[Trick or Treat]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley and Henrietta are on the Plane, and they've got a Plan. Just because Halloween was thwarted thanks to B-movie hijinks doesn't mean they can't have a holiday celebration anyway, does it?]

[Henrietta is dressed like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz in a little blue and white gingham dress with pigtails, complete with silver slippers (she insisted they be silver, not ruby) and a little wicker basket on her arm containing Toto, the infamous therapy blob. Crowley is dressed...pretty much the same as always, in a suit, this time with the slight addition of a false goatee. He's got a glass of something that appears to be alcoholic in one hand, and he's still sporting the black feathered wings (though they don't seem to be part of the outfit).]

[Henrietta has a trick or treat bag in her free hand, and is looking somewhat nervous]

Um... Are you sure she won't mind?

I don't see why she would. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and all that.

[She rubs the therapy blob and it chimes happily.] I guess... But what am I supposed to do, again?

[Crowley shrugs] It's trick-or-treating, there's nothing to it. Just make that pathetic face we worked on and hold the bag up.

[She hesitates a moment more.] Can I ask for lettuce? For Xing?

...sure. Why not? [He conjures a folding chair and takes a seat, sipping on his drink and grinning.]

Comments

[ghostlighter]

[... eyebrow quirk.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That's not the face of a man bearing candy, Chris.

[ghostlighter]

No. No, it isn't.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You might want to look into that.

[ghostlighter]

Why?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Trick or treating, are we? How cute.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

We're trick-or-treating, obviously. You wouldn't want to go breaking poor little Henrietta's heart, would you?

[ghostlighter]

Halloween was like, two months ago.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngh. That [he gestures to Henrietta] is...cute.

I? Get to sit around and drink. [a grin]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

For you, maybe. It's only early November in London.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um... trick or treat?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[dklsjf] I've... never done this before.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Then I'd just add "smart" onto the end of that for you. After all the foolishness that people seemed to be dealing with her, this place has hardly been a good place to take a break.

{Chuckling,} It's almost been more of a headache here than home.

[ghostlighter]

Good for you.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Ahh, that's fine! It's really a Western holiday anyways.

{Balalaika set her hands on her hips thoughtfully} Shit, I don't know if I have any candy that'd be safe to give out to kids though.

[ghostlighter]

[He gives Crowley a bit of a glare, then... nnngh sighs.] I don't have any candy, or... anything back at the apartment. Sorry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[jdsfhjhdf still isn't sure about this whole thing]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Quickly, almost relieved] That's okay.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

That's okay. [ ;~; THIS WHOLE PROCESS IS SO STRANGE. SOB.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You're far too young to be such a spoilsport, Chris. You haven't been hanging out with the angel lately, have you?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

What, you don't want any? I'm sure Boris can help me scrounge something up.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Sipping his drink]

Why so worried? Millions of children do this every year, you're hardly breaking new ground here.

...well, possibly here, but.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah... it's just... I don't really like asking for it.

[ghostlighter]

... I don't need this from you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But I haven't done anything.