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Entry tags:
- !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.
Re: Costumes
Oh no, is Rita going to attack him? He'd better be careful!
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Rowr indeed, although his cackle seriously needs work. Creep, creep. Pounce!
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"Was the costume your idea?"
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Giggle-chirp. The skritching earns a purr and a nuzzle. The gloves themselves earn a curious sniffing-at.
"Wha-t Bee is?"
Then a blushing grin and a nod.
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And for that matter, what did he end up with? "An engineer, apparently," he replies, self-consciously tugging on one of his straps. The design is still strange to him: sleek boots, puffed-out pants, gloves and stomach armor, sleeves from wrist to upper arm, and the chest and shoulders completely exposed. The goggles rest in his hair.
"It's not designed to be very practical. Wearing this, I'd probably splatter oil or chemicals on myself."
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And yes, Billy, he'd chosen this almost-accurate Rita ensemble to try and engender laughter. Colours are quite off, actually, with the gown being a purplish and he lacks the staff-thingy.
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"Here," he crouches down to Renne's level, calling an appropriately sized staff to his hand. It's given to the imp wordlessly.
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Puzzled chirp. And then there's a staff in his paw, which immediately gets sniffed at and investigated.
"Wha-t thi-s be?"
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Wouldn't that be scary? He just hopes nothing will get damaged here.
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Nono, he doesn't want real monsters or damage. However, he does put on the best Rita impersonation he can manage. Cackling included.
"Hee-heee-heee! Mah-gic s-tick! Ma-ke big mon-sterrrr do grrrrow!"
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"Ha...wow, you sound more realistic than Rita herself!"
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Giggle-chirp. YES! It worked! Squeaking, he can't help the tint of a bluch on his high cheekbones. And then?
"Yeeee, Rrrr-enne ge-t Bee!"
Wait, what? No, he's not saying "Ranger" publicly. Influence? Yes.
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"I'll just have to get you," he thinks out loud. Oh yes, it's coming. Wait for it.
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Nuzzle. And then be's up and bouncing a little bit. Is that a challenge?