Halloween Event!

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Trick or Treat

It's that time again - time to gorge yourself full of sweets and candies. Of course, that means you have to trick or treat for it. It doesn't matter if you meant to trick or treat, because for some reason, you're doing it anyway. Actually, you've already knocked on the neighbor's door, and suddenly blurted out, "Trick or treat!" Whether you meant to or not.

And suddenly, you're in costume. Huh. You don't remember picking that to wear... Oh, and just in time for the person to answer the door and give you candy.

So have at it, trick or treaters! Or candy-givers alike.

Comments

i can do this a day late right

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[A dramatic swoosh of his cape as he flings his arm out, shoving his candy bag all up into the grill of whoever just opened the door!]

Trick... or treat?

[Descole is... dressed as he usually is. IT'S TRULY AN OUTFIT FOR ALL OCCASIONS.]

absolutely

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

Okyaku-sama certainly has an interesting choice in costume. How may I help you?

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[...Well he has no idea what that Japanese word meant, but.]

Ha, weren't you listening, young man? Give me a treat, or else I'll be required to trick you!

[A trick in the form of one of those insanely annoying slider puzzles, of course 8) ]

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

Our club offers a plethora of sweets and tea for your consumption if you're interested, sir.

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

For a fee.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

...

I believe you're missing the point of this holiday, boy. Or perhaps you're just asking for a trick?

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

Oh? Exactly what sort of trick would Okyaku-sama be proposing?

[Graciously.]

The Ouran Host Club is willing to cater to the fantasy of every one of its patrons. I would be honored to help you.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

A puzzle, of course! What else?

[Like it's the most natural thing in the world. --But wait.]

"Host Club"? "Fantasy"?

...

What sort of establishment is this, exactly?

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya steps back, gesturing with his hand to the inside of the room. Descole, you have not seen bling until now - it's even coming off of the people, shoujo bubbles and all.]

As I mentioned, it is a host club. Why don't you step inside? It is certainly cold and uninviting outside.

[Someone probably from Kyouya's secret service army pushes Descole forward from the back of his shoulders.]

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[WHOA wait he doesn't want to go in! How is he going to get candy now!? ...Though, there's no denying that the place is impressive. Almost as impressive as his own mansion! Almost, but not quite.]

I had no idea this building held such a place. Is this some sort of -- tea parlor?

[Looking around. Seriously he has no idea what he means by 'host club'. And this doesn't look like the kind of shady thing he'd been imagining.]

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya rubs his chin for a second, and it's definitely not the most assuring of pauses before he looks back over.]

...We do serve tea.

[Were the gay types always this difficult to handle? He supposed Tamaki would've been better at this; he wasn't king for nothing.]

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

But that's not the sole purpose of this establishment.

[Hm. Sizing you up from behind that mask.]

Ah - perhaps you're attempting to pull a trick on me? Must I figure out what's going on here on my own? At first glance, it looks to be some sort of party...

oh god it's my first time using snake be gentle descool

[gditfoxdie.livejournal.com]

[Snake just raises an eyebrow at the man on his doorstep.]

What're you supposed to be?

SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

Me?

[CACKLES.]

I am Jean Descole [WHOOSH FLINGING HIS CAPE], a scientist reaching for the very stars in the sky!

SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!?

[gditfoxdie.livejournal.com]

...Right.

[There's an awkward moment as he just outright stares at his feather boa... thing.]

Trick, then.

SNAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAKE!!!

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[...What's that look for :|]

You don't have any treats?

[Wow. All he wanted was a crappy Tootsie Roll or something.]

Very well then! I'll have to give you a puzzle.

[DRAMATIC POINTING!]

Puzzle number zero-zero-one! Two bodies have I, though both joined in one, the longer I stand still, the faster I run. What am I?

[gditfoxdie.livejournal.com]

...

Hold on a second.

[Snake raises a hand to his ear, and it sounds like there's some mumbling (then some bickering), before he turns and answers.]

An hourglass.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[Well that didn't look suspicious at all.]

...Were you cheating? On such a simple little rhyme?

[gditfoxdie.livejournal.com]

Of course not. I was thinking really hard.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

I could hear you talking to someone.

[B| Cheating won't get you any picarats, dude.]

[gditfoxdie.livejournal.com]

...No one else is here.

[Picarats? What are those? 8D]

But anyway. Here. For being a good sport.

[Snake reaches inside to grab something, holding out a Calorie Mate to Descole.]

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

[Yeah whatever. Give him that!]

What is this? "Calorie Mate"...?

[That doesn't sound like candy. In fact, it sounds kind of gross.]