+ 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

Agent York | OTA

[howkickassiam]

    Costuming

There's one thing that York's convinced of—the best costumes are the homemade ones, the ones that have care and thought put into them. So when he learns the closets will give out costumes he completely dismisses taking that option. No, York actually goes to the effort of gathering the pieces he wants for the costume he intends to create. A colorful tunic and coordinating skintight leggings, a mask with cut eye holes, and a large piece of fabric for a cape complete his outfit.

"So, what do you think?" he says once he's dressed, showing off the costume with hands on his hips. "It's not supposed to be anyone specific," he adds. "Is this my color?"

    Recruitment

For those few who he's made connections with in the mansion so far, he makes it a point to come to their rooms and make sure they're out and about. No getting eaten for his friends. Besides, this whole thing is a hoot. "Come on," he wheedles when he finds out someone doesn't intend to participate. "I got all dressed up for this occasion, the least you can do is keep me from looking stupid."

    Knocking

There's a certain formula to making this work that York soon figures out. Timing is everything, as well as a nice, loud announcement of those magic words, "Trick or treat!" He goes around several of the floors, knocking firmly, holding open his pillowcase when the door opens. He's not averse to joining up with anyone else he meets along the way—the more the merrier, after all. "Let's try the next floor up!" he suggests when they run out of doors. "Beat you up there."

recruitment

[coverme]

This entire event is absolutely ridiculous in Carolina's opinion, and she has no real intention to participate. At all. Except York's at her door now, trying to get her to go with him. She stands there in the doorway, arms crossed, giving him a firmly skeptical look.

"You're going to look stupid whether I go with you or not," she points out, looking his costume up and down. That said, anyone is going to look stupid no matter what costume they pick--it's the middle of summer. Summer is not for Halloween. And Halloween is a ridiculous holiday already, anyway. There's silence for a few moments, then a huff and she rolls her eyes. "Give me a sec."

A few minutes later, the door is opening again, though instead of revealing Carolina in some kind of costume pulled out of the closet, she's...just dressed up in her armour. There is, however, one addition: a fake moustache taped just beneath her visor. That makes it more of a costume than just what she wears about half the time around here, right?

"Happy now?"

Tony Stark | OTA

[narcissistictendencies]

Summerween? Yeah, no. Tony didn't believe that was a thing and he didn't quite believe things were as dire as Trick-Or-Treat or die. But when a certain pirate stopped by and urged him to get his ass in gear and play the role to which he was being forced into, he caved. That and she did have some damn good whisky as an incentive.

So, said genius tossed together a costume. Why, you might ask, given his engineering skill and the closet's overly helpful need to supply costumes of all types, would he step out of his room dressed like a two-bit cosplayer? Why indeed. Fixed around his middle, is a metal trash bin, brush-steel in look. Down his legs and arms he wore metal-painted AC duct hosing. His shoes were painted the same, a pair of gloves also matching the metallic theme. Upon his head, a metallic funnel, while his face was painted silver. Yes, Tony Stark was dressed up as a bad Sci-Fi B movie robot. Or some cheap rendition of the Tin Man. At least he had the decency not to attach a plunger.

He hit a few doors, fetching him a few pieces of candy and a water balloon full of pumpkin pudding... that was not a treat, you cheap skate! The next person he meets in the halls will be greeted by a huffy genius made of tin.

"You think there's any merit to this whole Summerween thing?"

[thesamurai]

Michonne, in all of her Catwoman glory, is a door down when she hears him, looking over at his question. She's not thrilled about this either, but she's had to do worse to stay alive, so if all she has to do is say the same dumb as words over and over again while the time counts down on that counter? So be it.

"You brave enough to test the theory and see if you get eaten by something?" she counters.

robyn cousland ; ota

[heroica]

001. costume?

[ They'd explained, but it had still seemed... well, mildly absurd. It still does, musing over what might count as a "costume" to appeal a monster that had come to collect sweets from them. The Hero of Ferelden is thoroughly baffled, but she also can't help but be a little delighted. Despite the threat of death, the "Summerween" has most of the others in the mansion happier than usual, which is an incredibly refreshing change. Considering the events of the past few months, and even of the entirety of her time in Wonderland, this is overdue. More than overdue.

Also, she's a little sour about having missed the one party that had been thrown since her arrival. Of course she'd been off fighting the horde of darkspawn and the archdemon when there had been something fun happening!

Robyn smiles at herself in the mirror, glancing down at her usual, unexciting, Fereldan clothes. The smile fades into a stubborn frown as she turns and looks at herself from various angles, having already let it slip from her mind that the Mirrors - their Mirrors - could be watching. No, right now she's turning over dozens of ideas, none of which please her, for how to dress. Others have already begun, she's heard them at her door, but she can't go out and get involved without a costume! Wasn't the potential for harm a result of not being dressed impressively enough? ]

I'm not sure that I'll ever get it. [ The Warden sighs. Her mabari, Oren, is already dressed for the occasion. ]



002. trick or treat!

[ Finally! Robyn moves through the halls like a younger girl, or at least like someone who hadn't been grappling with her permanent death recently. The Warden is bright-eyed and laughing as she goes from door to door, usually tugging along another person or chatting animatedly with them, dog at her heels. This is clearly one of her elements, a happy and worry-free event with some surprises, though none of them really that bad. She's quick to grab the hand of a nearby person and pull them to the door or to crook her arm in theirs if they're an acquaintance or friend. Otherwise, strangers get smiles and greetings and conversation about the whole affair. ]

Does your world have something like this? [ She questions. To another, she says: ] It took me ages to decide what to wear, and... well, I didn't, actually. This was picked out. I've seen so many strange outfits, though; I'm still not sure I've done it right!

[ Robyn also offers the requisite "trick or treat" at the doors and before long has a good amount of candy. She's also been tricked, having been offered a single, clean sock, a ham bone (to the delight of the dog), and a small group of lizards which slipped from under the door and ran past her amidst her surprised yelp. ]

... That was unexpected.

