vatheon | Monthly Mingle Log

Another month has passed and it is time for another oppertunity to mingle. Knowing of the curse that haunts the foreigners, Station Master has taken extra care to plan this party and the preparations only during the daylight hours. Wouldn't want to cause a giant panic, right?

Today, the little tucked away part of the plaza has been livened up with a host of spooky decorations, black cats and witches, skeletons and tomb stones, they have all been placed amongst the food tables, allowing for a casual halloween-ish mood. There are also a lot of pumpkins there, freshly prepared especially for this feast.

The tables of food are back too, filled to the brim with pumpkin pies, pumpkin squash, pumpkin cups cakes, honestly, you can put a pumpkin in and it is there. There are also large bowls of candy, free for the taking.

Naturally the two booths are there again, the one belonging to the welcoming committee, for any new (or old) character with a burning question, and the one belonging to the host club. Who knows what theme they have this week. Only way to find out is to check it out!

Finally, part of the plaza has been set up to allow for the talent contest that was to be held here, organized by a few of the foreigners themselves. Maybe it is time to check it out and see if there are any cool talents on display? Or maybe you have your own talent to display. If so, feel free to visit the show.

As every month, an invitation had gone out to all the foreigners in the day leading up to the party, reminding them of the party, the date, the times, and this time, attached had been an invitation to come dressed up. They might not be able to celebrate Halloween during the evening hours, but maybe a slightly late Halloween party would lift the spirits anyway? Station Master has certainly joined in himself too. For a day, he has exchanged his trusty cap for the scariest thing he could possible think of: a familiar white nurse's cap. 2spooky.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Prince of Heart, huh?

[She snorts.] That's super precious. I might just do that.

Only if I get something to call you in return. Miss Rad Shades just doesn't cut it, you know.

I would totally reply to that, though!

Then we can save that for special occasions.

I'm okay with this! Now I'll know when the occasion is special.

So. Introduction. Hop to it, Lady sniffoscope.

Haha! I like that one too.

It's Terezi! Terezi Pyrope.

Dirk Strider. Nice to meet you when you're not breathing down my neck, Terezi.

I only breathe down necks when the situation calls for it! And your neck was very sniff-worthy.

[You know when you know you should know a smell but you just can't place it...]

Nothing will ever be that sniff-worthy.

[Not particularly.]

You don't give yourself enough credit!

Given that you'd just popped into existence beside me, you can hardly blame me for taking the opportunity. It's not often that it rains Striders!

I give myself plenty of credit. I am damn awesome. That doesn't mean I appreciate being sniffed like a bouquet, unusual precipitation of Striders or not.

But you are a bouquet! A delicious Strider bouquet of creamsicles.

Would you prefer I continue to have no concept of your appearance? Rude.

You already got one good look- or sniff, as it were. I don't think you need another close-up shot.

[If Terezi keeps talking like this, he may have to start edging away. For the sake of his personal space.]

I'm starting to think that might not be necessary. I can tell you're a bit of a stinker from here.

[She sticks out her tongue.]

[He is fine with that.]

I've been told I have that reputation.

Gosh! You're so alike and yet so different.

Sort of reminds me of myself and my dancestor.

In that case, I assume the him you're talking about is Dave Strider. In what way?

[Okay, this is a topic he's actually a little more interested in.]

Duh! What other Striders are there?

You've both got the cool kid vibe going for you, but yours is a different brand.

I should hope so. Bro or not, I'm not about to be a carbon copy of him.

You're right. That would be incredibly dull, and a Strider is anything but that!

Even the stinkier ones.

You seem to have an unusually high knowledge of Striders, there. I take it you're more familiar with them than the average civilian?

It's true! I am the Strider expert. I've kept tabs on Dave since he was a tiny wiggler-human.

[They were also dating, but that might not be the best thing to just blurt out right now.]

Since he was a wiggler? Mind explaining how? As far as I knew, trolls were not a thing on their Earth.

Hahaha! That would be telling.

(no subject)

shippingmath - 2012-12-01 17:46 (UTC) - Expand

sniffdeceit - 2012-12-02 23:34 (UTC) - Expand