The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash

[assistanting]

Who: April Ludgate-Dwyer and everyone ever
Where: Realside Ballroom
When: HALLOWEEN
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: ITS A HALLOWEEN PARTY
The Story:






[it's no secret that halloween is april's favorite holiday - she'd been planning this since her network post in september. she'd been ignoring the network and the tapping on her own mirrors in favor of just having this one stupid thing, and she really does go all out. it's a testament to the fact that when april puts her mind to something she can do anything she wants (with the help of a few gracious wonderlanders, and the magic here) and somewhere, leslie is just so proud, she's probably exploding. gross.

when characters arrive, they'll find the ballroom transformed into a creepy halloween paradise - tons of pumpkins, fake spider web (or is it???), fake dead bodies (or are they???), and a plethora of other decorations carefully handpicked by april. she didn't just ask the ballroom to do this, she worked out every detail.

there's an open bar and more candy than you ever needed in your life, plus a bunch of different Halloween themed food (spagehtti for brains, apples for bobbing). there's a dance floor playing a mix of mostly halloween music but also some other stuff even she can concede her taste in german death reggae isn't for everyone. and honestly, she actually wants people to have a really good time.

april is dressed up as moritica addams from the addams family and will actually be around mingling with people and being sociable - maybe that's the true horror of the holiday.]

Comments

[powerofmabel]

[Mabel pokes Stan in the ribs with her plunger.] I think that still counts for half a point. Look at its face. Aww.

[Leave it to Mabel to find the adorable in horrifying things.] They'd be so cute if they weren't trying to eat everybody.

[charlastan]

[Stan returns the favor and prods her with his pitchfork, which makes a nice clang against her costume.]

Kid, you think everything with a face is cute. And sometimes it don't even need that much for you to gush about it!

[powerofmabel]

I appreciate the beauty of all things- even you, old man. [whap goes the plunger against his leg as she giggles about the clanging noise his pitchfork makes against her dress.]

[charlastan]

Hey, watch it! I know a suck up when I see one.

[He's grinning though, because he loves when the kids suck up to him. It's almost like real sincere compliments if he squints enough!]

Sheesh, can you even feel anything through that? [He thwacks the pitchfork against her skirt a couple more times, part to see if it makes different noises but mostly because it's making her laugh.] You could prolly play this thing like a steel drum.

[powerofmabel]

[excuse you, mabel pines is always 100% sincere, you bridge troll. :|]

Nope! It's like I planned ahead for the lizard invasion. Nothing can get through this impenetrable shield dress!

[She frowns at his assessment and picks up an abandoned fork on the floor and proceeds to test his theory. The fork makes a satisfying pinging noise that lights her face up.] What d'you know? I'm the drum of the lizardpocalypse!

[charlastan]

[Shush, just take your suck up points and be happy with them.]

That's great, Sweetie. Exactly what I was hopin' to hear.

[Because you see, the lizards are starting to swarm again. This party is quickly descending into reptilian chaos and they need to scram. So Stan takes her firmly by the shoulders and turns her around, and without actually explaining his plan he shouts over her head and into the crowd.]

Alright, everyone outta the way! Steel drum band comin' through, MOVE IT! One, two, three, four!

[And Stan starts nudging her forward like she's a riot shield and smacking the side of her skirt with his pitchfork. He's not really a musician, but his aim is less to sound good and more to be as loud as possible, to try and startle any lizards and stragglers out of their path. And hey, if that doesn't work he can always hoist Mabel up and run like hell.]

[powerofmabel]

[Fortunately, Mabel is an expert in running around in attire that it should be feasibly impossible to run around in, so as Stan clangs away, she proceeds to whack any lizards that aren't deterred by the sound with her plunger.]

Watch your heads! Flying lizards incoming! [WHACK. She winces as one lizard strikes somebody and calls out, in an attempt to be supportive.] Walk it off! I think they're allergic to a lack of fear!

[maybe...]

[charlastan]

[Stan cackles at that, prouder than ever.] You're darn right they are!

[It isn't long at all before they hit the edge of the crowd at that rate. What a great team they are, with their combined weirdness! Pines, Pines, Pi--!

...Wait, shit.] Wait, wait. Where the heck's your brother?!

[powerofmabel]

[oh poopsticks.

Mabel makes a show of looking around.] Maybe he already left. You know how he gets about parties when there aren't enough cute redheads around...

[charlastan]

[Stan squints at her, in the hopes that maybe if she's lying and he scrutinizes her hard enough she'll crack and tell the truth...but, when she doesn't immediately, he shrugs.]

Fair enough. He prolly ditched before the lizards even turned up.

[Otherwise he'd be right here kicking their scaly butts with him and Mabel.]

[powerofmabel]

[her poker face is terrifying, because it just looks like her normal face, all smiles and lack of concern.]

Want me to go find him? I have like super Dipper radar. [she places her hands at the side of her head to imitate her... laser focus I guess.] I'll have 'em back in no time.

[charlastan]

[Someday when Mabel's old enough, Stan is going to take her to Vegas with that poker face and they're going to make a fortune.

But for now she's convincing enough, so he rolls his eyes and lets her go.] Yeah, yeah. Just get him back quick before one of those dumb lizards tries to eat him alive or somethin'.