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[bu773rfly]

Who: All troublemakers and part-time ghouls [that means open]

Where: The movie room, then the Quad

When: The very night of Halloween!

What: Get SPOOKY, get SLEEPY, get STUPID, it's a sleepover costume party.

Content Warning: none for the post; byocw (bring your own content warnings)

[It starts a few nights before, with a network post.]

10.27.xx 19:28:16 un:hudie

20:00....Halloween night...the movie room...

You'd better be there. You'd better be in costume.

10.27.xx 19:29:43 un:akapassionista

I can't wait to see everyone's Halloween costumes!! ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o～♪♪

[You'd better. Because it's a party!

Kaede and Erika have dressed the room up for the spookiest night of the year. It's nothing professional - lights dimmed, music playing, store-bought balloons with jack-o-lantern faces on them, paper cutouts in pumpkin and ghost shapes stuck to the wall. A "bat" is fluttering around, but if you squint, it's actually just Erika's familiar with black paper stuck to her wings. There's some kind of plastic tub in the corner full of water and...apples? Is it supposed to be bobbing for apples? All in all, it has some kind of DIY charm to it all.

Of course, everyone's actually here for the refreshments, and there's plenty of those. Some Bender specials, mostly the non-enchanted fare, but you might find a couple of the milder curses and blessings on the table. Bowls of popcorn and chips and every other genre of snack food you can scrounge up at Fantasy Costco. Candy galore. A modest assortment of Faerunian treats familiar from missions. Paper cups and plates and napkins. Soda bottles and a water pitcher and a few big bowls of punch. (One is labeled "alcoholic". Be ye ware.)

And by the way, costumes really are mandatory. There's a sign out front saying so. If you came unprepared, there's a bin of costume components outside to choose from, capes and headbands and masks and whatnot, but they might not coordinate well. If you think you're getting in without making an effort, Kaede and Erika (themselves dressed in bargain bin warlock and bard kit, respectively) are ready and waiting to chase you down and apply whatever degree of force or Sleep they need to correct the issue, with costume accessories and water-resistant face paint in hand.


About two hours into things, the two get everyone's attention and move the party outside to the Quad. Out there they've got a campfire going, picnic blankets spread out for sitting on, ingredients for s'mores laid out, and...pumpkins! And tools for carving or painting them. A sign out by the campfire announces a contest for the best decorated pumpkins, but nobody ever comes along to apply judging standards, so everyone's just free to show off their creation.

Things wind down a little after midnight. You can head on home...or just sleep out here, between blankets under the stars. It's that cozy kind of night.]

Comments

s'mores, whomstever

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church has a memory of s'mores. Whether it's real or not, or his or not, he would rather not consider right at this very moment okay thanks. Being that he's a robot, it really doesn't matter to him one way or another.

Except now he misses eating s'mores. God damn it.

Still! The guy in the cliched white ghost sheet, who is clearly wearing blue armor whenever he moves or lifts his arms, shuffles on over with some excitement.]

Oh oh! Hey, I bet you don't even need a fire to get that shit nice and gooey! Here, I wanna try something.

[He digs his hands out from under the sheet and holds them out, palms up.] I got some magic I've been playing around with.

just aziraphale!

[eastofeden]

[ Aziraphale looks up, eyes widening with delight at Church's costume. ]

Oh! A spoooky ghost!

[ He waves his hands a bit for emphasis, clearly thrilled, and only more so when Church mentions magic. Never mind that Aziraphale can also do actual real magic now, and had always been capable of miracles, he still loves seeing it in action. ]

Of course, what - what do you need? Ah - [ He looks around, rummaging for the marshmallows. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He doesn't know what KIND of magic anyone has! Maybe fluffy sweet boy here's an alchemist, and maybe tall dark and incredibly skinny's a ranger, do those guys even have magic, who knows, not Church!]

Well...maybe let's not melt marshmallows and chocolate directly on my hands. Tell you what, slap a s'more together and I'll toast that thing all together right before your eyes.

[eastofeden]

Oh yes, of course.

[ He's getting some idea of what Church has in mind here, and it seems like an ill-advised absolutely brilliant idea. Aziraphale hurries to gather the s'more components, carefully assembling it and then presenting it proudly. ]

How's this?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Perfect! Now I'm gonna sandwich that sucker... [Between his hands as god intended.] Go Go Gadget Burning Hands. [you don't--church you don't have to say anything why are you this]

I don't know how long to--ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--

[You ever watch Red Hot Nickel Ball? The good news is that the chocolate and marshmallow melt pretty quickly. However, the cracker? Is toast. Like, literally, it's like charring toast very quickly. And all that sugar in the sweets starts to bubble and blacken, and when Church opens up his hands again, it's...not a pretty sight. Definitely inedible.]

