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Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 13, 2017 20:42:17 GMT -5
Participating Characters:Sally , Jack Skellington Forum Location: Halloween Town Time of Day: Late at night Weather: chilly Thread Location: Town Hall Premise: Jack finishes work for the day and Sally comes to visit
Halloween was exactly 18 days away. In the weeks since his and Sally’s trip around Rohandor, Jack had been working almost non-stop with the other residents of Halloween Town to prepare for the Holiday. Jack thrived on this. He lived for it. Every day there were new ideas and projects to be completed. There was an energy around the town that seemed to hum.
Of course the downside of this was he had very little time with Sally. He’d grown accustomed to having her by his side while they traveled and now that they had returned he missed that more than he could say. Often he would feel himself begin to turn to her, to ask her opinion or propose a new idea, only to remember that she was off tending her own business. Of course Jack knew he could not be with Sally all the time but… some days passed where he didn’t see her at all and on those days Jack was usually in an unnaturally irritable mood. There had to be a solution, but he was too caught up in Halloween planning to think of anything brilliant.
The final meeting of the night had come to an end. The door at the end of the meeting hall banged closed but Jack remained seated on the stage, his elbows bent and resting on the desk before him. He stared unseeing at the spread of papers, allowing himself the deep sigh that had been building within him all evening. He moved one of the papers aside, revealing a rough sketch of a lovely face with large eyes framed by long hair. He’d doodled it while the Mayor had been talking about clowns and the human’s strange fear of them.
He didn’t understand what was wrong with him. Why was he still not content? Did he not have everything he wanted and more? Jack leaned back in his chair and stretched out his long legs, his long arms hanging limply over the sides of the arm rests. He was the king, and thus he could not bring his troubles to any of his subjects. He was above troubles. He was the Pumpkin King. He knew if he told Sally she would listen, but he feared she would misunderstand. She was not the problem, of this Jack was certain. There was something missing, something crucial, and he couldn't put boney finger on it.
Looking up at the stage lights, Jack made up his mind to ask Sandy Claws. Surely he would be able to give Jack some advice on the matter.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 14, 2017 9:59:21 GMT -5
With the days burning away faster than seemed possible in their steep slide toward Halloween, Sally was left to wonder how the town had managed before her boutique was in business. This had always been the case, ever since she'd set up shop shortly after Halloween Town's transition into the realm of Rohandor. Orders for potions or darning came in more quickly than Sally thought she ever had a prayer of keeping up with.
If she wasn't bent over her needlework or sewing machine, she was huddled over the cauldron. Sure, there were others capable and talented in the art of brewing potions - the witches, for one, and the hag with the apple, who was Sally's landowner for another. None of them wanted to make a profession of their craft, though. Some even came to Sally for collaborations or opinions on new formula.
Sally's kind heart was unfortunate in the days before Halloween, because she couldn't find it in herself to turn away a single request. So, she'd end up working into the long hours of the night, getting little sleep and finding hardly any room for anything else during her time awake save work. Throughout it all, Sally was aware of a dull ache, like and yet unlike hunger pangs, that grew and grew and grew.
The ragdoll was a very discerning monster, though, and this trait worked just as well when she, herself, was the subject. Sally missed Jack. They were both so pressed - Jack triply so as the Pumpkin King - that sometimes a day would go by where they wouldn't see one another at all. These were when the ache was the strongest.
That very night proved to be one of them. When Sally, halfway through fixing one of the vampire's capes, realized this, there was a kind of desperation and terror that settled in. She had to see Jack, she decided. All of her mountains of work to the contrary, if she didn't see him something terrible would certainly happen. She wouldn't be able to function.
To that end she set aside her current project, filled a basket with elements for a dinner for two, and headed to Town Hall. When she approached the double doors to it, they were thrown open as the monsters who were there for the final meeting of the night took their leave. Sally smiled and greeted them in passing, then slipped inside. Jack was sitting at a desk on the stage of the hall. For a moment, Sally hovered on the edges, in the shadows, peering around a supporting beam at him while her heart broke.
She could tell something was troubling him. Something beyond the normal trappings and quarrels of Halloween. Still, just seeing him made her own troubles fade away. Finally, she stepped into the lights of the spacious room. "Is there room for two on that lonely stage?" she asked teasingly. When Jack looked down to her, she held up the basket hanging from one arm. "I thought you might be hungry."
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 14, 2017 18:26:31 GMT -5
Jack was resting limply in the chair, his round skull tilted back, brow furrowed as his mind worked behind his empty eye sockets. He had not noticed Sally enter the Town Hall, and so when she spoke Jack lifted his head and squinted into the auditorium, his eye sockets still dazzled from looking into the stage lights. “Sally?” Of course he recognized her voice. He couldn’t help but smile.
