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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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Mindy eyed him a sec. "Yeah. Back home, we'd just say you looked like one of the village people coming from a rave. But if I was seen in this thing..." She shuddered. People would thinks she actually LIKED the costume.

That just would not stand.

"That's harsh, seriously village people? I was hoping for at least CHiPs."

Dean gestured to her clothes, "At least you lose it outside the holodeck. Wouldn't blame ya if you wanted to burn the outfit though because that is creepy."

She snickered. "Before my time, old man. The Village people, though? That will last forever."

Just don't ask her to do that YMCA stuff. No one likes that anymore.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh believe me, its not staying, no way. If I wanted to dress like a talentless blond bimbo, I'd be Britney Spears. At least she did it first."

Not that she would. She wouldn't look good with a shaved head.

"Pffft, ain't that old, kid. And come on, they suck. Led Zeppelin? AC/DC? Now that's forever."

Dean gave another chuckle, "Nah, Spears sucks too. Might as well dress as one of those stupid Spice Girls while you're at it."

The old man comment was just to mess with him. If there was anything Mindy knew relatively older looking adults hated, it was being called old. She got a kick out of that, and it was tit for tat with how often people called her a kid.

"Good selections, but don't knock the Spice Girls," Mindy warned. "They were fun."

She had a point there, and if you want to get into souls, he was old. Much older.

Dean snorted again, "Oh come on, it's mindless pop crap. Man, what are they teaching you guys these days? I thought school sucked enough when I was sort of going."

Darn right she did, and she was just about to school Dean too.

"Ok buddy, everyone sings a little mindless pop crap. Case in point? 'Black Dog.' What the hell is that song about? Ac/Dc? 'Big balls.' Seriously dude? Not everything a singer says makes a whole hell of a lot of sense. Some of it is the message behind it."

Not that she was getting all serious about it. It was more of a fun conversation."

"That's different, Black Dog's a classic, and it's about getting it...uh, having fun." Briefly remembering his audience here, and while Dean wasn't great, he shouldn't corrupt the youth too much. "And Big Balls is just fun. Never said some of it's got deep meaning, but at least it's music. Not like some of the junk they got out there now."

"I don't listen to the music without knowing its about getting it on," Mindy said, careful not to use the word fucking, as she was still a kid shouldn't know about such things. "But think about this: what you're saying is probably the same thing your dad said about HIS music as opposed to yours. Now, I like my Zep and my AC/Dc fine, but I like my Spice Girls and, say, my Joan Jett too. Music always kinda changes with the time. But even I know the difference between talent and garbage."

She pointed to her outfit. "And this is nothing but appealing to the masses of bubble headed idiot girls that collect Bratz dolls and stay up on their pink phones obsessing about boys. I'm not that girl."

Dean relaxed at that. Ok, so she's not like most kids. Actually, she looked to be another who grew up fast. Like him.

"Nah, my dad loved my taste in music since he liked it first. Grew up listening to it in the Impala while he drove."

He nodded, "Agree with you there, and nah, you don't strike me as the type." If anything, she could be more like Jo's little sister or cousin. Same bad ass kind of attitude.

She shrugged. "Guess it was just me putting my dad through a little hell," she said. "But he did listen to his fair share of Zep too. I was always more partial to Immigrant song. It might have bothered him though, since I don't have a Nordic bone in this body."

Not that she thought it mattered as much to him, since the music had a tendency to get her blood boiling anyway.

"I usually beat those girls up, or at least act condescending to them," she said.

"Well good for him, and yeah love that song. Good one for blasting on the open road."

Dean studied her a moment, "Yeah? Those girls give you a hard time or anything?"

It wasn't completely truthful, of course, but the Zeppelin song she thought truly was hers was one that might give her identity away. Still, Immigrant song came close.

"The whole viking coming to conquer thing really riled me up, I guess," she said. "I like that. The whole mythos was pretty eye opening for a little kid, so a song about it, well, you can guess."

Here she gave a haughty look. "Oh right, like I'm going to be concerned about dumba-idiots like that." Phew, just stopped herself. "I'm from Manhattan. We're practically raised to have thicker skins if we don't come from money."

It might, especially to an expert of classic rock like Dean.

"Don't have to guess, I get it."

Dean was tempted to go grab a beer, but uh, better to wait for the time being. Bad influence and all that.

"I meant if any of those spoiled rich bitches were hassling ya, you taught them a good lesson. I know how kids can be." He had to teach his share of lessons to kids who thought him and Sammy were freaks just for being new and different.

