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- !location: sensoriums,
- aibghalien marsai,
- astrid hoffersson,
- ben 10,
- billy cranston,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- devlin levin,
- duo maxwell,
- dustin brooks,
- edward elric,
- einhart stratos,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- gabriel,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- hikari yagami,
- hit girl,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kate bishop,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- loren,
- lowe guele,
- matt olsen,
- maydril val mandrian,
- nanoha,
- negi springfield,
- nunnally vi britannia,
- ophelia,
- reinforce zwei,
- sam winchester,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- scarlet witch,
- sofia mantega,
- son of satan,
- spider-man (younger),
- starfire,
- tenaya,
- the pyro,
- vindicator nehaalista,
- vivio takamachi
Halloween Party
Who knows why the ship was doing this. Maybe it was some kind of social experiment. Maybe Stacy was feeling festive and somewhere, out there, it was Halloween. Maybe the players just wanted to have Halloween fun. No one would ever know, would they.
In any case, what better place for a Halloween dance than a graveyard? In an area in the center, clear of headstones, there was a dance floor, and there were seats and tables with skeletal frames. Somehow grisly carved torches and jack-o-lanterns of varying sizes and shapes, cast enough eerie light to light up the place, despite the fact it was night. There were places to bob for apples, popcorn balls on strings strung up for people to try to eat for games involving that. The food tables will full of Halloweeny snacks and candy.
Far off, there was a haunted house, decrepit and foreboding. It seemed people could look into it if they dared sent down the dark trail to where it was. [ooc: Haunted house post link forthcoming].
Creepy--but danceable music was playing, from nowhere.
Perhaps most notable was the fact that the moment someone entered the Sensorium, they would find themselves in a costume. Sometimes these costumes would be what the character themselves would choose, but sometimes they'd be dressed as something strange, embarrassing, or just something they wouldn't even recognize. Leaving and coming back wouldn't fix the problem, in most cases. The costumes wouldn't change, and if they did, it wasn't guaranteed that they'd change to something better.
Whatever the case, party hard, Meatship. Somebody's got to teach the Vikings, draconians, aliens, and other sundry people to Thriller dance.
In any case, what better place for a Halloween dance than a graveyard? In an area in the center, clear of headstones, there was a dance floor, and there were seats and tables with skeletal frames. Somehow grisly carved torches and jack-o-lanterns of varying sizes and shapes, cast enough eerie light to light up the place, despite the fact it was night. There were places to bob for apples, popcorn balls on strings strung up for people to try to eat for games involving that. The food tables will full of Halloweeny snacks and candy.
Far off, there was a haunted house, decrepit and foreboding. It seemed people could look into it if they dared sent down the dark trail to where it was. [ooc: Haunted house post link forthcoming].
Creepy--but danceable music was playing, from nowhere.
Perhaps most notable was the fact that the moment someone entered the Sensorium, they would find themselves in a costume. Sometimes these costumes would be what the character themselves would choose, but sometimes they'd be dressed as something strange, embarrassing, or just something they wouldn't even recognize. Leaving and coming back wouldn't fix the problem, in most cases. The costumes wouldn't change, and if they did, it wasn't guaranteed that they'd change to something better.
Whatever the case, party hard, Meatship. Somebody's got to teach the Vikings, draconians, aliens, and other sundry people to Thriller dance.
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Walking up to him and waving a gun-held hand, Jr., dressed as a cowboy (http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/cfudyzak/t9/917836c6.jpg) looked pretty comfortable in the outfit.
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The way he spoke about her, Jr. could have ventured a guess, but...
"She's not here?"
A small pause. That probably wasn't the best way to word that, considering.
"I mean, didn't wake up yet?"
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"Woah ... you've got kids, too?"
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Jr. stepped back, sitting on one of the headstones. "How old are they?"
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Though, Toothless also hadn't noticed the crescent moon on his forehead yet.
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He went cross-eyed trying to look at his own forehead.
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He flopped onto his stomach on the ground, drawing his forelegs up over his head and pawing at the mark. It wasn't going anywhere, but he was certainly trying to make it go away.
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iconic portrayal is disproportionate to sadness of dragon.
The dragon sulked some more.
No icon can do it justice.
I kind of want to try drawing it-- forelegs over his face and just, /suuuuulk
At least he wasn't in a skirt.
omg do it
eventually XD
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