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[thefavorite]

[ network: morning ]

It's Halloween.

[ Dewey has clearly noticed of the decorations. ]

Everything is okay now, right? And it's Halloween outside. Look.

[ He's excited, despite the fact that it's a little bittersweet - it's Halloween and he's not with his brothers. They should be raining down garbage on their neighborhood, egging houses, planting stink bombs, and blowing up mailboxes. But it is still Halloween, and he can't let it pass without celebration. ]

So I don't know if people usually trick-or-treat here, but I'm going to. You can consider that your notice to make sure you have candy.


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[ action: evening ]

[ Dewey is out and about in the City, going door-to-door and trick-or-treating. Though it may not immediately be apparent, he has taken it upon himself to create what he considers a costume. He's wearing a ratty t-shirt and jeans, made worse by the fact that he’s clearly taken it upon himself to roll around in quite a lot of dirt.

He has a pillowcase in hand - in addition to holding his candy, it serves double-duty for the eggs he's towing. Does he arrive at your character's door? You tell me. ]

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[fastest_dude_ever]

[Wally opens the door. He is dressed as a large ketchup bottle. Is he going to a party or just dressing up for himself? Who knows. Immediately, he grins upon seeing Dewey.]

Hey, kiddo! What are you dressed as?

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[thefavorite]

[ Well, that's a level of dedication Dewey rarely sees in adults back home. ]

I'm an unsupervised minor.

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[candothat]

I have heard of trick-or-treating, but it is not something I've engaged in. What are the rules?

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[thefavorite]

It's pretty smile. You dress as something go to other people's houses, and ey have to give you candy.

[thenormalsquint]

[This lady's not dressed up at all, but once he bangs on her door, she's serving up full size candy bars and giant jawbreakers. And her hand is heavy when it comes to dispensing candy to cute kids.]

And what are you supposed to be?

[thefavorite]

[ That haul makes her an immediate winner in his eyes. Which, of course, totally light up. ]

I'm an unsupervised minor.

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo opens the door and stares down at his co-worker. He looks very hungover. Like doing a three day bender with no sleep hungover and then run over by a truck or five. There's a pause as he tries to figure out what Dewy wants.]

I told Meyer I wasn't coming in.

[thefavorite]

[ Dewey shrugs easily at that. ]

Okay.

Trick or treat.

[deadmanbusiness]

[There's another pause as this is processed through Theo's rather addled mind.]

Oh. Right.

I think I have some candy I stole from some kids earlier.

[thefavorite]

[ And Dewey grins at the implication that he'll be getting stolen candy. ]

Why'd you steal it?

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo waves him inside, if he'd like.

A ghostly dragon drifts by and circles around the child.]

I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't even really like candy that much.

[thefavorite]

[ Sure, he'll step in. Why not?

The dragon does grab Dewey's attention, and he watches it as it circles him, not... completely hearing Theo initially. The response does sink in after a moment.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time" is a response Dewey can relate to. He nods. ]

Well, I like candy?

[deadmanbusiness]

You and Meyer. I promised to bring in any candy I ... acquired ... to work tomorrow, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you got some too.

[The dragon follows Dewey. It seems to like him. Oddly, perhaps, Theo's apartment is not a den of death and decay filled with skulls and bones and spiderwebs and other things that might be appropriate for a necromancer. Instead it's got a semi-bachelor vibe. He certainly needs to pick up, but the furniture is semi-modern and in lots of cool blues and grays.

He comes back with a couple of pillow cases filled with candy and sets them down on a chair. Apparently Theo wasn't kidding when he said he stole candy from kids.]

I guess you can take your pick.

[thefavorite]

[ Dewey's definitely not one to complain about the lack of death and decay - or about the dragon, whose company he's more than happy to have.

The haul, of course, lights up his face. ]

Wow.</> You really did rip them off.

[ There's pure delight on his face with that commentary. ]

[deadmanbusiness]

My father always said if you're going to do something you might as well go all the way.

[The dragon somehow alights on Dewey's shoulder and peers at the bags.

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[missrosetyler]

[Rose reaches her door and opens up. She's still dressed up in her work attire as she stares down at the youth. She grins remembering it's Halloween. He'll want candy, right?]

Hullo there. Nice costume.

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[thefavorite]

Thanks.

[ He gives his own small grin back. ]

Trick or treat.

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[missrosetyler]

You're welcome.