His vision cleared and he focused on her just in time to see her lift the little basket and explain why she came. Jack quickly and gracefully got to his feet and crossed the stage toward her. He stepped down the short staircase until he was before her still smiling happily. “I was just thinking about you.” Jack took the basket from her, meaning to carry it for her, of course, and peeked inside to see if she’d packed enough for two. Seeing that she had, Jack’s empty eye sockets seemed to light up. That meant she was staying, even if for just a short time.
Jack turned back to her. “I’m so happy you came. If not I probably would have stopped in on my way home…” Jack knew how busy Sally was and therefore knew that no matter how late he left the Town Hall she would probably be awake.
Jack hesitated, wondering how much to say and how to say it. Instead, he gestured to the table on the stage. “Please, take my chair. I’ll pull up another.”
Jack waited for her to proceed him before following her up to the stage and over to the table that acted as his desk. He put the basket down and picked up one that sat off nearby— in fact the very one the Mayor had previously been sitting in. He put this one at the table so they could sit together.
“How are your orders coming along?” He knew she had some anxiety over them, but Jack spoke with a hopeful note in his voice. He had absolute faith in her abilities.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 18, 2017 8:36:21 GMT -5
The way that he said her name - like it was too good to be true - made Sally's stuffing warm and light. If that alone wasn't enough to bring a soft smile to her face, when Jack glided down from the stage and said that he'd been thinking of her was. "Oh?" she asked, a touch timidly, in answer while Jack took the basket that she was carrying and peeked inside. She tilted her head and saw his face light up at what he found.
Altogether, Sally was wondering why she hadn't had this idea hours ago. Why she didn't spend all day with Jack, in fact. Just then, standing with him, any other course seemed preposterous and absurd in comparison. Sally's eyes took their turn to light up when Jack said he was happy she'd come. "I realized we haven't seen each other today. I couldn't let that happen," she shrugged and smirked kindly.
Jack gestured to the makeshift desk and waiting chair onstage. Sally nodded her head in thanks and mounted the stairs in her stilted, precarious walk. When she made it to the table and Jack placed the basket on it to go fetch another seat, Sally busied herself pulling off the cloth that covered the contents. Setting out plates, utensils and chalices, Sally handed Jack (by then back with his own chair) a corked bottle to fill the latter with.
Sally looked up from divvying stale bread, sauteed weltwart mushrooms and spoiled fish at Jack's question. Her bottom lip puckered in a considering frown. "They're... coming," she said lamely. Shaking her head, Sally tipped more weltwart onto Jack's plate. He had to be starving, with all his work. "I never imagined my little shop would get so much business."
With the meal set, Sally moved the basket onto the floor beside her chair and sat down, finally. "How're Halloween preparations coming along?" In her mind, Sally was sewing cloth and mixing ingredients. Toilsome work, true, but nothing compared to Jack's responsibilities. He had to pull off a whole holiday almost single-handed (contrary to what the Mayor tried to make people believe).
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 18, 2017 20:45:24 GMT -5
By the time Jack returned with the chair Sally had set out the meal she’d brought with her. Jack felt a momentary sting of dismay— how long had it taken her to prepare all this, when she had so much work to do? Jack made up his mind to make sure he took care of the food next time. He wasn’t exactly a cook, but he’d come up with something.
She passed him the bottle. “… only a day? It felt much longer.” Jack frowned, thinking of the long day of work he’d just concluded. He popped the cork out easily and poured out Sally’s drink before doing the same for himself.
At Jack’s question about her work load, Sally gave a somewhat hesitant answer. Jack watched her face closely, trying to understand what she was thinking and feeling. He had never been very good at that sort of thing, but with Sally he put a great deal of effort into trying. “You get more and more every year.” Jack smiled, feeling a swell of pride, despite himself. “Perhaps too many.” He knew she wanted to please everyone who came to her, but for her own sanity she had to think of herself too. A thought occurred to Jack then, and he turned to her curiously. “Do you ever turn anyone down?”
Sally sat and only then did Jack sit as well. She asked about the Holiday preparations, and Jack smiled somewhat wickedly. “We have a few new things I’m quite proud of. I think it will be the best Halloween yet.” Jack said this every Halloween, but it was still true.
Jack lifted his chalice to toast. “To you and this splendid meal. May I become the first round skeleton on many more like it.”
