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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~
creepyoldguy: (thumbsup)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-10 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, she didn't care if you knew about ghosts. It was going to the Netherworld and then leaving the Netherworld that she had issue with."

Beetlejuice supposed the next question was fairly valid, given what she had told him. He shrugged slightly.

"Because, in the brief, brief, time I was alive, I gained an appreciation for it. Life, I mean. And demons are apparently not equipped to handle that range of emotions, but, I digress."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "So. An appreciation for life, a fairly deep-rooted hatred for her, and the fact I am your friend."
strangeandunusual: (you are so full of it)

[personal profile] strangeandunusual 2019-12-10 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are ... so, so different."

And not even just in the 'different from everyone else' sense, like they both had been before. Different from the Beetlejuice she'd expected when she first caught sight of those stripes. The fact that he'd actually called himself a demon, not a ghost, aside, it went deeper than that, too. She'd developed a very high-functioning bullshit radar from living with someone who made real estate deals for a living, and he wasn't putting out nearly as much as she'd expected - not even as much as Hades. When he said he was her friend ... something about the way he said it was genuine.

True, there were still bits about blackmail and torture that worried her, but ... Crowley had done those things. Mal regularly stole and teased and lied. Neither of them were awful people at the core, no matter how much they insisted they were. They genuinely cared about some people. Was it possible this quantum, not-ghostly Ghost With The Most was the same?

"Mmmm ... This is a lot to think about," she said, deadpan as she'd ever been, and fell in step behind whoever was in line. "We need ice cream."
creepyoldguy: (3D)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-11 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks!"

He was pretty sure that was a compliment.

"Yes." He wasn't about to turn down ice cream. Not when this!Lydia was letting him stick around.

Although, this did bring him to a question that was weighing fairly heavily on his mind. "Just where the hell are we, anyway?"
Edited 2019-12-13 01:22 (UTC)
strangeandunusual: (this thing reads like...)

[personal profile] strangeandunusual 2019-12-13 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It absolutely was a compliment, and she smiled wider when he took it as one. It was one more step in the right direction - proving that he was a better kind of different. When he spoke up again, she was glad of a few people in line ahead of them. She'd have time to explain, and then they'd each have something to think about while the sundaes got made.

"It's a world outside of time. They call it the Magic Kingdoms: the source of all Imagination. Without it, all the different worlds people come from can't exist. You and I aren't the only ones who have ... different versions of the same world, either. My friends Fenton and Webby come from two different places called Duckburg, and know each other as completely different people, too. It's part of why this -" she gestured between them - "isn't completely breaking my brain. ... Anyway, everyone who lives in my building came through that giant mirror like you and I did. We've been brought here because we've all got really strong Imaginations, and they need us to help save the Kingdoms from being destroyed. We were kind of their last good idea."
creepyoldguy: from: stratfords @ livejournal (c'mon)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-14 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
That was a lot to take in. Beetlejuice was a little incredulous.

“A mirror thought I’d be helpful in saving a world?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Lydia. Or that he doubted his own creativity, and of course he’d be an appealing choice for—anything.

But, that was a level of assumed selflessness that he wasn’t sure was warranted, or was appealing.

“Interesting,” he drawled. “But, uh, kinda hard to help anyone when my powers seem to be, ah, nonexistent.”
strangeandunusual: (princess of the two worlds)

[personal profile] strangeandunusual 2019-12-18 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
She had a feeling he was a few moments away from asking what was in it for him ... which was precisely why she'd brought him for ice cream. She stepped up to the counter. "Hi Bert," she said to the sunny-faced vendor behind the counter. "I wanted to introduce you to a new Apprentice. This is B.J! Can we get a couple of ice cream cones, please?"

"You betcha, little lady," he said with a sunny smile, and proceeded to make them up, topping them generously with extra chocolate sprinkles before handing them over. "Welcome t' the Kingdoms, B.J."

No munny changed hands. Not a single coin or bill. "Thanks! I'll have those photos for the new brochures developed for you by tomorrow." With that, she took her cone and gestured toward a window seat. "The reason you don't have your powers is that they're different, here. You just have to learn how to use the new ones. Like I had to learn mine."
creepyoldguy: (on da table)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-18 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He flashed the ice cream guy a charming, if entirely off kilter, smile.

Beetlejuice noted the lack of money, which had his attention for the moment. As they sat down, he asked in all sincerity, “So you blackmailing that guy and getting free ice cream? Or are you offering magic protection in exchange for it. Like a witchy mafia thing? Either way, good on you, very cool.”

He shut up and thought about the rest, munching his ice cream quite happily. When he did speak he gestured with his cone.

“I think they got the wrong guy. Mirror had a glitch or something. Because, learning a different power set sounds incredibly boring. “
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strangeandunusual: (hey lookit me I'm finally free)

[personal profile] strangeandunusual 2019-12-29 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"No blackmail. Apprentices may have to learn new powers, but we also get free ice cream, and food, and a few other things from the people here for helping keep them safe from the Corroded."

She focused on keeping her cone from dripping too much as he rambled on a bit, then had a trail of ants come wandering in to investigate their table. You know. In case he still ate bugs, or whatever. Or just to show off. Maybe a bit of both.

"I don't know, you always seemed pretty imaginative to me. And learning can be fun if you have someone to practice with."
creepyoldguy: from: stratfords @ livejournal (beautiful sound)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-30 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. So, everyone here is being used. That's not fantastic news, but, not exactly shocking."

He watched the ants with an appreciative eyebrow raise, and, to be fair, a bit of envy too. Beetlejuice could sulk and find Lydia's magic impressive at the same time, he was secure in his talents there.

The violet that had been creeping into his hair vanished with the compliment, however, green going back in its wake. "I am imaginative. Incredibly imaginative."
strangeandunusual: (do you hear that sound?)

[personal profile] strangeandunusual 2019-12-30 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You think of it like Missy does," she observed, smiling a bit as she realized that the two might get along a bit like a house on fire, with possibly the same results.

"I've never seen your hair change like that before," she observed. "That's new. Usually it's just ..." She gestured vaguely. 'Dirty' blond was an understatement. "Gross."
creepyoldguy: (thumbsup)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-30 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like Missy is pretty on top of things."

"Hey, my hair is plenty gross, thank you." He winced a little. Of course that would stick around. "And...Yeah, it does that. Can't control it."
strangeandunusual: (you can't even change a tire)

[personal profile] strangeandunusual 2019-12-30 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"She is," Lydia agreed. "She's really smart, and she's traveled through time and space, so she knows a lot of things. I don't think she really has a job? But sometimes she plays the piano outside the Opera House."

For what it was worth, she had no idea that the colors had meanings: she just noticed that it had happened. "That's pretty cool. Does it feel weird when it changes color? Or do you not notice?"
creepyoldguy: from: stratfords @ livejournal (Default)

[personal profile] creepyoldguy 2019-12-30 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Pfft. Shouldn't an Opera House have a pipe organ?"

Though, it was nice to know unemployment was an option.

Lydia's question got a momentary paused as he finished his cone. "Yeah and no."

Yes, he was aware of having his current mood, but, no, he didn't really notice the color change itself. "Really annoys my mom."