Log: [Thread][Halloween][OPEN]

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WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Halloween Event(s)
WHERE: Namimori [read: All Over The Place]
WHEN: Halloween, October 31
RATING: TBA
WARNING(s): TBA, but there's gonna be some Crack in there, somewhere.
NOTE: This thread log is separated into parts (Kokuyo Ghost Stories, Children's Party/Parade, Vongola Masquerade) arranged according to time (Kokuyo will

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KOKUYO GHOST STORIES

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Re: KOKUYO GHOST STORIES

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The small child wiped his nose on his sleeve before wandering around the bookstore in search of someone who knew where things were. His mom had dumped him and then gone off to do... whatever it was mom's did when they all gathered in a group and giggled. Little Satoshi did not want to have to dig her out. Generally he got his CHEEKS pinched when he did that.

"..." Finding an old guy standing around Satoshi tugged on the man's sleeve. "Uncle, where's the bathroom?"

[manipulater]

Mukuro fingered the lapel of his costume, wondering yet again just how he had decided to dress up in this outfit. It was a bit too formal for his usual flair and he actually considered exchanging some parts for his usual leather, but decided against it. This was Halloween and one was usually supposed to come as something they aren't. And the manager was no butler despite his position in the bookstore.

And speaking of bookstore, he glanced around the place, satisfied with the outcome of the decorations. He had to commend the staff for their efforts this time around, especially after a little persuasion on his part. A thought on a reward crossed his mind but he figured that letting them go early to attend any other events that they had planned was enough for the moment

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Satoshi made a face at the old man. "I can do it myself! I'm not a kid!" Okay, so Satoshi's aim was a little off now and again, he was getting better! And it was so hard to aim a weewee!

"Are you a vampire?" Satoshi asked, momentarily distracted by the uncle's sort of neat outfit. Satoshi did a semiserious potty dance while looking up at the vampire uncle. "Mommy wouldn't let me be a vampire. She said vampires were bad. Are you bad?"

HALLOWEEN PARADE

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on the sidewalk otuside of starcracks

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Shouichi exited the Starbucks only to find himself immersed in a crowd. "…" Remembering that the Halloween 'parade' was scheduled after his shift ended Shouichi bit back a sigh. Of course Namimori would be enamored of Halloween. Halloween was such a fun, lighthearted, non-religious holiday. Of course the Japanese loved scary things too, so they'd take to that side of Halloween and…

Shouichi did not remember them having Halloween parties when he was a teen. Really.

Stepping around two ankle biters dressed as the Blue and Violent Gekirangers, Shouichi denied knowing which season of Super Sentai they came from really, Shouichi attempted to make his way down main street. Shouichi wanted to get a little time to himself before getting dressed up and ready for tonight's 'masquerade'.

If anyone but the Vongola was hosting it, Shouichi would not have bothered.

Well, maybe if it was the Millefiore.

[caffeineshots]

Belphegor actually liked the idea of dressing up for Halloween. It was fun, and even if he was already in his twenties, it was still fun. Nothing wrong with getting in touch with your inner kid, right

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Shouichi heard Belphegor before he saw him. Turning Shouichi was somewhat surprised that Bel had actually gone as Rick Astley, Shouichi thought Bel might be the type of person to claim he would be going as something and then dress completely differently. "The hair doesn't match." Shouichi commented with a nod towards Belphegor's out of control bangs and tiara.

"…and no." Shouichi stifled the urge to elbow Bel in the side. It wouldn't be polite, first off, and Bel occasionally tipped. Though tipping for coffee still sounded like a stupid idea to Shouichi. "My shift is over, I was going home." Shouichi looked Bel over again, then out at the crowd… and noticed that there was a small following of snot nosed brats lingering about five feet away. "…I think you're being followed."

VONGOLA MASQUERADE

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OOC - FEEL FREE TO START A NEW THREAD AND IGNORE HIM (:

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Tsuan knew the only way not to think about problems was to get busy, so he did. The day flew by in a whirl of documents and negotiations, and dusk was welcoming. The brunette was about to devour his overdue lunch when his secretary slid in, stilettos clicking, covering his bento with a long white box. If he needed a memory refresher, her cocktail dress (too short) did the trick. Glad that he was backlit by the new moon, embarrassment of his lack of a memory power subtly hidden by shadows, Tsuna lifted the lid, amber eyes politely adverted. She mentioned something about time and arrangements but he barely heard her exit. Because nestled in pale crinkled paper was one of the most exquisite things he ever laid eyes on.

A cloak of midnight blue, so dark it reminded him of the raven's wings, if not for the glossy sheen and lapis satin details near the shoulders. He ran a long finger down the smooth fabric and felt it catch at something cool. The Vongola Crest. The polished gunmetal of the insignia was so small one would miss it if you

Re: OOC - FEEL FREE TO START A NEW THREAD AND IGNORE HIM (:

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Yamamoto wandered up towards the town hall, already dressed in his costume. His wasn't the most creative costume in the world for him, even he knew that, but it was his favourite! After all, Babe Ruth was the best baseball player in the world and Babe Ruth's Red Sox uniform was pretty cool.

