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Post by Moni on Oct 28, 2018 19:02:22 GMT -5
There's really nobody trick-or-treating near this place, even though the lights are on. The house immediately to the left is swarmed with small children, and the one to the right--well, it's owned by a Scrooge who couldn't care less for children, adults, animals, plants, or anything, really, but at least they had the decency to keep their lights closed.
Sometimes, you see somebody walking up to the door, holding their pumpkin-shaped container, and with a smile that's missing a few teeth, yell, "trick or treat!" The woman who answers the door smiles slightly, stretches her arm out of sight, and returns with a little plastic bag containing a toothbrush, some toothpaste, floss, and even a tiny sampling of mouthwash. Alcohol-free, of course.
"Kid, your costume's decent, but if the work you put into it is any indication of your work ethic in general... you need to shape up in the coming years, or you'll never graduate college," she says. "Store-bought... you can't depend on your parents' money forever; you've gotta be more independent sometime.
"The stuff in the bag? Not candy, by the way, so don't try eating it. It's so that your teeth don't rot when they grow back in from all the evil people trying to make them fall out. Happy Halloween, and remember, tooth decay can portend serious issues for the rest of your body, and really, the weight of your own mortality is way scarier than anything you'll encounter tonight--it's the real horror of this darned holiday!"
The child is confused, but... prances away to her parents happily. It's not the best stop for candy... but it's something? You should probably check it out, if you really feel like your life wasn't miserable enough already.
disclaimer: this house will offer you dental hygiene products as well as some... "constructive" criticism for your costume! if you don't want to encounter an angry dentist with some choice words, might want to skip this one.
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 28, 2018 19:21:18 GMT -5
A hooded-cloaked mage watches the dentist... deal with the kid, in her own way. They aren't sure about the delivery, but... actually, it's pretty nice to give someone dental stuff to fight off the plaque, right? And the mage could always use more dental hygiene equipment. Maybe they should stop by?
They hesitate, but they walk up to the house, lean on their staff for support, and knock on the door. "Trick or treatment!"
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Post by June Scarlet on Oct 28, 2018 21:19:07 GMT -5
A girl dressed as a witch walks up to the dentist's house. Her hat is black with gold stars, and she wears a black dress, but otherwise not much else. It's a very simple costume. She reaches the door and says, "Trick or treat!"
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Post by Celestial on Oct 29, 2018 4:58:44 GMT -5
Jackie walks up to the house, looking at the information plaque. "Oh, a dentist. Wonderful. Dentists are sensible people, not known for dragging a person into a sweeping adventure even though they work for an organisation who would it this all so much better, thank you," she sighs and rings the doorbell. "Excuse me. Can I get a hand? My car has unfortunately broken down," she points to a red mini away out on the street. "I keep going to all these houses but all they do is get me involved in shenanigans. Story of my life, really."
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Post by Moni on Oct 29, 2018 12:44:31 GMT -5
A hooded-cloaked mage watches the dentist... deal with the kid, in her own way. They aren't sure about the delivery, but... actually, it's pretty nice to give someone dental stuff to fight off the plaque, right? And the mage could always use more dental hygiene equipment. Maybe they should stop by? They hesitate, but they walk up to the house, lean on their staff for support, and knock on the door. "Trick or treatment!" The dentist smiles. Her teeth are so immaculate that you're pretty sure they have never so much have experienced a tooth stain in her life--and maybe they'll be the last thing on her to decompose when she actually does die. She seems to have been born for this job. "Why, somebody who's like-minded!" she says. She pulls out two bags of dental equipment, as well as a long list of brochures on dental hygiene and pathology. "Here's some ... well, not treatments, per say, but certainly things that will forfend it. Prevention is, after all, the best counter to any sort of malady! "Brush twice a day, and floss once a day, and remember to get your teeth checked biannually! And do get rid of your cloak; it is very unnecessary to hide a smile full of great teeth that you've taken care of! No need to be dressed like a fantasy hermit--those people get nowhere in the real world!" A girl dressed as a witch walks up to the dentist's house. Her hat is black with gold stars, and she wears a black dress, but otherwise not much else. It's a very simple costume. She reaches the door and says, "Trick or treat!" The dentist gets a plastic bag for the girl. "This is neither a trick nor a treat, but something that will actually help you in the long run: promoting your oral health!" she says. "I see you're dressed as a witch, today. Not the best costume, but honestly, I feel you would look great without the hat: the black dress looks nice enough for all sorts of occasions. You'll have to develop a fashion sense if you want to get anywhere in life: a hat does not a costume make, but that simplicity will serve you well if you can harvest it!" Jackie walks up to the house, looking at the information plaque. "Oh, a dentist. Wonderful. Dentists are sensible people, not known for dragging a person into a sweeping adventure even though they work for an organisation who would it this all so much better, thank you," she sighs and rings the doorbell. "Excuse me. Can I get a hand? My car has unfortunately broken down," she points to a red mini away out on the street. "I keep going to all these houses but all they do is get me involved in shenanigans. Story of my life, really." "Oh, and let me guess, all these other houses have been giving you mouth-rotting 'foods' as well! First things first, we'll need to rectify that," says the dentist, shoving a plastic bag full of dental hygiene products at her. "You're not a child, at any rate, there's no reason for you to pass by these anti-teeth monsters. "And yes, your car... well, I am a dentist, not a mechanic, and I can't exactly check your car for cavities or gingivitis--were you hoping I'd give it a root canal or something? Aye... I can call someone for you, if you'd like; the local auto association could help you." |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 29, 2018 15:46:11 GMT -5
