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Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 5, 2017 19:52:48 GMT -5
At his question, Sally became quiet and pensive. Jack looked down at her, his brow pinched upwards in concern, and let his arms rest at his sides again when she pulled away to look out at Christmas Town. Jack watched Sally’s red hair ripple slightly in the cold breeze. Snowflakes were settling on her head and shoulders and Jack lifted his hand to reach out to her, but hesitated just short of actually touching her. Instead, he let his hand fall to his side again and waited, making himself remain silent so she could think.
Eventually, his beloved began to speak again. She turned back to him and Jack noticed that a few snowflakes had even come to rest on her eyelashes. In that moment, looking at him with that vulnerable hope, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Jack felt that he understood what she was feeling. He himself had only just recently experienced a similar identity crisis. He could only hope that Sally’s did not bring a holiday to the edge of disaster.
He took her hands in his. “… I cannot tell you what your passion is, Sally. But… I promise I will help you find it.”
Jack gave her a small, tender smile. He should have thought about this before now. Most of the creatures around Halloween Town were like himself: Ageless. Sally was still very new. She had been made to serve Finkelstein, but Jack believed she was destined for far greater things.
He tucked her hand in his arm so they could walk side by side again. “Let’s be logical about it and start at the beginning.” His grin widened. “What makes you happy?”
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 6, 2017 7:31:40 GMT -5
Sally hadn't really known what reaction Jack would have. All she knew was that she needed to voice her inner struggle - a struggle that had simmered in the past few weeks, after the fiasco, but that Christmas Town had given words to. Staring at Jack for his answer, she was nearly distracted past her struggle by the tenderness that lurked in the shadows of his eye sockets. That Sally wasn't short of breath from being looked at in such a way was a testament to how conflicted she felt.
Jack's expression spread from adoring watchfulness to compassionate empathy. His spindly digits closed around her small, dainty ones and she yearned for what he would say next. The ragdoll's expectant look took a turn toward the relieved and grateful when he promised to help her find her purpose. "Thank you, Jack," she whispered, and pressed the side of her face into his chest for a moment of reassurance.
The Pumpkin King guided her hand so that they were linked, arm in arm. Together the macabre couple began strolling at a slow pace toward Christmas Town again. Jack's question made her remote while she considered things, and he didn't press her or rush her as they nimbly padded through the snow.
Nearly a full minute later she sighed and tilted her head. "You make me happy," she confessed with a delicate shrug. Sally smirked wryly, aware that no matter how truthful or dear it was, she was cheating the answer. "I guess... I guess when I was with the Doctor, I always did enjoy working with fabric and thread." Sally frowned, then remembered hours spent stealing glances at Finkelstein's alchemical books and catalogs. "Oh! And at the cauldron. You know, I got very good at poisoning him by the end of it."
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 6, 2017 16:54:57 GMT -5
Sally became quiet and thoughtful again after his question and Jack was content to walk beside her and await her answer. While they walked they passed many elves hurrying to and fro from one task to another. Again the candy-cane elf came past them and offered Jack a candy cane, but he politely declined. He was still very full from trying all those cookies and pies.
“You make me happy.”
Jack turned his head to look down at her, not entirely sure how to respond (because, after all, he could not in himself be her purpose), when he spied the little smirk on her face. Jack laughed then. “And that makes me happy.”
After a moment Sally began to describe other things that made her happy. Sewing and brewing potions. Jack nodded along in agreement. “I will always insist that your Sandy Claws suit far outshone the original.” Jack said this softly in a conspiratorial way, seeing as there were many elves about and he did not wish to offend them. When he had put himself in charge of Christmas, Jack had given a number of roles and responsibilities to the people of Halloween Town. He had asked Sally to recreate Sandy’s lobster-red coat and pants for him. It was truly a shame they’d been mostly burned up.
Sally’s other talents lay in potion making. Jack recalled the first meal she’d made for him, complete with the rather impressive butterfly illusion. Since Christmas the two had eaten together on a number of occasions, but Jack had not been able to see her cook anything because the apartment where she currently lived was too small to allow for him to comfortably visit (and anyway, as a gentleman, Jack did not visit Sally alone in her private room).