[intelligently]

Of course you will.

( Lydia had complete confidence in her. Even those that didn't think they had any idea could always come up with something. They just needed to come up with an idea - that was always the harder part )

You've already gotten your dog fixed up. It shouldn't be too hard to find you something either.

( And maybe they could match )

Sarah Weller | OTA

[blackbirdsing]

tag to kurt, then jane

Summerween. Okay. Sarah laughs it off at first, until word starts trickling down that people are dying. Literally being eaten by a monster. She goes next door and bangs on her brother's door, worried about him, worried about being out in the open, wondering if the damn loser candy monster (????) can get into their rooms.

"Kurt! You really need to open your door. Now. Right now."

ota

She's only taking a little break to rest her feet, her haul of candy right at her feet. Her costume? Marie Antoinette, and while it was fun for a while, now it's just exhausting and she wants to take it off. But when she goes to the closet to get something different, she gets sexy (read: slutty) Marie Antoinette, and she cannot wear that when she's meeting up with her brother off and on.

Maybe she should give those to Jane.

In any case, when she sees people she's gotten to know, she's more than happy to break from shouting 'trick or treat!' and hang out for a few moments, or join their group for a while until she goes back to her brother just to make sure he knows she didn't die. Though honestly, she's more worried about him.

[startingpoint]

He'd been hoping for a quieter day today, some time to himself, avoiding people and the network. So when his sister knocks, he's almost tempted to ignore her, but he can't overlook the urgency in her voice. Something might be wrong, and in this place, that's always likely. So he gets up, opening the door, frowning in concern.

"What is it?"

Frisk | ota, will match whatever format

[determinedest]

Frisk fusses with the cheap wireframe-and-fake-feather wings they have pinned to their back, tongue sticking out between their teeth in concentration. One last double-check that all the pieces of their costume are there - white robe, white wings, and a golden circle held aloft above their head with some artfully arranged bobby pins - and then they're ready to be off.

"Charaaaa!" Frisk calls at the door to Room 12, "we're gonna miss the good chocolate!"

Three guesses as to what Chara's dressed as to match Frisk's angel costume. And the first two don't count.

Once the pair of them are set, they'll be trick-or-treating with a fervor, roaming all over the mansion.

[[ooc: Frisk and Chara will probably be twins-ing it up for most of Summerween. If you want just Frisk or both Terror Twins for a three-way thread, let me know c:]]

of course im slamming in here is anyone surprised

[fulllifeconsequences]

Okay, at first? They really weren't into this. They don't want to admit to being into this now, of course, because they aren't. Changing your mind entirely on your own without being told to clearly means a personal failing or being two-faced or not determined or something. Obviously. So they won't admit it.

But they allow themselves, just once, to look in the mirror as they clip on a fakey little wire tail. There are horns on their head. (Small and curved, like Toriel's.) They have a pitchfork, one their candy sack dangles from. (Red and tall, like Asgore's.) Their bruised knuckles are hidden behind gloves that taper into little plastic points. (Little pine-needle claws like Asriel's.) All of it's fake and hollow and safely blunt, but they feel dangerous and powerful and unapproachable. (Like the demon they are!)

They can't tell if there's a mirror-self looking at them through the glass, but Chara bets they'd be jealous. They look at themselves, and they feel... sort of... hm. They don't know what this feels like. Something fizzy. Like when Asriel would talk about Hyperdeath a million years ago, when the world was a little less painful. Like wearing a Delta Rune robe and introducing themselves as Chara Dreemurr. Like... like something newer and better than real life? Maybe that's too metaphorical. Simile-ical?

Whatever the feeling is, it's probably a step above "overwhelmed and numb," So Chara will take it. One last lingering glance at themselves, and they spring over to Frisk. I mean, uh. Saunter. Calmly, and not enthusiastically.

"All chocolate is good chocolate," they point out. "Even the waxy imitation stuff is doing its best."

Alphys | OTA, will match format!

[sciencelizard]

i. preparation

[Alphys decided pretty much immediately what her costume was going to be, pulling from one of her favorite animes. However, this also means she's trying to dress up her cat as Mew Mew's cat form, and that's going about as well as you'd expect. So she's running down the hall, in full costume, chasing a rather perturbed calico with the decorative bell in hand.]

Mew Mew! C-Come back! You need to g-get your costume on, too!

ii. trick or treat!

[Finally, with her kitten secured poking out of her bag, she's off to get some candy! She'll be going to... pretty much every door she can, sometimes with others, sometimes without. If you want to join her, hit her up! She will be getting all the candy (and sneaking some in her mouth, too, just for fun.) Feel free to be at the door she's knocking, or meet up with her at some point in the halls!]

i

[ngah]

[Out of seemingly nowhere, Mew Mew's love interest, her clueless schoolmate, descends upon the little cat, heroically catching her in his arms.

The cat wriggles out of the arm-trap almost immediately. Undyne groans. She was supposed to save the day and be super cool. But Mew Mew just scampers off easily.]

That would've been too easy, I guess.

Cullen Rutherford | OTA

[morework]

Treat...

[ Cullen tugs his furs into place, dissatisfied. This is absurd. This is absurd. He looks at his reflection in passing, and can't for the life of himself remember how Hawke managed to make it sound anything other than absurd for long enough to talk him out of his normal clothes.

This is-- supposed to be the only way to protect themselves and others, he tells himself again, and still does not manage to make it sound convincing enough. Cullen finds a strap at his back, and fastens the large cleaver to it. The improvement is negligible. ]

I still say we confront the creature directly. We could gather enough people to do it, there is no need to engage in this- [ A word strong enough to carry all his frustrations? Hardly. ] -farce.

...or trick?

