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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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Tenaya raised an eyebrow--not at the casual slaughter of the chorus, but at Zetta's perviness.

"Not that kind of ripping," she said. "More like..."

And with that, she misstepped and landed flat on her face. Wonderful.

"That was really not what I'd hoped for," Zetta remarked through his shock. He knelt quickly to offer a hand up.

"Me neither," came the muffled groan from Tenaya.

She took his hand with her real hand while her disembodied hand crawled out of its box and started pulling the long hem away from her feet.

"Thanks," she said when she finally got upright. "No idea how anyone can move in this thing."

"Really small steps," Zetta suggested. "Like one foot in front of the other. Not exactly great for the athletic sort..." And he seemed quite depressed about that. "I guess it's kind of... slinky.... though..."

Yeah, he's imagining that now.

Yeah, no wild dancing this time around. Tenaya couldn't manage it.

Seeing the way Zetta seemed to lose focus about her dress, she said, "Uh-huh? Eyes up here."

"But there's so much down there worth looking at," Zetta said, plaintively. At least he's honest?

"Yeah, but it's not fair that you can do that when I can't kick your ass for it," Tenaya said. Honest was honest.

"Maybe you could try being flattered that I think you're hot," Zetta said, proving once and for all that he doesn't understand women.

Oh, Zetta. You really don't. And you know, if you run now, Tenaya can't catch you!

"Hey, I know I'm hot," she said, as usual, skipping any trace of modesty. "You don't have to tell me that. But more than that, I can benchpress a truck without a sweat, and that's what should matter."

Is she still hot when she's mad and bragging about her strength? Kind of in a "girl next door smashing beer cans against her head" kind of way?

"I know," Zetta said. "And that's also really, really hot."

Yes, Tenaya. You are.

"What, did you think that didn't matter?" Zetta seemed outright stunned at the very thought.

That actually did sound like a compliment to Tenaya, though she did her best to shrug it off.

"One guy's words to me were 'Because you're programmed like a human girl, you can't bring it,'" she said. "So forgive me if I'm a little touchy." And bitter. Very, very bitter about that. It was a shame that the Rangers destroyed Kilobyte before she got the chance to, though admittedly, she was out cold at the time.

"...Who the HELL would say that?" Zetta said, instantly incensed. "Was it someone on the ship? Because I will--"

Zetta paused, then, and then laughed. "Hyaaa ha ha! Who am I kidding? If you didn't kick his ass, his ass wasn't worth kicking. But... seriously," he said, actually sounding serious. "You have a hot body--" yeah, blowing it already, Zetta -- "but that's because it's an athletic and powerful body. I like toned, not soft and pliant. So if I'm telling you you're hot, I'm meaning that you're hot not just because you look it, but because you can, you know, benchpress a ton, or keep up with me in swing dancing. That's awesome."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Tenaya said. "He was destroyed. Not by me--I was out cold when he went down, but not without a fight." Thanks, bro, for taking her chance to destroy Kilobyte to get the dangerous antivirus into her system. You were a big help.

Here, she smiled slightly and desperately tried to maintain her pride. "Now that's a compliment I like to hear. Hopefully next time there's a party, I'll get an outfit better for swing dancing."

"And hopefully I'll keep getting a body for it," Zetta grumbled. "It'd be a damn waste for you to show up ready for action and me to show up in my full literary glory."

"Yeah, let's hope for good costumes next go around," she agreed, grinning.

Zetta's faux-face frowned. "It pisses me off that--"

"Saevam iram, iram et dolorem! Saevam iram, iram et dolorem!"

"ZETTA BEAM!" A pair of frickin' lasers, to all appearances, lanced out of his eyes. As the chorus exploded, Zetta turned back to Tenaya. "It pisses me off not having a body, I tell you."

Tenaya started thinking--hard enough that she didn't even notice the destruction of the chorus again. There were a lot of spare parts at Venjix Palace that she hadn't done anything with, including half-finished Grinders. With a little work, and something to bypass their operating system...

"You wouldn't happen to know how to upload yourself into something, would you?" she asked. "Or possess it?"

"That's pretty much what I'm doing now," Zetta said disconsolately. "I had to confine my soul to the Sacred Tome or else my Netherworld would have been destroyed, and me with it. If I released my soul from it now, I'd die."

It'd been a good thought, and he was honestly happy she'd put some mental effort into it, even if it couldn't work.

Great. That was terrific.

"Well, there goes that plan," Tenaya answered. "I had some spare robot parts. I figured that might do at least as a stopgap."

"Hey, I sure don't mind the thought. Though it might be difficult for a body that isn't mine to hold my mana power," he added as the thought occurred to him. "But I'm guessing I won't get my body back till I can rebuild my Netherworld, and even the Overlord-class people on this ship don't seem to have the mana power necessary to do that easily at all."

"Just another thing to look forward to," she said dryly.

"I'll give you something to look forward to," Zetta said with reflexive horribleness.

"But hey," he continued more seriously. "Winning after all this has happened will just make the victory that more awesome."

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