voidtreckerexpress | it's halloween, lo-ween, everybody!

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it's halloween, lo-ween, everybody!

Who: Everyone's Invited!
Where: Various decorated carriages!
When: Horseshoe 31.
What: Della is hosting a Halloween party! Come for treats, tricks, and trouble!
Warnings: N/A, will update it needed.

The room is dark…why aren’t the lights on? But as the doors fully open, a voice begins laughing darkly…

… although if you’ve ever heard the voice of Della Duck, you’ll recognize her immediately.

“Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange?”

Suddenly there’s a big THUD as someone drops from the ceiling, the lights flash on, and Della herself, dressed as a zombie – ripped apart clothes, fake blood here and there, drawn on scars - wiggles her fingers before laughing joyfully. “Happy Halloween, everybody! Let’s party!”

Tasty Treats

A big buffet table of candy and punch has been laid out! Mini chocolate bars and multi-colored lollipops, gummy worms and candy corn, all sorts of sweet and sour shenanigans, ghost-shaped cookies and mummy-looking muffins! There’s plenty to eat, with absolutely no healthy alternatives.

There are also small wrapped bags of candy with the letters “T.o.T” written on them. If someone tells you, “Trick or Treat!” you have to share your candy! Or keep it to yourself, you monster.

Haunted House

Thanks to Seto Kaiba’s projections, a neighboring carriage has been converted into a Haunted House! While it’s all a trick on the eyes, it gives the illusion that there are several floors of spookiness. Each floor has a different theme –

#1 Serial Seriousness – Every so often, a masked intruder pops out at you, with long claws or chainsaw, ready to give chase! Be careful, or you’ll be the next victim!

#2 Zombie Zaniness – Moans and groans of the undead can’t be unheard. Rotting arms will try to swipe at you through the floorboards!

#3 Ghostly Games – You can see through them, and they can see you too! Each mirror reflects a different dastardly demon!

#4 Deadly Doctors – In this hospital, it’s not the awful health insurance that’ll kill you! Beware the bloody nurses and their extra big needles!\

#5 Fishy Fears - … Wait, what? … Okay, this last floor was clearly designed by Della. It’s like Under the Sea, but with sharks and octopi and kraken - and Della insists this is the worst floor.

Feel free to have your characters braving the house, or trying to scare people within!

Dance Floor

If being haunted isn’t your thing, nothing wrong with getting your groove on! Ask DJ Della what kind of song you’d like to play, and she’s happy to put on the list, from a classic Monster Mash to something more somber and soulful for you slow-dancing-romantic-vampire-types.

Turnip Carving
… Look, they didn’t have pumpkins. Anyway, you’re encouraged to carve scary and silly faces in these veggies! There is a contest, but everyone will be a winner, from “Most Realistic” to “Most Depressing” !

Movie Mania
Kick back and relax – and be horrified – at the otherworldly horror films! Like the horrific monster mime, “That”, the relentless umpire-mask wearing killer, “Monday the 20th”, and the endless array of the undead, “Midmorning Of The Not Wholly Alive”!

Some of you awful people might be thinking of popping up and scaring the theater-goers and this is /winkwinknudgenudge/ totally not approved. /plausible deniability/

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark
In one secluded, quiet, and verrry dark carriage, lit only by candles, here you are encouraged to tell the scariest stories you can think of! What eerie legends will you share from your world, or do you dare to make it up as you go along?

Make your own top-level, and happy haunting!

Also, if your character would like to dress up, costumes are available for this night only!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Tournament, tournament, tournament!" With eeach symbol, Della clapped merrily.

She sighed. It figured, she supposed.

"Well, it all started when my master sent me out on my first mission. I was supposed to go to Soron to look for evidence of the Black Cepters. So I got myself settled into this inn. The town was packed, because there was an annual Cepter tournament that was about to start, I was lucky to get a room. I went downstairs to start investigating and blending in."

"To stuff her face," Goligan interjected.

"Who is telling this story, you or me?" she asked, grumpily.

"Clearly both of us."

She huffed a bit. She reached for some candy, then changed her mind. This was one of the few memories that could halt even her appetite.

"Anyway, I was about to have my first real meal off the island in years when this bug guy slams into my table, sending the food flying. I caught most of it... until the lobster hit me on the head."

"Which was when Najaran, oblivious until then that the guy was making trouble in general, lost her temper. Not because he was harassing the staff. But because he spilled her food."

"Wait, he was doing what?" she asked, surprised.

Clearly this part of the story was up to Goligan. "So Najaran, losing her temper stands up to the guy. He pulls out his Cards, summoning some goblins and threatening us. So of course Najaran's temper snapped even more and she summoned Knight."

"I don't like bullies," she mumbled, looking down, puffing her cheeks a bit.

(The story is long so breaking it into bits so you have a chance to react. :D)

"I bet you kicked his tail feathers!" Della cheered, already 100% on board for this story. "Bullies should always get what they deserved!"

She gave a weak little laugh. "Actually I only had Knight, he had his full Book. I was kind of bluffing. Another Cepter, Sir Owen came in and told us that if we really wanted to fight, we should do it in the tournament. Next thing I knew, I was signed up. I faced Chimeno, the bully, in the first round. It... was not great," she admitted.

She rubbed the back of her head, sheepish.

"Anyway, I beat Chimeno," she said, side stepping that whole match, if Della would let her get away with it, "and our battle ended quickly. I guess. Since the other two first round battles were still going, Goligan and I checked out the celebrations, which was why we weren't near the arena when it was attacked..."

"The important thing is you won." She said with a dismissive hand - and, luckily (?) for Najaran, that last sentence fully distracted her. "Attacked? Attacked by what?"