[ He stands in front of the door, stiffly. He says the words, grudgingly. The door opens, and something flies at him, sharply. Cullen catches it, plainly as that. It is a blighted mouse. ]

Was that supposed to happen? Does it eat those, as well?

treat!

[determinedest]

[Frisk doesn't know why the guy's complaining. He looks really good, really rugged, and it's a good look for him! They think they recognize him anyway. Cullen, they think? They remember meeting him in one of the first few days after their arrival.

Stil, they're not sure why the blade is necessary. They feel a little underdressed with their angel costume, but they think the halo looks rather nice.]

It's a lot of fun, though!

Bucky Barnes | open

[readytocomply]

Trickster Hunting

[He'd been set on ignoring the event for the most part, still attempting to get his footing here, but when he finds out there's a guy going around killing people if they aren't participating, he has to get a better look. Bucky doesn't set a trap, or actively stop playing his part, but he pauses at every corner, looking for the Summerween Trickster.

For the most part, he looks like he's casually taking a breather from all that candy-gathering, but anyone that has any experience will know that he's gathering intel.]

Lean up against the other wall. Pretend like you're out of breath.

[He's not completely sure, but the trickster might be around that corner.]

Knock Knock

[Who's there? Bucky Barnes in a sexy cop's uniform and he doesn't seem too bothered by it. The closets wouldn't give him anything else, but considering the option of trick-or-treat or die, he knows which one he'd pick. The holiday had just picked up back in his day, and any time he'd been around recently, this had been the last thing on his mind.

If he's a little bit thrilled at the idea of doing something he'd never been able to do before, it's hard to tell, but he is. He'd asked the closets for a replacement prosthetic as well, and from a distance it looks almost like a real arm except that he can't move it. Not a bit. It would hang loosely at his side if he didn't tie his pillow case to the end and prop it up against his chest.

He heads out with Steve first, separating a few hours in to knock on doors alone. If anyone approaches him now, he'll push aside any typical wariness because it's safer for them to travel together rather than solo.]

Trickster hunting~!

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton has been having a BLAST shooting the breeze with people and collecting candy in his current costume. His bag is halfway full of candy and various other tricks he's gotten from the doors; plastic skulls, a few rocks, a rubber chicken and one can of oil (quaint).

So when he comes upon some stranger seemingly hanging out in one of the corridors, he goes to say hello- but stops when he interrupts him to tell him to lean against the other wall. So he complies, leaning against the wall... rather dramatically, with the back of one hand on his forehead. He certainly looks like he's "out of breath".]

So what's this? A little Summerween fun?

amethyst | ota

[brainmeme]

[Amethyst is utterly delighted by this entire event. For once she's having fun with it, all dressed up as a purple version of an ice cream mascot. She's fully transformed, so there is really just a cartoon alien cat running around. She's scampering from door to door, collecting candy in a huge sack, tucking her little hand under her helmet and eating some as she goes (hey, it's not a waste if she just gets more).

Every once in a while she gets pelted by a rock, or, on one memorable occasion, swarmed by bees. Either way, she could be at your door, found scurrying through the halls, or sitting around for a break to eat her candy. She's going to have a great time, thank you very much.]

[determinedest]

[Frisk doesn't recognize Amethyst at all because, well - she's a literal cookie cat. They watch with eyes wide in admiration for a time before they wave.]

That's a really great costume!

Jolyne Kujo | Open!

[uncoils]

[A, Treat]

[By the time that weird Trickster shows up, Jolyne's made peace with participating. She doesn't really want to, but it beats dying, so she's grabbed a costume from the closet. She asked for something that suits her and got a prisoner outfit in exchange. Thanks Wonderland, she'll remember that one.

Anyways, she's out doing the thing, complete with a pillowcase in hand. She's not wearing the Elvis wig because the hell with that, and it's probably hurting her score, but whatever. She's participating, so don't get kill her okay, Trickster? Don't kill anyone else, either.

But if she runs into you while she's doing this, odds are you can expect an eyeroll and some sort of remark along the lines of how she can't believe this is happening. She heard Wonderland did things like zombies, and there was that mirror thing, she wasn't exactly expecting participate in bootleg Halloween or die.]

[B, Trick]

[And of course at some point, she's going to get tricked. By now, she's actually kind of been enjoying things despite the threat of death. It's fun to act like a kid and do this, even if odds are she did not really have a happy Halloween growing up. Or well, it was fun until she opened a door and out comes a stream of silly string. Oh well, at least it wasn't rotten eggs. And she didn't even have time to block it with Stone Free or anything, so she's just standing there in her Elvis getup covered in neon string.]

Hey asshole!

[Yes, she knows arguing at an empty door isn't going to get her anywhere, but still.]

Not how it's supposed to work. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to trick you for giving me this crap.

[Ugh, why is she even bothering? There's no one to trick, and even if she did retaliate, she'd just mess up someone's room, so that's not right. Maybe she can tie up or trick the monster thing...no, that's a bad idea too. Ugh. Whatever, fine, she'll just stomp away from the door, before turning back.]

I swear if that thing gets me because of this...

[She doesn't finish it, but she will find a way to get back at things. Don't test her mystery door, she's a Kujo, they get things done, no matter how impossible it is.]

[C, Break Time]

[And you know what? She can't trick or treat for days straight, nobody can. And she's not going to go hang in the bar, that sounds like a deathtrap to her should that guy wander in there. So instead, she's parked herself in one of the halls, going through her candy. What, it's her candy, she can take a few pieces. That thing can have the garbage candy (what, she's not from Gravity Falls, she doesn't know).]

Hey, take a break if you want. He's not anywhere near here.

[She seems completely unconcerned with the possibility of imminent death, but she's got a few invisible strings set up high enough that she'll know if that thing's coming. They should brush past his stupid hat. Which'll hurt if they snap, but you know what, she'll take that pain over getting eaten for not wandering around and around and around]

b.

[determinedest]

[Frisk has just been trotting along with a candy-laden sack, having scored more than enough, they think, to have enough Summerween "spirit".

