Halloween party!

[elegante_events]

Every passenger will suddenly find themselves whisked to deck 20 for Redd's annual Halloween party (it's a day late, but shhh, he's been busy)!  It has been programmed to look like a cemetery, complete with stone gravestones and long, damp grass padded out with clumps of soft soil.  Ooooh, spooky!   The headstones read many names, none of which are

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[so_flighty]

[DUDE SHE'S WEARING A FRANKENSTIEN COSTUME

AWESOME

DUDE THIS IS SO COOL, WAIT ARE THOSE-]

Ooooh, cookies~!

[thenotmagician]

[Dun dun

Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun

DUN DUN]

BOO!

[so_flighty]

[LJKSAHDJKHGSFG

SHRIEKS]

Ooooh, you~!

[POUNCE]

[thenotmagician]

[o hai

♥]

Happy belated Halloween, Renna.

[entirelybonkers]

[Well. Alice certainly wasn't expecting to be suddenly transported to a party.

Granted, she does like parties, however she does generally prefer that she know about them in advance so that the proper preparations can be made.

Whoever prepared this party had quite obviously either run out of time, or simply had not cared.

She's currently leaning over the food, nose wrinkled in distaste.]

[dovewithadream]

[Kobato is starting to get really tired of all this being in one place and then suddenly being in another business. The area around her is occupied by gravestone and looks like a western cemetery. There is also a table of treats decorated with pumpkins that she can see from where she is standing.

...And she's wearing a paperbag.]

WHAT!?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Cheap booze? Who cares? Not Ironhide. This does, however, put a damper on his impending investigation as to just... what the hell everyone was shouting about over the comms.

Oh well. It'll be there later. Right now? There's bad booze. Just how he likes it. He'll be over there. Monopolizing this bottle and ignoring the bag he's been made to wear.]

[iffadogcandoit]

[Toaster doesn't even bother with trying to make himself comfortable, he just goes straight to Ironhide.

Well, he hopes that it's Ironhide.

Have some big black eyes looking up at you.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Even human, Ironhide's... pretty massively built. He has to look a ways down to see the kid. And then he makes a face.]

...

Yeah?

[iffadogcandoit]

Nothing. What is this?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The sulking teen isn't really all that hard to spot. Glancing his way, Ironhide raises his cup of terrible booze.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just grunts, and holds out the cup he's been drinking from. It's a mixture of bad vodka and bad rum.]

It could be worse. I cannot argue with the alcohol.