🏠 Sindren Booby (she would cling onto him she is hella scared, has a steam punk outfit)
🍬 April and Joker (April has a priest costume thanks to her dorm theme)
💃 Carol and Punch (I have her costume ready)
pick what you wanna do
Autumnal asks!
🏠 - Our muses visit a haunted house
"Wh-why does it have to be so dark?" Sindren inched her way down the haunted house corridor, flinching at every little noise. She had wrapped both of her arms around Bobby's waist, slowing him down on their walk through the building. The broad skirt of her costume kept brushing the walls, and every irregularity made her jump.
"It's for atmosphere, kiddo," he chuckled, as he draped his arm over her shoulders. He adjusted his three-corner pirate hat slightly, so he could see ahead more easily. "This ain't like you, though! You're usually the brave one, what's the deal?"
"D-dunno. It's just. It's. It's scarier like this!" A recorded laugh played over the loudspeakers, and she squeaked, squeezing him so hard her corset creaked. "Are we almost done?"
"I don't really know. Probably not. We've only done a couple rooms." Bobby stroked her hair absent-mindedly. "Want me to see if there's a way for us to get out sooner?"
Sindren trembled, but shook her head. "Nnnn. No. A crusader for justice must face their fears." She straightened up, but maintained a bone-crushing grip on Bobby's arm, crumpling the sleeve of his billowing shirt.
"As you wish," he chuckled, and opened the door to the next room. They stepped inside, the lights went out, and he heard a blood-curdling scream followed by a series of thumps.
When the lights came back on, Bobby had to stifle a laugh. Several costumed performers were scattered on the floor, groaning and clutching at assorted injuries. He looked up. Sindren was dangling from a chandelier, looking down at what she thought were her attackers; her satin gloves were torn at the knuckles, and her tiny fascinator top hat dangled from a loosened lock of hair.
"You good, 'Dren?" he finally managed to squeak out, wiping a tear of laughter away. "I think they'll let us out now. Unless you wanna hang a little longer..."
🍬 - Our muses give out candy to trick or treaters
"There you go, ya little monster! Happy Halloween!" Joker grinned as she waved to the tiny werewolf, who toddled away with a brightly-colored lollipop clutched in her fist. "Whew! I wasn't expecting there to be so many kids. We've been swamped! How's my halo?"
April looked up from opening bags of candy to refill their bowls, and blushed a bit. She wasn't expecting Joker to wear anything that matched her own costume, but when she arrived to help distribute candy on campus to the local kids, Joker greeted her in an angel costume. She was all in white, her long curls loose beneath a tinsel halo, and with cardboard wings that bent at unfortunate angles in the wind. April thought she looked beautiful.
"Ahem! 'Father' Richter!" she quipped, waving her hand in front of April's face. "Lost in thought again?"
"I'm fine!" April said, tearing a bag open a bit too quickly. Some sweets wound up spilling onto the table.
Joker stepped up, and started to move the spilled candy into a bowl. "I know you're fine, hon. Fine as the day is long. I have eyes, after all." She giggled. "But I was making sure you were all right. You seem distracted."
April looked at her hands, twiddling her fingers awkwardly. "It's nothing, really."
"And here I thought you priests were forbidden from fibbing." Joker winked, her eyes twinkling. "It's all good, April. I'm only teasing. Now come on! I see another wave of sticky preschoolers on the horizon, and we have to give them their sugar or be scorned forever."
💃 - Our muses dance together at a halloween party
"IT SURE IS LOUD IN HERE, ISN'T IT?"
"WHAT??" Carol leaned in closer to Punch, cupping her hand around her ear. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE BAND. IT'S REALLY LOUD."
"YES." Punch nodded, laughing. "THAT'S WHAT I SAID."
"WHAT??"
"NEVER MIND!" He waved a hand dismissively. He had never seen Ramshackle dorm this packed! Since there were no restrictions on having a party at this particular campus building, Carol and the rest of the Ramshackle residents had decided to throw a Halloween party for their friends, and had pulled out all the stops. The Pop Music Club had set themselves up in one corner of the lounge, and had been playing at top volume since they started their set.
The song they were playing finally clattered to a halt, and Punch leaned over toward Carol. "I wanted to tell you! You look really cute tonight!"
"Thank you!" Carol beamed back at him. "And I really like your robot costume, it's clever!"
Punch started moving stiffly, and grinned. "Clank, clank!"
There was a short sharp snap of feedback from the amps. "Allllll right everyone, time for us to slow this down a bit, give Lilia a chance to recover from the last one," Cater announced with a laugh. Lilia held up a bottle of water, grinning triumphantly, then took a sip. "This next one's gonna be for all those lovebirds out on the floor, or anyone who hopes they can be one by the end of the night. Hashtag Always Hope, am I right?? Haha! Oh my seven that was awk!! Kalim, count us in!"
Drumsticks clicked together, and a slow bass groove began. The crowd in front of the band dissipated slightly, replaced with a scattering of couples. Carol looked at Punch hopefully. "So. Mister Robot. Are you programmed to slow dance?"
"Affirmative," Punch chuckled, and led her out to the floor.
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