It was the same damned time of year again; a time where taking candy from strangers was, for once, not deemed creepy or suspicious in the slightest. Rick scoffed to himself, squinting drunkenly at the flickering annoyance that came in the shape of Jerry's Halloween decorations scattered around the front yard. Oh yeah, sure, may as well line our driveway with dollar bills. This house is a beacon for company now... and not the cool kind, just the pesky irritating buzz of people in costumes after free shit.
A bowl of candy sat untouched at the far end of his workbench. Beth had brought it down, pleading that he comply with Jerry's wishes to humour the ridiculous earth holiday.
'Y-yyy-y'know Beth, kids are more than twice as likely to get killed by going out and c-cURP ccelebrating. E-Earth actually becomes 78% more dangerous on the 31st of October- that's 12% higher than most of the other planets in the neighbouring seven solar systems. Y-you hearing me, Beth? It's barbaric- bb-bbut stupid. You guys don't even get killed by sparking up a racial war or high-treEEAason, you just don't check before crossing the goddamned r-rrroad.'
Not that he could blame the pathetic greed-driven youngsters. If there was a planet that dedicated a night to giving out free Glimblams or Plutonium-Quartz Reactors, then he'd be willing to take those odds for a haul of free stuff too. He paused, expression lifting at the thought. Was there a planet with a tradition like that? Who knew. But candy? ...Not really a strong motivator.
With a nonchalant wave of a hand, he complied, ignoring the candy that his grandchildren had clearly already spotted days prior in the cupboards. All the good ones were gone.
With little care for who might be approaching the open garage that he called home, Rick continued with his tinkering, only pausing to tend the dwindling levels of liquor in his silver flask. Tonight was going to be painful by the sounds of it, and since that was the case it seemed particularly apt to drown whatever memories he retained from the evening in a hearty amount of vodka. That was, unless he came up with an alternative plan to spice up the holiday for himself.
A bowl of candy sat untouched at the far end of his workbench. Beth had brought it down, pleading that he comply with Jerry's wishes to humour the ridiculous earth holiday.
'Y-yyy-y'know Beth, kids are more than twice as likely to get killed by going out and c-cURP ccelebrating. E-Earth actually becomes 78% more dangerous on the 31st of October- that's 12% higher than most of the other planets in the neighbouring seven solar systems. Y-you hearing me, Beth? It's barbaric- bb-bbut stupid. You guys don't even get killed by sparking up a racial war or high-treEEAason, you just don't check before crossing the goddamned r-rrroad.'
Not that he could blame the pathetic greed-driven youngsters. If there was a planet that dedicated a night to giving out free Glimblams or Plutonium-Quartz Reactors, then he'd be willing to take those odds for a haul of free stuff too. He paused, expression lifting at the thought. Was there a planet with a tradition like that? Who knew. But candy? ...Not really a strong motivator.
With a nonchalant wave of a hand, he complied, ignoring the candy that his grandchildren had clearly already spotted days prior in the cupboards. All the good ones were gone.
With little care for who might be approaching the open garage that he called home, Rick continued with his tinkering, only pausing to tend the dwindling levels of liquor in his silver flask. Tonight was going to be painful by the sounds of it, and since that was the case it seemed particularly apt to drown whatever memories he retained from the evening in a hearty amount of vodka. That was, unless he came up with an alternative plan to spice up the holiday for himself.
She smiles.
Wandering the neighbourhoods and getting the chance to experience this holiday for herself, Sylsalis was actually really looking forward to certain events in her life that would allow her to further enjoy stuff like this with a greater sense of purpose. For now, however, it appeared that she still had someone to find before the night was up. She certainly was not going to go home without him.
Walking down the street with her black and purple generic witch's costume that a friend of hers had suggested, Sylsalis continued on till she saw a house with the garage wide open. There was a man inside, and she admittedly found herself a little curious as to what he was up to... especially since it did not really look to be like any Halloween thing that she was aware of.
"Excuse me, sir!" Sylsalis called, walking forward and passing the odd smiling individual in the process.
"Can I get to know what you're doing over there? I haven't seen anyone working on anything for Halloween -- just giving out treats! Is what you're doing one of those 'trick' things before the treat?" Sylsalis asked, her ignorance for the holiday showing as she neared the driveway.
Walking down the street with her black and purple generic witch's costume that a friend of hers had suggested, Sylsalis continued on till she saw a house with the garage wide open. There was a man inside, and she admittedly found herself a little curious as to what he was up to... especially since it did not really look to be like any Halloween thing that she was aware of.
"Excuse me, sir!" Sylsalis called, walking forward and passing the odd smiling individual in the process.
"Can I get to know what you're doing over there? I haven't seen anyone working on anything for Halloween -- just giving out treats! Is what you're doing one of those 'trick' things before the treat?" Sylsalis asked, her ignorance for the holiday showing as she neared the driveway.
From the roof of the garage, there was a sudden eruption of yellowish green smoke. Had some invention or gadget claimed from another planet gone into meltdown?
The fog dissipates slowly, clinging to the various contraptions in the garage and contributing a musty smell to every piece of fabric in the garage, including Rick's labcoat. It plumed out the doors of the garage in an almost holiday appropriate way. Maybe Beth would think the family just got a smoke machine?
But strangest of all, in the epicenter of the smoke bomb, there now "stands" a gigantic snail, fully three feet tall at the top of its shell, sticky foot plastered to the ceiling. Its eye stalks twist this way and that, taking in the upside down scene. "Hullo?" it gurgles. "What place is this?"
The fog dissipates slowly, clinging to the various contraptions in the garage and contributing a musty smell to every piece of fabric in the garage, including Rick's labcoat. It plumed out the doors of the garage in an almost holiday appropriate way. Maybe Beth would think the family just got a smoke machine?
But strangest of all, in the epicenter of the smoke bomb, there now "stands" a gigantic snail, fully three feet tall at the top of its shell, sticky foot plastered to the ceiling. Its eye stalks twist this way and that, taking in the upside down scene. "Hullo?" it gurgles. "What place is this?"
Eclipse walked forward. She stared down. " H-h-hi?? I'm not sure where we are either."
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