"Well, my brother and I moved around a lot with our dad, but we're from Kansas originally. Don't grow any pushovers there either."

"Good," she said, grinning. "Not too many from my Earth, good to have someone that knows what I'm talking about. I don't have a problem with any of the aliens or anything, but when you have someone from your own world, you know."

It's a little easier to bypass all the cultural politically correct BS.

Mindy shrugged. "Kids are asses," she said, allowing this much in. "They try to catch up with a fast changing, pop induced world, and if you don't catch up you're a misfit. You ever seen Ruldoph the red nosed Reindeer? Same rules apply, even now."

"Yeah we're from Earth. Might be different from yours a little in some ways." At least he hoped so, since be less monsters on hers. At least actual non-human ones that is.

"Yeah, Sam and I would watch it around the holidays on the motel tv. Some kids are little bastards."

"Probably," Mindy said. What do you do in your world? Mine is pretty typical: crime infested, corrupt, grimy: you know, New York."

She shrugged. "There's not a lot I have in common with my peers, I guess. WE just don't really see eye to eye."

What's normal anyway?

Dean always thought normal was overrated anyway. Better to just accept its a freakish and hellish life. Especially for their family.

"Yeah, been all over the lower 48, grimy motels and bars. There's crime, but what my brother and I deal with? Cops can't touch, because they wouldn't believe it. Can't really. That's where we come in. Ghosts, monsters, demons, you name it, we've ganked or salted and burned its ass."

He added, "Never had a lot in common with other kids either. Not when I was helping my dad with hunting, or looking after my brother while he hunted."

"Hell's kitchen," Mindy replied, shaking her head, and then, hearing what they did, feigning shock. "Are you serious? Monsters, demons and ghosts? I have to wonder how strong these Ohm are, if they brought in supernatural hunters here. Then again, we have demons and monsters on the ship, don't we?"

What a life though. "Yeah...I used to help my dad too. Mom died when I was young."

"Deadly serious, yeah. All those legends and stories? Where I come from, they're real. And I've seen them, we're in for one hell of a fight."

His gaze sharpened on the comment about losing her mom, and he gave her a long studying look before he grabbed a seat to sit down.

"Lost my mom when I was little too. My brother was just a baby at the time. Our dad died a few years ago."

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"You have?" Time to be unassuming and, considering she had never seen the Ohm to begin with, playing that up was pretty easy. "I've only heard about them. What are they like?"

She did look sad. "Sorry to hear that. Mom overdosed on pills. She ran into some trouble. Dad was pretty broken up about it."

And at least, he could assume her dad was alive. How her dad died was Hit Girl's story, and was a million times worse than when her mother died.

"Big ugly and nasty. And they come in different flavors. Some of them can spew acid, others can tear most things in half, even powerful beings. And that's not even counting the ones who can somehow scrub brush a planet's history. Several of us ran into them on a planet at the end of our leave. Saved a lot of the people but the planet was still screwed."

He wiped a hand in front of his face, "Damn, sorry. Fire took our mom." He's not getting into murdered by demons, and how the whole thing was set up from the get go to get his family to fall in line for bringing on the Apocalypse. That's a kettle of fish he didn't want to touch at the moment.

"Well that's making me more and more nervous," Mindy said, making sure to sound really scared. It was pretty creepy to think about of course, but Mindy wanted information, not something to put her off what needed to be done. She could feel creeped out later. "Aren't there demons on this ship?"

She nodded. "Dad was a cop. He was arrested on false charges, and mom was so depressed she killed herself. Managed to save me though, before she succumbed. I was pretty lucky."

Dean studied her a moment longer, something pinging. He was an old con himself, and thinking she wasn't completely on the up and up here. But with that background, not that surprising. Nothing he was gonna call her on though.

"Yeah there are, but they're keeping their noses clean. As long as they're not the human killing kind around here." Indicating the second that changed, he'd be exorcising their asses.

Another critical look at that, "And bet your old man taught you some moves huh? Ours was a Marine vet, showed us some stuff too."

"I'll try to watch myself around them," Mindy said warily, although she was going to make sure that she kept a close eye on these demons. Having met the Overlord though, she had to believe that not all of these demons were bad, especially when they were helping to take down the Ohm.

She shook her head. "Thought mom would have disapproved, wherever she was. My dad got VERY protective over what happened to me after that. It was a little annoying, to be honest. That's why I'm a little at a disadvantage here. His training would really be helpful right now."

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