Character Meet and Greet: Boo to You~!

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i. Main Street USA: Daylight Hours
The citizens of Main Street greet the coming of fall in a big way! The entire main part of town is decorated in the colors of fall, carved pumpkins on every window ledge, balcony and stoop! Some are rather creative, ranging from The King himself to various spook-tacular versions. There are also plain pumpkins, squash and apples arranged in a rather decorative (and tasty) presentation outside the Opera House!

Enjoy yourselves as The Candy Palace begins to hand out small, caramel and spice covered apple slices. The smell of apple fritters, grilled apples and apple bacon float through the air. Enjoy the rather relaxed daylight hours...

ii.Main Street USA: After Dark

Because the moment the sun sets, and the lamps have been lit- the entire street takes on a strange and unsettling demeanor. The pumpkins glow a soft, red color and bats and black cats crawl around the shadowed corners. You might see several citizens wandering the streets-but look to hard and they will suddenly vanish before you can even greet them.

The stores are still open and the sweets and treats are still pouring; but! Beware of happy haunts~!

iii. Yo ho, yo ho a Pirates life for me!

Ah! Smell that salty, briny air! It gives life to all those who are from or love the sea!

Which would be wonderful and invigorating, if this was the bottom of the beautiful briny sea. It isn't. It's the open garden in front of the train station which is no being over run by some rather fishy, lv. 2 Corroded! Can you help sweep the proverbial beach clean without being washed away by water based attacks? The conductors would be most grateful if you could!

iv.Come out and Socialize!

No need to be number one thousand! Imagination is the real host here, so go on and use your to come up with your own adventure. Just remember to take loved ones by the hand, please, our ghosts are frightfully sensitive to too much mischief~

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What's this?

[scarygoodtime]

Main Street--Anytime day or night!
Jack had to resist the urge to rub his eyes, although the sense of wonder remained in his skeletal expression. This wasn't Halloweentown, nor Christmastown, nor anywhere else he knew. Which only made sense, given the information his kind hosts had provided.

And yet...

The hint of chill in the air, festive laughter with a hint of cackle, and familiar orange gourds all brought a delightful shiver to his bones. Letting out a laugh of his own, slightly high and manic with joy, the tall Skeleton dressed in the pinstrike suit took his time. Walking the street and surveying the shops, with a hint of spring to his step as he felt quite comfortable even while the day grew darker.

Of course, the sight of a nearly 7ft tall skeleton, even in this season, might not be the most reassuring. At least he's polite and friendly? He's newly arrived and now has more questions than before with no wizard or god to answer them.

[strangeandunusual]

Lydia had wolfed down her dinner and taken to the street with her camera as quickly as she could after work: she'd seen hints of the preparations through the windows all day, and had been absolutely itching to start snapping frames. Her expression is already a match for Jack's as she backs down the street, trying to get the perfect framing for a bat hanging from a lamppost before it flutters away - and backs herself right into the backs of his long legs.

"Oh! I'm sorr--"

She whirls around, then looks up. And up.

How do you even greet the most amazing thing you've ever seen in your life? She's unsure. She's just going to gape. And grin.

[scarygoodtime]

Jack had been distracted himself, lost in his thoughts as they swirled and whirled in his brain. Jostled, bony fingers and hands coming out to help balance himself as he turned slightly too. Amused by the half-cut-off greeting, he was not entirely surprised. Residents had been giving him odd looks all day.

What was new was the sense of wonder in her eyes and lack of fear. It was utterly charming, as well, as his head tilted in surprise. For all of a second before he shook himself slightly, and took a proper step back to allow her more room.

"No no, my mistake--my thoughts have been flitting here and there but around the same questions. Like moths avoiding a spider's web."

[strangeandunusual]

One hand slowly moved up to cover her mouth. He was too amazing to be real, whoever he was. As he mentioned questions, though, she remembered her manners.

"I might be able to help with answering some of them, if you want. I've been here for a little while, now. My name's Lydia. Did you come through the mirror, too?"

[scarygoodtime]

"A pleasure, Ms. Lydia." Quite cordially, with a little half-bow and ducking of his head, hands to the side. "I did indeed, although our hosts seem quite busy so only the basics could be answered." A pause as he straightened back up, expression losing some of the wonder but none of the friendliness.

"I did have the seriousness of the situation properly impressed upon me, since I've been summoned at this time of year instead of any other. I do hope that Halloweentown can manage without me for a bit..."

