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

[trashylittlesecret]

"They said 'get rid of'. Pretty sure that's been code for 'kill' for at least as long as mobsters have been around, if not recorded time." Richie leans on his bat, anyway, and looks over at the dandy blond. Yeesh. He wonders if he's ever looked that obvious. Is that why he's talking to him? Can he tell? In trying not to blush, he probably just ends up doing so, anyway.

"But if you've been here, you'd know, right? You da boss."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Please, it's Aziraphale. Or Mr. Fell if you prefer." He catches the blush, but thinks nothing of it. He does have this effect on humans on occasion. "We are not in Gangland Chicago or New York." But he smiles pleasantly, not holding it against him given his obvious American heritage.

"Though you are rather...er... unique in your skill. You must have a good batting average." A joke. "Get a er... goal rather often do you?"

/cackling

[trashylittlesecret]

Unique. In his skill. Oh Jesus Christ, he's being hit on. And even the batting average joke, bad as it is, goes sailing over his head as he bluescreens slightly.

"Look, uh, not really. I mean, uh, that is, I think I'm not really your ... type?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

What? Oh. Honestly. He clicks his tongue.

"I am certainly not hitting on you in any way. I don't do entanglements. I was merely trying to cheer you up." Why human men tended to think that any other man with a certain charm was trying to hit on them with the least bit of attention was beyond him. Well, no, it wasn't. Not really. And he thought perhaps a lot of it was rooted in misplaced fear because of societal pressure and an inability through said pressure to access softer emotions because of fear of ignominy and rejection.

But that was neither here nor there.

"There's nothing wrong with admiring someone's ability is there? Even if one is rather flamboyant." He ruffles his feathers for emphasis.

[trashylittlesecret]

"Oh. Uh ... okay. Well, then, uhhh. First of all, now I feel like a horse's ass, so that's spectacular, thank you for making me feel the most at home I've been since I got here." He flashes a lopsided grin.

"As for the bat, thanks. I beat in a messy bitch monster's head with one when I was a kid. Guess you never lose the knack." He holds out a hand like an olive branch. "Rich Tozier."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Funny, I don't remember a thing that just happened." He takes his hand and shakes it. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Tozier. And... I'm half afraid to ask, but... Bitch Monster?"

[trashylittlesecret]

Okay, so the guy's nice. Really nice. He's not sure anyone's ever been that gracious to him after he stuck his foot so splendidly in his mouth, not even Bill.

"Most of us just called it 'It'." He snorts. "Stupid name, I know. But it was this ... thing from some other world or whatever, fell from the sky a billion jillion years ago and decided it liked eating people's fear. It really just makes me sound like I'm tripping balls any time I try and explain it, so really, maybe nothing happened just now, either. I'm just super boring."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"It sounds like a demon, frankly. And the fact that it's difficult to tell anyone about it must amplify that feeling. I'm terribly sorry you had to go through that ordeal." But it must have been good for him in some way, or the Almighty wouldn't have let it happen.

"I've been told the same." He smiles a bit. "It seems we have something in common. I'm also rather fond of single malt scotch. Would you care to join me in one?"

[trashylittlesecret]

"I think it was worse than a demon. Demons, you hit with holy water or crosses or 'the Power of Christ compels you' or some shit and down they go, right? Not this fucker. We thought we had it, and twenty-seven years later, POW. Back like Gloria fuckin' Gaynor."

He pauses. Did someone say booze?

"Oh shit, yes."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He shivers a little at the mention of Holy Water, tucking his wings close to his back. "Indeed." Though the less said about that the better. He's not sure what the creature is, though he was sure he could deal with it if he were restored to his proper self, ineffective Holy Water or not.

"This way." He gestures for the man to follow him. "So tell me, my dear. What is it you do for fun?"

[trashylittlesecret]

Being called 'my dear' within minutes of being reassured he wasn't being hit on was a very interesting experience, believe you him. Thankfully, Aziraphale's back was to Richie, so he wouldn't see the mouthed dude, what the fuck it earned him.

"Fun? Oh. Um ... I like goin' to the movies. Bowling, sometimes, I guess, I do a few lanes now and then. Arcade games, though, that's my jam. Skee-ball, virtual racing, crane games, kid-at-heart kind of shit. They've got this place back home called Dave & Buster's that's just freakin' great for that. You can play a whole bunch of games and there's a full bar, and you can order dinner in between, get like ... a steak and a brew."