This is Halloween (OPEN)

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: River Song's costume party!
When: Halloween
Where:  The Ballroom

Welcome to the Ballroom! Which has been  conveniently decorated in the typical Halloween decor of spiderwebs, glowing pumpkins, and other assorted ghoulish looking decorations. A big thanks to the ghosts for doing most of the hard work! A table is set up towards the back of the room and it is simply filled with Halloween themed goodies! Small cookies, candies, some cake, and a strange green bubbling cauldron full of a punch-like drink. Be careful though, the punch has most likely already been spikes!

Your hostess, River Song, is dressed up as a very sexy vampire. Complete with small plastic bat wings, a long gorgeous cape, and plastic fangs! Feel free to approach her or mingle on your own!

Comments

[workaphilic.livejournal.com]

He has to time this correctly, show up early enough to maximize the odds of gathering useful information, but late enough that it's reasonable that he just wandered by because he was bored. (He is bored, but that's not the point. His ego is a thing worth protecting.) So he doesn't arrive so much as he appears, after things are well underway.

As far as costumes go, he seems to have foregone. He certainly could have thrown something together (in fact, a disguise might have made this easier, let him attend off-book and unnoticed) but it's the principle of the thing. You can't tell Sherlock Holmes to do something mundane and expect him to do it properly (or at all.)

He's not so much hovering by the food table as he is walking past it, inspecting everything without moving to take any of it.

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River spotted him right away. Maybe Sherlock is used to passing unnoticed through such crowds, but it's not so easy to sneak past the likes of River Song. She'd been expecting him to show up, after all. So, naturally she takes her time and allows him to think she doesn't quite know he's arrived at her Halloween party.

Until she finally approaches him with a cup of green punch, probably spiked with quite a bit of alcohol. She hands it over to him and simply grins.

"I knew you'd show up sooner or later."

[workaphilic.livejournal.com]

(Punch? Hm.)

He maintains eye contact just long enough to roll his eyes, and then he very pointedly looks away, out across the crowd. She only gets a portion of his attention. He takes the cup from her like an afterthought, lifts it to his mouth as if to take a sip.

(Pungent odor, faint but there. Customs of Halloween. General pattern of parties like this one. Temperament and likely habits of women like River Song.)

"Don't go giving yourself a gold star just yet. I'm only here because sanitizing my glassware didn't take as long as I expected." Lie. It took exactly as long as he expected. He's only done it hundreds of times. "I've hit rock bottom, it seems."

(Pass on the punch. Hold it, don't drink it.)