A hooded-cloaked mage watches the dentist... deal with the kid, in her own way. They aren't sure about the delivery, but... actually, it's pretty nice to give someone dental stuff to fight off the plaque, right? And the mage could always use more dental hygiene equipment. Maybe they should stop by? They hesitate, but they walk up to the house, lean on their staff for support, and knock on the door. "Trick or treatment!" The dentist smiles. Her teeth are so immaculate that you're pretty sure they have never so much have experienced a tooth stain in her life--and maybe they'll be the last thing on her to decompose when she actually does die. She seems to have been born for this job. "Why, somebody who's like-minded!" she says. She pulls out two bags of dental equipment, as well as a long list of brochures on dental hygiene and pathology. "Here's some ... well, not treatments, per say, but certainly things that will forfend it. Prevention is, after all, the best counter to any sort of malady! "Brush twice a day, and floss once a day, and remember to get your teeth checked biannually! And do get rid of your cloak; it is very unnecessary to hide a smile full of great teeth that you've taken care of! No need to be dressed like a fantasy hermit--those people get nowhere in the real world!" "Thank you so much!" the mage replies. "I'll put these to good use! Because you're right; prevention is the best cure! And I'm gonna need it today." They do, however, cling to their cloak. "I'unno, I kinda like it. And it's cold outside. I gotta take care of the rest of my body too, y'know? Thank you, though!" They walk off and wave. "Have a good Halloween!" |
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Post by Celestial on Oct 30, 2018 4:52:40 GMT -5
Jackie walks up to the house, looking at the information plaque. "Oh, a dentist. Wonderful. Dentists are sensible people, not known for dragging a person into a sweeping adventure even though they work for an organisation who would it this all so much better, thank you," she sighs and rings the doorbell. "Excuse me. Can I get a hand? My car has unfortunately broken down," she points to a red mini away out on the street. "I keep going to all these houses but all they do is get me involved in shenanigans. Story of my life, really." "Oh, and let me guess, all these other houses have been giving you mouth-rotting 'foods' as well! First things first, we'll need to rectify that," says the dentist, shoving a plastic bag full of dental hygiene products at her. "You're not a child, at any rate, there's no reason for you to pass by these anti-teeth monsters. "And yes, your car... well, I am a dentist, not a mechanic, and I can't exactly check your car for cavities or gingivitis--were you hoping I'd give it a root canal or something? Aye... I can call someone for you, if you'd like; the local auto association could help you." Jackie looks slightly annoyed at the mention of 'mouth-rotting food'. She puts her hands in her pockets, giving the dentist a glare. "They have not, actually, thank you, and even if they had, this is none of your business. Sweets are for all ages. But thank you for the toothcare stuff. It will save me buying my own." She gives the dentist a look that implies the latter is a moron. "I was actually hoping you could call somebody as my phone battery is dead. If you think giving it a root canal would help, you are more than welcome to try. In the meantime, I'll just take a seat," she sits down and takes out some candies that she had gotten from a previous house, eating them while looking the dentist right in the eye. |
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Post by Moni on Oct 31, 2018 17:35:53 GMT -5
"Oh, and let me guess, all these other houses have been giving you mouth-rotting 'foods' as well! First things first, we'll need to rectify that," says the dentist, shoving a plastic bag full of dental hygiene products at her. "You're not a child, at any rate, there's no reason for you to pass by these anti-teeth monsters. "And yes, your car... well, I am a dentist, not a mechanic, and I can't exactly check your car for cavities or gingivitis--were you hoping I'd give it a root canal or something? Aye... I can call someone for you, if you'd like; the local auto association could help you." Jackie looks slightly annoyed at the mention of 'mouth-rotting food'. She puts her hands in her pockets, giving the dentist a glare. "They have not, actually, thank you, and even if they had, this is none of your business. Sweets are for all ages. But thank you for the toothcare stuff. It will save me buying my own." She gives the dentist a look that implies the latter is a moron. "I was actually hoping you could call somebody as my phone battery is dead. If you think giving it a root canal would help, you are more than welcome to try. In the meantime, I'll just take a seat," she sits down and takes out some candies that she had gotten from a previous house, eating them while looking the dentist right in the eye. The dentist lets out a deep sigh. She supposed occasional eating of sweets wasn't all that bad, but... well, it's not like teeth evolved to be exposed to that much sugar. "Well, you're the adult in the neighborhood," she says, "what you do is technically none of my business: I'm just giving out advice." The proper thing to do, even after Jackie so rudely sat down (taking a seat without an appointment--or cancelling it without a 24-hour-notice--was super rude), is to simply call some sort of company that can take her car to a repair shop or something. But, of course, the dentist is a dentist; her kind invented the electric chair, and forgiving small slights is not her strong suit. She is free to give the car a root canal, after all. So she smiles sweetly, grabs a box of power tools--in other words, dental tools for cars, and goes to the curb. Usually, she would have an assistant, some numbing drugs, an antiseptic... but really, for a car, what's the difference between all that and good-old-fashioned Haych-two-oh? She opens the front of the car, finds the nearest thing to teeth she can see, and grabs the good old high-power drill. (Actually drilling a car, it turns out, is not easy.) After some drilling, she extracts some weird flesh-looking thing from the car--she didn't know cars had that--underneath some serrated metal object. This is the equivalent of the tooth pulp, she figures--technically a root canal, as performed by an aspiring automobile dentist. Whatever the slimy, pulsating thing she's holding is, it must be important to the car's functioning... even though every other car she's seen has nothing like it. But what did you expect of these filthy candy-eaters? |
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