+ 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]

[She sighs, still heavy. It's hard to remember, even after all this time. She doesn't think of herself as a child when it happened, but she was still kind of a kid. Not quite 18, not even close. Just after her sixteenth birthday.]

Well, you're not wrong. But that goes for you too. I said it before, but, I get that sort of thing, if you need to talk to someone about it. I talk to my squad about their issues all the time.

[But not about yours, Shep, and that's a problem you have.]

[heroica]

And what of your own? [ She asks slyly. ] I hope someone presses you to do the same.

[ Don't bottle those things up, says the pot to the kettle! ]

Thank you for the offer. I hope you know that you can come to me with the same.

[normandysbest]

Hah. When I can. Don't wanna bother 'em, you feel?

... But thanks. I appreciate it.

[It's hard for her to actually... not be an ass about opening up about her feelings. Whoda thunk.]

You wanna keep goin', pick up more candy? I'm sure the Trickster won't get us if we eat a few pieces.

[And she's finding herself liking Robyn's company more the more often they see each other.]

[heroica]

I do. [ She concedes, but is quick to add: ] But you can't take away their ability to care for you as you do for them. That's what your friends and family are for, isn't it?

[ In her mind, anyway. ]

Mm, all right. [ Robyn smiles again, glad to try and get Shepard to open up, but also happy to just... wander. To be carefree, even if it's only for a few hours. ] If he comes, we can deal with him then. Both of us.

wrapped probably?

[normandysbest]

I don't even think he could take one of us. With both there's no way.

[Still, she smiles. Robyn... gets it. Better than a lot of people here.]

Let's get 'em.