+ 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

[wriggedywrecked]

"Bug aliens whaaaat. Like Starship Troopers bugs or like Ender's Game bugs? C-Cause either way that's pretty fucked."

He also does not care that he's leaning on the fourth wall because he's pretty sure she's from neither of those universes, fictional or not.

"Ha, that's just, that's always the fucking way. Y-You got one or both of two options for who's gonna, who's gonna be the biggest obstacle to, to actually accomplishing shit--bureaucrats and other humans. You mix both of those together and you get, you get just, it's fucking bullshit. Man, yeah though, th-th-those first couple decades of, of a species being interstellar, that's always uh, that's rough shit. Some wild west shit, but in space."

[normandysbest]

"I gotta admit, I have no idea what either of those are, so I'm gonna go with neither." She shifts her candy bag so she can access her omni-tool, the orange rays lighting up on her arm as she keys in some words and a hologram projecting a Reaper out of her arm, slowly rotating above it. "Like this, but bigger than a skyscraper huge. Bigger than most warships huge. Also, they fire a laser that'll kill you in less than a second and can cut through damn near everything."

She shrugs, a bit, trying to brush off how... well, absolutely horrifying everything about this was. She tries not to be scared of them, but damn, they're fucking scary. "And yet, I still have more trouble with humanity than these fuckers."

[wriggedywrecked]

He leans forward to look more closely at the projection. The creature almost seems familiar. Insect-like aliens are incredibly common and varied across the cosmos--but damn. He's never heard of ones that got that big. Especially not ones that were that hellbent on wholesale destruction.

"Jesus."

That about sums up his feelings. And she fought off an invasion of multiple of these things? Damn. He has a newfound respect for her all of a sudden.

"Let me guess. You got humans saying they're, they're gods or something, o-or they're judgment sent by a god or, or that maybe you can reason with them, or that their motives are just misunderstood, or that they're not as big a threat as they seem, or s-something like that, right?"

[normandysbest]

"Yeah, 'jesus fucking christ' about covers it. Thousands of 'em dicking around the universe, blowing up just about everything they can get their grubby little bug-hands on. And yeah, the big one is 'Oh, we can control them, so we don't have to kill them so humans can rule the galaxy'. Out of his damn mind." She really hopes when she gets back that she actually gets the chance to deck The Illusive Man, because honestly, what an ass. The war wouldn't be half as hard without him in the way.

"Worst part is I used to work for the guy. Then I figured out he was fuckin' crazy and took his ship and crew because they all liked me better. I still think he's pretty pissed." She's also thankful even his most loyal realized he was a raving nutjob. "I also saved most of them from dying and all he's done is smoke in a chair and scream, so, pretty sure that leg-up was a given."

She drops the projection, folding her arms again. "Honestly, I really just hope they don't follow me here for an event. I've only ever taken down three of those things, and the last one required a nuclear strike from orbit. Six times. I couldn't recreate that here if I tried. One of their lasers could take out the whole mansion in seconds."

[wriggedywrecked]

He actually shuts up and listens, because this is all both really fascinating and really kind of spooky. It's kind of the perfect fake-holiday for this sort of thing. It's like a ghost story, not that ghost stories actually scare him or ever did. Especially since this is from another world, and not something he'd ever have to deal with.

Except for in an event. That's a good point.

"So it's a, it's a hate all life kind of thing, huh? Fucking hell, that's annoying and hypocritical as shiiit."

He laughs at the part where she stole some asshole's crew and wrecked his shit because fuck yeah, take that bureaucracy. That's what fucking happens. Get wriggedy wrecked, etc.

Still. Events. Reapers showing up. He works his jaw for a moment, gears in his head starting to turn.

"Huh. Huuuhhhhhh. Big ass space cockroaches. Y-Y-You know what you need for a fucking, an infestation like that is, is some big ass pesticide. You know, I mean, I've co-committed wholesale xenocide before, so I b-bet I could swing something like that. I mean, I had guys a-asking me about building giant robots because of a similar problem not long ago, like, what if God-fucking-zilla shows up and eats the mansion, we're pretty SOL unless we have some fucking defense. Giant as pesticide. Y-Yeah, I think I could work with that. You don't, uh, you don't happen to have any bio samples or like, PCR charts or uh, anything about their genetic structure or synthetic structure or whatever the fuck it is?"