Seeing Tsuna on the steps of the town hall, he jogged up. "Hey Tsuna~ You're looking great!"

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He was just fretting over the problem of being a maskless host in a masquerade when he heard a familiar voice. Stopping at the landing of the stairs, he turned to see... a baseball player? No. It's Yamamoto and Tsuna nearly laughed. It was just like the other to come in a baseball uniform. It fit like a second skin. Pushing the pre-event butterflies in his stomach and the blush that was threatening to cover even his neck at the compliment (he wasn't very good at receiving them), the brunette let a weak smile play on his lips. He fingered his cloak, grasping for an appropriate reply. "Sasuga," he finally said, albeit lamely, but the smile grew in strength when he met the other's guileless gaze. But it's a masquerade... Tsuna blinked, realisation dawning on his face.

"Won't your costume tell everyone who you are Yamamoto?" The brunette asked, thoughtful look on his face. He was more concerned for the other than himself, completely forgetting that he was in a similar predicament.

[13orphans]

Ipin arrived to the V&A masquerade party a bit late (mainly because she had to keep up part of the bargain with her parents - her end of it was that she had to finish all of her schoolwork due after the weekend. Not that it was very hard, or anything. She just fell asleep right after.) but she was glad to be there.
There were already a lot of people in the place, and she wondered where the head of V&A could be. It might prove tricky to find him in the crowd, even though he has mentioned that he didn't plan to be in costume. For all she knew, he could probably be away from the crowd, hiding somewhere. In any case, Ipin felt that she would eventually run into the boss.
Dressed in her, Kato outfit (which she made herself!) she wondered if she'd be recognized. After all, she probably looked like a teenage boy in her outfit.
Proud of her work, she chuckled and headed to check out the food.

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He was NOT supposed to be here, and he was PRETTY sure that if Mukuro saw him Mukuro was going to laugh (and laugh and laugh and possibly never let him live it down ever again), but the apartment was still a mess and the landlady was still bugging him about it (with her granddaughter in tow, no less), and with all that irritation, he was bound to implode sooner than he was going to knock himself out, like an injured person ought to

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"Hi-Hibari-san?" Ipin ventured to ask the man that was now examining the selection of bread available (for himself? for his pet?) She was, to say the least, surprised to run into this man first, since to her, he wasn't the type that like to go to events such as this.

Still, she could see that even though he didn't bother to come in costume, he obviously thought that there were merits to his appearance in the masquerade because he wouldn't be there otherwise, would he?

Ipin thought of a possibility where she could be wrong on the no costume part. It was unfair for someone going just as himself to look as regal and dashing as that. He probably was in costume - as 007.

She knew though, that the chances of that being true were slim. But a girl can dream, can't she?

LOL 007. O I-pin. ♥

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Hibari turned, eyebrow dutifully arched up at the familiar voice. He glanced down, took a moment out to recognize the girl (who looked remarkably like a boy in her costume) as Sawada's in-house translator.

"...Ah. I-pin, was it?" the translator turned back to what he was doing (picking bread out and breaking it into smaller pieces). The bird on his shoulder chirped and hopped down to his out stretched hand, picking at the bits he was producing for it. It had warmed up to him quickly enough, and had started insisting that it eat straight from his hand. And he let it do that, sometimes.

t-third time's the charm, sob.

[bovinocretino]

After some deliberation, Lambo had decided to leave off the mask and just go in his costume, which he was particularly proud of-- he was going as Mambo and since his character's wardrobe was patterned after his, he just pulled his best clothes out of his closet and went to the party in that. Lambo was such a genius~!

So his dismay when he arrived at the party and saw someone in a similar outfit was, well. Even though he had a bird on his shoulder, Lambo knew that guy was cosplaying as Mambo, too! He stalked over, ready for a confrontation, opened his mouth and---wait. Didn't that mean this guy was a fan?

Beaming, Lambo patted Hibari's shoulder in approval. "Lam-- I approve of your costume! You have good taste, and you should feel good!" Lambo'd almost forgotten that Mambo's speech pattern was different from his-- he'd have to do his best to stay in character!

Re: t-third time's the charm, sob.

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--and this was JUST what he needed. Lambo Bovino seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Like a cockroach. Hibari had met people who were like cockroaches before. They simply refused to die, or in Lambo's case, shut up.

"It's not a costume."

Hibari lifted his hand, to better let his avian companion hop back unto his shoulder. He brushed his hands clean of crumbs, and turned back to the selection of food.

"How is work treating you so far?" the translator went on to ask, addressing I-pin. She was bound to make for a more interesting conversation partner than Lambo was.

[OOC: Okay, so... uh. I guess the posting order is something like this: Hibari --> I-pin --> Lambo. And then we can just adjust when needed. That good?]

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Ipin was suddenly feeling dizzy. Upon seeing Lambo, scenes from a thousand old action movies started playing in her head at dizzying speed. This wasn't good, she thought. Actually, this was really, really bad.

"" Ipin blurted out.

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"Ehhhhh, aren't you cosplaying Mambo as well?" Lambo said insistently. He noticed the boy* on Hibari's other side and blinked. That forehead was truly impressive, naa! "..No habla your moonspeak!"

[sounds good to me~!]