[strangeandunusual]

Princess duties just went right out the window screaming like a banshee, at that statement.

"Halloweentown?! For real? Deadly vu, that sounds amazing! Is it Halloween all year there?"

Re: What's this?

[not_so_different]

Why Jack, there's another cackling, manic laugh nearby as Missy twirls a few times down the street. Why is she laughing? Who the hell knows. But she spots the tall skeleton man and BEAMS, dashing up to him with curiosity burning in her eyes.

"Why hello there you handsome devil."

Re: What's this?

[scarygoodtime]

The sudden dashing makes him blink, as the cackle honestly hadn't registered as unusual. Which for Jack it was--however uncommon cackles might be in this new place. Head turned slightly as he regarded the lady with the dark coat, one hand coming up against his lapel.

"Madam, you flatter me. And have me at a disadvantage, for I am just a humble skeleton. I haven't seen the devil since he was planning the menu for the two-week-deadline panic meeting."

[not_so_different]

Oh she's intrigued. So very interesting. She grins, looking him over.

"A humble skeleton? Oh my dear you needn't be humble about that. And you've actually met the devil? How fascinating! What was the deadline for?"

[scarygoodtime]

"I'm only slightly more advanced or involved than any other skeleton in Halloween Town, Madam ." Jack could be humble at times; occasionally. "My skills are simply used in a broader and wider array than their own, and I would not want to forget my roots." So yes--a 'humble' skeleton--but a master event planner and Pumpkin King.

"It was the two week-deadline before last Halloween. It's become informally known as the "panic" meeting as the Mayor seems to do little else until reassured that most of the items remaining on the list are in progress or handled. It can drone and stretch on though, do to checking all of the details to be certain we're ready, so food and drink are often provided." That year, the red devil had volunteered to supply food and drink, as his other contributions to the celebration hadn't taken up as much time.

[big_top_boss]

[Oh wow, this bone bastard is pretty impressive. He's not as big as Soul King, that's obvious, but he's still big. And Buggy wonders, as he watches the giant skeleton moving about like an excited tourist, if being larger than life in more than one way is just a general part of being dead.

He's also absolutely staring without an ounce of shame.] Damn. That's a big fancy skeleton...

[scarygoodtime]

[Language, really! Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes, at the odd compliment. He was a newcomer after all, and still learning his way around.]

I assure you sir, I am not a 'that'.

[Perhaps a bit of slight indignation; turning to face the clown, Jack let his hands fold behind his back with his hands clasped. A generally polite expression on his bony face, he inclined his head slightly.]

My name is Jack Skellington. And you?

[big_top_boss]

Oh.

[This isn't the worst Buggy's language gets, honestly. But he looks up and eyes the skeleton, and nods in response. Okay, it's a skele-man, Buggy isn't going to question gender of the dead in the end.] Jack Skellington? Huh. I'm captain Buggy the clown, the genius jester! You have the honor of a flashy meeting!

[Buggy eyes him again. The bony dude has style.] You're pretty flashy yourself. [For a dead guy, but look at the aesthetic! Jack is owning the spooky theming.]

[scarygoodtime]

[It was a combination of the word choice and tone, really. He was more than simply a 'thing', and most of the things he knew were quite a bit more impressive than himself.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain.

[With a full on flourishingly low bow, one arm out to the side and foot tucked back. Bony grin and all, as Jack raises his head.]

I do appreciate a sense of style and flair, thank you for noticing. I suspect we have that quality in common, Captain.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh...dear... Aziraphale looked up (and up and up) at the very tall skeleton making his way down Main Street. It was near twilight now and he had just been kicked out of the library yet again as they refused to stay open past seven o'clock. And well-- it was an unsettling confrontation. Yet... the skeleton didn't appear to be corroded in any way. In fact he seemed rather...normal.

Still, one never really knew for sure. So, wings flexing uncertainly and hands folded in front of him he approached the tall...creature.

"Hello... Pardon me if this is rude but...are you quite alright?"

[scarygoodtime]

Jack wasn't unfamiliar with angels--in theory. Usually they were perched on top of gravestones or in artwork. So the sight of a gentleman with white feathery wings was unusual, but not startling.

Especially since Jack was also in a new world; who knew what was common here or not?

