+ Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright! | OPEN +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE (if they want to live)
Where: EVERYWHERE (inside the mansion, knocking on doors)
When: 6/24 - 6/27
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: The Summerween Trickster has made his decree - Trick or treat...or die! This is a mingle log for Trick-or-Treating!
The Story:



On the morning of the 24th, everyone will find that the mansion was inexplicably decorated for Halloween...sort of. The idea behind the decorations is mostly the same, except that every jack-o-lantern is made out of a watermelon instead of a pumpkin. No, this is SUMMERWEEN.

For the first day it will be harmless enough, just a change in décor and a little spooky summer fun. However, by the second day there will be sightings of the Summerween Trickster, a creepy fellow made entirely out of unpopular loser candy, and he is not happy. In the entrance hall, there will be a giant jack-o-melon container with a counter and a count-down clock ticking away to the end of the event.

Your job, Wonderland, is to trick-or-treat for your lives. You have until the end of the event to deliver one million pieces of candy to the jack-o-melon before the end of the event, to appease the Summerween Trickster.

What was that? You'll just sit this out and wait for the event to end? I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, the Summerween Trickster could be lurking around any corner. If he catches someone not fully embracing the spirit of Summerween (refusing to trick or treat, not wearing a costume, etc), they will not survive the experience. The Trickster will kill them and swallow them whole, making them part of his horrible loser candy body.

More details about trick or treating can be found here. This is a mingle post for trick-or-treating, if you'd rather use this than make a post! [Brackets] or prose are both welcome.

Comments

[mettatonvevo]

[He can't help but look at her a little skeptically. Does she really not know?]

Darling, that's probably because you're not wearing a costume. You're not fulfilling the terms of the whole contract, so to speak. Watch this.

[He approaches one of the doors nearby. Is it empty in there? He doesn't care. He knocks and strikes a pose.]

Trick or treat~! ♥

[The door, after a moments thought, spits out five Jolly Ranchers and a note with the word STOP written on it in block letters. He laughs.]

The mansion seems to hate it when I do that pose, but since I'm doing everything right, it can't stop giving me candy. But see? That's how you do it.

[didntknowbest]

Ah. I... see.

[Something about that display was... ever so slightly unsettling. Somehow, she feels like maybe she agrees with the mansion on that one.]

I suppose I assumed that the costume was optional, and that just knocking on the doors would have been enough! I did not really know what to dress up as, anyway.

[mettatonvevo]

Oh no, sweetheart, you need to wear a costume or that Trickster will certainly hunt you down and eat you.

[He considers for a moment leaving her to it; He's sure she'll figure out something for a costume and if she doesn't, well... maybe that wouldn't be so bad.]

I'm sure you have had some ideas! Like maybe a dog, or a bunny?

[He can't hold back the grin at the thought of Toriel in a bunny suit. It is... certainly an image.]

[didntknowbest]

Oh. I suppose I should probably do that then...

[She frowns a bit- getting eaten by some kind of candy monster certainly sounds like something that she'd like to avoid.]

I did not really give it much thought at all, really. I am not entirely sure how I would go about dressing up like that, honestly. I do not have very much experience with this holiday.

[mettatonvevo]

[She really doesn't have any clue here, does she? He thinks again about the merits of helping versus the merits of leaving, and how he could play off either scenario, when he hears a loud shuffling noise down the hall from whence he came. He keeps his composure for the most part, but he is coiled tight like a spring on the inside as he strains to hear more.

It wasn't his imagination. Something large and heavy is coming their way.

That's it. No more dawdling.]

Well, it seems that you are in need of assistance! I will be happy to help you if you will step with me into my room! That way we can work more on getting you to wear a costume to fit the Summerween Spirit™!

[He says the last part a little louder than the rest of the sentence, not waiting for Toriel to agree as he takes her by the wrist and pulls her to his room, shutting the door behind them with a rather loud click!]

[didntknowbest]

[What a strange sound... Toriel leans over to the side slightly, trying to look past Mettaton- though she doesn't see much of anything before he tugs her abruptly into the room.]

I am not entirely sure that much force was needed, but... thank you for looking out for me, I suppose?

[She tries not to rub at her wrist TOO much- doesn't want him to think he hurt her or anything.]

So, how should I go about doing this, then?

[mettatonvevo]

[He can't help but be silently relieved that they are now safe inside his room and away from what was probably the Trickster. Though, safe is a relative term, since he doesn't know if it could burst in if it thinks they're not participating well enough. Well, costume selection is well within the realms of Summerween spirit, is it not?

He hopes so. For their sake.]

There are a number of ways to start the process! [He begins to circle her, looking up and down, thinking.]