They turn a corner just in time to watch someone get a face full of silly-string. Frisk winces, and hurries to catch up.]

Are you okay? I just mean...

[They pause, nibbling on their lip.]

You can have some of my candy, if you want.

Greg | OTA | will match format | you can find him wherever!

[drummeintheface]

Trick or Treating!

[Greg goes between trick or treating with Beatrice and Wirt to keep their awesome theme going and running around on his own because they are Old and get tired really fast. His costume is pretty great on its own anyway, even if it's too pink to properly portray Boris's greatness. He's pretty happy with it. It's like jammies.

He's got a pretty heavy bag of candy, so he has to heft it into position in front of him before he can knock on any doors, but he's TOTALLY ON TOP OF IT. This is a very important quest they're on, after all.]

Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Gimme candy!

[He hopes this is a trick or treat door this time.]

Break Time!

[Sometimes Greg is tired too though. So sometimes he takes breaks with his brother and Beatrice, or other times he takes breaks on his own. When he's on his own and Wirt can't tell him not to, he might have a FEW pieces of candy and get a LITTLE messy. And he might fall asleep like that wherever he decided to stop. But he's got so much candy! The trickster guy can share, right? He'd be rude not to.]

Break time!

[cuteshit]

[Oh man. Oh man. That kid's costume is-- it's great. Cute as hell. Kanji is prepared to take a break all on his own when he spots Greg sitting and rifling through his candy-- it can't hurt to stop for just a few minutes, right? Kanji approaches and crouches down next to him, putting his own sack of candy on the floor between his knees.]

Hey, kid, you holdin' up alright? Kind of a lot of walkin', isn't it.

[He starts to pick through some of his own candy, frowning when he finds a rock in his bag that he'd missed earlier.]

Aw, damn it.

Sirius Black | OTA | will match format | you can find him anywhere!

[goodwoofjames]

Trick or Treating

[Sirius has never seen the film Lily's chosen as their group theme, but when he gets permission to be the dog he is immediately on board. Even if the costume itself ends up a bit silly, given the limitations of his form as Padfoot. He's nowhere near a terrier, so his costume is more suggestive of his true identity as Toto. It's...mostly a basket with five holes for his legs and tail. But it serves the dual purpose of catching candy for him so it works!

When the others get tired, he runs around on his own to gather more candy. Scratching at the door is the best he can do, since he can't speak, but it seems to work well enough for doors to unoccupied rooms. It's a bit more confusing for anyone in the occupied ones, though.]

Breaktime

[Sirius can't keep Padfoot up forever, so after a little assistance he removes his costume and shifts back. He's been at it a bit longer than the others, since he has so much energy as Padfoot, but as soon as he shifts back the exhaustion hits him. He tries to keep the breaks short, sleeping little and getting most of his energy from food. If anyone comes upon him, he's likely staring off into space drinking coffee and shoveling down whatever the closet lets him have.]

ASGORE - TREAT

[alphyswhatsabara]

Asgore. Loves. Dogs.

90% of his royal guard is made up of dogs of various sorts.

"Hello there," says the 8-foot-tall goatman wearing a very questionable vest-and-white-pants ensemble and carrying a sack of candy the size of a rather large child. "How are you doing this afternoon?"

cordelia ☆ (ota/brackets plz).

[allaboutme]

[ dipper can offer any explanation he wants to about gravity falls, summerween, monsters from home - it doesn't matter to cordelia, still very recently arrived to wonderland. the idea of the place forcing them under threat of death to don costumes has her entirely convinced that there's a chance she could find herself in a repeat of her high school experience with halloween - where everyone except for her morphed into the very thing they dressed as. to that end, she's intending to be pro-active on the subject. ]

[ for angel ]

[ this would be how she winds up outside of angel's door in a wonder woman costume, adjusting the bracers and calling through: ] Well? Are you gonna show me?

[ open to all ]

[ for the most part, cordelia is willing to play this one as instructed, because, well, all of them surviving is pretty much the goal and it looks like the best way to do that is to deliver the goods. she is very committed to sparkle motion here, so expect to overhear her bitching at a door after it closes about being cheap: ] Really? One crappy little piece? With how good I look? [ she slams her fist against the door repeatedly ] This is worth at least three times that. Open up!

[ the rest of the time, she can be found close to angel, dressed to match in his batman costume, including dumping her candy into the jack-o-melon, keeping an eye on the clock, and directing other people to hustle. ]

[determinedest]

[Dipper wasn't lying about that "tricks" thing. Frisk is just dumping their latest trick in the trash - a half-eaten apple that was flung at them through the door before it slammed shut - when they see someone hammering on the door.

She's really...wow. Frisk feels their cheeks go red a little bit, because she's really tall and she's dressed like Wonder Woman and wow, just really, wow. At this rate they're gonna end up looking redder than Chara does.

Frisk manages to clear their throat and advance a few steps.]

Do you, um...need some candy? I've got lots.

Sans | OTA

[punful]

Treat

So, okay. Sans is a go with the flow kind of guy, but usually that involves minimal effort on his part. Which is exactly how he likes it. This, though, this is all way too much effort to be particularly fun. Papyrus and Alphys and the kids sure seem to like it, but Sans would much rather just take a nap. Or at least get to eat all this candy.

Alphys managed to get him into a Tuxedo Mask costume, so that part is squared away at least, though the top hat keeps sliding down around his head and knocking off the mask. The cape was also designed for someone about two feet taller than Sans, so it's kind of trailing behind him like a bridal train. It's all around not nearly as comfortable as a hoodie and slippers. But whatever. He's putting in the time, knocking on doors, saying the requisite words, and usually only getting a small handful of candy. Since while he appears to be embracing the holiday spirit, clearly it's a fairly perfunctory embrace.

Still, he is having fun from time to time, mostly from seeing how much other people are enjoying themselves, or from sneaking the occasional piece of candy from his stash.