...Well...that didn't go exactly to plan...

[eastofeden]

Oh my goodness.

[ Honestly Aziraphale what were you expecting to happen. He's been sitting here making s'mores for half an hour, he should know how it works by now.

But he doesn't falter for long. After a moment of staring in dismay at the mess in Church's hands, he brightens again, reaching for his trusty toasting stick and sticking marshmallows on top. ]

Not to worry, my dear, we'll simply try again! Marshmallows only this time, yes?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Uh...right! Right, just a marshmallow, I can definitely do that.

[Maybe. Probably. Maybe probably if he doesn't put his hands on it you stupid fuck--just...cup gently around the marshmallows.]

I can be like a portable heater? I guess? That's not a bad power to have. I mean, so's melting things, but, so long as I don't touch the flammable things, it works?

[eastofeden]

I think it's a wonderful power. Think how cozy you'lll be in the wintertime.

[ This is more of a consideration for cocoa-loving angels living in London than AI ghosts living in unchanging box canyons, but never mind. He holds his marshmallows over Church's hands, turning them gently just as he had over the flames. ]

Oh, look at that, how lovely, it's working!

[motherfucking_ghost]

[There's something...uplifting about the way Az is so delighted. Logically speaking, yeah, of course this should work so long as he doesn't get too close, like any fire or heat-based thing. And maybe if it was someone else, he might take it as patronizing or sarcastic.

But gosh darn, it's said so earnestly with such a smile, he actually feels good about it himself.]

Haha, yeah! I'm a portable fireplace! Bonfire in my hands, ready to help toast some deliciousness right up! Maybe when I put more practice into it, I might be able to control the temperature I go at? So I could actually toast a s'more without it...going to shit in my hands.

[eastofeden]

It's certainly worth the effort, I think. You're already doing very well.

[ And the marshmallow currently roasting over Church's hands is actually looking pretty good, the outside turning a crisp golden brown as the middle slowly turns to goo. Aziraphale waits until it looks perfect, then carefully withdraws it and smooshes it between graham crackers and chocolate before offering it to Church. ]

Here. You must try it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, uh, I couldn't. Really. Or uh.........can't. Physically. Do that.

God, I miss s'mores now. And eating. Have you ever done something and did it well and then you stopped having the ability to do it anymore? Like, I dunno, you played piano then fucked up your hands and now you can't play the keys anymore? It's kind of like that.

[eastofeden]

Oh.

[ He can't relate at all, actually, but he doesn't need to in order to be hit with the full force of Church's predicament. Not able to eat? He looks absolutely devastated. ]

I'm so...so sorry, my dear, I had no idea.

[ He looks sorrowfully down at the s'more - cooling and becoming less perfect with every passing second - and then back up at Church. ]

You're...sure? Perhaps things will work differently for you here.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's--man, it's okay? It's not that big of a deal. Like yeah, I kinda miss it, but I don't miss other bodily functions involved with eating.

Pretty, uh, really sure I still don't eat here given I just. like. popped my helmet open to dump jellyfish juice all up in my very mechanical insides and prayed it wouldn't rust anything?

So totally have the s'more, dude. You won't hurt my feelings, promise.

[eastofeden]

Well...

[ He still looks downcast. Imagine not being able to eat. It sounds horrible, even of Church doesn't technically need sustenance any more than Aziraphale does. Or had, before he'd come here.

Still. There's no sense in letting good food go to waste. ]

If you insist.

[ He takes a bite, closing his eyes and moaning in satisfaction. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He doesn't even technically have a mouth, where's he gonna put a s'more? He stares for a moment at Aziraphale as he eats. Really?]

Oh my god, dude, those are not the kind of sounds I need to hear! Do you wanna be alone with the snack?

[eastofeden]

[ What's the problem, Church, Crowley's never complained about this. Azriaphale looks surprised, and then guilty as he swallows. He's not quite sure what he's done wrong, but there's clearly something. ]

I...I beg your pardon, I'm not quite sure what you mean.

[ He said he was fine with Aziraphale eating the s'more so?? ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

My dude. You sounded like you were enjoying that s'more a little too much.

...

Like in a sexual way, man.

[eastofeden]

[ Aziraphale looks scandalized, flushing in embarrassment. ]

Don't - don't be ridiculous!

[ With an effort, he pulls himself together, drawing himself up with a disapproving frown. Look at you, Church, you're definitely the one being inappropriate right now, with these accusations. ]

There's nothing wrong with enjoying food, my dear boy.