75 Godiva, Tuesday morning

[vdistinctive]

Eliot loved Halloween. The island was always nice enough to keep things nice and dark all day, which not only meant his vampire boyfriend didn't have to worry about catching fire, it also confused the hell out of all the prey on the preserve. He came home from his morning hunt today with half a dozen rabbits, a sack of fresh venison, and a large quantity of deer blood for Hardison.

Who didn't like a little blood sausage to brighten up their fall mornings?

He set the whole haul onto the kitchen island and looked it over with a wolfish grin, then whistled for the only other canine member of his pack. Val came trotting right up, tail wagging a mile a minute, and Eliot was half-tempted to shift just so he could wag his back. But paws were not meant for wielding butcher knives, and if these rabbits resembled their living selves too much by the time Parker swooped in, she'd be moaning about it until next week. Besides, he had a party to cater!

He tossed Val a couple vertebrae to gnaw on, and set to work, whistling a cheerful tune as he went.

[ooc: open for pack mates or visitors!]

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[whoisalicewhite]

Parker wafted through him, bringing a chill with her, her version of a hug. Or something close to it. "Halloween Halloween Halloween!"

Yes, she was thrilled. And was bringing the chills.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison, his own body temperature much lower than a living humans', still shivered in greeting. "Happy Halloween, mama," he said, his lips brushing over the air where her lips were. "Eliot an' I were just wonderin' where you'd gone."

[whoisalicewhite]

"I had to check out the graveyard, and see what was shaking." Parker snickered into the back of his neck, trailing a finger down his spine. "And if anyone was going to try some dumb kind of Ouija board thing there. But so far, nobody! So no getting summoned by dumb Satanists on the Island for me this year." She laughed a laugh that was more a breath than a sound. "You aren't expecting any unwanted guests this year, are you?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Man, I'll be mad as hell we gotta leave the party early to hunt down some idiot cultists who think draggin' you into a circle is a good thing to do," Hardison said, fangs sharpening at the idea. "An' anyone even thinks of interruptin' our afterparty..."

He'd noticed Parker's growing corporeality, yes.