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[remindmeof_me]

Shephard has been to Milliways for Halloween before- twice, as it happens. Like other visitors from his world, however, he rarely finds the day corresponding to October on his world's calendar. Back home, it's April.

So he really wasn't expecting what happened to his clothes when he walked in today. He looks down a moment, reaches up to feel at

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[not_his_pa]

William is currently at the counter trying to persuade Bar to give him something to tie back his hair.

When Shephard stomps by he looks him over and asks, "Are you meant to be the flag or somethin'?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Somethin' like that," says Shephard. "You ever met a fella here name of Steve Rogers? Might go by Rojhaz, maybe dress a little like an Indian even though he's blond'n about as pale as me?"

He doesn't expect a yes, but it never hurts to be sure.

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, I ain't,"

When he turns, his sword bumps against his leg and he mutters and tries to tie the collar of his shirt.

[remindmeof_me]

"Well, long story short, this is his git-up when he ain't in a soldier's uniform or livin' with the natives," Shephard says. "Man's some kind of supersoldier they made for one of the wars before I was born. Wound up doin' superhero things after it was all over."

It wouldn't be right to cuss in this costume. It just wouldn't.

"You, uh.... interesting git-up you got goin' there."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Trick or Treat!"

...yes, ofcourse the small Ghostbuster is going to approach Adrian holding out the pumpkin pail grinning.

"Happy Halloween!"

[remindmeof_me]

Blink. Blink.

"You know what?" he says after a minute- and a quick glance at one of his belt pouches. "I can't believe this myself, but for some reason I got a Hershey bar in here. Here you go, kid. Happy Halloween."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Thanks..." Pause for that..familiar expression like a dog cocking his head. "Adrian!"

"Oh cool costume!"

[remindmeof_me]

"Yep," says Shephard, grinning ruefully. "Got hit with this the second I walked through the door. That'll teach me not to lookit the calendar 'round here as careful as the one at home. How 'bout yourself?"

[biggerstingers]

"Steve?"

[remindmeof_me]

"'Fraid not, ma'am," says Shephard. "General Rogers ain't here today, far as I know."

[biggerstingers]

"...This sounds like more timeline weirdness. 'Cause the last time I talked to the Steve Rogers I know he wasn't a general," she says, "I'm Janet. Janet van Dyne."

[remindmeof_me]

"Might be, ma'am," says Shephard. "The one I met told me about some kinda messed-up time travel dealie he got stuck on, and a universe that wasn't supposed to exist. Might not even be your Steve Rogers. My name's Adrian Shephard. Sergeant-Major, United States Marine Corps."

He glances down at the outfit.

"Third Halloween Bar's done somethin' like this to me. Least I'm human, this time."

[boston_bruiser]

(Millitime powers, activate, yadda yadda yadda)

Shep might not hear it at first, but there's a quickly stifled snort that comes from a corner booth.

That snort soon evolves into a rapid-fire giggle, then boisterous guffawing, and finally, out-and-out, table-pounding, eye-watering laughter.

Voodoo'll stop eventually. We promise.

[remindmeof_me]

"Oh, shut up," mutters Shephard. "You weren't here last year."

Bar dressed him up as Mowgli. This is an order of magnitude better.

[boston_bruiser]

"M'sorry," Voodoo pants in between bouts of laughter, "but y'just...look...so fuckin' stupid..."

We agree, at least it has pants.

[remindmeof_me]

"I'll live with it," says Shephard. "It's got pants, and I'm still human. Lookin' stupid's a small price to pay for the fact my knees still bend the right way and I ain't got mandibles."

Halloween is not his favorite holiday.