And whenever he encounters literally anyone in the hallways, he chucks a rose at them.

"sorry bout that. part of the job."

Trick

Sans is also distracted by thoughts of that gravity anomaly a couple days ago, and what Dipper told him. He's gonna need to track down certain people and have a little chat with them when this is over, but the end is definitely not in sight. And these bags of candy are getting pretty heavy, and he's pretty sure he's nowhere near a million pieces yet. Does this Trickster guy even realize what an exorbitant number that is? Then again that's probably the point. Set a high bar so that a bunch of people can die in excruciatingly stupid ways.

It doesn't help that Sans is running out of energy before even the first night is over, and it also doesn't help that sometimes when you open a door, something other than candy comes at you. In Sans's case, the tricks seem to mostly be skeleton-themed. He's even given up dodging and has just accepted his fate of being hit in the face with flying plastic skeletons or literal animal bones.

The most recent trick ends up with Sans getting beaned in the head with a skeleton-themed plush toy.

"man, wonderland's really putting its backbone into this, huh?"

Caught Sleeping

Even if he was fully enjoying himself or embracing the Summerween Spirit, Sans would still fall asleep now and then. He never has much energy as it is, and climbing up and down stairs, knocking on every available door and lugging around several pounds of candy is exhausting work. Sans manages about six hours nonstop before he literally just has to curl up in a corner and power nap for a bit. After that he's stopping every once in awhile, until that becomes every few hours, until that becomes every hour. By then it's pretty much all he can do to keep going. He's even running out of the emergency ketchup he's been keeping stashed in the cape.

Fortunately he's smart enough to sleep lightly and for only a few minutes at a time. Even a little is better than none. Still, it might be a little alarming to see a small, worn out Tuxedo Mask passed out against a wall or in the middle of the floor.

"no, it's fine, i was just resting my eyesockets. i'm up, see?"

caught sleeping!!

[everyonecanbekind]

Papyrus has been going for...a bit longer than Sans. He's resorted to a small wagon to carry around three of his larger bags of candy. Dressed, of course, as Sailor Skeletor, the tall skeleton makes his way down the hall when he spots Sans resting in the corner.

His first instinct tells him to yell at Sans for his laziness.

...so he does.

"SANS, HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE SLEEPING AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" He exclaims hurriedly, crouching down in front of Sans and striking a pose, a bone replacing what would have been an ornate looking scepter. "WE MUST STAY VIGILANT!! ALSO, YOU ARE WRINKLING YOUR CAPE!!"

The real problems.

[mypartnerintime]

Closed to Chloe

Max is on a mission: gummy bears. Surprisingly Chloe is on the same mission too. It takes Max a little longer than expected to put together her ghostbuster costume, mainly because she's a huge geek who loves Halloween (Summerween?) and has to get it just right. Afterward she sets off toward the kitchen hunting for a punk ghost, and ready to start making gummy bears to give out to the younger kids.

When she finally arrives, it's about fifteen minutes later than their agreed on meeting time. She nudges the kitchen door open with her proton gun, wary of a typical Chloe jump-scare.

"Chloe?"


Trick or treating - Open to all (three-way threads!)

At some point word spreads that everyone's expected to be trick-or-treating, not just handing out homemade candy. Fortunately Max and Chloe have enough of a coordinated costume that early attempts leave them with waaay more candy that either of them expected.

Anyone might bump into the duo roaming the hallways, both in high spirits. People dressed as ghosts or other supernatural beings will get Max pointing her proton gun at them, complete with built-in (and haphazard) lights and sounds effects. Other people might get Chloe jumping out of a door, in a beautifully made ghost outfit, with a very loud "Boo!" for maximum impact.

Either way, the pair is completely inseparable, laughing through Summerween.

trick or treat fuckers

[rosswood]

Alex kind of hates this. Like, cool, free candy, but the hassle isn't really worth it. Candy won't keep the proverbial boogeymen at bay, and he's been working on trying to determine the traitor in their ranks, thanks very much, and he doesn't need Wonderland messing with him on top of it.

But he also doesn't want to die so, begrudgingly, he slapped together some kind of generic skeleton-zombie costume. Briefly, he wonders what Sans might have to say about his choice in costume, then decides that he doesn't care.

He hasn't accrued a vast amount of candy just yet, but he's just about to wearily knock on another door when someone leaps out at him with scream of "Boo!" prompting a deeply undignified yelp from Mr. Kralie, accompanied by a weird flail of his candy sack, intending to maybe brain the offending party across the face.

Papyrus | OTA

[everyonecanbekind]

(( crossword ))

[ If you listen hard enough, you may hear the noise of a somewhat disgruntled skeleton and the mild hissing sound of a...very agitated spider. Upon further inspection, Papyrus can be found trying to place a sticker lovingly on his strange, eight legged friend's face.

Crossword, the spider, is not having any of it. It's mouth clicks together anxiously. Papyrus huffs a little when the spider crawls up the wall and into a corner of the ceiling. Tiny, black eyes watch their bff Papyrus warily from the safety of the ceiling. ]

SPIDER FRIEND!! WHILE I UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR FAVORITE PLACE IS OUT OF MY REACH, I CANNOT APPLY YOUR COSTUME IF YOU REMAIN THERE!

[ behind him is an assortment of small, animal sized costumes. A tattered cape, yellow rainboots, bunny ears. a hot dog costume...in a small pile. Shredded to a degree by a very unwilling spider. ]

(( treat? ))

[ Papyrus has dawned his mighty costume!! Following the footsteps of his friends, the closet was kind enough to produce unto him!!!

A Sailor Moon esque costume!! He stumbles around the hallways happily, collecting candy from each passing door and striking a very super heroic pose!!

This!! Is!! So!! Exciting!! ]

AND IN THE NAME OF THE MOON!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL PUNISH YOU!! IF YOU DO NOT GIVE ME CANDY! NYEH HEH HEH! TRICK OR TREAT!

