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~

Comments

III

[az_shrimp_horny]

Eleanor had been at the bar partaking in some of her favorite beverages when the chaos started. She'd been ready to take off and help... When she saw a certain four eyes duck behind the bar.

She narrowed her eyes and followed him. "Yo, asshole." She snatched the bottle out of his hand, spilling some the booze. "First off that's stealing. Secondly, stop being a chicken shit and come help us."

[trashylittlesecret]

"First of all, Shellshock, it ain't stealing if I leave a twenty on the way out." He gave her a hairy eyeball from behind his glasses as he tried to take it back. "And second of all, I'm no chicken shit, but I'm really not feeling it tonight."

He glances down at his palm. No scar, no promise. It's that simple to him.

"You might be a good drinking buddy, but you aren't a Loser. And those are the only people I'd even consider sticking my neck out for."

[az_shrimp_horny]

She kept the bottle out of his reach, setting it on the bar behind her.

"Listen. I get it. Shit's bat shit bananas here and you've got an ass load of baggage you're dealing with. Well guess what, buttercup? That sums up pretty much everyone here. Feeling it or not, there are people in trouble. And you can bet your ass that they're not feeling getting chomped on by some corroded shit."

She reached up and grabbed him by the ear, pulling him towards the door.

"So you're gonna come out there with me and kick some corroded ass. Then I'll buy you a couple of bottles and we can get as blitzed as you want."

[trashylittlesecret]

Richie howled as she grabbed his ear. "Fffuuuuuuccck what do you think this is, Reservoir Dogs? Jesus H. Christ, lemme go!"

He flailed at her arm, but it wasn't much use. Maybe it was the magic. Maybe he was just kind of pathetic. Or maybe, hey, here's a thought, kid, he told himself, maybe every single one of those Losers would beep beep your fucking ass and not let up.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'. But I don't hafta like it, and if I die, I'm haunting your sock drawer."

[az_shrimp_horny]

As soon as he agreed she released his ear with a smug smirk.

"Hope you like nasty socks 'cause I don't wash those fuckers til they stand up on their own."

She nudged him with an elbow. "Hey. What do you think the H. stands for?" Hopefully that'd help distract him as she pulled open the door, ushering him out.

[trashylittlesecret]

The question caught him by such surprise that had she not been herding him around, he would have dug his heels into the floor full stop.

"Richie why do you even say that I mean come on no one actually knows if Jesus had a middle initial and even if he did WHAT DOES THE H STAND FOR?"
Stan had spoken first, reaching up and putting a hand over each of their mouths with a rare, smart-ass smirk.

"Hebrew," he said quietly. Thanks for showing up again, man. "Can we stop at the store first? ... I need a baseball bat."

[az_shrimp_horny]

She was oblivious to the flashback going on in his addled brain, only able to focus on maneuvering them around a few people fleeing the corroded.

"Really? Huh. I... Didn't expect an actual answer. But I guess that makes sense."

The question gets a smile from her. "You've got it bud. It's on the house."

[trashylittlesecret]

"Stan," he said by way of explanation. If they were going to beat something up, he was sparing most of his brainpower to keep his legs headed in the right direction. But it didn't mean he couldn't spare at least a crack or two.

"Oh yeah? Thanks. ... I keep forgetting that you're actually fooling people into thinking you're a functional adult."

[az_shrimp_horny]

"Is that supposed to mean something?"

Dude you're not making any sense. She loops her arm around his, making the walk seem far more cheery than it really was. Grinning up at him, she laughed.

"I know, right? I keep wondering when they'll figure it out and they keep paying me. It really is the best. You figured out what you want to do, yet?"

[trashylittlesecret]

Maybe she'd been into too many of those margaritas by the time he got around to Loser 101 the other night. He shrugged. "At this point I'll fill you in later."

When she looped her arm around his, he grinned back: she spoke his language, the one where you laughed like an imbecile when all you really wanted to do was scream. His eyes fell on the awning of the Penny Arcade.

"Think they're hiring? I could trade kids tickets for cheap shit and sweep floors."

[az_shrimp_horny]

Eh she was shit with names when she was sober and you were expecting her to remember someone who wasn't even there? Good luck, asshole.

She smiled, "They might be. I've only been in once or twice but it seems like a pretty alright place. There are worse places to work."

[trashylittlesecret]

"Like Hollywood," he quipped, pushing the door of the Emporium open. The place was silent as a tomb, the lights out, dark ... like something out of the movies they used to pile into when they were kids, loaded up with popcorn and Swedish Fish and SnoCaps. He knew it was just a store. He'd been in there a few times already during proper business hours. He knew. He knew it was fine.

So why the chill creeping down his shoulders, setting the hair on his arms on end?

"... or mainstream retail ..."

[az_shrimp_horny]

She shrugged. "Wouldn't know, never been. I can tell you there are some pretty shitty places to work in Arizona, though."

Oblivious to his discomfort, she strolled on in like she owned the place... which wasn't too far off. She flicked one of the light switches, illuminating some of the aisles. Just enough to make it easier to see without lighting up the whole place. "C'mon, the bats are this way." Gesturing to him, she led the way towards sportswear. "Retail sucks ass, too, trust me. That's why I usually make everyone else do all the work."

[trashylittlesecret]

Let there be light, hallefuckinglujah, he thought, laughing. It could have been in response to the Arizona comment, but really, he was just chasing away the last of those shivers.

"Yeah, I did my time with that shit for a couple years." At a Spencers, even, but he wasn't sure they were at a friendship level that merited that kind of self-embarrassment yet. "Even bussed tables for a while."

He strolled up to the rack of sports equipment and picked a bat, sighting down it just for the sake of BSing up some badassery. "Sounds like depending on which people I'd ask, you're either a professional genius or a grade-A hose beast."

[az_shrimp_horny]

"Oof. Yeah, I've been there. Though I found my real calling in sales. Like... telemarketing shit. I shouldn't be proud of it but I was really fucking good at it."

She leaned on a nearby shelf while he chose his weapon. Really? Was he really going all pro over a bat? "You're not wrong. You about ready there, Goldschmidt?"

[trashylittlesecret]

"Well, you sold me on this," he shrugged, slinging the bat up against his shoulder. "And who the fucking hell is Goldschmidt? Is that an Arizona thing?"

[az_shrimp_horny]

"That's nothin'. And consider the bat a freebie. Though you break it you buy your own next time."

Shaking her head, she gestured and started walking back towards the entrance. "Seriously? Dude, he's only the best batter on the Diamondbacks!"

[trashylittlesecret]

"That ain't saying much," he quips. "Though it occurs to me maybe I should coat over the truth a little bit for the woman footing the bill for my implement of destruction."

[az_shrimp_horny]

She shrugs with a laugh, "Eh I'm not one of the die hards. I just know enough to get laid by them." Hey, what's the point in lying?

When they get to the entrance she flicked the light back off before opening the door. "Shall we?"