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Post by Huntress on Oct 30, 2016 6:45:42 GMT -5
The white brigantine of the White Weewoo pirate crew swayed quietly on the waves in the once-moderately-secret docking spot under a cliff that hid it quite nicely from view unless you knew where to look. Granted, it had been the secret docking spot of the White Weewoo for so long that a decently well-trodden path now led straight to the cliffside, rather defeating the point. In summer, vendor carts tended to park by the pathway. But it was the idea that mattered.
The ship was currently staffed by a gang of meepits who were happily puttering around in the various crevices and nooks only meepits can find, jangling chains and jumping out at people and otherwise enjoying themselves immensely. The one exception to the Halloween cheer of the night was Bloody Mary, the self-appointed leader of the gang, who was sitting by the rickety rope bridge which connected the ship to the cliff’s edge, looking like a tiny dark blue thundercloud.
“Well, it’s going to take us forever to rebuild our reputation after this,” he said gloomily.
“Eh, it’s not like we’ve been doing very much pirating as of recent,” said Justice, the equally self-appointed second-in-command. “High time we all had a bit of fun.”
“Fun!” Bloody Mary squawked, flailing his paws around. “Yeah, it’ll be a whole lotta fun if we all get caught by the authorities, running a haunted house – ship – whatever – and caught we will be, because we won’t be able to bail out when things get sticky, will we now?”
He pointed an accusing paw at the jungle of rigging and yards of the ship, currently stripped bare of all sails. The sails in question had been stitched together to create probably the world’s biggest ghost costume for the blarf, the ship-sized monstrosity who tagged along with the crew as their kraken. He was splashing around the ship in the moonlit waters, trailing bits of sail behind him, tentacles squirming on his back under the sheets, occasionally shaking his head to get the eye holes back in place and cheerfully howling “fooooood!” at regular intervals.
“We tried to explain that he should say ‘booo’ but he seems a bit set in his ways,” Justice said thoughtfully, eyeballing the ghostblarf who was now scrambling up the cliffside, sniffing the air hopefully for visitors.
“Why does he even want that costume?” Bloody Mary asked with the resigned air of the Only Sane Man who recognizes a losing battle but still wants to go down fighting. “He’s some sort of a… fuzzy tentacle-monster with spikes and six paws who eats the souls of his prey and uses them to speak, the sheets just make him less scary.”
“Aw, but he’s enjoying himself so much,” Justice said soothingly. “And as long as he’s enjoying himself, he won’t eat anyone. If we’re the ones keeping things running around here tonight, I want things to go smoothly. Where is Huntress, anyway?”
Bloody Mary snorted. “She said she’d go off for a bit to take care of some important business.”
There was a pause.
“She went trick-or-treating, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, she probably did.”
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Post by Shinko on Oct 30, 2016 11:12:15 GMT -5
A young woman dressed like a witch from a certain popular British book franchise gamboled up to the pirate ship, her eyes gleaming. She'd privately always wanted to visit this pirate ship, but given how late she'd joined up the forum community she'd figured that chance was passed. She peered around, looking for the gangplank.
"Hello!" she called up, carefully climbing up and stopping just short of the entrance. "Permission to come aboard and probably get my face mauled?" She grinned hugely- meepits in general were legendary for their teeth, and she'd often heard that these meepits were particularly not to be trifled with. As an afterthought she added, "Happy Halloween!"
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Post by Huntress on Oct 30, 2016 13:23:04 GMT -5
Shinko The two meepits at the entryway looked momentarily taken aback at the idea of actually having to entertain visitors, then Bloody Mary shot a panicked stare at Justice who rose to the task in her usual efficient manner. "Heyyy, welcome aboard and happy Halloween," she said brightly. "Our face-maulers will be along shortly." "Yeah, I just wanted to get a drink before getting to work," Bloody Mary grumbled. "Do we actually have something to hand out to people, or?" "Joe said he'd cook something up," said Justice, scrabbling a little higher on the rigging to get a better look across the deck where meepits were now hanging up pumpkin-shaped paper lanterns. "Joe!" A third meepit appeared from the darkness, pushing two crates. "Wayhey, I wasn't expecting people so soon," he said to the young woman by way of greeting. "Haven't had the time to put razor blades in candy yet." "Why would you put razor blades in candy?" Bloody Mary asked suspiciously. "That sounds like a fine way to ruin good razor blades." "No idea, I'm just told that this is what people do for Halloween," Joe admitted, craning his neck to eye the crates. "So here we have apples, I did manage to cram some hygiene products in them last-minute, and the other crate is various candy, uh," he prodded at the colorful foil-wrapped packages, looking perplexed, "I think I wrapped the toffee in yellow, or was it green? Well, take your pick, they're all fresh, whatever they are." (The first crate is filled with apples, each with something jammed inside. The second crate is filled with red, green, blue, yellow and purple foil packets which look innocent enough. Choose wisely - or if you feel like bargaining, which is clearly an excellent idea in the middle of the night on a pirate ship supervised by meepits, they might even let you take one from each.)