Jack seized upon this second idea and considered it, his brow furrowing. “You’ve also become very good at finding the ingredients you need in the graveyard and the pumpkin patch. I wonder… if, to make it more convenient, they would grow for you in a pot? Or perhaps a garden?”
While he pondered this, the two of them had reached the main street of Christmas Town. Jack stopped short, his empty eyes taking in the store fronts.
“Why, I bet you could even sell them!” Surely the citizens of Halloween Town would like to be able to easily collect their ingredients from Sally rather than go all the way to the outskirts of town. "Not just the ingredients, but the potions too."
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 7, 2017 9:13:17 GMT -5
Jack's conspiratorially whispered compliment of her Sandy Claws suit made her smile vaguely, but it didn't quite pierce the thoughtfully distracted haze that clouded her eyes. His suggestion of focusing on things that she enjoyed was a perfect one. Now Sally just had to decide how those things - hobbies, really, until that point - could give her purpose in Halloween Town.
Half a snow-swept block later and Jack began speaking. Sally knew him well enough to detect when he was onto something. She looked sideways at him, eager for what he'd come up with. "Well, yes," she began to say when he mentioned her knack for collecting ingredients for potions. Jack persisted, though and she silenced herself when he began a very promising sentence with "I wonder."
Sally blinked, twice, slowly. She smiled wistfully and excitedly all at once and faced forward again, seeming dazed but for all the right reasons this time. "A garden sounds lovely," she said. Then reality knocked on the door of this fledgling idea and Sally frowned. "Oh, but Jack, I hardly have any room for myself, let alone a garden."
In fact, the idea of cultivating and growing her own ingredients had never even occurred to Sally because of that, she thought. When she lived with Finkelstein, though his laboratory had a decent amount of land around it, she wasn't allowed out of the house. Now, with her current living arrangements, the best she'd be able to do is perhaps a window box.
Jack was pushing forward with his inspired thought while Sally faltered under the hangups and strings of pragmatism. Light sparkled in her large eyes when Jack suggested selling her potions to the citizens of Halloween Town. That sounded as lovely as a garden, and Sally felt hopeful and enthused by the concept.
"I could..." Sally stopped, bringing Jack to a halt with her. She looked down, touching her chin with one index finger. Her brow furrowed and folded in consideration. "I could," she repeated, as if to herself, running the thought through her mind and finding it more and more wonderful. And think of what a help she'd be to the citizens of Halloween Town!
Sally's expression brightened and she looked back up at Jack, beaming. "And I could hire out my sewing, too!" Yet again, reality plucked a thread of her excitement. Sally pressed her lips together. "... how? My apartment barely fits my sewing table."
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 7, 2017 19:52:07 GMT -5
Jack was mostly making suggestions as they came to him, to see if any of them would interest Sally. She seemed enchanted by the idea of starting a garden. In fact, Jack was sure he recognized that spark in her eyes. And yet, still she hesitated. When she came to a stop, Jack paused beside her and quietly watched while she considered his proposal.
Sally suggested she combine the potion idea with also doing sewing jobs for people and Jack grinned widely. Of course! Why choose, when she could have both? He was about to announce that she was brilliant, but he saw her frown and his excitement wavered inside him.
Sally pointed out the obvious problem and Jack’s skeleton grin shrank down into a little thoughtful frown. Of course she was right. It would be very difficult to manage all those tasks in her small room, let alone see clients and customers.
“No… that won’t do at all. You need a house.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he realized that he had not done enough for Sally. Dr. Finklestein had literally made a replacement for Sally and since then she had been on her own. Jack was the Pumpkin King, and as such it was his responsibility to care for all his people. Sally, however, was particularly special to him. He should have done more to make sure all her needs were met. He should have thought about finding her a better place long before now. Determined to set this right, Jack looked into Sally’s eyes, deeply serious now.
“Sally, If you would like a house of your own, I will arrange for it. A little house with room enough to spare.” He was ready to seize upon this new project with both hands, but first he wanted to make sure it was what his love truly wanted.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 8, 2017 7:49:00 GMT -5
Jack voiced the realization that Sally had made internally: if she wanted to hire out her potion-crafting, ingredient-gathering and sewing talents she would need a larger venue. Not only that, but probably a proper house. She'd need her potioneering space and thread workshop separate, after all. The last thing Halloween Town needed was a plague of strangling yarn because she accidentally dropped a skein into some concoction or another.