[ candy is thrown at him and he catches it midair with his very full bag. What a catch, man. What a catch. ]

(( candy... ))

[ Papyrus seems to have stopped in the middle of the hallway, pulling out a small, harmless looking ball of candy. It has, regretably, been a few hours since he last ate, and even though the kitchen is not far, the fun of this strange human tradition he'd never heard of is still young!!

It's unwrapped. A ball of sugar, practically. He resumes his path, popping the small orb of sweetness in his mouth, and he just...stops.

Dead stop, in the middle of the hallway. But his fingers are twitching-- his ankles shift into the ground a little harder. Papyrus shakes his head, gripping his fists tightly together and... ]

NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!!

[ he goes sprinting down the hall. Not looking where he's going.

One ball of sugar, man. Someone should take away his giant bag of candy... ]

crossword c:

[determinedest]

[Frisk only remembers Papyrus's spider vaguely, and they don't like to think about their time in the Deep Roads too much. But they're padding along the second floor, and they hear that distinctive hiss-click of the spider, as well as Papyrus's rather carrying voice. They peak inside, and can't bite back the giggle at the pile of unsuccessful costumes lying in tatters.]

Doesn't seem to want to get into the Summerween spirit?

Selina Kyle | ota

[littlestreetcat]

[ While Selina is absolutely pretending that this whole event is stupid and beneath her, she's actually kind of excited about it. Trick-or-treating is not something she's ever gotten to do properly, and now that she finally has the opportunity, she's not going to let it slip by. But if anyone asks, it's just so she doesn't have to deal with this "Summerween Trickster" whatever thing.

She's wandering the halls dressed in a witch costume that she pulled out of the closet, one of her eight kittens in one arm, also dressed up. Her other arm holds a bag of candy, not terribly full, but she's only just started. Turning her head to glance at a) someone passing by or b) someone who joined up with her along the way, she breathes a laugh, rolls her eyes and shakes her head. ]

Isn't this ridiculous? I mean, a trick-or-treating event? I thought Wonderland was a little more original than that.

[ Not that it keeps her from stopping at the next door, gesturing toward it with her bag of candy. ]

You wanna knock on this one?

[ Yes, even if you're just someone she's passing in the hall, she's recruiting you for at least one door. Don't fight it, just get some candy, dude. She can sic her tiny little spider-cat on you. ]

[tattooedredheads]

[Halloween isn't something Kay's ever gotten to do anyway. At least that he can remember. But Sakia doesn't have much of a Halloween tradition. He's enjoying himself.

He hums to himself as he walks by. His plastic bucket, half-filled with candy, swings back and forth on his fingertips. Kay is dressed as a pirate. Wonderland issued.]

Sure. Why not? [Kay knocks on the door without waiting for an answer.]

Trick or treat!

Rick | OTA

[wriggedywrecked]

Treat

This is actually not the first time that Rick has had to trick-or-treat for his life, but the first time is a long story and who cares.

Rick is dressed like Doc Brown because everything must come back around eventually, and this is one fictional character (other than himself) that he can really get behind. This whole thing is pretty annoying, but Rick is kind of having fun, though he won't admit it to anyone. He's also pretty good at selling this whole thing, so he's lugging an actual goddamn wheelbarrow full of candy behind him. With any luck, he'll be able to finish this whole thing a day early and can just drink pumpkin-themed drinks the rest of the time. Or...or watermelon-themed? Maybe? He supposes? That's fine. Whatever.

Trick

At some point, though, everything goes awry. Rick opens a door and gets a water balloon filled with paint right to the face. Blue paint, no less. Non-toxic, but who cares? His costume is now mostly blue, which, while rather in-character, still kind of makes it difficult to tell what his costume actually is. Is he...Doc Smurf maybe? After that he starts getting a good deal less candy. So much for taking the last day off.

Doc Smurf is thereafter wandering the halls, grumbling to himself and drinking more heavily than before.

trick, because I gotta

[normandysbest]

Shepard has been out and about over the course of a few days, sometimes traveling with people, sometimes without- she's dressed as a different famous starship captain and the mansion seems to be getting the joke, so she's getting enough candy, despite refusing to wear any kind of wig. Still, she's got a pretty hefty pillowcase-sack slung over her shoulder when she spots Rick down the hall, goes to approach, and then recognizes him.

And bursts out laughing.

"Holy shit. Holy shit. The movie reference was enough, the blue is just the cherry on top. Or blueberry? Man, there's so many jokes I could be making here."

Commander Shepard | OTA

[normandysbest]

001. closed to miranda

[As soon as Shepard heard the announcement, she was willing to let this one go and take it easy for a bit... until she figured out about the circumstances. If it's party or die, it's party or die, which means she's gonna pass along the information asap. Besides, if they're gonna get more candy for matching... she already has a wicked idea, and knows just the girl for this one.

So she grabs the costumes, heads to Miranda's door, and knocks.]

Hey Miranda! It's Shepard. Heard about the event yet?

002. trick or treat

[She's a little more enthusiastic than she wants to admit about this. Shepard hasn't been trick-or-treating in almost 20 years, and this place is much bigger than her home colony was, and she's a little more giddy than she probably should be. But every time the door opens for trick or treat, she'll take her pistol and strike a pose as another famous starship captain, complete with corny lines from the original show. Not that she's watched most of it or anything. That would be absurd. But if someone approaches her, she'll greet them kindly, grinning a bit.]

How're you doing? Good haul so far?

003. taking a break

[Every once in a while, she'll take the opportunity to duck into a tearoom or other easily defensible location to kick her feet up and check through the network. She doesn't have all her guns on her, but her pistol should be enough defense to get up and going if the Trickster really does find her. Still, if someone comes in the door, she'll bring up her gun, just in case, before lowering it when she sees it's actually a person.]