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Post by Fraze on Oct 30, 2016 13:41:33 GMT -5
Seeing the iconic ship at the end of the path, Fraze kicked himself for dressing up as his kid self dressed up as a stock market crash.
"Happy Halloween," he says, waving at the meepits, some of whom he recognized. "Hunty isn't here, is she? It might get awkward if she saw me like this." He thought a moment before adding, "Not that it's any better if it's just you guys, I guess."
He looked through the crates of Halloween treats. They all looked really good. "Soooo..." he turned, first to Bloody Mary, then decided that Justice would be a better choice here. "What would it take for me to try a small selection of this stuff and for Hunty to hear nothing of..." he waved a hand at himself. "This? I bet I could get you guys some treats for yourselves. Aside from the ones you already have, that is."
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 30, 2016 13:50:35 GMT -5
A grappling hook surged from the waves and caught the deck, leaving a very wet Queen!Cassie to climb up its side uninvited.
It was true to her story after all. To be sopping wet in the face of potential enemies--she was more than ready to unleash her play-spear and witty repartee upon the hapless crew of this large and unusually white ship. Huh. Maybe her costume would blend in.
Upon climbing on top of the deck, Cassie’s muscles gave out from the climb, and she flopped over, heaving, not prepared to deliver a single witty insult to the meepits suddenly surrounding her.
"Uh...hi," she panted. "You look. ..like..." Cassie’s head dropped to the deck, surrendering. "A bunch of meepits."
nailed it
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Post by Coaster on Oct 30, 2016 14:22:58 GMT -5
Vampire-Wizardess!Coaster follows the well-trodden path to the "secret" dock and is a bit amused by the fact that there's a second haunted pirate ship to visit tonight, and this one has adorable hairless pink creatures. Following the very-obviously-not-quite-copyrighted witch, she likewise climbs up to the nearest Meepit and shouts a cheerful "Trick-or-treat! And nice ship you've got here!" As the premise is explained to the other trick-or-treaters, she reaches into the bucket of purple-wrapped contents and unwraps whatever it contains. Noticing the very wet white-clad lady who just flopped down onto the deck ( Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff)), she also offers an arm. "Are you okay? C'mon, get up, take some candy!" |
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Post by Shinko on Oct 30, 2016 15:33:13 GMT -5
"Hmm..." The woman in the witch outfit ponders, idly twirling the prop wand in her fingers for several minutes before she points it towards the crate with the candy. "I'll take one of the purple ones," she declared, kneeling down to pick out said purple candy.
Then she looked up to Bloody Mary, Justice, and Jo with a smile. "If that's alright with you all, that is."
As more people started to pile on the deck, she whistled appreciatively. "Gettin' crowded."
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 30, 2016 20:39:24 GMT -5
A person with a ghost sheet thrown over them while also decked in chains that would look intimidating were they not pink fuzzy chains that thus cancelled out the sound walked up towards the ship, examining it up and down. She noticed the lack of sails, but she eventually saw it nearby, cast over some sort of creature, who was wearing the sails as a ghost costume.
The ghost laughs. "Yay, a ghost like me! Except less like Marley with sensitive hearing and more like a general sheet ghost." They wave at the blarf and gives a thumbs up to their costume.
They then walk up the deck of the ship and looks over the candies being offered before looking up.
"You know, that... thing keeps calling for food, and you have your share here. Perhaps you could feed one to them? Perhaps they'll like it, and they'll get in on the Halloween festivities even further."
They ponder. "Hmm, how to decide on these, though... Hmm, is there some sort of service I could perform that would allow me to take more candies? I prefer to try one of each, you see. I can, uh... scrub the deck? Or... uh... I don't know what all you pirates do."