Sally's mind went reeling. She thought of the various empty tenements within Halloween Town. Despite the citizenry's immortality, moves weren't entirely uncommon for whatever reason - a change of scenery, the need for more or less room for your coffin and so on. The haunted element of the town's holiday meant, too, that usually a fair deal of structures were abandoned purposefully. "But where...?" she was musing to herself, distracted and looking into a nearby shop window.
Her eyes drifted to the windows on the second story, above the shop, where she watched an elf replacing a bulb in a string of Christmas lights. Well, that was a charming idea. To live above the place she worked. Sally's mind zeroed in further, cross-referencing available spaces in Halloween Town to meet her preferences and requirements.
Jack was focusing on her, then. Sally peered up at him, mouth ever so slightly agape in interest. He looked extremely serious, and that drove momentarily all other thoughts from the ragdoll's mind. His earnest offer drifted in the air between them for several heartbeats, then Sally smiled, tenderly and adoringly. "That's so sweet, Jack," she said, her heart nearly breaking that she could see how much he cared for her.
"Thank you for offering. You can... help me. Find a place, that is. After that, I really feel like this is something that I need to do for myself." Sally frowned, judging that thought from all angles. She'd done very little for herself in the grand scheme of decisions that shaped her life. Since fleeing Finkelstein, Sally had reveled in the agency she now had, and though Jack's offer would hardly rob her of that, and was lovely and wonderful besides, Sally wanted to prove to herself she could manage it. Manage it with Jack's support, of course, but even so.
"Oh," she fretted, turning apologetically to Jack, "I hope that you understand." Sally would need him in many ways throughout the endeavor, of course. She just didn't want him funding it. Even temporarily. Even if she would pay him back.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 10, 2017 21:54:25 GMT -5
That’s so sweet, Jack.
The skeleton broke into a wide grin. “Excellent! Then I will—“
However, before Jack could get carried away, Sally continued to speak. Jack closed his mouth with a dull click of his teeth and watched her while she spoke. When he had been organizing Christmas, Sally had tried to warn him many times and he had never really heard what she had to say. He had learned from this, and now made an effort to stop himself before he spoke over her. She had a soft voice and was at times shy and tentative, but Jack knew if she was speaking it was in his best interest to pay attention.
… I hope that you understand.
Jack was quiet for a moment as he considered his reply. “… I think I do.” Sally wanted something to be proud of— something she built with her own hands, something completely her own. Jack was the Pumpkin King and would have eagerly given her anything she asked for… but maybe he couldn’t give her what she was really looking for.
Jack cleared his threat and placed his hand over his ribs where his heart. “I promise to... help in any way you may need and... follow your lead." Jack felt this needed to be said mostly for his own benefit, seeing as he tended to take over and try to control everything. His grin shifted, becoming somewhat mischievous. “I am yours to command!”
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 11, 2017 8:00:59 GMT -5
The seconds after she spoke were tense for Sally. In her heart she knew that Jack would understand - or try very hard to understand - where she was coming from. Knowing something in your heart very rarely did anything to tamp down anxiousness, though. Sally watched his skull very carefully, searching it to make sure she didn't miss any subtlety. He opened his mouth and spoke, slowly at first. Sally judged that he was speaking truly, too.
She sighed through her nose, softly, and there was relief in it, but mostly gratitude. Gratitude at Jack being so empathizing and not becoming offended that she was curbing his help. Jack cleared his throat, adopted a pose of oath-taking and then swore to follow her lead in this venture. She regarded his last statement dryly, then her expression softened and rather than phrase her feelings she gathered them together and pressed them in a kiss against Jack's bony mouth.
Returning to his side, her arm wound in his, the two set off on their second stroll through Christmas Town and Sally felt more content than she had ever thought possible.