Sorry about that. Didn't want to get caught off guard.

3

[brainleak]

[A jiangshi creeps into the tearoom, walking and not hopping. River's twisted her hat so the talisman usually kept in front of her face is off to the side, giving her more visibility for now. Though that just means she can more easily see the gun pointed at her and she jumps, frozen in place... then relaxes when Shepard apologizes.]

...Won't steal your life force. Promise.

[She leans against the wall next to the door and slides down it, sitting on the floor rather than at a chair. She pulls an apple out of her candy bag -- the result of a "trick" -- and takes a small bite from it.]

Could use more though.

[She's fucking tired man.]

Closed to Barry

[circlejerked]

<sub>[Midway through the weekend, Anders ups his trick or treating game. Putting on a cat costume? Risking loss of limb by forcing one of his cats into a feline-sized Grey Warden uniform? All well and good. Respectable costuming, job well done, he could pat himself on the back for his minimal effort. It was netting him candy, which was the ultimate point of all of this, right?

But what if he went... bigger and better? What if he went themed?

This is how Anders comes to be trick or treating in a new costume. Both of his cats meander at his feet, the orange tabby dressed as the Mad Hatter and the grey trailing along behind in a blue pinafore.

This should damn well get them lots of candy.

... One would think, anyway. One door spits nothing more than a roll of toilet paper at him, striping the hallway in white as it rolls away, and he's just in the process of picking it up when he straightens and sees the Summerween Trickster himself poised down the corridor in his shabby trench coat.]</sub>

Damn it. This wasn't my fault! The room gave me this--

_{[But after a double take, Anders realizes the freaky thing doesn't seem to be looking at him. He's looking behind him.]}

[accelerate]

[ in a gust of wind and golden-yellow electricity, barry appears in a blink of an eye. ]

[ not barry. the flash. ]

[ dressed in his red suit, mask pulled over his face, the flash appears in a gust of wind and kinetic yellow as he skids to a halt at the end of the hallway. it's with giddy and almost childish glee he does so. there's a smile on his face as barry finds himself enjoying this part of summerween. there's loss and there's an emptiness that ebbs inside of him at the thought he should be doing this with dad, that he's done this with mom fifteen years ago — but barry finds wonderland puts a unique twist on things, and it allows barry to change the way the tide seems to turn for him. ]

[ if only for a moment. ]

[ he's not running from anything in particular. barry's simply impatient. unable to really walk at a human-pace, he's a little excited to try and catch the candies being thrown at him whenever he opens a door in the mansion. determined to see what each door plans to toss at him to try and catch in his fabric-made bag, all the fun, unsurprisingly, comes to an end when he looks up the hallway. ]

[ what he sees: the trickster standing behind a cheshire cat. and what he thinks: the cheshire cat is in danger. ]

[ except the trickster's looking at him. ]

[ deep voice vibrating, his face, a little sharp beneath the mask, lips and the tip of his nose a clear outline for anyone to see, he rolls his green eyes. the sack in his hands is no longer pinched tight. ] Oh crap.

Garrett Hawke | OTA

[bloodmagics]

Preparation;

[It hadn't taken much for Garrett to get into the spirit of things, merely a simple explanation and a promise of candy. The problem now was finding a costume he liked, which was turning out to be a far harder task than it should be. There's already a large pile of rejected costumes in the corner of his room, and he can be heard muttering 'no, no, no, no' while he tosses them behind him.

Unfortunately, the position also means that more often than not, costumes go flying out the open door and hitting passersby in the face. Hopefully there was nothing too heavy?

Meanwhile, his Mabari can be found sleeping grumpily near the door, Hawke having already dressed him in a rather lifelike dragon costume.]

Trick;

[Eventually Hawke gives up on finding the perfect costume and instead decides to represent Ferelden. Sort of. Which is how he ends up in a Mabari-themed onesie that his own Mabari is decidedly less than impressed with. After he'd visited his friends -- including a very hard to convince Cullen -- to get them to participate so they wouldn't die, he set out on his own and is having way more fun than a grown man should.

At least, until the latest door opens and instead of delicious, delicious candy being flung at him, Hawke instead receives a face full of spiders. Cue a very loud scream as he scrambles to get them off him and make sure nothing hides in his costume because oh Maker please why is this happening to him.]

Treat;

[On the treat side of things, Hawke's bag is absolutely packed. Either Wonderland really likes animal onesies on grown men or he has yet to take a break. Not even the narrator is sure which one is the answer. Occasionally he receives a piece of steak that gets tossed to the Mabari, which is the only reason the animal is still in the dragon costume.

His staff is strapped to his back in case the Trickster shows up, but he must be doing something right since he's had no encounters yet. He keeps an eye out for people from his world just to make sure they're doing okay, and for people who might be having trouble -- with tricks, or otherwise.]

I wish Thedas had something like this, but maybe without the Trickster. We have enough things that can eat you whole as it is. [He says to no one in particular.] Need some help? [This, he says to someone trying to get something out of their hair, or costume, or face because Wonderland is a tool.]

treat

[ngah]

[Undyne's dressed in a Japanese schoolboy's summer uniform and her entire face has been sprayed with shaving cream. God, why. She's got some in her mouth and is sputtering from the awful taste. It looks like whipped cream, shouldn't it taste as good? What's the logic here?

She hears someone offer help, and tries to wipe at least a little from her lone eye so she can at least see who it is. From the voice, they don't sound familiar, anyway.]

No, I-- Maybe, actually-- Ow, it's in my eye, goddammit.

Jane Doe | OTA, will match style

[endingpoint]

[leaving her room as Sif]

The plan is to go to Kurt's room to meet up with him and Sarah, but she feels absolutely ridiculous in the Lady Sif costume. Not that she has any idea what this costume is. She's mostly wondering why the closet won't give her any thing other than this gladiator, warrior, type costume. There's even a wig to make her hair longer. She does feel grateful though, that at least she's mostly covered and it's no super uncomfortable to wear. With a large bag in hand, she makes her way out of her room, and heads upstairs to Kurt's, but along the way she stops to look at other people's costumes, which only serves to make her appreciate more what she's stuck with. It could be worse, with a lot more skin showing.

