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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.

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[Of course he is a boy, if he was a girl we would've noticed already.]

What about twoo-- ow. ow ow.

[Holy fuck Darkleer moving his arm hurts. He clenches his teeth together, trying to keep still, his claws threading into the sofa.]

Hush, now, it'll be done soon...

[Just... another little push and- he feels the ball go back into its socket just by how Gamzee's arm moves. For a moment, he pokes and prods a bit more, making sure that everything is alright.]

Try moving it now... We can get something to put on it if you want.

[He cautiously moves it. It's still sore, but now it is the sort of 'holy fuck this is sore cause my shoulder was just dislocated' sore and not the 'holy fuck my arm is busted' sore. It is different.]

Maybe some ice?

[If ice can help with sore balls, surely it can help with sore shoulder balls too.]

Alright, hold on a moment... [He quickly goes to get a small icebag from the fridge. When he returns, right onto Gamzee's shoulder it goes, tied there firmly. Then... Yep, he's pulling out a caramel apple for him.]

I'll go see Equius now, alright?

[Awww, yisss, ice.

He sinks back against the couch, his eyes sliding shut as he holds the icebag to his shoulder. He'll probably need that wrapped up later to give some extra support, but right now he is happy enough with his icebag.

He opens his eyes for a moment when Darkleer presses the caramel apple into his hand --hey why let injury keep you from food-- though he pauses before shoving it in his mouth.]

Aight. Could you like... all tell the motherfucker that this weren't his fuckin' thing? He's probably blaming hisself on it.

That's what I planned to do.

[A part of him wants to pet Gamzee's head, but now that the issue has been dealt with, he's starting to worry about parts of himself the curse has been all too eager to point out. So he just awkwardly pats at his knee before getting up and moving to the backyard.]

Equius?

[Equius is in the chocobo pen. He's sitting towards the back, his knees up against his chest and his arms tight around them, his head down and his long hair obscuring his face. Darkleer the chocobo and Pounce are sitting on either side of him, being remarkably well-behaved (for Darkleer, anyway) and kwehing softly. Pounce is even grooming some of his hair with her beak.]

[He looks up when Darkleer approaches, his expression stricken.]

Is he okay?

[Gently, mindful of the chocobos, Darkleer kneels down before Equius and tries to gather him up into his arms. He knows how much it can hurt when you cause pain to the ones you love with a part of yourself.]

He's perfectly fine. It was just a dislocated shoulder. I put it back in its place, and now he's just putting some ice on it. It is nothing to worry about.

[Normally, Equius would curl right into Darkleer, but this time he shies away.]

Don't!

[The chocobos ruffle their feathers at that sudden outburst, and Darkleer the bird bumps his head menacingly against his namesake's shoulder.]

Don't touch me, I'll hurt you too!

Equius, sssh... When have you ever been able to hurt me?

[Without much care, Darkleer places his hand over the blue chocobo's head and pushes him away.]

Gamzee is just fine. You didn't break his arm, did you? You didn't tear it off. It may not seem like much but.. you're getting better.

[There's always a first time.]

[The chocobo warks crabbily, but shuffles to one side to give Darkleer more room. If the older blueblood tries again, Equius won't resist him.]

But I hurt him.

[Darkleer, you don't understand, this is what Equius' melted fairy turned into, brought to life!]

Then work harder to make sure that you don't do it again.

[Coming closer still, Darkleer places a hand on Equius' shoulder.]

We'll always be here for you while you do so.

But... but that's what my fairy turned into!

[Equius reveals the information in a burst, turning and looking at Darkleer with stricken eyes.]

It turned into blood, all my friend's blood, your blood, because I can't control myself! All I can do is hurt, I never make things better, just worse!

[His fairy...? Oh.]

Oh Equius, hush, they are nothing but liars and deceivers- [This time, he tries again to pull him into his arms, wanting to hold him close. His own nightmares are nagging at him, reminding him of his own weaknesses and sins, but this boy. This boy deserves so much better.]

If nothing else, you've made my life better. I think Gamzee and Nepeta would say the same.

[This time, Equius folds against Darkleer, hiding his face across his ancestor's broad chest. His shoulders quake once or twice before he gets control of himself. STRONG, Equius, be STRONG.]

I... I try, Darkleer... I try so hard...

I know you do, Equius, I know. No one, not a single soul that has ever been alive, has ever tried as hard as you do.

[He begins to stroke through his hair, pressing his head down as much as he can without poking himself in the eye.]

One day, one day I know you'll be rewarded for it...

[~~That's what she said~~]

[Equius sniffs against Dualscar's chest for a moment, then looks up at him.]

Is Gamzee mad at me?

Of course not.

[Darkleer squeezes him for a moment.]

He told me to let you know that he doesn't blame you for it.

[Somehow, that just makes Equius feel worse, and he hides his face against Darkleer's chest again.]

He deserves better than me.

[Cupping Equius' face, Darkleer tries to get him to face him again.]

But he wants you. You are the one who makes him happy.

[Equius resists, trying to keep his face hidden.]

But I'm dangerous.

[He makes a quiet, choking sound against Darkleer's chest.]

He deserves someone who can touch him back.

[Darkleer keeps trying to get him to look up, brows furrowed.]

You can touch him. You just haven't gotten there [i]yet[/i]. But you're getting closer, Equius. If you weren't getting closer, you would have done so much worse, I know, I know. You just have to keep going. You just have to be patient a little while longer.

[Equius sniffs one last time, then lets Darkleer move his face so he's looking up at his ancestor.]

But what if he decides he can't wait for me any longer?

[Gently, Darkleer rubs one of his horns against Equius' sole whole one.]

We will come to that when and if if happens. But for right now... Your matesprit has eyes only for you, no matter what.

[Equius jumps a little at the sudden, almost shocking intimacy of Darkleer's horn rubbing against his. No one touches his horns, pretty much ever; people see the broken one and then immediately give them a wide berth. This, though... this is nice. It's comforting, gentle and reassuring, and he shyly tilts his head to rub back.]

... thank you, Dadleer. For everything.

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