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[heatourjail]

"...And no, I don't think Cheese Wiz should be the fifth food group...." Juliet trails off as they step (well, he's stepping - she's skating) over the threshold and into the Bar, which has kindly materialized while they were travelling to a costume party. At least they left their homes wearing these costumes - unlike other, more unfortunate folks

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[psyched_u_out]

Holding out an arm for her to grab onto, he runs his tongue across his fake fangs.... they're feeling decidedly more solid.

"This can't be good."

[heatourjail]

Juliet stares at him. "What can't be?" She glances at his mouth and the way he's running his tongue along his lips. "Oh...PLEASE don't tell me those're real now..."

[psyched_u_out]

"Seem to be."

Yes, he's lisping. He never did really get that worked out.

The wig's probably real too, but there's no way he's gonna confirm that without panicking.

[heatourjail]

Juliet winces. At least her roller derby self is a form of own physical self. "You look like Vincent with an overbite." Hopefully she's not the only person who watched Beauty and the Beast as a teenager? He gets a kiss anyway.

[no_vampires_plz]

Here, have a pony in a bell-covered wizard's hat and robe, sitting by the fire and drinking a smoothie of some description.

[heatourjail]

...Well, there's something you don't see every day.

"....Shawn...is that a purple pony dressed like Dumbledore?"

[psyched_u_out]

He follows her gaze to the fireside.

"Looks like it, yes."

He's seen weirder things.

[no_vampires_plz]

The pony sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm Star Swirl the Bearded," she says in the tones of someone who's had to explain this far too many times tonight. "One of the most important conjurers of the Equestrian pre-Classical era."

[not_his_pa]

William is enjoying his outfit more today and is enjoying seeing what other people have been put in.

When Jules and Shawn enter, he grins when he realizes they started off with what they're wearing, "What are you meant to be?"

[heatourjail]

The question startles Jules away from Shawn's line of questioning. "I'm a roller derby player," she explains.

[psyched_u_out]

He pitches his voice low, trying to look deep and mysterious.

(He fails. Utterly.)

"Don't you know a bloodsucking fiend when you see one?"

[not_his_pa]

William laughs, he tries to hide it but Shawn isn't scary,

"No, sir, I don't."

[mogget_cat]

Wheel-footed people should be careful of sudden cats appearing at ankle-height. Especially those painted as skeletons for Halloween.

"Miaow?"

[heatourjail]

Awww, tiny kitty.

"Shawn!" she whispers, bending to pick up the cat.

[psyched_u_out]

"Wait a sec."

he's a sucker for small furry animals, especially those of the feline persuasion, but it's generally not a good idea to pick up ones you don't know. Especially if they're... dressed like skeletons?

"Hi there, little fella."

He bends down and offers a hand for the cat to sniff.

[mogget_cat]

The skeleton-painted kitty (actually white with black paint rather than black with white paint) purrs at being picked up and cooed over, generally friendly to those easily-swayed by silky fur and soulful eyes and scritchable ears.

Beyond that, though... Shawn's hand, rather than being sniffed, gets eyed with a general air of patient expectation. It does not currently hold food and is not offering scritches, so why is it there?