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Post by Kyn on Oct 31, 2016 4:48:00 GMT -5
A girl in a white werewolf costume came slowly and shyly up to the entrance. As soon as she neared the Meepits, she stopped, clasped her hands together, and stared at them with a wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression that was not so much suggestive of fear as it was of starstruck awe. "Oh my gosh," she breathed. "I'm actually speaking to Bloody Mary's gang of Meepits. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." She cleared her throat and attempted to regain her composure. "Um, hi. You don't know this, but I'm a fan of yours. You guys are so tough and resourceful and sassy and have the best lines, and... Please," she suddenly blurted, "can I have your autographs? Or pawprints, as it were." She produced a notepad which was open to a blank page, along with an inkpad.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 31, 2016 4:48:54 GMT -5
Fraze Bloody Mary gave Fraze his trademark withering look. In fairness, Fraze had received this particular withering look so many times over the past years that it was getting a bit blunted around the edges, but it was still the effort that counted. “You get one thing per customer, bud,” he said. “But,” Justice weighed in, coming to the rescue like a meepit godmother, "if you want anything extra, you'll need to earn it. Perform a dance or sing a song or whatever. And you can choose an apple to feed to the blarf. We don’t blabber, but he might let something slip if you don’t shut his mouth with a lil something.” “Blarp,” said the ghost-sheeted blarf, peering at the commotion on the deck over the railing. Somewhere far down below, a tail the size of a battering ram wagged back and forth, churning the water into white froth. “Also,” the meepit continued, “you can keep whatever you find from the apple.” Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) Bloody Mary eyed the sopping wet newcomer thoughtfully. “Astute,” he said. “Good eyesight. Although then again you seem to have missed our gangplank, so dunno. Lucky you didn’t get yourself eaten.” “Blaarp,” the blarf supplied, having the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. “In fairness,” said Joe the Chef, who liked a good conversation, “we don’t know just how many people he eats. For all we know, he chowed down on three other visitors while this one got through.” Bloody Mary brightened at this thought. “This makes ours an advanced-difficulty sort of place to visit, doesn’t it? Well, go on ahead, pick yourself a lil something since you’re here.” Coaster Coaster unwrapped a purple package to reveal… a vanilla ice cream bar with cranberry jam,still perfectly cold if a bit squishy around the edges. “Oh hey,” Joe said, watching with interest, “I did put those in, didn’t I. Good thing this one was at the very top. Might’ve been messy if it’d stayed there long enough.” Shinko The other purple package is opened to reveal… brittle caramel with chunks of macadamia nuts.Bloody Mary stared. “Didn’t you say that you wrapped the same kind of stuff in the same color?” he asked. “Sort of, at the start,” Joe admitted, “but it got boring.” Gelquie “Fooooood,” the blarf cooed with excitement, bathing the entire deck in fishy breath. “Yeah, don’t mind him,” Justice said to the newcomer in ghost costume, “it’s just his way of being friendly. He gets plenty of food. Mostly he keeps the shark population in check.” “Barp,” the creature snorted. “But he does like a treat,” admitted the meepit. “Tell you what, for each extra candy you want to take, you must perform a dance or recite a poem or perform a dark ritual to invite Death in our midst. Take your pick. We’re not choosy. But you need to earn it.” “Mmmmaybe not the Death ritual,” Bloody Mary suggested hesitantly. “He’ll be all sorts of testy tonight. Besides, then we’d have to supply a fresh egg.” “Song or dance or poem, then,” Justice agreed with a scowl. “ And you can choose an apple to feed to the blarf, provided you first take out whatever Joe put in there in his infinite wisdom.” Joe beamed.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 31, 2016 5:46:17 GMT -5
Kyn Bloody Mary went through a series of expressions from confused to taken aback to flattered to confused to rather smug, all of which were a massive achievement considering how his meepitface wasn’t generally good for conveying any expressions at all. “Okay, maybe we do have some clinging remnants of reputation,” he admitted, sniffing the notepad cautiously. “Justice, you have an actual good handwriting, you should get this one.” “That’s not how autographs work,” Justice said patiently. Other meepits, attracted by the increasing crowd and the opportunity to pawprint on things, drifted closer. In the end, with Justice’s firm counseling, a lot of inkstains, a few pawprints and one eaten pencil, a result was produced. “Well, that was fun,” Justice said wearily, wrestling the pen from Santa who’d liked learning to write her name so much that she wanted to do it twice. “Go on ahead then, pick yourself a treat.”