- - - - -
"I still worry I'm overreaching," Sally said with a sigh. She stood in front of a very narrow building squeezed between two much broader ones on the fringe of Halloween Town Square. The structure was two stories, with a stoop and precarious stone stairs leading up to a front door, and boasting a charming front window for displays. The second floor showed two front windows, and on its rear had a fire escape that descended into a very small, but doable back garden.
Altogether Sally couldn't believe her luck. An apartment on the top floor, space for a shop on the ground floor, that small, fenced-in back area to start tentatively trying to grow some specimens and even a subbasement cellar to store ingredients and brew potions. Sally had arranged a very generous deal with the owner. She had been a generally foul-tempered old crone with a penchant for making poisons, specifically apples. Sally had earned a soft spot in the crone's heart because she often patched her cloaks for her when she was still with Doctor Finkelstein (the crone being an acquaintance of the mad scientist).
Cross with "suburban life," the crone was moving to a small cottage in a grove just outside of town for some peace and quiet and was happy to help Sally get on her feet with her new business. Sally, meanwhile, was tentative and wondered if she'd be able to make the monthly rent payments. The shop would have to do very well to earn enough to cover them, and she was still waiting for everything to fall apart.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 11, 2017 20:30:03 GMT -5
It took a considerable amount of self control for Jack to leave everything to Sally. He wanted everything to be perfect and had Sally not otherwise asked him to let her take charge he would have likely done it all for her in a few sleepless nights, perhaps without any input from her at all by the time he was though. That was how he had worked for as long as he could remember. That was how he operated. Everything within him wanted to make charts and drawings and research and make maps and catalogue plants and paint signs and plan an opening party… but all of that had to be wrestled with and kept firmly in the back of his mind.
Because he loved Sally, Jack fought with his very nature. He accompanied her on visits, he gave his opinion when she asked and he encouraged her when she seemed to doubt herself. Now the two of them stood before this narrow house that she had chosen and acquired all on her own.
Jack put his hands on his hips, surveying the property with a contented little grin on his face. “Its perfect. And I have it on very good authority that there have already been many inquiries into your opening date.” That authority of course being the mayor, who had shouted to everyone a few days ago in his bullhorn that Sally was moving and opening a shop. “On an unrelated note, the Mayor would like to schedule a time to speak to you about a new suit.” Jack’s smile widened into a grin. Sally may have her doubts, but Jack believed in her whole heartedly.
Jack crossed his arms and rubbed at his jaw absently. “Besides, if you ever needed to, I’m sure there are a few ghosts or monsters that would rent out your spare bedroom. The closet is ideal for a poltergeist.”
Zero floated out of the house through the closed front door and looked at Jack and Sally with a tilt of his head as if wondering why they were still standing outside.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 13, 2017 8:23:24 GMT -5
Jack calling it "perfect" did wonders to smooth the troubled creases from Sally's expression. She looked sideways at him appreciatively. He mentioned that many people were inquiring about her opening date, which made Sally both excited and nervous. Of course any wonder on how news of her plans was so far-flung was nonexistent. Word traveled remarkably fast in Halloween Town. That's what happened when the biggest local gossip also happened to own a bullhorn and the authority to use it.
"Of course," she said reflexively when Jack said the Mayor wanted to schedule time to speak about tailoring a new suit. But her voice wasn't as casual as it should have been, made more quiet and careful by the butterflies fluttering in her stomach still at mention of her store opening. She was excited by everything that was happening, really. Sally was very aware, though, of the risks - financial and otherwise - she was taking.
She didn't know what she'd do if things went awry. The whole unknown element was one that Sally didn't care for. This entire endeavor was both exhilarating and exhausting.
Jack continued smoothly with his council. Sally tilted her head and slipped her hand in his. When he turned to regard her, she peered up at him fondly. "Thank you, Jack. For all of your advice and support... and restraint." The last word was paired with a teasing grin. "It means the underworld to me."
Zero's manifestation made the next step perfectly clear. "Right," Sally said, clearing her throat. "I guess we should go inside..." She uncertainly mounted the stairs and came to a stop at the front door. She'd met with the crone earlier that day to exchange final details. The building was technically hers to use now. Sally reached slowly into the pocket of her skirt, past the spindle of thread there, and pulled out an ornate key shaped like a spider. Fitting it into the lock, she turned it and opened the door.
