unnerving."

Terry O'Brian: "Ahhh." *nods* "Makes sense. Well...I should be going...work in the morning." *he stands up*

Michelle Morgan: "Okay. You want me to give you a ride home?"

Terry O'Brian: "Yes, please...I'm not sure I'll be able to find my way back..." *blushes a bit...not the best sense of direction on this one*

Michelle Morgan: "No problem." She stands up, moving to head out with him. "Thank you for coming, Terry. I appreciate it."

Terry O'Brian: "I enjoyed it...not really used to parties, haven't been to all that many in the last few years." *bit of a smile* "Let me know next time you throw one." ((and fade?))

Michelle Morgan: ((Fade AWAAAAAAAAAAY....thanks for the scene.))