[normandysbest]

"Something like that. I talked to their creators, kind of, once, and they kept talking about 'cycles' and 'harvests'. From what I know, this isn't the first time this has happened. They come around every 50,000 or so years, wipe out all organic life except for neanderthal-types, and then run away to dark space. We're building a huge gun based on blueprints from what we can guess is the last cycle that's supposed to be able to eradicate them, but we don't even know if it'll work."

Because she lost the VI, because Kai Fucking Leng showed up with a gunship to a fistfight like a little fucking dick and--

Okay, no no, no time for that now. She's pissed, but not at Rick. So she moves on.

"If I had bio samples and shit, I'd be working on it myself. But nah. Most of that's managed by our science teams. My job is more sneaking around the universe gathering intel, agents, and making key strikes. I'll be honest- I don't have a good idea of how they work. I don't know if any of us do."

There is, of course, one matter she hasn't attended to, either. "Plus, there's the matter of the mind control- indoctrination. The longer you're around them, the more you wanna do what they say. I had a guy a few years ago who was using one as his ship- rogue agent from my same faction, technically. Killed a ton of people and eventually let them totally rewire him to serve. Once it's done, you're out. Permanently. We don't have a fix, seeing as the long-term solution is looking to be 'blow them the fuck out of the sky'."

[wriggedywrecked]

"Oh my god, i-it's like that. Damn. Day of Reckoning, purge type shit. Man, that's, that's annoying."

Still kind of fascinating, much like watching a purge is fascinating. At first. Then it kinda just gets a bit...much.

"Fuck, alright. Well, m-maybe I'll think about it. Yanno, h-help you out, just cause, uh, cause I don't wanna get mind-fucked by a space cockroach."

And because they're friends, and because getting to murder the shit out of one of these things sounds like a whole lot of fun, but he's not going to admit that first part.

[normandysbest]

"It went past annoying when I had to sick a gargantuan death worm to drag one to the pits of Hell. Now I'm just tired."

That actually happened, by the way. She really wishes she had video.

"Nobody does, but I appreciate it. I don't think it's something I can ask the closets for, and fuck if I'd want a piece of a Reaper badly handled here considering it could indoctrinate someone else, but, hell, anything you can do is appreciated. Just in case."

Honestly, Shepard would give money to whoever the fuck asked to watch Rick murder a Reaper with his bare hands. It would be awesome.

[wriggedywrecked]

"Man your life is just. It's fucking wild. I mean, mine's f-fucking wild too but like, I've actually, yanno, lived it. When you've lived it it's just kind, it's just boring memories or whatever."

Much more fun to hear about other people's fucked up, insane lives than think about your own.

"Shit, even a piece of them, huh, okay. G-Good to know what I'm working with. And hey, no problem, I'm uh, I'm bored ninety percent of the g-goddamn time here, so."

So YEAH, it's just fun science and blowing shit up and alleviating boredom and not at all because he likes her.

Anyway. Time to start thinking of ways to take out building-sized mind-controlling space bugs.

[normandysbest]

"Yeah. Everything just seems boring once you've gotten through it, huh?" The Thresher Maw was still exciting, though. She really wishes that one was on video. The vids will be remaking that one for centuries.

"But yeah. Even the smallest bit of it. I know there's ways to study them with proper shielding, but I don't have the actual formulas for how to do that, either. I've only ever seen it before in a lab on the Citadel. But if I get any, I'll give 'em to you. You'd probably do a lot better with them than I would."

[wriggedywrecked]

"Right? Fucking weird h-how that works."

Probably the same reason why it's so easy to see fictionalized violence than it is to actually see it up close and get covered in blood and such.

"Yeah, l-let me know. G-Getting mind-fucked is annoying."

[normandysbest]

"Absolutely."

She looks down the hall, past Rick's blue visage, and takes another chocolate out of her box.

"Wanna keep going? So we don't get ambushed by that famed trickster or something."

[wriggedywrecked]

"Yeah, lets. G-Gotta make that sweet, sweet candy."

And they're off for more shenanigans.