legionworld | 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.

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Those who did not arrive in costume were barred at the door, stuck in a taped-off space by a ribbon declaring "Costumes Only Beyond This Point." Inside the space was a large box overflowing with costume jewelry and secondhand clothes.

"Hold on citizen! You're not wearing the right uniform for this mission!" Mabel insisted, dragging everyone unprepared in her vice grip over to The Box.

The amount of sugar at Mabel's refreshment table was enough to satisfy even the most demanding sweet tooth, and given the lack of actual adult involvement in preparing this party, there wasn't much else on the table. The punch smoked eerily, and certain alien candies glowed hazardously under the blacklights.

The actual Undeath Day was a solemn holiday involving internal meditation on the inevitability of death and in some religious orders, veneration of a mythological figure who had returned from death and could not die, despite the perpetual decomposition of his body, prompting worship of the figure as the sacrificial deity enduring the torment of Eternal Life that others might benefit from the Gift of Death. Practitioners often engaged in ritual self-burial, fasting, competitions of stillness, and other activities bringing them closer to the sensation of Death.

Mabel had decided instead that her party games were going to be more along the lines of bobbing for glorpfuls - which she'd filled a cauldron with, whatever they were - a pumpkin carving contest, costume contest, and of course, scary-oke.

The supplies for each were laid out around the room, along with a floor-sized ouija board rug with a giant planchette that could only be lifted by two people, or someone with superstrength.

Once everyone was properly costumed, Mabel hit the volume on the sweet holiday jams.

Joshua wasn't actually coming to the party on purpose, so much as it just happened to be one of the first stops on the "get to know Legion World" grand tour. (And it wasn't going to be his first stop on purpose, either, but with the amount of noise coming from the room, it jumped up a few notches on the priority list, because the second thing Loewe had taught him was to know your surroundings.)

A party...well, okay.

Good chance to scope out the team, right?

It seemed like a slightly less good idea when a girl maybe a couple years younger than him was dragging him towards a box full of who knew what, but five years in the Bright household, with a bossy sister? That was all kinds of education in being a good sport.

"Okay, so the right uniform is...?

"Alright, yo, check this for some hella fun Halloween."

Addressing his audience, Sean turns with a dramatic flair to the pumpkin on the table in front of him. Dressed as a fresh young technomage, with a starry, blinking wizard's hat, robes, and long white beard fastened over his usual ninja outfit, he waves his voluminous sleeves around and chants some vague latin that he totally didn't crib from Harry Potter.

"Expecto... Latinus... Flaminus! Elemental forces of this world - I, Blizzardbeard, bend thee to my will to shape this pumpkin to my image!"

And from the home-made mechanisms hidden under his sleeves, twin laser beams shoot out and blasts out two chunks from the pumpkin, making rudimentary eyes and spraying nearby people with orange innards.

"Well, what are you feeling tonight?" Mabel asked, slipping character. "You could be a pirate, or a vampire, or a weirdly unappealing clown, or -"

She paused as she spied a swatch of fabric she didn't remember buying, that matched Joshua's eyes perfectly.

"This!" she insisted, tugging at the piece, which was buried and tangled at the bottom of the box. "Whatever it is, you have to wear it -" she declared, before pulling the costume free.

It turned out to be an exceptionally flouncy, sequined princess dress.

"Yup," Mabel declared, looking the dress and Joshua up and down. "It's perfect for you!"

This is it, Joshua.

This is your lot in life.

He couldn't really even muster up any surprise, just a sigh of resignation. "I should have seen this coming."

Wash had hoped that trying would be good enough - he'd never been one for costumes, but he could humor the kids for the purposes of Space Spring Halloween. To that end, he was all in gray, with a pair of homemade (though really, that was just a nice way of saying poorly made) matching paper cat ears perched on his head.

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."

"And your costume will be EVEN BETTER once I'm through with you!"

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.

It's An Undeadman's Party

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