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Post by Huntress on Oct 30, 2016 17:58:15 GMT -5
Captain Huntress in her usual pirate getup (lazy costume or clever conservation of effort? You decide!) scales the odd vessel up and down and then up and then down again, looking remarkably like a cat who's spotted something new and unexpected on her turf and can't decide whether it's something to fight or eat.
Zombies complicate things further, because zombies are notoriously hard to fight and you have to be stranded out at sea for a heckuva long time for the idea of eating a zombie to become appealing. So for lack of other options, she settles for the tried and tested default approach, titled "free stuff yay".
"I could go for a treat," she volunteers, nevertheless keeping her distance with the zombie ship in case it makes any sudden moves.
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Post by Thorn on Oct 30, 2016 18:34:18 GMT -5
Gelquie The zombie leader looks the excitable newcomer up and down. While she's seen her fair share of sheet ghosts in her time, she can't remember ever seeing one with pink fuzzy chains. It's... "Unique," she says aloud. "Hello. Yes. It's always nice to meet a fellow zombie aficionado. If you think you spot any of your former army among my crew-" She gestures to where a group of them are staggering down the gangplank, on their way to clear up the wreckage: "-then you're most welcome to talk to them. Happy reunions and all that. I doubt they'd be recognisable by now though, not the most resilient creatures." She gestures for Manfred to hold out the tray of fortune cookies. Fraze The zombie leader smiles a most cracked and crooked smile. "We made them ourselves! They're great, right? Trick-and/or-treat to you too, young man!" The tray of cookies is extended towards the kid in the strange costume. Coaster The zombie pirate captain-leader (perhaps even a zombie pirate queen?) nods. "Unfortunately, medical benefits aren't such a big thing among zombies. Given the state this lot are in, perhaps that needs to change. I doubt they'd go for it though. They get a bit bitey." She turns on her heel. "Certainly. Caroline! Oh- rats, no, don't eat the roadkill. Okay. Harold! Yes, get the lady her beverage. Miss um...university student, just follow Harold here." Huntress "Urrrghhh," one of the tray-bearers, a very new zombie named Em, wanders towards the recent arrival. "Urrgghh...braaaaiinns...uh, no, that just sounds ridiculous. Here." They hold out the tray. Perhaps among zombies this bored expression and roll of the eyes counts as an expression of genuine effort?
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 30, 2016 19:30:46 GMT -5
Gelquie The zombie leader looks the excitable newcomer up and down. While she's seen her fair share of sheet ghosts in her time, she can't remember ever seeing one with pink fuzzy chains. It's... "Unique," she says aloud. "Hello. Yes. It's always nice to meet a fellow zombie aficionado. If you think you spot any of your former army among my crew-" She gestures to where a group of them are staggering down the gangplank, on their way to clear up the wreckage: "-then you're most welcome to talk to them. Happy reunions and all that. I doubt they'd be recognisable by now though, not the most resilient creatures." She gestures for Manfred to hold out the tray of fortune cookies. "Ah yes, true, I've had my share of zombies falling... not in battle, just... well, y'know. Some of them last longer than others. I tried, but... You can only do so much. I may well take you on your offer. I've had some serious zombie generals on the conscription thing, but maybe some of them ran and deserted or decided they wanted a new unlife or something. I'll take a look, at least to say hi and no hard feelings for going for a unlife of piracy, because that is super cool!" The ghost stops. "But ah, yes, I'm rambling. Thank you!" They take one of the fortune cookies and crack it open, ready to read the message inside. |
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Post by Thorn on Oct 30, 2016 21:37:41 GMT -5
Gelquie "Ah, yes," the zombie nods thoughtfully. "Truer words have never been spoken. Such good timing too, given our previous topic of conversation." She folds her arms. "If you do find that you're falling apart, every now and then, duct tape does wonders." (( DISCLAIMER: Thorn handcrafted most of the fortunes, it's true. This one, however, was quite obviously borrowed from a popular ballad during a late night YouTubeing session.))
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Post by Huntress on Oct 31, 2016 8:14:10 GMT -5
"I think some of these might be fingers," Hunty points out, eyeing the tray.
She selects a fortune cookie that most probably definitely isn't a finger and cracks it open.