So, when addressed, he turned and let a friendly smile come to his face. Hopefully it would be reassuring to the other. "I am quite alright, thank you for asking." Genuinely meaning it. "Other than finding myself still with some questions and many things that make me curious about this new world. But I do understand our hosts are busy, and that the situation here must be serious. It pulled me away from my home at such a busy time!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh so he must be simply... how he was. A strange, tall, oddly charming skeleton. Who at least
sounded cultured and was, more or less, impeccably tailored. Aziraphale wasn't sure what to make of the collar but it did fit the rather Halloween aesthetic of the fellow.

"Well it does tend to do that for some reason. But I suppose an hour of need waits for no man..." If he could be considered as such. "Would you care for a little tour? I've been sitting for ages and could do with a leg stretch.

[scarygoodtime]

"I doubt they'd be proper emergencies if there was any care given for timing." Jack agreed with a nod. "A tour would be lovely, although I must ask--are you a resident here in costume, or have you also been brought here by our hosts?"

[blue_ice]

Thus far, Kaiba is rather unimpressed with his new home. It's no Kaibaland. And of course he despises the very concept of 'magic'. But the skeleton is an interesting sight.

He's far too thin to be a human in costume, and his facial movements are incredibly lifelike. It has to be some form of advanced robotics or puppetry, but the only way to find out is to investigate further. Kaiba tries to look impressive, but...well, it's rare that he encounters anyone taller than him, and looking up is strange.

"What are you supposed to be?"

Blunt as ever.

[scarygoodtime]

Jack had been examining one of the store-fronts, lost in his own thoughts and admiring the decoration. The bluntness was unexpected, as so far Jack had encountered hints of fear and uncertainty, but politeness nonetheless from the people here. Raising an eyebrow, he cocked his head to the side and turned to regard the other.

"I'm supposed to be here to help the wizard Merlin, and the God Hades, and this is to be my new home and base of operations. I'm given to understand there are others who've been so summoned to assist our two hosts as well. That the need is dire." All entirely matter-of-factedly, and as if it were obvious.

[blue_ice]

"...right. That's what they're claiming."

He frowns and folds his arms. "This 'magic' thing really doesn't work for me. I have a business to run, and I'm no soldier. But if they think they're going to frighten me into it, they're wrong."

He's not scared. Definitely not scared. Just rude.

[scarygoodtime]

Oh Jack is very familiar with fear and its manifestations. From the tone of voice, posture, and look the younger man is giving him, he can already tell that any fear is buried deep down. Under a sense of bravado and surety that they understand the world and how it works, along with a deep mistrust and cynicism of anything they don't understand.

Were this Halloween, or in his own domain, Jack might focus on trying to dredge that deeply-buried fear up nearer to the surface. Change the icy stare in the other's eyes from disdain to a chill from fear. Test that bravado a little, see what makes this human hide behind their shield of cynicism.

But this was not his own domain, even if Halloween was close, and he was here for a different purpose besides.

"I doubt very highly that if they did not believe the need were dire, then I would not have been summoned so close to Halloween." Jack modulates his voice so that it is less bragging--no ego in it--and more statement of fact. Their hosts surely knew that only a great urgency would draw Jack from Halloween Town now. "I've not seen evidence one way or another yet to convince me they are lying. They also appeared quite busy, so I will not deny that I have further questions I'd like to ask of them as well, concerning this whole situation."

The other clearly disbelieved--now why. Was it simply that so-sure-cynicism, or something more?

Re: What's this?

[keen_gear]

"Good to see someone's having fun," she said looking up at him. A long way up at him. Was he one of Morgana's friends? Probably. "Think you could reach me some candy from the top shelf of the candy store?" If he said yes, he was a fun adult, if he started in on brushing her beak, she was out of there. Candy was usually a good test.

Re: What's this?

[mal_contented]

Okay. Super tall. Skinny. Clearly dead. Suit. She really can't be blamed for drawing the obvious conclusion. She walked over, crossed her arms, and looked up. "Are you one of the Doc's friends, then?"

Because everyone knew the headmaster of Dragon Hall, Doctor Facilier, had friends on the other side. And everyone knew he was a villian, one of the worst when he had power. Almost as bad as her mother. Which meant that if this was one of his friends, this guy needed to be informed that the people here were under the protection of dragons. Never mind that Figment was about as scary as a kitten and Mal couldn't actually TRANSFORM like her mother could. Half of being a VK was bluffing and talking a good game. She could and would do that here if needed.

Re: What's this?

[haberdashink]

Always good to see a fellow monster. Either he'd have someone to talk to, or he'd have a good fight. Either way, he was glad to see Jack.

"Ho, iz hyu new?" he asked in his thick accent.