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- matt olsen,
- maydril val mandrian,
- nanoha,
- negi springfield,
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- ophelia,
- reinforce zwei,
- sam winchester,
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- starfire,
- tenaya,
- the pyro,
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- 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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"And you've got a pretty tiny pair to boot. Imagine if you had mine or Zacky's. Hell, even Castiel's might snap you in two," he teases.
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He cleared his throat a little, "Anyway, least they're temporary."
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT A GUY WITH BIG WINGS
"Yeah, I imagine trying to put a shirt on in those would be a bitch."
HE FLAPS HARDER AND LONGER?
Dean startled at that. Ok he thought the wings were just part of the costume. He shifted his muscles again, and this time he noticed it wasn't just his shoulders moving.
And he couldn't tell the shirt actually had slits in the back for them.
"Shit, thought they were just some costume."
HELL YEAH, YOU KNOW.
When Gabe sees the shifting of Dean's wings, he gives a little chortle, clearly pleased.
"Apparently they aren't. Damn, where's Sammy and Cassy-boy when we need 'em?"
"That wasn't ever gonna happen."
He glanced around, trying to see over the crowd, "I don't know, got to be around here somewhere. Saw something furry and tall that I think is Sam."
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And, neutral point made, Gabriel glances around as well, before shrugging, the whole Reptar outfit shifting.
"Sam's a sasquatch," he smirks, "I ran into him earlier." He looks at Dean's wings again. "Make 'em flutter again, birdcop."
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Dean didn't intend to, but ok, he can't help it. The wings shook as he started to chuckle and laugh at the image.
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"See what I meant about the short shorts? Put a pair of that on and you'd be getting thank yous via dollars in the waistband."
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Of course, his subconscious or Stacy had other ideas because a moment later, he felt colder as his trousers did in fact change to shorts.
"Aw hell."
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"Oh man, Stacy, I couldn't have done it better myself," he wheezes. "Sorry, Deano, I don't have any dollars right now. I'll come find you when I do, though."
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Aw hell, "I mean... never mind." His wings draped protectively around his front.
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"My, Dean's just full of surprises," he says with another chortle, though he knows full well that this is Dean only getting flustered because of his change in clothing. Still, it's teasing material.
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I'm ten thousand years old, boy, and even though I'm human, I'll kick your butt.
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Careful Dean, my brother kept his secrets and tricks well. Even from me.
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He looks considering after a moment. "...However, you're probably a better shot than I am."
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