So the lion lay down with the Lamb.

[neptune_noir]

There was something strange in the neighbourhood

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[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica didn't take long to come to the door, but she opened it slowly, peering cautiously out before throwing it open with a gasp. "What a cute costume," she said, voice teetering perilously far in the direction of 'baby talk.' "And what are you supposed to be?"

[neptune_noir]

"The valiant protector of the innocent and defenceless, defender of island security. Women want to be with him, men want to be him," Keith said, and then slapped his forehead as if remembering something. "No, wait, that's what I dress up as every other day. I'm a handsome detective. Wait, same problem..."

[neptune_sleuth]

"Ew." Veronica shook her head at him, hands raised to block out whatever that conjured up. For herself, she'd found a Regency-style dress in the clothes box, relieved it of about a foot of material from the bottom to keep herself from tripping in pursuit of a toddler, and accessorized with one of the staffs she'd received earlier in the year. "Elizabeth Bennet," she said, nodding sagely, "zombie hunter."

[neptune_noir]

"You missed your window, kiddo, you could have accessorized the hell out of that last year," Keith said, nonetheless nodding approval.

Zombies. He was making jokes about the presence of actual zombies. His life really was strange, these days.