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[hardesthue]

Somewhere, there's a coffee shop. It's not all that well lit, but it's warm and comfortable, well-worn. Anything that is normally colorful has been replaced with black, of some variety or another. More likely than not, there are cobwebs sweeping through, with frighteningly realistic spiders and other creepy things scattered throughout. The electric

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[perpetual_youth]

Perpetua is a little more festive than Selene tonight, but there's no doubt that she's out of place in the shop. She's dressed in a glorified yellow chicken suit, a matching yellow baseball cap on her head, and a green cardboard star plastered on her feathered stomach.

"Dad is not an acceptable spook!"

[hardesthue]

"Why not? And what the hell are you supposed to be?"

[perpetual_youth]

"Dad's not scary."

She shuffles, featherishly. "I'm a sneetch, silly! A star-belly sneetch. You forgot your classics."

[hardesthue]

"He's terrifying." Her pride should be quite obvious.

"I never forget my classics. That's not one."

[angelictango]

*and wanders in, because we all expected this tag -- he'll pause to scrutinize that paper before closing the door behind him and asking as a sort of general question to anyone in the shop* What if I don't know what that means?

[hardesthue]

*yes, he does get a bit of a smile* Just that I'll have to educate you.

[angelictango]

*grins at her and gives a polite half-bow, then heads over to lean against the counter* Well?

[hardesthue]

A long long time ago, in a country far far away, a bunch of old dead people celebrated a holiday in honor of the dead, Samhain. And then the Christians came and corrupted it a bit and then the Protestants corrupted it a bit more and now children dress up and go about begging for candy and visiting haunted houses and such.

[weemackenzie]

*Enter a Jem -- wearing something that looks rather like what the gentleman on the left is in, along with a dark brown wig* --Well, then.

[hardesthue]

*studies him for a moment, then, thoughtfully* If I didn't think a few people I care quite a bit about would object, I might offer to bear your children solely due to that costume.

[weemackenzie]

*grins* Then I'd hope ye know who I am, if you're going to say something like that.

[hardesthue]

*deadpan* No, I randomly offer my body to every Scotsman posing as a Frenchboy who comes in.