+ 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

[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.