[Rose turns around for a moment to grab the bowl of assorted candy. There's chocolates, candy corn, peppermints and Skittles.]

So what do you call yourself?

[Action]

[thefavorite]

[ Ooooooh. That is an impressive array. ]

Usually I call myself Dewey. Right now I'm dressed as an unsupervised minor.

[ Shrug. ]

It's a little facetious.

[he_who_kills]

[Opera House door opens. Look down, kid.]

Eh? You beggar? [Knows all about Halloween. He's asking if that's what your getup is.]

[thefavorite]

[ Dewey's just going to stare at the terrifying little doll because terrifying little dolls are seriously unnerving.

Maybe he'll manage not to shriek. But he also doesn't manage to talk. ]

[he_who_kills]

You want sweets? [Yes! There is candy, in a bowl, sitting out of sight, inside the entry way next to this very door.]

[thefavorite]

[ He nods his head slightly, still not entirely unfrozen. ]

Um... yes.

[he_who_kills]

[Moves from the door. Sounds of rustling. Reappears; arms full of candy - the good kind!]

[Waits on kid to say the phrase and hold out pillowcase.]small>

[thefavorite]

[ Oh, good. This he can do. ]

Trick or treat.

[ The pillowcase, of course, is presented. ]

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[grigio]

[Julie's at home with R (who is somewhere in the kitchen and therefor not seen right away) and her new calico kitten, Paintbrush. She managed to find a small costume for the cat and now the cat has velvet batwings that it can't figure out at all.

As Julie opens the door, the kitten is trying to pounce the wings coming off of it's back and can't quite manage.]

Hey, Dewey!

[There's a grin for her favorite pianist. And two full sized Hershey's bars.]

Lemme guess. Hobo?

[Julie's not dressed as anything. Just a long-sleeve sweater and shorts for her.]

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[thefavorite]

[ Two full-sized Hershey bars? This is seriously notable. Definitely no eggs for Julie. ]

Unsupervised minor. I guess it's not much of a stretch, but I got to roll in dirt.

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[grigio]

[Julie's laugh at this is genuine, head thrown back briefly as she giggles.]


Dewey, that's awesome. Very creative. Well done. How is your Halloween going?

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[thefavorite]

Thanks.

[ That gets a smile, which he follows with a shrug at the question. ]

It's okay, I guess. I haven't thrown too many eggs.

[ Which is good and bad, really. Candy is good, destruction is good. But Halloween isn't the same without his brothers and he couldn't possibly wreak enough mayhem without them. ]

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[grigio]

Eggs? You'll have to explain that one.

[Her last halloween she was seven.]

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[thefavorite]

For people who don't have candy, or who don't answer. You throw them at their house.

[ A very sage tone here as he hands down the wisdom which has been handed down to him by his elders: ]

It's tradition.

[ Of course, those "elders" would be his brothers. ]

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[grigio]

Ah. Gotcha.

[Julie nods, accepting this wisdom. If her world weren't what it was, she'd probably be doing the same thing.

She's quiet for a moment, turning to look at a house down the way with a small smirk.

She leans towards Dewey, tilting her head towards the aforementioned residence and whispers;]


The guy down the road? The one with no decorations on his house whatsoever? Rumor has it that he's giving out apples. I think this deserves an egg or two if it's the case.

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[thefavorite]

[ He's appalled, as evidenced by his tone. ]

Apples?

Are they even candied?

[ That doesn't make it okay, really, but it determines how egregious this offense is. ]

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[grigio]

[Julie just shakes her head, smiling a tiny bit.] Not that I've seen. It should probably be investigated first before eggs are thrown. I might be wrong.

[She's not. The guy is definitely handing out apples.]

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[thefavorite]

Well, you have to try first anyway. Egging is a matter of righting a personal offense.

[ But yes, he'll definitely handle this. If he has to be alone on Halloween, he could at least find some destruction to wreak. ]

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[grigio]

Sounds like a whole 'crime and punishment' thing. I approve of the message you're sending this man.

[Julie. Julie, this is a terrible life choice.]

Go get'em, boss. And you get an extra bar for it.

[Julie smirks at Dewey, tilting her head towards the Apple man's house.]

And if you're caught, I'll help you blame someone else.

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[thefavorite]

It's a serious matter.

[ It's a great life choice. Really. ]

Thinking ahead. I appreciate that.

[ And then he grins, eager to head off down towards the bestower of fruits. ]

I'll keep an eye out for a good mark. Just in case.