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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.

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He'd been curious about this Halloween thing, and hey, a party was a party, right? Have a bite to eat, dance a little, talk to some people. Hiccup thought it sounded like a good time, and he hadn't known the Sensorium was doing the costume thing.

Therefore, as he came in with Toothless and had his clothes replaced, there was a high-pitched male shriek, which, in retrospect, only likely called more attention to the horrible situation Hiccup found himself in.

He was now wearing knee-high boots, one of them over his automail, some kind of weird...shirt with a bow and collar, a bow at his back, and worst of all, a short, little skirt.

Oh and whole lot of skinny, skinny leg was showing between the top of those boots and the hem of that skirt.

Ducking back out, he walked back in again to see if the costume would change.

It didn't.

"Oh, come on!"

He didn't make a horrible Sailor Senshi (http://mari-kyomo.deviantart.com/art/Sailor-dude-squad-181458722), but he really needed to smile a little more.

Peter started laughing. He laughed loud, doubled over and tearing up, propped on a wall.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Laugh at the emasculated Viking."

Sulk sulk sulk.

"I'm-haha-sorry." Peter said as sincerely as possible. "I'm just really glad that for once it's not me who ends up being the universe's buttmonkey."

"Whatmonkey?"

"Y'know what a chew toy is?" Peter asked.

"A dead sheep after a dragon's gotten to it?"

What?

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It was mean, really mean, but she was tortured enough in this outfit all by herself, someone might as well come along for the ride, even if it was Hiccup.

"Nice legs," she said, grinning. "Never figured you for a magical girl, actually."

Remembering he own particular costume though, she made an effort to hide the microphone.

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to be!"

"Oh, I know," she said, snickering. "Your sailor moon, champion of justice, princess of the moon. You right wrongs and triumph over evil...and that means YOU!"

She pointed at Toothless here, grinning.

"I'm not even into anime and I knew that show. Stacy must have REALLY wanted a good laugh. I empathize...but its also think its funny as hell!"

"Great. Real nice to know even the ship is having a good laugh at my expense."

"Hey, you're lucky," Mindy said. "Well, not really, that's a total lie, but at least you don't know who you're dressed as.. I actually know who I'm dressed as, and hate it. The ship probably wanted to put a boy in girl's stuff for fun, but it went out of its way to fu-mess with me."

Sarcastic Hiccup was still, even in that outfit, more tolerable than most, actually.

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Toothless trotted along beside Hiccup, not entirely sure of where they were headed, up until aforementioned Viking made a horrified (and so very effeminate) shrieking sound and ducked back out of the area. The dragon grunted, confused, and sat down to look over his shoulder at the teenager, belatedly noticing the boy's change in clothes as he walked back in.

Naturally, he did the only thing a Night Fury could. He stared, and then started making an odd sort of hissing sound that was, most assuredly, a laugh.

He had yet to notice the glittering crescent moon (http://images.absoluteanime.com/sailor_moon/luna.jpg) on his forehead and bright yellow ribbon (http://assets.beebuyer.com/product_images/0285/0472/45b0823e3c68191143b9af3dc7cf630a_big.gif) around his neck.

"Oh don't you start, too."

He smirked.

"Besides, you're not off the hook. Nice ribbon."

The dragon just continued to grin like an idiot at his boy, curling his tail around the teenager and spreading his organic fin in an effort to help Hiccup retain some semblance of dignity. It wasn't helping much, considering a dragon with his tailfins splayed in front of a boy in a skirt was really doing nothing more than drawing attention to aforementioned boy in a skirt, but he was trying.

...and then he noticed the ribbon, and the grinning stopped and he stared in minute horror at his own throat.

...Tailfins forgotten, Toothless promptly started trying to wrestle with his own neck to get the yellow accessory off.

"C'mere. I got it. I got it," Hiccup said, trying to get him to stop squirming long enough that he could get it off.

Even despite your laughing, lizard breath, he won't let you be doomed to looking stupid.

"At least one of us should actually able to look dignified tonight, huh?"

Toothless gave a most pitiful whine and sulked at Hiccup, sitting as still as his deeply-rooted dislike for the ribbon around his neck would allow. Which wasn't very still at all, actually, Hiccup be careful not to fall over on those heels of yours, you'd show the world a lot more of you than most anyone but Astrid wants to see.

He made a disdainful sort of grunted trilling sound, nudging his snout gently against the Viking's hand. Okay, we're sorry for laughing at you, you just look ridiculous in a skirt. Even you have to admit that much.

Kang had no idea what Hiccup was supposed to be, but it was damn funny. He really did try not to laugh. He couldn't help it, though.

Hiccup just stood there, glowering, with his arms crossed.

Mostly, he was debating whether or not to leave. If everyone he ran into was just going to laugh at him, it wasn't exactly going to be fun.

After managing to get control of himself, though he couldn't get rid of the grin, he tugged on the bow at the back, "Apparently, Stacy has a sense of humor tonight."

...Was this her boyfriend? Just... no words.

She leans to the side and uses her cane to ease up that skirt of his.

Please tell her he has something to wear under that... and also he didn't go full on girl everywhere else.

There was another squeal of alarm there when he felt the skirt lifting.

Hiccup slapped the cane away. He was...covered (color coordinated spankies, doncha know) and no, nothing important was missing (he'd sure as Hel have noticed that). If she really wanted to know, she could've just asked.

"What are you doing?" he said slowly. "Have I ever randomly lifted your skirt?"

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Ah, that wonderfully masculine nasally voice--minus that squeal--is all she needs to hear to relieve her.

She snaps out of her horrified daze and blinks. "--Uh, s-sorry." Good Gods, Hiccup, she is... really sorry.

So, she does what any good ~~gentleman~~ girlfriend would do.

"Do you... do you want me to lend you my cape?" To shield yourself, because, geez...

"...How come you got guy clothes?"

NOT FAIR. It should've been in reverse!

"And please? So I can stay? I'd appreciate it."

Because yes, he was so embarrassed he wasn't sure he could stay (even though he wanted to get to party).

Astrid sniffs, sucking down the faintest chortle from escaping her lips and nods, tearing her eyes away from him, fumbling to get this robey thing off her. And maybe with this on him it will mitigate the chance of her bursting into a laughing fit every time she looks at him and devastate whatever is left of his manly pride.

Okay, here you go, Hiccup... it's nice and silky. "No idea. I didn't ask for this either. What do you think this means? I've never seen this... this..." She gives him a quick, quick look over. "--get-up before."

...What is unspoken is "...Better you than me."

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