+ 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

[readytocomply]

[Snakeskin pants. Bucky isn't one to begrudge someone their fashion sense, he's not got much of one himself.]

You're really honest.

[Bucky tips his head, curious, eyes narrowed as he decides if that's a good thing or not. Definitely a good thing, he needs more of that in his life, even if he's going to have to get used to this level of it.]

You'll never hear it from me again. [Maybe, sometimes he liked to tease.] Unless you've deserved it.

[He skips the majority of cop jokes, the delivery would probably be off, and then he nods down the hallway.]

How about you escort a tacky police officer around the mansion?

[uncoils]

[Yes. Snakeskin pants.]

All right, sure. You look like you could use some help, and it'll be a nice change, escorting the cop for once instead of the other way around.

[Give it a second before she realizes what she just said. And now she's looking away and probably cursing under her breath because wow Jolyne, good job.]

Please please please pretend I didn't say that.

[She was doing such a good job of not telling people she's a jailbird, so of course she screws up.]

[readytocomply]

[Bucky frowns, a little jaded by the fact that even in a silly costume he comes across as so stern and serious. It's a hard habit to break, but he wasn't always this way.]

Everyone gets in trouble once in a while. Good thing I'm not a real cop.

[He starts off down the hallway, stopping in front of a door with a quiet sigh.]

Your secret's safe with me.

[A knock, and a mumbled trick-or-treat.]

[uncoils]

Whoa, you didn't even ask what I did or if I did it. I'm impressed.

[That's not sarcasm. Way to earn major points with her Bucky. She'll remember that.]

Besides, even if you were, you'd be way out of your jurisdiction.

[She'll follow along and give a slightly more spirited trick or treat over her own. Come on, Bucky, where's your Summerween spirit?]

[readytocomply]

[Bucky's no one to judge. People make mistakes and people are in the wrong place at the wrong time and some people enjoy getting in trouble. He likes that people are different.]

So, what you're saying is that you got into a lot of trouble?

[If a local cop couldn't handle it, then it had to be bad. He drops the candy in his bag and says thank you, turning to head to the next door.]

Am I gonna have to keep an eye on you?

[He's teasing now, even if his expression is mostly serious.]

[uncoils]

A shitload, but I don't want to talk about it.

[Wonderland's weird, but she's pretty sure her world and her circumstances are a whole other kind of weird. So she'll just kinda leave it at that if she can. If not, man, she doesn't want to explain.]

And don't keep an eye on me either. The mirrors are already creepy enough, I don't need a stalker too.

[She can tease people too, okay? In fact...]

Then I'll just have to kick your ass, and I don't want to get in trouble here, so where's that going to leave me, huh?

[readytocomply]

[The mirrors. Bucky hated them. He was paranoid enough without them, but finding out they could see everyone here pretty much whenever left him unsettled.]

I wouldn't really.

[Oh. She's teasing him. Bucky can't remember the last time anyone has. Not in seventy years at least, not like this. It's refreshing, and he appreciates it, even if he's not sure how to thank her for it.]

I'd rather you didn't kick my ass.

[He rolls a shoulder. There's a click. Soft, but loud enough he can hear it. The arm closest to her, his left, comes unhinged and starts to fall, his other hand circling out to grab it. He freezes, the prosthetic lower than what's natural, eyes flicking up to meet hers. It's pretty obvious now that it's not real, and he's suddenly worried that it'll bother her.]

I'm sorry.

[uncoils]

Oh.

[It doesn't bother her, it just sort of makes her feel bad. Look, she's gotten into fights with a lot of people, but her first thought is to feel like a real ass for joking about kicking the crap out of a guy with a prosthetic arm. Maybe if she actually knew him better, she wouldn't feel as terrible, but she doesn't, she she just feels awful right now.]

No, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

[She's not really sure what to do here. Help? Go back to her room and die of embarrassment? She's actively considering both. The latter's kind of winning out here.]

[readytocomply]

You don't have to do that.

[Bucky clicks it back into place, smiling faintly, apologetically at her.]

I lost it doin' something I'm proud of, fighting to protect my country and men. I'm only sorry that it surprised you.

[He taps it a bit, head tipped to the side.]

Think of all the pranks I'm missing out on here.

[uncoils]

[All right. If he's not going to let it get to him, then it'd be dumb if she did, so she'll relax a little.]

Yeah, you're really missing out. You could totally freak some people out just by shaking hands.

[She's smiling again because while that's a pretty messed up thing to do to people, she'd totally do it if she were in his shoes.]

But yeah, I won't act like that. If you lost it doing something important, and it's not something you regret, then there's no reason for anybody to be sorry about it.

[Wow, even she's taken aback by her own words a little because that almost sounded mature for once. Especially contrasted against the joke thing.]

[readytocomply]

Thank you.

[Bucky means it, the joke and the rest of it. He should have made sure the prosthetic was strapped on better, but now she knows and they can move on.]

Still hoping someone here can fix me up with something better.

[The first choice would be someone he knows but there's only one and he'd never ask Tony for help, not after everything.]

Why don't we keep going? There's a lot of candy left.

[uncoils]

Yeah, that's fine.

[She'll start heading down the hall, checking each door she stops by.]

But hey, the closets can't give you anything better?

[She's never even thought of asking for something like that, so she thinks it's a valid question even if it's occurred to him before.]