I've been here for something like three years. Three years? Oh, who the fuck knows. Something like that. This place is a puzzling hellhole most of the time. Full of teenagers, kids, and whiners.

And then you get shit like this past month, and you get annoyed that crap around here just doesn't die, and fuck it. I mean at least the curses only last one or two fucking days.

One time, one fucking time? People got turned into shit in a sideshow act. How fucking weird is that shit?

Time for a break. Time to get out of here and take a fucking break.

[ 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.


- - -

[ 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. ]

I respect anybody who's fighting the good fight up on high. Suits me fine to keep my big nose out of it. I'm not gonna deal out the 'this too shall pass' nonsense because as bad as this is...Christmas ain't even here yet.

Me and Christmas don't get along.

[Anya looks unsure and possibly a little uncomfortable, fidgeting with her slightly oversized Viking costume.]

I dunno...am I doing this right...? I mean, I'm not sure if Vikings ACTUALLY dressed like this, but this is all about costumes, right? I swear to God, if something else tries to kill or torture me this month...

[She adjusts the costume again. The whole thing is a little big on her, but she's got the outfit, she's got the helmet...and Pooka's by her feet, a little plastic axe in his mouth.]

Okay. I think I've got everything...so...

...uh. Now what do I do?