it's halloween, lo-ween, everybody!

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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!

Comments

[consider8]

Thanks to Mami, Eight was now dressed in a very fine witch's hat and she was able to fashion a quick black dress.

The answer to that question is obvious. "Because it's fun!" And boy did Senku looked like he could learn a little more of what "fun" was right now.

[10billionpercent]

"I'm...sure it is, but I don't dance." Senku answered. "I was just listening to the music."

Which, shockingly, was not really something he did either typically. He was already branching out!

[consider8]

"Hmmmm~" A sly smirk came across Eight's face. "You don't dance, or you don't know how to dance?"

Ahh, but that didn't seem like the type of thing that would get him riled. "Remaining ignorant of something you don't know how to do is hardly scientific."

[10billionpercent]

He chuckled lightly. "I'd say both." He responded wiht a bit of a shrug.

"Maybe not, but I'm not that interested in the science of sports."

[consider8]

"Is it because you are afraid you might be bad at it?" She didn't quite understand not wanting to know something. Having spent many years being unaware of so much didn't exist, knowing that something exists was far more preferable.

Why wouldn't you try something new? At the very least you find out you don't like it.

[10billionpercent]

"Oh, I'm not afraid." Senku said with a bit of a laugh. "I already know I'm going to be bad at it, like all sports."

[consider8]

And with that she leaned forward a soft smile on her face. "Could I convince you to dance with me because I really want to dance with you?"

[10billionpercent]

He stared a moment, as he parsed that and then blinked.

"Not really, but if you're not going to drop it, I guess I have no choice." Senku sighed and got up.

[consider8]

"Just think of it as you owing me a favor."

And with his consent, the octogirl grabs hold of both of Senku's arms and takes him out to the dance floor.

[10billionpercent]

"Ack!" He was a bit startled, but he didn't complain, he just went with her momentum, it was going to be so much easier that way, wasn't it?

"What favour do I owe you?" He did ask, because he didn't remember owing her one.

[consider8]

"Huh?" She paused giving him a look. "Oh! Sorry, the other way around. I would owe you a favor."

I mean, fair's fair, right? And she was pretty sure she'd be okay with owing Senku one later.

[10billionpercent]

"Ah, well then, I'd better put my best effort into it." Senku grinned. He loved it when people owed him favours.

At least, they didn't regret it too much.

[consider8]

There was no possible way owing Tenku would be worse than running the Kamabo Corporation's metro. Besides, she was reasonably confident that anything he'd request her to do would be something she'd want to do anyway.

Holding both of his hands, she waits for the song to die down before the next one starts. Bouncing on her toes in rhythm of the song, her eyes turn to Tenku with a smile. Start him off easy. A simple box step into a slow spin.

Let's see what she was working with, here.

[10billionpercent]

He would try, but she was working with a complete disaster. Senku wasn't terribly graceful, nor was he attuned to the music at all.

Eight would be correct if she wondered if he spent any time at all listening to music in the first place.

The answer was - not much.

[consider8]

Oh. Oh wow. She's... she's sorry. No! It's too early to apologize for bringing on this disaster!! She can salvage this.

Yeah, you know what, baby steps. Can you at least do this, Senku?

[10billionpercent]

He probably could do the motions, but he was a bit stiff and still somehow out of time with the beat.

"....I really don't dance." He said by way of explanation. Schools had dances and things...he never attended. Obviously.

[consider8]

Something tells her there's more to it then that. She hopes.

"How come?"

[10billionpercent]

He thought about that for a moment, giving it some thought.

"Well, it's the kind of thing you do with people, which I'm not exactly good at, at least when that sort of thing was happening." His friends probably would've attended, he was more interested in his scientific pursuits.

"I haven't been terribly interested, and I'm not good at physical anything." He didn't know what was going on there, but it had always been the case. "So I wasn't really interested in trying."

[consider8]

She wasn't satisfied with that answer, but was starting to get the feeling that Senku didn't care if she did or not. Here was a man with a singular pursuit and would tune out all that did not fit the pursuit of knowledge and discovery. It would be admirable, were it not for the many other wonderful things that did not fit that narrow mold.

Nor was she going to let get away just yet. She extended her hands out to him. "Show me your hands."

[10billionpercent]

He was branching out ever so slightly, at least, he'd made friends. That was an accomplishment for him.

He would however agree, holding out his hands. "Alright." He at least, was expecting her to grab them or something this time.

His hands themselves were unremarkable, but he had callouses, he was fairly rough on them.

[consider8]

She did indeed grab them. Softly. She was going to try one last thing: this was as simple as simple could get.

There was no art, and hardly any rhythm. Just a gentle sway of their hands, following the tempo of the music. Her hips swayed -- she couldn't help it the song was catchy -- but she had no expectation that Senku would follow along.

No, the only thing he needed to do was not resist. She was willing to do the rest of the work.

[10billionpercent]

This, at least, Senku could accomplish. He might still look a bit out of his comfort zone, but he let her sway their hands together easily enough.

"This is all I have to do?" He asked, a bit perplexed not just because it was unusual, but because he was sure there was more to this.

[consider8]

"Dancing isn't about fancy moves or showing off." Well, all of the time. "It's about letting yourself experience a moment and let the sounds and rhythm move you."

"If science is about understanding the world, then physical activity is part of living in it." In fact, doing this reminds her of a memory. A distant, hazy reminded to a time before all of this, when an octomom was showing her octochild the joys of movement and song.

It was a warm reminder, indeed.

[10billionpercent]

"I'm not very good at that." Senku admitted rather bluntly. "Also, I don't do physical activity because my body can't take it."

He sighed. "I force it, all the time, when necessary. But I don't typically do it for fun. This isn't so bad though. It's not taxing, or anything."

[consider8]

Her eyes furrowed, repeating the words that he said. "Your body can't take it..."

What did that mean?