Sally inhaled deeply one last time and stepped inside. She crept slowly through the room, and although she'd seen it before, it looked very different. More spacious, especially empty. Sally wondered if she'd be able to find enough things to fill it with. Speaking of, Sally looked down at a collection of boxes, crates and bags gathering dust in the middle of the floor.
"Mr Behemoth volunteered to bring my things over from the apartment as a thank you for helping fix his overalls," she explained to Jack.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 13, 2017 16:12:26 GMT -5
Sally took his hand and Jack again felt that soft warm glow within his chest. She thanked him, even teased him a little, and Jack couldn’t help but chuckle. “My pleasure, Sally.” He might have said more, or even stolen a kiss, but Zero interrupted them and now both he and Sally were focused back on the house.
Sally made her way up the steps and unlocked the door. It was a momentous occasion! Jack’s beaming smile shrank down into a doubtful frown. Perhaps he should have arranged for a band. And streamers. And perhaps a large satin ribbon and an obscenely oversized pair of shears.
Jack reined himself in and took a deep breath to focus. No, that was not something Sally would have wanted. Not until everything was ready… and perhaps not even then. While Jack thrived on theatrics, Sally was more content to take the quite subtle route.
The Pumpkin King followed the rag doll up the stairs and into the house. He had been here before, of course, but it was different now because it was hers. He was still very pleased to see that the ceiling was high enough for him to stand comfortably. He peered around the empty room, noting that the old crone had left behind quite a few cobwebs for Sally to get her started.
Sally drew his attention to the stack of boxes. “That was very kind of him.” Jack took a step toward them but remembered himself and turned back to her before touching them. “Do you need help with unpacking?”
If she wanted to do it herself he would make himself busy elsewhere. There was always something to do. He just… very much enjoyed her company and wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 14, 2017 9:31:53 GMT -5
Jack strode toward the pile of Sally's admittedly smallish belongings, but came up short and asked if she wanted help unpacking. The ragdoll looked pained for a second, but it wasn't anything to do with Jack. He'd been wonderful, wrangling his enthusiasm in all of this and letting Sally take initiative. That question, though, made Sally feel a spike of guilt and fear that he was checking himself too much on her account.
"Please," she chose to say with a careful nod. "I'd say we could take the ones marked 'apartment' upstairs for a start." Sally approached the pile along with Jack and selected a smallish box to put in the crook of one arm along with a large patchwork suitcase to carry with her spare hand. She lead the way to the back of the shop where, feeding into the back room that she planned on making her sewing workshop, a precarious staircase rose steeply into the second story.
While Sally crept up the stairs, enjoying how much they creaked and smacked, she gnawed on her bottom lip. "You don't have to be quite so careful about getting my permission on things, by the way." She chanced an anxious glance under one arm to Jack, behind her. "I never wanted you to have to walk on eggshells when I said I needed do this for myself."
Trying to watch his skull as she was, Sally's foot hooked the top stair's ledge instead of lighting on it. She stumbled forward, box and bag flying from her arms. When she recovered, Sally looked exasperated at Jack. "How about we agree: you'll not worry about over-helping, and I'll not stop myself from mentioning if you're getting carried away?"
(OOC: Sally can either splay on the floor and tell him the last thing from there, or Jack can catch her or... something lol I left it ambiguous and you're free to decide! P.S. I figured after this Sally can suggest breaking in her new, teeny kitchen by trying out the gingerbread man recipe? Or you can have Jack suggest that!)
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 14, 2017 19:26:15 GMT -5
Sally suggested they start with the more personal belongings that went upstairs. Jack beamed, happy that he could help, and bent to pick up the largest box. He followed her to the narrow staircase and began to follow her up.
She spoke and Jack tilted his head, noting the anxious tone of her voice. Jack gave a thoughtful little frown, considering her words, but before he could reply Sally stumbled at the top step and fell.
“Sally!” Jack would have tried to catch her, but as it was he was behind her on the stairs with a rather large box. He could only look on in dismay. He swiftly and gracefully stepped up the remaining stairs and sat his box aside. He knelt beside her, carefully noting all the areas most prone to having stitches snap.
