[EVENT] DEAD MAN'S BONES

It was something that he'd dug out from the depths of his closet, the blue faded away and full of wrinkles that he'd clumsily ironed out, and the extent of his skills showed in the results. The fact that he'd had a little bit too much to drink the night before and passed out on the sofa in his clothes definitely didn't help the situation, and his tie ended up a little crooked, the top button undone.

That headache that was there when he woke up pounded with each step, and Kirk fought not to gnash his teeth together at the risk of breaking the small pills, perched precariously between his back molars and wisdom teeth that had never fully developed. An uncertain schedule meant conserving every second, and it wasn't until the dim lighting forced his eyes to adjust that he let them slide down his throat with minimal effort. Everything was uncertain and altogether suspicious, and he wasn't sure why he'd chosen to even show up, but maybe he was just the slightest bit intrigued, if he was being completely honest with himself.

There was a small group already milling about at the entrance, which meant that he was late, but traveling on foot wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do, so he had a valid excuse. Still, at the risk of looking more suspicions than he already was - rumpled clothing, hangover aura (the pills would take some time to set in) - Kirk coughed, fishing out the envelope from his dress pants and flashing it like he would his employee pass at daily shows.

"And you're the big boss here?" He proclaimed, sucking in a deep breath and wrinkling his nose at the man with the sunglasses. Honestly, they were all pretty weird. The only way he'd been able to tell was because the others had the same gold glint on their person as he did.

The first thing that Kirk thought when they were ushered into the manor was that it was different - different from what he knew as home, and different from what he was used to at work. The second, immediate thought that followed was that it was the bad kind of different, the kind that made him squint at the blinding tint of rare, proper lighting and tilt his head to the point where his neck hurt to take in the entirety of the room. The host - or big boss man, as Kirk decided to dub him - spoke in the formal manner that Kirk was only used to hearing with sarcastic undertones, and the request that immediately followed was off putting, to say the least. Everybody that was around him stood out in their own, special way (was that a vampire costume?). It would've sufficed to just identify them by their most glaring features (which he'd already - albeit unconsciously - done beforehand) rather than bother with names.

Mask girl introduced herself as Juniper and chattered on a little longer than he would've liked, but the headache was abating, and Kirk figured he'd seen worse, so it wasn't a big deal. Frills sounded like she fit the description for the wanted ads at the bar lately, and the way Bluebell muttered something under her breath right after had him questioning the chances of a squabble later on (fights, as entertaining as they were, would mean tickets home, and he wasn't ready to make the return trip just yet). Dracula would've been the most normal of the bunch, but Kirk couldn't get past the fangs protruding from the guy's mouth. Maybe his suits were just all being dry cleaned or something, and this was a last resort. It was something he could relate to, at least.

At the risk of sounding completely idiotic - because they were all going to have to interact at some point - he filed the names away, pinpointing faces while still keeping their titles in his head. When there was nothing but silence and echoes, he grumbled to himself, then spoke up. "Th' name's Kirk." He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the brief stab of pain as the vibrations echoed in his head. Kirk then jerked his head towards the boss man and fixed him with a stare that said 'well? what now?'.