+ 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

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?"

i'm screaming omg asgore chippendale

[goodwoofjames]

[Padfoot has just caught a decent handful of candy in his basket and turns to the newcomer with his tail already wagging. He is doing very well! He's on a mission! He can't talk because he's a dog!]

HE'S A SCIENTIST. A SHOUJO ANIME SCIENTIST. STRIPPER. enjoy the bara tiddies

[alphyswhatsabara]

::Asgore notices the fact that he has a basket in his mouth.::

Oh, you have your candy in your mouth. You probably cannot talk because of that. Would you like me to carry your basket for you to give you a chance to rest your mouth?

[goodwoofjames]

[Uh, talk? Padfoot's dog brain is so hyper and frantic that it's hard for him to think through why that doesn't make sense, but he can definitely tilt his head in confusion.

...And yes, actually, not having to carry the basket would be nice. So his tail is wagging too.]

[alphyswhatsabara]

::Asgore reaches down towards the basket and takes it out of the dog's mouth carefully.::

There you are. Now you can talk. I'm surprised nobody has shown you how to walk on two legs yet.

::This guy is a weirdo.::

[goodwoofjames]

[Padfoot makes an uncertain sound, then his ears perk up as he realizes. With a quick chuffing sneeze, he shifts, and suddenly Sirius is sitting there on all fours.

He clears his throat awkwardly and flops back to sit on the floor.]

Sorry. Figured we had a, um. Misunderstanding, of sorts. Can't talk when I've got the dog brain. And, er, mouth.

[alphyswhatsabara]

::The large goat man jumps back a bit, startled that the adorable dog is now some sort of human man.::

Oh! What a very surprising change. I have known many dogs in my life, but none that could turn into a human man. Are you... are you a monster, or a human?

[goodwoofjames]

Just human with a bit of magic mixed in.

[Wait, who was calling folks monsters again?]

Oh! You must be from Frisk and Chara's world. That explains a lot. There's dogs that talk, where you come from?

[alphyswhatsabara]

Ah, a human who knows magic. A fearsome opponent you must be, indeed. And yes, I am from Frisk and Chara's world. I am Asgore Dreemurr, the King of All Monsters. Or, at least I once was. I suppose I'm King of very little, here.

And yes, I've known a large number of good, honest talking dogs in my time. They make fastidious royal guards.

::You're talking with a giant goat man, Sirius Woofington the Third. Why should you be surprised about talking dogs.::

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius smirks.] Well, I try, but I don't know if "fearsome" is quite the right word.

[As the other creature continues, Sirius' eyes widen a little in surprise.]

Oh, your majesty, I had no idea! I would never have played such a trick if I knew you were royalty.

[As Sirius bows, he makes a mental note to brag to James about (sort of) pranking a king.]

My name is Sirius Black, and I would be happy to be a part of your royal guard. Can't say I'd be a dog most of the time, of course. It's a bit hard to keep that form for more than a few hours at a time.

[alphyswhatsabara]

Oh, um, thank you, magical human Sirius Black, but perhaps... well. You should know more about a king or queen before pledging your loyalty to them. I would not have you do something you may later regret...

::Asgore pauses and looks down a bit, before looking back into Sirius's eyes.::

You may have seen a, uh, "network post" by my ex-wife informing the rest of the school that I was a murderer. Perhaps you recall it, some days back. You may, subsequently, have some questions for me that need answering.

::King Fluffybuns is awkwardly attempting to inform you that he's damaged goods, Padfoot.::

BREAKTIME

[pottershotter]

[James is nearby, dressed as a scarecrow, and trying not to laugh at Padfoot trying to take the basket off himself.

Trying and failing, mind you. It's been very, very funny.]

Need a hand, mate?

[goodwoofjames]

[Padfoot gives a soft growl of annoyance...and then whines. Because yeah, he can't do this. Stupid paws.]

[pottershotter]

[Honestly, that just makes James laugh more, but he crouches down and gently pulls the basket off of him.]

There. Better?

[goodwoofjames]

[Padfoot shakes off, and just like that he's Sirius, down on all fours. He's used to being in this position in front of James, but he still gets up relatively quickly, even as his head's struggling to remember how two legs work.]

Y-yeah. You know, I've been able to hang out as Padfoot whenever I want here, and it hasn't gotten much easier. Guess McGonnagall had years of practice, but still. You'd think I'd be getting better by this point.

[Not that he wants to reflect on how long he's been here.]

[pottershotter]

[It's fine - James is there to steady him if he needs it, and once Sirius is upright, James sets the basket down.]

If it helps, I've been wondering if it's got something to do with how time's stopped here. It might get easier with age, but can it do that if we're not aging?

[That wasn't the case with apparition for James, but apparition doesn't involve becoming an animal that also isn't aging at all.]

[goodwoofjames]

Mmm, maybe. It's hard to say whether it's practice or the magic ripening sometimes. Just wish it wasn't such a messy transition, is all. It'd be nice for fighting things off. Although I suppose we could just tie your wand to Prongs' prongs and see how that goes.

[pottershotter]

[James' eyes go very, very wide, much like Prongs.]

...What an entirely reckless and incredible idea. We ought to give it a shot once this event's over!

[goodwoofjames]

Of course! Now just to figure out where Padfoot carries his. The mouth sounds like a recipe for slobber more than anything.

[pottershotter]

Right, so the mouth's out. Maybe we could tie it to his tail?

...Hm. We might need a third person to help if we're going to do this at the same time. And I love Lily, but she's far too sensible to agree to be an accomplice in this.

[A beat.] I bet Souji would.

[goodwoofjames]

Should we take this as a sign that this is a bad idea?

[pottershotter]

On the contrary, I think we ought to take it as a sign that it's a fantastic plan.

BREAKTIME!

[knackered]

[Silver face paint is extremely frustrating when it has to be worn for much longer than one night. He makes a bloody good Tin Man though, aside from the mess of straw-coloured hair underneath the tin funnel hat.

He's quite glad James agreed to let him come along. Group costumes always had more appeal, in Arthur's opinion, and he thinks it's a shame he hasn't seen the film yet.

After one of the breaks where they help Padfoot remove the basket, Arthur nearly chokes on his water.]

--Oh my God you're human! That's brilliant!

[They haven't been formally introduced. Not that he doesn't know who Sirius Black is, but it's one thing to be familiar with the character and another to actually... well...]

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius leans back against the wall, head still spinning a bit from the transition. Still, he manages to bark out a laugh.]

Yep. Sorry, would've mentioned earlier, but Padfoot's vocabulary is a bit limited.

[Shaking the last of the dizziness away, he sticks out his hand.]

Sirius Black. You're Arthur, yeah?