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]

Holy shit this woman liked to talk. It was like being stuck in the deadlights, only with estrogen and gossip and drama instead of ball-shrinking terror: all he could do was sit there, and maybe occasionally manage a nod until she let him go. The recap was a blessing.

"So you're saying I'm like some kind of guinea pig...?"

[bigbadrose]

Just be glad you never met her Mum!!!

A face scrunch!

"More like trailblazer. It kinda sucks, but that way, your friends can keep up when they need to, yeah?"

[trashylittlesecret]

"Trailblazer." He thinks of all the trails scattered across Maine, the handful they'd tried on school trips, the days of hiking boots and trail mix and tiny, shitty tents. He'd actually kind of loved it, pretending that they were big game hunters or world explorers. He's a little closer to his childhood than he ever expected he'd be, with all those returned memories swimming around in his head, still processing.

This is the first time he's thought to consider them a blessing. At last, he cracks a smile.

"Smashing," he proclaims in that stuffy British voice from earlier, only now it's a bit more Tim Curry than Alistair Cook. "Well, then, dearie bird, now that I've mapped this fine watering hole, perhaps we should see what that ruckus is all about. Pip pip!"

He can't believe he's doing this. Only ... tilt it a little. Hunt a rhino with a stick gun in some forsaken branch of the Appalachian Trail? Easy. Training for facing down a two-story demon in a sewer. The big fear is dead. If he can kill that, maybe he can kill anything.

[bigbadrose]

Rose giggles even more at the terrible accent, is this how she sounds to the Doctor whenever she mimics others, and gives him finger guns. What's the American expression? She punches the air in cheer, "Right on!"

[trashylittlesecret]

He laughs, honest-to-God laughs, and it feels good, even if it's just a few drops in the empty, Eds-and-Stan-shaped hole in his heart. Maybe that's the blessing talking, but he really does feel a little better. He's so used to being the one to make everyone laugh that her being a goof, even just for a second, is a taste of his own medicine.

"Ye-ah." He abandons the bottle, fishes some munny out of the butt pocket of his jeans, and slips it underneath for the bartender to find later.

"Where do you think a guy can get a weapon around here? I'm not punching this thing. I punch like a second grader."

[bigbadrose]

"Yee-haw," Rose teased, abysmally.

And scrunched her face. "Are you any good with a sword? Because that's all they've got. Oh wait, they might have other same-era stuff?"

[trashylittlesecret]

"OhGod," he gasped, as though that had actually caused him physical pain. "Cowboys? Reall-- no, you know what, I deserved it for the pip-pip bullshit, you're absolutely right. ... Your face is gonna stick that way. ... And there's only one sword I'm any good with and no monster's layin' eyes on it, let me tell you."

[bigbadrose]

"Whaaaa--?!" She started following him along, and when the reference kicked in, she all but screeched, going bright. "Ohmygod!!!" she also nearly died of laughter.

"I didn't my know which o' you is worse!!! You or Jack!!" But she laughed some more, and rubbed her face in embarrassment. "Okay, so what are you good with? Is it racist if I assume guns?" Rose shook her head, "Anyway they don't have that here. But they'll teach you in classes... Depending on your type. I'm a fairy..." She pointed a finger at him, "Not one word." Even if it was almost half a date.

[trashylittlesecret]

"Only these - pew pew!" He had a fine set of finger-guns and used them happily, grinning. Then - oh, this was definitely the work of the blessing spell on his confidence and bravery, because he wasn't even aware of it until he'd said it.

"You aaaare?" He gasped, eyes wide as he stretched his head back on his neck like the lost sixth member of Queer Eye. "Ya don't say, honey, so am I!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he froze. It was extremely clear he hadn't planned on sharing that.

[bigbadrose]

She giggles even more at that, "Ooooooh blimey I wish Jack or Jake were here for that!!!" She shook her head. Duly noted: confidence charms + alcohol = AMAZING.

"No weapons for me though. Just magic, and a lot of dodging. So what are you hoping for?"

[trashylittlesecret]

"Other than a pony and a Sega Genesis because I've been a good boy?" He recovers quickly with a joke within reach. Maybe if he just keeps cracking wise, she'll forget. Yeah, sure, kid, and maybe the New England Patriots will pull their heads out of their asses and stop turning their fans into assholes.

"I guess there's not a medieval equivalent of a great big heavy stick, is there? I'm really only good at throwing rocks and beating the shit outta stuff with a stick. And even then it's like a Queen song. You know. Unda Pressha. ... For a Brit, David Bowie could slip into a wicked Mainah when he wanted to."

[bigbadrose]

"Well," Rose pursed her lips together in mock thought. "Stay a good boy by Christmas and who knows what Santa will bring you..."

This was a bad thing to joke about, and Rose clearly had a mini meltdown in her head. "Sorry," she made a face and tried to shake herself out of it. "That might not seem long, but for me..." She shuddered and chewed her bottom lip, trying harder not to think about why that bothered her so much. "I kind of cheat and fast forward and... blimey it's too hot out, innit?"

Weapons, focus on weapons. Real ones not the dimension cannon. "Like a cricket bat? Wicked Mainah...." She burst out giggling and shook her head more, "Right, I promise to never do that again. Honestly though, yeah, you could probably get a cricket bat and marbles. Otherwise a staff if you wanna get all fancy Gandalf. You shall not pass!"

given that after Christmas, App Santa might bring him his bf ... XD

[trashylittlesecret]

"Cricket bat, that's the one that looks like someone stuck a Slugger under a steamroller, right? Might do the trick. And I don't think I'm Gandalf enough for a staff. Or Donatello enough, if you really wanna speak my language."

He frowned. Something about Christmas had her really shaken up. Maybe it was family. Maybe it was that time travel stuff, since she mentioned skipping ahead. Either way, they both seemed like they had subjects they wanted to avoid.

"Marbles'd only really be good with a slingshot. What about like ... bocce balls? Those things could pack a wallop."