wanted : companion // open

[Mathias Densen]

bittersweet.

It just wasn’t a party if Mattie Densen wasn’t there. When Mattie heard there was going to be a Halloween Masquerade, he was ecstatic. Halloween was one of his favorite Halloweens. he had missed out on his fair share of trick-or-treatings when he was young, because of how conservative his mother was, he had just discovered how fun the holiday actually was, instead of sitting and staring out a window with misery as the trick-or-treaters passed his home, wishing that he was out there. Sadly, at the age of twenty-two, he was seen as ‘too old’ to trick-or-treat. If he ever had kids, he’d always trail along them as they trick-or-treated, partially because he wanted to do it himself. Stealing candy bowls and dumping them in trash bags and then getting drunk at a party just wasn’t the same as good ole’ fashioned trick or treating fun. Even if candy-corn flavored drinks were great. Mattie was dressed up in attire like the Eleventh Doctor from his favorite television show, Doctor Who, with the tan suit, bowtie, and fez, all of the works. Of course, he had a bowtie on. Everyone knew bow ties were cool. Perhaps there would be another whovian to appreciate his costume, he had spent a lot of nights up and working on it. Now if only he could actually have a tank and guitar like the Twelfth Doctor, that would be great. Now, all he needed was a lucky companion to enjoy the night alongside. And for no one to break his screwdriver, because from the expressions he got when he buzzed it in the ears of a stranger, it looked as though they’d want to snap it in two equal halves. And he was too poor to buy another costume and didn’t want to be a Viking again for the seventh year in a row. He didn’t mind, honestly, he loved Doctor Who, it was his favorite television show. His eyes were a few shades lighter than the intricate Tardis-themed mask he donned over his face, and Mattie was the epitome of all things nerdy at the event. Hopefully, no one would think of punching him hard enough to make him regenerate. Speaking of spiked punch, Mattie was quite sure he had enough of that for the night. He wasn’t drunk by any standard, and he kept his liquor down well, but he didn’t want to get carried away and end up ruining the party, even if the poles to hold up the lights would make a could pole for an impromptu strip dance. Religiously watching Magic Mike had taught him quite a few exotic dancer moves, all he needed was a pole and some music to show off the full extent of his awesomeness, right? No, he had to get those thoughts out of his head before it became a reality. Then again, Halloween was a night for horror, and nothing was scarier than a drunk whovian stripping whilst making a noise similar to the doctor who theme song. With that, Mattie strolled over to someone who he didn’t quite recognize. Then again, could anyone really tell unless they had seen someone else beforehand? He couldn’t, but then again, he rarely knew anyone around here. He wasn’t really part of any camp, which kind of nerfed a lot of social interactions with other demigods. The only people that really ever stopped around to say hello were the monsters, who wanted something else from Mattie that wasn’t amazing buttsex. “I’m a Doctor without a companion, that’s something I think needs to be changed”, Mattie said, a small smirk gracing his face as he held his hand out for the other person to take.

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[Lydia Kim]

When word of the Halloween Masquerade went around, Lydia's excitement was only matched by her best friend's. In her opinion, Halloween was one of the best time of the year. You could be anything you wanted for one night. And for Lydia, that was paradise. She could pretend that she wasn't a daughter of Athena, or a Demigod in general. It wasn't as if she was shunning her parentage, rather pushing it in the back of her mind for a little while. To have fun for night and go back to reality the next morning, no matter how hard or painful it would be for her. So with money her dad sent her, she bought herself a costume. For the masquerade, she would be an Ice Queen. Cold, distant and graceful. One who froze her enemies, or anyone who annoyed her. The complete opposite of who was wearing the costume, someone who was usually warm and inviting.

She'd left with Lily, but shortly after arriving the two split up. She was slightly worried- it was a large crowd after all. She had to remind herself numerous times that Lily could handle herself. They were the same age after all, and more than capable of kicking the butt of anyone who tried to mess with them. The flower child did have a fire inside her, one that was not often kindled. You always had to watch the quiet ones. Still..the habit of worrying was a hard one to break, and it would've taken a lot to. She'd always had the "mama bear" complex. Mess with her cub, and you would have a dagger through your back, or in a place much worse. With a small sigh, she scanned the crowd. An interesting one, to say the least. A splash of color in her sometimes dull life. Well, she certainly wouldn't be bored here. Monsters, handsome men, pretty girls..angels and devils. This was going to be interesting.

