ITP - trick or treating

[easybreezyidiot]

[Tonight! There are two girls dressed as superheroes (okay, one is actually more of a supervillain, but don't tell her that) knocking on your door.]

Trick or treat!

[I hope you have candy. If not, you'd better come up with something.]

((Breeze and Vanya are hitting you up for candy. If you want to get in on the trick or treating, feel free to

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[misswexler]

[oh hello sleeping beauty]

You've gotta be kidding me.

[drfeelgold]

[HE IS ACTUALLY RATHER PRETTY. AND NOPE. THIS IS NOT A TEST. THIS IS DEFINITELY A GOLD SKINNED TEENAGER IN A COMA. WHAT DO]

[misswexler]

[well. I totally do not know camp well enough to fetch a bucket of water

I like candy

I really, really wanna see if this actually works.

You receive one (1) kiss! She's very good at them]

[drfeelgold]

[yay make-outs! and he's definitely coming awake now, breathing more deeply and moving a bit]

......nnnnnnn......

[misswexler]

[pause. still very, very close, grinning against his mouth]

Wakey, wakey.

[drfeelgold]

[SLOOOOWLY BLINKING AWAKE, COMPLETELY OUT OF IT BUT]

...eggs and....bakey...

[misswexler]

[laughing as she pulls back] Rise and shine, I've been promised compensation.

[drfeelgold]

[FINALLY STARTING TO FOCUS A BIT MORE]

I... what? Where... where am I?

[misswexler]

You're in camp. Might as well settle in to enjoy the ride, bucko, because I don't know any more than you do.

[drfeelgold]

[WHOA MUCH MORE AWAKE NOW]

I can't- I'm not supposed to be here. My friends are in danger, I need to help them!

[totally trying to haul himself up and out of bed. IT'S NOT GOING WELL]

[misswexler]

Dude, cut it out. [putting a hand on your chest and trying out a push] You are so obviously not in a Heroic Rescue way.

[drfeelgold]

[STRUGGLING]

You don't understand, they're gonna die! I have to help them, I HAVE TO-

[DOESN'T SO MUCH SUCCEED AT PULLING HIMSELF OUT OF BED AS HE DOES IN OVERBALANCING AND FALLING OVER THE OTHER SIDE. THE MINUTE HE HITS THE GROUND, SURPRISE! THE BED TURNS INTO DELICIOUS CANDY! YAY CANDY! ON THE NOT SO BRIGHTSIDE, IT LOOKS LIKE GOLDEN BOY HAS KNOCKED HIMSELF OUT AGAIN. WHOOPS?]

[misswexler]

[hands on her hips, looking down at him]

Wow, you are so so smart.

[drfeelgold]

[HE HAS HIS MOMENTS. ALSO, SLOWLY STARTING TO ROUSE HIMSELF AGAIN]

nnnghk...ow.

[misswexler]

[crouches down. she's even sympathetic

sorta]

You okay down there?

[drfeelgold]

[the realization that his body's not agreeing with him at the moment- a little welcoming gift from camp- is starting to catch up with him]

Yeah, I'm great. Thanks.