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 31, 2016 9:58:59 GMT -5
Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) The leader of the zombie pirates squints at this one. "Huh. You know, I never understood that saying. You have to acquire the brain before you can eat it..." Something clicks and her eyes widen. "Ohhhh. But if you eat it, then you don't have it anymore...wow, that actually makes sense now." Cassie stares at the zombies, then at her fortune. " Mind-blowing." This is turning out to be the most interesting Halloween yet! |
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Post by Twillie on Oct 31, 2016 14:41:35 GMT -5
As Twillie!Twillie makes her way through town looking for good houses to stop by, a stunning sight by the shore catches her eye. Not one, but two ships have found their way here, and from the looks of the crowd, they were offering their Halloween services tonight. As she approached them, Twillie saw her options: zombie pirates, or meepits. Ehhh, to be fair, neither of those options sounded like the most safe, but everyone else seemed to be doing alright. Twillie decided to go with the zombies first, deciding that if anything were to happen, at least she could outrun them. She approaches a zombie in high fashion pirate gear and says meekly, "Trick or treat!" Then, glancing at another of the patrons, Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff), she says to them, "Love your costume!" |
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Post by Thorn on Oct 31, 2016 15:57:44 GMT -5
HuntressThe zombie squints at the tray. "Huh. I think you're right." They quickly inspect their own digits to ensure those, at least, are still right where they should be. The zombie snatches back their shopping list and allows you to choose a new cookie. "Both of mine are in excellent condition," the zombie says proudly. "But I'm more of a brains kind of ghoul myself." Twillie"Ah, hello! Treat or trick indeed, miss! Fortune cookie?" ((Open a cookie to retrieve genuine certified ghoulish wisdom, only for a limited time!))
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 31, 2016 19:18:47 GMT -5
She approaches a zombie in high fashion pirate gear and says meekly, "Trick or treat!" Then, glancing at another of the patrons, Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff), she says to them, "Love your costume!" Cassie turns around swiftly, one of her puppies disappearing with the shock. "Thanks!" she calls out to TwillieTwillie, grinning widely. "I was worried that the glasses kind of ruins the effect but I'm glad you like it!" She waves amicably. |
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Post by Celestial on Oct 31, 2016 19:19:07 GMT -5
Celestial blinks. "Okay, so the sailing ship with rockets was not the Weewoo but this thing. Right. I can live with this," she clears her throat nad hitches up her skirts, casually walking over to the zombies. Normally she would not walk a mile within range of the living dead due to their propensity for brain eating and her desire to keep her brain firmly uneaten but it did not matter. She was going to die due to her bosses killing her over the dress, might as well go out doing something useful. "Uh, hi?" she said, waving to the zombies. "Are you here for the brain-devouring?"
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Oct 31, 2016 20:25:27 GMT -5
"Zombies! Awesome!"
Little Ben runs up and stares at the pirate zombies with admiration. "Do you have candy?"
Minerva just grins at him.
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 31, 2016 22:08:38 GMT -5
Gelquie "Ah, yes," the zombie nods thoughtfully. "Truer words have never been spoken. Such good timing too, given our previous topic of conversation." She folds her arms. "If you do find that you're falling apart, every now and then, duct tape does wonders." (( DISCLAIMER: Thorn handcrafted most of the fortunes, it's true. This one, however, was quite obviously borrowed from a popular ballad during a late night YouTubeing session.)) "That..." The ghost pauses. "That's some pretty sound advice. I mean, duct tape fixes everything, right? And this fortune... Well, if it foretells anything, it'll foretell me falling apart again, which is really a foregone conclusion. So this is good to know!" The ghost waves. "Thank you!" They cry out, before going to examine the ship some more, otherwise leaving the zombies to handle other Trick-or-Treaters. |
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2016 3:16:26 GMT -5
Celestial The zombie in the long red coat screws up her face in distaste. "That's stereotyping, you know that? We're here because somebody doesn't know how to steer a rocket-propelled ship- it's not rocket science, George! The brains are just a tasty bonus." Manfred moans and holds out a platter. "Cookiiiieee?" "Fortunes, and stuff," the head zombie adds. "Magical prophetic cookies! Feel free to take one. They still seem somewhat edible. I think. Not lethal in any case. Unlike your sailing, George." ((Be in quick to receive your mystical zombie fortune!)) ♥ Azzie A zombie groans at Little Ben and pats him slowly on the head. A second zombie looks highly confused. "Shannnddddyy?" she moans, scratching at a barely existent ear. " Canddddy," the other zombie corrects. "Oooooo. This waaay, smaaalll humaaaan!" ((Open your fortune cookie to receive spooky words of wisdom!))
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Post by Liou on Nov 1, 2016 12:58:40 GMT -5
In this season, evil roams the world freely.
That seasonal evil is nothing compared to the knot of concentrated malevolence heading straight for the crashed ship. Firm, slightly waddling steps bring it ever closer.
When it stops, it is not even visible to those not looking downwards - until it clears its throat with one of the most dreaded sounds in the known universe.
"Hem, hem."
A short, squat woman stands there, clad all in fuzzy pink, with a matching handbag and shoes. Beneath her tight, iron-grey curls, her toad-like mouth is spread in a smug smile begging to be slapped off her face.
"Well," she says in a high-pitched voice, "this is a task better suited for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I don't suppose I need to tell you that they will be hearing of this."
Without waiting for an invitation, the woman tucks her clipboard under one arm and reaches for a fortune cookie. She continues, enunciating every word loud and clear as though speaking to a child: "I need to check -" she indicated herself "- just how dangerous -" she waved her hand about the cookies in a warning gesture "- these are for other people." She pointed at various other trick-or-treaters in the vicinity.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Nov 1, 2016 23:47:27 GMT -5
The robot dressed in a pink Thor costume climbed aboard, looking around.
"None can deny your commitment to community art. Trick v Treat."
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