Sally looked up at him and struck a bargain. Jack gave a great sigh much like the one Sally had just heaved and moved to sit at her side. Then, he lay down next to her.
He lay on his back with his arms crossed over his chest like a corpse in a coffin, most of his long legs still trailing down the steps. He studied the water stains on the ceiling for a moment, his brow furrowed with thought.
“… I got carried away in NOT getting carried away.” He said this somewhat listlessly. He turned his head to look at Sally, his empty eye sockets full of regret. “I have been thinking about last Christmas. You tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. What if I don’t listen to you again? What if you…”
Jack trailed off, his worries and doubts heavy on his mind. Jack was working very hard to be… well, whatever she needed him to be. What would happen if he failed?
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 15, 2017 8:53:23 GMT -5
By the time Jack had made it to the top of the stairs and set aside his box to check on her, Sally had rolled onto her back and was propped up on her elbows to look up at him while she spoke. Her proposition was countered with a sigh, and something in that sight Sally did not like. It made her feel at once more guilty as well as concerned for Jack's mood and feelings just then.
Puzzled and earnest Sally watched Jack lay down beside her and cross his arms over his chest. She watched him closely, still supported on her elbows while his porcelain skull was weighted down by whatever thoughts brooded behind his empty eye sockets. He spoke next and turned his chin to look at Sally. She gave him a compassionate, soothing smile, then settled back on the floorboards to lay beside him.
Jack brought up the Christmas now a few months past and his living anxieties lingering from them. Sally scrutinized the distant ceiling, clasping her hands over somewhere near her navel. Jack's confiding tapered off, fading into unsaid words and Sally tapped the fingers of one hand on the back of the other. "You were excited, Jack. I admire that about you. Your enthusiasm. It's part of you," Sally took her turn to face him where they lay together, "and I love it."
Sally rolled onto her side and shimmied closer, working her way against Jack's chest and hugging his rib cage. Her cheek rested on his breast above where a heart would be. "What you're worried about won't happen," she said simply, speaking of his spoken troubles as well as all of the mute ones that she was faintly picking up on. "Because we have each other now. We're different people together. Better. Whole." Sally shrugged her outward shoulder.
"You can trust that I won't keep my opinions to myself, and I can trust you won't ignore them. Though, you might wish you could by the end of it," she added teasingly. Sally pushed up so she was halfway to a seated position and looked down at Jack, her crimson hair spilling over one shoulder. "Now. Enough moping. I have a surprise for you." Sally rose to her feet and helped Jack stand, likewise.
"Remember that recipe you got from the bakers in Christmas Town? Well, what better way to break in my new kitchen than to try it out? I bought all of the ingredients this morning." Or... Halloween Town's versions of the ingredients, as far as Sally could work out. The whole thing could end in disaster, but that sounded almost as fun to her, so long as Jack was part of it.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 17, 2017 20:59:08 GMT -5
While Jack was very prone to over-doing things, he was also just as susceptible to bouts of melancholy. The very worst had been leading up to last year’s Halloween. It had been some time since he’d began to feel that way, but here, laying on the floor in Sally’s new house, he felt that weight start to press him down again.
Sally turned toward him but Jack kept his eyes on the ceiling, his brows lifted in a sad little frown. He only really reacted when she moved closer and rested her head on his chest. Jack blinked, his brows raising higher in mild surprise. He turned his head to look down at the top of her head and listened carefully to what she said. After a moment she lifted her head to look down at him. Jack felt a brief flare of disappointment at that and realized he would have been happy to lay on the landing with her like that for hours.
He responded to her teasing with a small, genuine smile and a nod. “I won’t ignore them. … but if I don’t listen right away… I trust you will get my attention.” Sally had gotten quite good at that, after all.
She stood and Jack accepted her hand up. He felt a little foolish, but he also felt lighter. He was glad he’d told Sally what he’d been so worried about. “Now. enough Moping. I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” He looked down at her, his curiosity plain on his skull. As she explained, his smile grew until it reached his eye sockets. “We’re going to make Christm— I mean, Halloween Cookies?”
Jack reached for her with one hand and gently drew her closer, pressing an easy kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you, Sally.” He hoped she knew how much he meant it… and for so much more than cookies.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
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Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5