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Oct 31, 2016 10:21:13 GMT -5
"Are you okay? C'mon, get up, take some candy!" Vampire/Wizardess!Coaster holds out an arm and Cassie gratefully accepts. "Although then again you seem to have missed our gangplank, so dunno. Lucky you didn’t get yourself eaten.” Bloody Mary's statement makes Cassie glance back down at the water. "The WHAT?" she exclaims, only JUST noticing the distant cry of Fooooooooooooood..."Wait," Queen!Cassie pants, struggling to her feet, the puppies she remembered to summon tangling amongst themselves and around her ankles. "Settle down, guys," Cassie wearily chides, giving the crew a weak smile. "Yes, I'll take a candy, thanks." She reaches into the bucket and takes one with a yellow wrapper, about to open it...before a smirk crawls across her face. Wouldn't it be grand/funny/scary if suddenly a FEEPIT were aboard? And suddenly, there it was, in all of its tiny, fluffy, blue-and-white glory. A Feepit among scores of Meepits. Things were about to get interesting.
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Post by Kyn on Oct 31, 2016 11:40:28 GMT -5
"Thank you, thank you!" Kalnya squealed as she carefully replaced the notepad within her satchel (while noting that Justice did have good handwriting). Gazing thoughtfully at the two crates, she finally bent to pick an apple, thereby missing the mysteriously sudden appearance of the Feepit.
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Post by Twillie on Oct 31, 2016 14:48:32 GMT -5
Twillie!Twillie notices the commotion happening at the other, slightly more hidden, pirate ship on the town's shore, so she walks over to see what's attracting everyone. The meepits on board give her slight hesitation, but Twillie reminds herself that their evil nature is just a stereotype (although they are manning a pirate ship, hm) and strolls on board.
"Trick or treat?" She says, slightly unsure.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 31, 2016 15:43:13 GMT -5
Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) Bloody Mary stared at the Feepit with a look of utter confusion. "Uh," he said. "Justice?" "Yes?" "I'm missing a memo." "Well," Justice said cautiously, aware that the entire rest of the gang generally relied on her for exposition but frequently relying on creative guesswork herself to deliver said exposition. "There's this general... thing... about meepits and feepits and the supposed rivalry between them. Which is to say, this particular Feepit may be, hm, provocation. Maybe." There was a pause laden with suspicion as the gang tried to chew through big words. "Is this a racist slur?" Bloody Mary asked, pointing at the innocent-looking Feepit. "It'd be speciesist, if anything," Justice noted. "Eh, we deal with speciesism or whatever-it-may-be all the time," Bloody Mary grumbled, climbing a bit higher on the rigging to better keep an eye on the entire deck now that it was properly crowded. "Remember when meepits were status symbols and cost millions apiece?" He dropped himself on Cassie's shoulder and flailed a bit to keep his balance. "Bleedin' pain, I tell you. Couldn't go anywhere without someone going all 'Hey look, a meepit' and trying to catch you for profit. Then you had to bite people to get away and preserve some personal boundaries, and that really makes you unpopular very quickly, lemmetellyou. It's since eased up, thankfully." He craned his neck with interest. "What'd you get, then?" Cassie's yellow candy package contains... sour apple taffy with chunks of dried mango."Ooh, well done," the meepit said appreciatively while Justice, feeling like she should do something to handle the situation, went and prodded at the Feepit with a stick. Kyn The apple is large, red and sweet, and a clumsy hole has been dug into it to cram something inside. The something turns out to be... a yellow toothbrush, still in its package."Like I said, I couldn't really give them the proper razor blade treatment," Joe the Chef said, looking slightly worried, "but I figured other hygiene products should do the job in a pinch." Twillie "Do you know," said another meepit, a burly, stocky male who went by Bob the Destroyer or Bob Squeaky, depending on who you asked, "I've always wondered what happens if you choose trick instead of treat." "Don't you even," Bloody Mary warned from his precarious perch. "I don't want to have to bite anyone before the night is up." "Ain't that fun," Bob Squeaky grumbled. "Step right up, then. Choose an apple or a candy bar or possibly both. There's a mousetrap missing belowdecks and I want to see if it'll turn up with the treats."
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