As Lydia walked, she felt like she was floating in a way. It was as if her feet didn't touch the ground, and it was a nice feeling to say the least. She stood up tall and proud, and to her absolute delight felt regal. She supposed that it was nice to pretend after all. After getting herself a drink, she wandered around and looked for someone to talk to. And then she spotted- was that Eleventh Doctor? Was that the Eleventh Doctor? The jacket, the bowtie..the fez. And ohmygods, that mask! It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen! And he was easy on the eyes, too. Blonde hair, and pretty eyes. Oh, all the Doctor Who pickup lines. It had to be worth it, right? If she didn't flirt with him, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Well, not really. But she would regret it. Lydia was just about to go over to him when he came over to her. Laughter bubbled in her throat, and she studied him for a moment.

"That depends. Is your TARDIS bigger on the inside?" Oh, Gods. If only Lil was here. She just wished that she wasn't embarrassing herself. Thank Athena she would never see this guy again if she did. All she had to do was duck into the crowd, and problem solved! Oh, all the escape plans she had in mind.


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[Mathias Densen]

bittersweet.

Before Mattie was a stunning woman, clad in a shimmering silver dress that faded to a deep blue gradient. If anything, he felt it meshed with his costume well, the blue similar to his TARDIS-themed mask. She was quite a lovely lady, appearance wise in Mattie’s opinion. At least it wasn’t a brides dress, he didn’t need to hear all the jokes about that one. Her poise radiated an air of regality, like a princess. No no, not just a princess, a queen. One that ruled over a kingdom of her own in a frozen tower of her own or the such. However, underneath all that Mattie had seen, something about her seemed approachable. That, or it was just Mattie missing out on social cues, which was definitely not an infrequent situation. It was always his favorite thing to reply to a straight person who said “Are you… you know”, and before they could say gay, simply finish the sentence with a loudly exclaimed two word phrase of “JOHN CENA”, and then leave. Silly people, he was always John Cena. THat gave him another idea, maybe next year he could be John Cena for Halloween? No questions asked when he went trick-or-treating, either. Ah, the joys of amazing childrens holidays like Halloween. Free candy and themed liquor you could drink at a party without compromising your fragile masculinity? Um, hell to the yes. “That’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself. Is it really good manners to leave in the middle of a party on a phone box that travels through all of space and time?”, Mattie pondered, a small chuckle at the end of his words. He made no attempt to mask his native Danish accent, as he thought it gave his costume a bit of an individual unique twist to it. He could have easily played off the English, accent, but he chose not to. He was visually recognizable as the Eleventh Doctor, though, and that was always a trip, seeing who recognized him, even if so vaguely because they had friends that were fans of the show. “Though I will give it to them”, Mattie started, casting a glance to the tables that held a coveted assortment of alcohol. “They’ve got a great selection of beverages. First time with pumpkin spice rum, and definitely not the last”, he finished, turning his gaze back to the woman in front of him. Then again, when was it not classic Mattie to bring up alcohol in any situation. Yeah, Mattie had gotten used to formal events such as dinner parties and banquets, considering he had been invited to a few himself, but they still managed to intimidate him every time, even if he didn’t ever let him show. He felt very judged often at them, as if his tie weren’t straight enough or his hair had been peeking through its gel. In his defense, gelling back his hair was a nightmare, and he ended up having to use more hair spray then a drag queen, even after the gel. It was hard as a rock afterwards, and even after a couple hours it would still loosen its hold. It was one of the side effects of his messy blonde locks, they tended to go anywhere but flat, which was great and all until he had to wear a tuxedo, which usually meant he had to groom or shave. Mattie typically had a little bit of stubble at the end of his chin, but for tonight, yes, he had made the plunge and took to the razor. Usually he just trimmed, not completely shaving, but a doctor with facial hair was just not right, no. “So, are you the type of lady to punch me twenty seven times in the chest if I ever called you Elsa?”, Mattie joked, smiling down at her.

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