"The important thing is NOT winning," Goligan said emphatically. "It is HOW you win or HOW you lose."

Najaran chose to follow the thread Della was following rather than letting Goligan get into lecture mode.

"His name is Zeneth, the Dragon-eyed. He used a powerful card called Tempest against the people still fighting, just to prove he was the best," she was still angry at him for that. "Lots of people got hurt. I got back as soon as I could, cause I could see the attack even from where I was. And I thought maybe he was one of the Black Cepters. But it turns out he's not. I was about to fight him to get him to stop attacking innocent people when..."

She shuddered.

"The person who showed up looked like an ice cream cone was melting all over his robes. His hat was this weird cone and his face was all round and droopy and he had these marks on his face like cherries sliding down melted whipped cream. He told Zeneth that if he wanted to prove he was the best he should join the tournament. He was supposed to be the Lord of Soron, but he didn't care that Zeneth had hurt all those people. He seemed excited about it, actually. So Zenith agreed to come back the next day, planning to kill whoever was left..." she shuddered.

How horrifying! How terrifying! HOW COOL!

"What a monster!" She said with excitement. "Did he really leave and come back?"

Well one of them was a monster. Odd how it wasn't Zeneth.

She nodded. "He showed up. Everyone else who was still in the tournament dropped out. Most were either too injured or did not want to face him. The first thing he did was attack the judges, informing me he was out to play dirty. I did the best I could to keep him from having a chance to pull his Tempest card. Including attempting the spell Mutation on Goligan."

"There is a reason Najaran has been forbidden most spells," he said flatly.

"He um... kind of got arms and legs and lots and lots of muscles, and I thought for sure he'd win, but um... apparently Mutation has some horrible side effects..." she winced. That had... not been pretty. And not just because weird buff pseudo-human Goligan had no clothing, but had his staff body as an exterior spine that ended in a nub like a hard pointed tail off his back. It had been very creepy and Najaran shuddered, recalling it.

Goligan glared at her. "You only had to see it, I had to live it," he snapped, correctly diving her thoughts.

Najaran quickly moved on. "I summoned Knight, he summoned his monster, we each summoned a weapon and I tried to fight him directly to keep him from pulling Tempest. It almost worked too...."

Della had clenched fists, almost shaking in eager anticipation with each detail... except, oh no. Don't tell her this story had a bad ending.

"Almost worked? Why didn't it?"

"Knight was flagging, and it wasn't looking good, but he was able to overcome in the end. I turned to thank him and that gave Zeneth the opening," she said wincing, embarrassed. He got clear of our reach and pulled his spell card. I threw my last shield back for the audience to try and hide behind as best they could." She was warming to telling the story, learning how as she went by taking cues from Della's reactions.

"The winds swirled, building up as the card started to open. I was sure we were dead, and then suddenly... the chard shattered. That was why Sir Owen wasn't in the finals, he risked his life fighting Zeneth before our battle to rig the Tempest card with a Shatter. When Zeneth tried to use the spell it shattered. The blast back sent him flying."

"The card shattered?" Della repeated, startled, and amazed. "Wow! Talk about a major plot twist! I didn't even know those things could break!"

She nodded. "Shatter is a Culdcept card also. I'm not sure how long it takes a shattered card to be restored though. I know according to official rules you're not allowed to use a shattered card again in the same combat, but... Zeneth." She shrugged.

She sighed. "Well he wasn't exactly happy that his big destructive spell wasn't going to be of use. So he kind of found one that had a more narrow area of attack but... was almost as bad. Evil Blast."

Were there such things as Good Blasts? But maybe this wasn't the right time to ask. Focus on the now.

"How big was that bang?"

"Huge," she admitted. "I... might have tried to get my shield back, but it was too late. But then a voice called out to me, asking me to free it. It was the card I got from Chimeno after our battle. So I summoned it..." A card flew to her hand from the pouch behind her back and she held it up. The image that would give some hint as to what the card would summon was facing Najaran, leaving it a mystery. For the moment.

Della was already starving for answers about this cliffhanger. "What was it? What came out? Tell meeee!"

She flung the card into the air, posing dramatically as she did. The card burst open to reveal Cait Sith.

"Me-ow!" he said bowing deeply.

Della gasped... and then squeed. "Dawww! What a widdle cutie! Look at those squishy cheeks!"

Cait Sith made his way over and sat beside Della for the petting that was his due. Even if she was a bit gushy about it.

"Cait Sith gobbled up the spell, but he couldn't keep it down. So I spun him around and he blasted the spell right back at Zeneth. Well. Sort of. I kind of aimed up a bit. I mean, he was clearly a jerk, but probably not one of the Black Cepters. You know?"

Good boy is getting all the pettings and scritches.

"So... it was like, super magic vomit! Way to go, Sith!"

Najaran gave a weak grin. "Anyway, he was spent, I was spent. Rather that accept a draw, he swore to get me some day and left. So I kind of became the winner of the tournament. Which... was kind of when things got bad."

Della blinked, a little thrown off. "Wait... after all that, it actually got worse?"

"Yeah.... So, I won the tournament and that wasn't so bad. The Inn threw a big party with lots of yummy foods, but before i could eat much someone showed up and told me that the lord of Soron wanted to invite me to a feast. Apparently that was something he did after every tournament for the winner. So he wanted me for dinner..." she made a face. "sent a carriage and everything, I'd never seen anything so fancy." All the words seemed like happy enough things, but her voice sounded like someone describing her escort to the guillotine...

Della gave this some thought. "... Was it some sort of 'exact words' trick where he wanted to eat you?"

She nodded, shuddering. "And that wasn't even the worst of it..."

"How was that not the worst?!"

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