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legionworld2017-10-31 05:51 pm
bedazzledmyface) wrote in legionworld2017-10-31 05:51 pm
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It's An Undeadman's Party
Who| Mabel, Dipper, and ALL OF YOU!
What| After discovering an obscure alien holiday that reminds her a little too much of her favorite human one, Mabel convinces Dipper to throw an impromptu Undeath Day party. Costumes and candy are mandatory America's not invited!!! Just kidding America's invited too.
Where| Mabel and Dipper's quarters.
When| After Game of Throne and Blarg Fhtagn.
Warnings/Notes| Spooktacular Surprises!
It had taken some doing. Dipper was not always in a party mood at the best of times, and these were definitely not the best of times. But eventually, Mabel had found the bargaining chip she needed to convince Dipper to host an Undeath Day party with her - the perfect costume.
She'd had to dig through historical records of Earth Heroes to do it, too. And if there was anything Dipper appreciated, it was research.
And so every new visitor got the same greeting from the twins, who opened their door together onto a room festooned with every creepy, crawly, hairy, scary decoration that a young lady could hand-make out of modern future crafts. Spooky sounds issued from the room's sound system, and a candy and refreshment table set up in the back of the room was, honestly, mostly candy.
The twins, in their matching purple leotards, bumped fists before allowing each guest in.
"Wonder Twin powers - Activate!" they yelled together. "Form of - Amazing Party Hosts!"
"Welcome, welcome, to the Undeath Day Party of your Afterlife!" Mabel added, ushering people in, scrutinizing their costumes for adequate costumey-ness.
What| After discovering an obscure alien holiday that reminds her a little too much of her favorite human one, Mabel convinces Dipper to throw an impromptu Undeath Day party. Costumes and candy are mandatory America's not invited!!! Just kidding America's invited too.
Where| Mabel and Dipper's quarters.
When| After Game of Throne and Blarg Fhtagn.
Warnings/Notes| Spooktacular Surprises!
It had taken some doing. Dipper was not always in a party mood at the best of times, and these were definitely not the best of times. But eventually, Mabel had found the bargaining chip she needed to convince Dipper to host an Undeath Day party with her - the perfect costume.
She'd had to dig through historical records of Earth Heroes to do it, too. And if there was anything Dipper appreciated, it was research.
And so every new visitor got the same greeting from the twins, who opened their door together onto a room festooned with every creepy, crawly, hairy, scary decoration that a young lady could hand-make out of modern future crafts. Spooky sounds issued from the room's sound system, and a candy and refreshment table set up in the back of the room was, honestly, mostly candy.
The twins, in their matching purple leotards, bumped fists before allowing each guest in.
"Wonder Twin powers - Activate!" they yelled together. "Form of - Amazing Party Hosts!"
"Welcome, welcome, to the Undeath Day Party of your Afterlife!" Mabel added, ushering people in, scrutinizing their costumes for adequate costumey-ness.
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Evidently trying didn't matter if it didn't end in succeeding - at least where costumes and Mabel were concerned - and Wash hadn't made it quite that far. "Seriously?" he said, allowing himself to be dragged to the taped-off box space. "C'mon, Mabel, I have a costume. I'm a cat."
no subject
Poor Wash has no idea what he walked into. He began the process, but the process is clearly unfinished and Mabel would never let a travesty like an unfinished cat costume enter her party without her signature fix-up.
"I've got a feather boa here in gray - thought it was a little drab, but hey, you never know when a drab feather boa will come in handy. Here's your tail!" Mabel handed the boa, attached to an elastic band, to Wash, trusting him to do the right thing and step into the (somehow perfectly sized) elastic. "If we just do this and that and give it a little glue -"
A "little" glue was "enough glue to stick a shag bath mat (thankfully unused) to Wash's shirt.
"Okay, okay - now we conduct a test to determine if you've achieved adequate fluffiness."
Mabel slowly, with a deep, serious frown, held out her hand to rub Wash's (costumed) fluffy belly.