+ 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

[heroica]

We certainly haven't done enough of that, yet. [ Maybe they could make an informative pamphlet. ] We have to take measures in case one of them is brought here!

[ Imagine being stuck in the mansion with a bunch of Orlesians! Gross!! ]

I'm always prepared. [ Robyn assures him. ] It's part of being a rogue, you know.

[ Light on her feet. The small stature helps, too. ]

I can't imagine the Commander dressing up for this. [ She says, sounding curious. ] Why did you talk him into dressing like an Avvar?

[bloodmagics]

[The shudder that ripples through Hawke is either feigned or a hundred percent real. Not even he's sure which.]

Maker, I hope not. Wonderland is bad enough without adding Orlesians to the mix.

[Ah, national pride.]

Right. Sorry. [He grins apologetically.] Neither of the rogues I know are really... traditional. You might've met Isabela?

[Guess who has no idea who met Isabela first?]

He needs to lighten up. [Hawke shrugs.] I figured something not from Thedas wouldn't work, and he seemed happier when he realised it meant he could have a weapon.

[That and have you seen his abs, Robyn?]

[heroica]

Can you imagine? [ She giggles, warmed and delighted to be in the company of another person who understands how truly Bad Orlais is. ]

I... do. She's a friend. [ And when they'd first met, she had quickly propositioned Robyn and invited a threesome, which brings pink to the Warden's cheeks even so long after. ] She talks about you, you know. [ Then, with a laugh: ] All good things, though, I promise.

[ Robyn's yet to find anyone who doesn't seem to like Hawke. ]

He does at that. [ Better to be a little stiff and serious than to be... how she'd first met him. ] At least he tries to be prepared.

[ And no, she certainly hasn't seen his abs!! ]