[Tag to Kurt]

When Sarah goes off on her own for a little while, Jane walks next to Kurt, and now she knows thanks to others, who they are together: Lady Sif and Thor, a popular couple in some super hero movies, and he's in love with someone else while she pines. That's fantastic, and she doesn't want to talk about it after they find out.

"Are we really never supposed to take a break?" she asks as she knocks on a door, says the stupid words, and is given a handful of free moisturizer samples in return as a trick. Huffing in frustration, she simply tosses them on the ground, ready to move on to the next room with him.

[ota, again, around the mansion.]

The moments when Jane's not with either Kurt or Sarah are rare and mostly consist of bathroom breaks, but she does allow herself a tiny break to be the one who delivers three over-flowing sacks of candy to empty them out. This time when she goes, she eyes the countdown and weighs how much time is left with how much she just wants to sleep.

"After this, I don't think i'm getting out of bed for at least a day. And candy's lost its appeal."

[startingpoint]

This is, quite honestly, one of the most ridiculous and humiliating experiences of his life. Being forced to dress in costume amongst a group of relative strangers, and say that dumb line - Trick or Treat - over and over again is mind-numbing and exhausting in its own way. But not being able to actually stop at all eventually becomes physically exhausting. At times, he begins to think death by monster couldn't be any worse than this, but he won't say that out loud.

"Why would you want to? We get free cans of sardine," he remarks flatly, clearly annoyed, holding up one of the cans he's just received.

Elizabeth | OTA

[uncaging]

Elizabeth's dressed in a long black dress trimmed with white lace, her hair tucked into a wig of thick curls. A wicker basket is tucked under one arm, the bottom of which is covered with a thin layer of candy. She hasn't been too successful so far and she's not sure why, because she's certainly enthusiastic enough as she knocks on the doors, but is only rewarded with two or three pieces of candy each time.

Her piercing shriek echoes down the corridor as one door flings open to release a flock of bats which fly straight at her, fluttering in her face and catching in her wig. She panics for a moment, waving her hands in the air ineffectually, before opening a tear in mid-air to another identical corridor, which she closes as soon as she's herded the bats through.

She drags her feet a little after that, trying to calculate just how many doors she'd have to hit up before filling her basket and hesitating before each one, wondering if something else will jump out at her.

[goodwoofjames]

[The effort it takes to keep Padfoot up is starting to drain Sirius, and so he's been trying a different tactic. Rather than wearing his basket costume as a dog, he tries just...putting it on his head. After a few moments of bleary, exhausted thought, he deems this costume Basket Case and goes knocking on doors.

It...mostly works. The doors seem to hesitate before doling out no more than two pieces of candy, but even this luck can't last. Just as he's about to knock on another door, he spots a girl down the hall and gives her a...slightly nervous smile. Please don't be a trick, please.

But of course it is. And as the tricks have gone, it's of the slightly more dangerous variety. The door is hardly open before a flaming broom is tossed out at him, and it immediately sets the basket on Sirius' head on fire. Flailing in surprise and panic, he throws the basket off, loses his balance, and is left struggling on the floor to liberate his wand from his trouser pocket. Once he does, he stutters the spell and somehow causes the fire to flare up, consuming more of his costume.]

Bloody-- extinmergitus!

[The fire goes out with a hiss, leaving his costume about a quarter charred and his ego incredibly bruised.]

That...could have gone better.

Michonne | OTA

[thesamurai]

It takes a while for Michonne to be okay with leaving her room once she sees her costume. Halle Berry as Catwoman was maybe the worst film she's ever seen and now, to get that particular costume and not, say, Eartha Kitt's? What a damn travesty. But, because she doesn't want to die, not like this, she puts on the costume, complete with a whip, and heads out with a pillowcase.

Her enthusiasm is a bit lacking, but maybe someone out there could pep her up a little. Still, she's doing her part and trick or treating, and every time her pillowcase is full, she heads down to empty it out, observing new costumers every time.

[demonstrate]

Guess who did get Eartha Kitt?

Yeah, it's this girl. Iris West is also Catwoman for the first few days of the event, not that she was thinking of a specific costume when she allowed the closets to work their magic. She isn't the kind of person to get fussed when others wear similar costumes. At all. If anything, she laughs appreciatively when she bumps into Michonne on her way to empty a basket of candies she's procured.

"Think this means we need to band together?"

Arya Stark | OTA

[needlebearer]

While she really resents being forced into this under threat of death, Arya has to admit she's enjoying herself. She likes the chance to put on a costume, and likes being given free candy even more. She wears a long blond braided wig and a suit of chain mail, drawing inspiration from the stories she's heard of the sister-wives of Aerys Targaryen. A heavy longsword is tied onto her belt, the tip of which drags along the ground behind her as it's too long for her short frame. She'd been carrying a banner initially, but now it's wrapped around her shoulders like a cape, red and black and displaying the dragons of House Targaryen.

She's been collecting a good deal of candy, but it isn't lasting too long. After a particularly good haul over several doors, she sits cross legged in the middle of the corridor and begins to devour everything she's collected, shoving it into her mouth by the handful, leaving only the bad tasting 'loser' candy in the bottom of her sack to offer to the Trickster.

[ngah]

[Undyne is dressed in a Japanese schoolboy's uniform, and looks rather plain compared to the drama of Arya's outfit. Maybe she should've gone with Utena after all. Still, her costume's enough to get an average amount of candy with every door, so if it works.

She's just passing by to knock on more doors when she sees Arya scarfing down candy like it could vanish any moment. She stops and blinks.]

Aren't you supposed to be saving that for the watermelon downstairs?