[Event Post]

[weavethebonds]

Susan is having a Halloween party.

You probably got an invitation. Apparently almost everyone on planet earth did. Which would be bad for her apartment if the door didn't seem to lead to an illogically huge space that resembles a castle dungeon, complete with spooky mist up to everyone's knees, skeletons chained to the walls, a cauldron of...something, labelled 'no kids', and a giant table of food.

So come, dress up, steal all of Susan's food if she doesn't know you. She's not going to notice, she's busy walking around in a spooky witch outfit.

Comments

[greyerthanabyss]

'Cuz I'm tired.

[fantasticfeline]

"I ain't an arm rest lady!"

[greyerthanabyss]

Yeah you are, "Boob Rest".

[fantasticfeline]

"You don't have any of those. Boob rest, not wideload seat."

[greyerthanabyss]

::Turns around and leans her ass on you.::

[fantasticfeline]

"STOP IT, I DON'T WANT ANOTHER REPUTATION."

He flails.

[greyerthanabyss]

Then make it up to me, runt.

[fantasticfeline]

"How."

[greyerthanabyss]

I haven't thought of it yet, pint size, but you owe me an IOU.

[fantasticfeline]

"As long as you don't want me to buy you snacks. I'm not made of money."

[greyerthanabyss]

... Find me a Grimoire from the 12 Dimensions. Or a Snowman Creator.

[fantasticfeline]

"..So you can make shaved ice?"

[greyerthanabyss]

So I can make ice cream.

[fantasticfeline]

"..You don't care much about going against stereotypes do you."