Happy Haunts Materialize

[hisheadintheclouds]

WHO: Arthur and friends
WHERE: The giant castle in the clouds, just outside Birchepointe
WHEN: Halloween
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER, THRILLER NIIIGHT

[It was that time again, All Hallow's Eve did come across the city of Birchepointe. Everyone dressed in costume, trick or treating, or staying up late watching scary movies. And the most fun of all, people were throwing Halloween Parties. Such as the case for Arthur who decided to host a party for all his friends.

Arthur sent out the invitation to all the people he met and were friends with. Or even was just friendly respected. Arthur thought it might be a good idea considering his castle might as well be a huge mansion considering it's on scale for giant sized people.

The castle was up in the clouds, decorated in the most spooky of Halloween things. With bats, pumpkins, cute ghosts and black cat decorations. It really wasn't all that scary looking considering most of the things he had decorated might as well look like something for kids. But it's what he had, plus he personally found some of the actual scary stuff too spooky even for him.

Along the stoney path from the beanstalk there was a giant door to the castle has a little one on the bottom for regular size folks to enter. Which might as well be everyone. There were step ladders and cavoyer belts all over the place to help people get around the castle with ease. If not, find your host Arthur. He's easy to spot, he's the giant ghostbuster. He'll be happy to help you reach something that might be too tall for you.

So explore the place, mingle, have fun! This a Halloween party after all!]

Comments

[twisted_whisker]

[One particular guest, dressed a dead ringer for Alex from A Clockwork Orange, terrifying eye makeup and all, has been chilling on one of the living room couches, halfway in the lap of a man in a half-assed Freddie Kruger costume, both of them with drinks in their hands as they chatted.

Then as she sees the Dracula costume Liz sits up a little, leaning over curiously.]

Woah, that's a sweet ride you've got there. May I?

[She extends her hand to the nightmare cautiously, asking invitation from both it and its rider.]

[notquitedracula]

[The nightmare pulls up short, deigning to notice the human taking interest. Its eyes hold a mocking intelligence, as if the bit and harness are a mere formality - if it didn't want to be doing what it was doing, it damned well wouldn't be doing it. That being said, however, this one's actually pretty docile.]

You may. Just don't get too close to her mouth or eyes - I've told her not to bite, but I really can't speak for instinct.

[...Yes, the bad accent is in full effect. Hard to tell with a text sentence that doesn't have any of the usual hallmarks, I know, but what can ya do?]