Do you have any favorite animals? Plants? Fairy tales? Oh, how about favorite colors?

[didntknowbest]

Hm... I do not think I have a favorite animal, but I am fond of water sausages and golden flowers. I do not think those would be good to dress up as, though.

My favorite color, of course, has always been purple.

[She gestures down to her robes for emphasis.]

[mettatonvevo]

[He can't help but grin a little wickedly.]

What? I think being a water sausage would be fantastic! We could even use your ears as the fluffy part on top! Just prop them straight up and stick on a lot of black fluff, and presto! Water sausage!

[He shakes his head, chuckling lightly.]

I kid, no, that would be terrible. No, we need something befitting of your image!

[He looks at her robes intensely for a moment.]

Hmm. Why don't we add some more colors to that palette? Expand your color range? How do you feel about the color... pink?

[didntknowbest]

[Toriel's expression is... yeah, it's safe to say that she does not approve of the water sausage costume, and is relieved when Mettaton confesses that he's joking.]

Yes, I certainly agree. I would hope for something at least a little more dignified than that.

Pink is a nice color, though! I do not have any problems with pink.

[mettatonvevo]

All right, pink and purple, pink and purple...

[He stops circling, and starts musing out loud.]

I suppose we could dress you up as a flower if we were truly desperate... but how would we ask the closet for that...

[didntknowbest]

I think that, maybe, dressing up as a plant is not a very good idea.

[While not as bad as the previous option, it'd probably run into the same issue of being completely ridiculous. Toriel herself, is having a bit of a difficult time thinking of anything, tapping her chin. When she thinks of what she wants to be, she keeps thinking 'teacher', but... teachers don't really dress in any particular way, do they? And that's more of a career goal than a costume, anyway.]

[mettatonvevo]

You're right. It's not. Hm.

[He looks at the closet, unconsciously mimicking Toriel by tapping his chin.]

Oh! How about something like a... superhero? Or a librarian? A librarian seems more your style!

[didntknowbest]

I suppose those might work, though I am not terribly sure how either one of them dresses.

[She's heard a little about superheroes from... some children from the surface, but. Not a very large amount, and has never actually seen any of the comics that they apparently originate from. The librarian costume seems to have a very similar issue as the teacher, in that she's not quite sure if there's a uniform for them.]

[mettatonvevo]

Well, a superhero has the classic mask and cape, along with bright and possibly garish colors, so that may be less of a good fit. Now a Librarian, they have the glasses, the button-up collared shirt, the sweater and the pencil skirt! That seems more like your style, yes?

[He's already turning to the closet as he says this, contemplating what, exactly, to ask it for.]

[didntknowbest]

I am not sure if that second part is true... the last librarian I met had a sweater and glasses, yes, but I do not think they had the rest of that outfit!

[Of course, that was quite a while ago by now... but somehow she doubts that sweaters have gone out of style in Snowdin.]

[mettatonvevo]

Oh, well of course it isn't true, it's a movie stereotype! That makes it easily recognizable in real life. Regardless of what we go with in terms of what a librarian wears, you're going to need some shoes!

[He thinks really hard for a moment as he looks at the closet. In a blink of an eye, two bright pink high-heeled boots appear outside of it. He picks them up and turns to her, grinning.]

I'm 90% sure these are in your size, but if they aren't, I'll get another pair, darling.

[didntknowbest]

Oh. My apologies, I have not seen very many movies.

[Toriel looks down at the boots- then down at her own feet, big and fluffy and uncovered.]

I do not usually wear shoes, but I suppose if it is for the costume, then I could try and adjust.

[mettatonvevo]

It's quite all right! No one has seen every movie.

[He puts the boots down in front of her, turning back to the closet and thinking.]

Now, you're going to need the sweater... but we don't want just any old boring sweater! You need something with flare and interest! Something that brings a more... fashion forward way of thinking!

[didntknowbest]

[Ah, right... Yes, she'll just... put these on then. Although it is a bit uncomfortable putting her feet into them, and... well, Toriel is handling herself with all the grace of someone who's never worn high heels in her life, wobbling a bit as she takes a few steps and having to lean against a wall to keep herself from falling.]

It seems as if you know considerably more about fashion than I do, so I think that maybe I will leave the sweater up to you as well.

...Are you certain the boots are necessary, though?

[mettatonvevo]

[He doesn't turn around, instead opting to continue eyeing the closet like it was a lion and he was the lion tamer.]

You're putting your trust into the right hands. And yes, darling, we can't have you fading into the background like some common houseplant, you need to shine!

[His glare at the closet grows.]