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 21, 2017 8:56:28 GMT -5
Somehow Jack's comment on them not having seen each other made Sally feel much better. There was a small part of her that worried if, perhaps, Jack didn't feel quite as much heartache as she did when they were apart. Silly for a number of reasons, she knew. Jack's words pointed to the contrary and made Sally warm inside again.
Sally could feel his eyes on her when she tried to lamely answer his question about her work without lying. It was a narrow line, to give enough of the truth to not feel guilty of withholding it, but then not enough that Jack would fret for her. He had more than his fair share of things to concern himself with in the preparation for Halloween. Sally didn't want her to be on the list.
She nodded, when he pointed out that she had more clients every year. Then, he prodded deeper. "Perhaps too many," he said. Sally looked up from her plate uncertainly. She knew where he was leading, and knew that he was only doing it out of empathy, but didn't know how she would answer. At Jack's next question, asked with all the innocence in the world, Sally grimaced guiltily.
"Well... no," she started. Then quickly went on, "I try, sometimes, but everyone seems to need their potions or sewing so much!" Sally heard the silliness in her own ears and deflated in her chair a little bit, scraping her fork against her plate ruefully. Taking a breath, Sally looked timidly at Jack and attempted a meek smile.
Jack answered his end of the questioning with a line that Sally had heard every year since she'd been stitched together. She was so glad that the Pumpkin King's enthusiasm for his holiday had been rekindled and was staying that way. Jack proposed a toast and Sally lifted her glass with him. "I hope you like it," she offered, then took a sip of her drink.
Sally sighed while Jack dug in, thinking of how alike they were in their workaholic tendencies. "Maybe we could both try harder to cut back on work?" she asked thoughtfully. "That way our extra time could be spent together?"
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 23, 2017 21:20:19 GMT -5
Sally seemed to try to sink into her chair at Jack’s questions. The skeleton watched her curiously, his round head tilted to the side. He could see her struggling with her words, but could not understand why. He drummed his boney fingertips on the tabletop thoughtfully, considering how best to proceed. He’d tried to stay out of Sally’s business because it belonged to her and she didn’t need him to interfere. That said, he knew Sally to have a very generous heart and suspected she risked overworking herself.
“… I’m sure everyone feels they do need their orders very much.” Jack took Sally’s hand in his own and turned it carefully over in his hand to observe her palm and fingertips. His brow furrowed as he studied the rough cloth that made up her skin, looking for wear and tear. “That being said, if you wear yourself out working so much you may not feel like joining us on Halloween.” Jack released her hand and looked at her again. “And I’m very much looking forward to scaring with you.” He said this with barely contained excitement, a wide grin stretching across his face.
The two of them began to eat. It was delicious, as always, and did much to improve Jack’s mood (though, really, that had vastly improved the moment Sally had made her presence known). After a while, Sally spoke, and suggested that maybe they both spent too much time working.
The Pumpkin King considered this and the first thought that rattled around in his brain was the idea of moving Sally’s sewing machine to the Town Hall, so she could work and still be present at the meetings. It was a bad idea, for a few different reasons, but like so many of Jack’s ideas it sparked another and another. How could they see one another more during the hectic weeks leading up to the Holiday?
How on earth did Sandy and Ms. Claws manage?
Jack’s hand froze with the goblet half-way to his mouth. He blinked and lowered it to the table, his mind grasping at something that was there, so close, so obvious, so simple.
Jack looked at Sally now more closely, his mind still working— reeling— with possibility and equal measures of elation and fear. He nearly blurted out his thoughts right then. In fact, his grip tightened on the chalice as if doing so would keep him from jumping up and sweeping her off her feet.
Jack stuffed his excitement back down within himself and drained the remaining contents of his goblet. He had a great deal of research to do. He’d warned Sally against overworking herself and yet Jack knew without a doubt that he himself would probably not sleep for days after this revelation.
Only a few seconds had passed since Sally spoke. Jack put his goblet down on the table and nodded. “I suppose I could try to delegate more…” Even as he said it he felt himself frowning. That was definitely easier said than done.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 25, 2017 9:07:56 GMT -5
Sally watched Jack's skull furrow and smooth with his expressions while he turned her hand over in his. He looked over each digit keenly. When Jack spoke, Sally sighed in resignation. The way he phrased and intoned his reply implied something very plainly. That implication was right, and she knew it was. Everyone in Halloween Town tended to have trouble acting maturely. That included the simple lesson of looking beyond oneself.
She knew that the desperation that every one of her clients had when they put in orders were a touch melodramatic. Theirs was a holiday of theatrics and extremes, after all. The people of the Town were bound to embody that in all things. Every time Sally started to decline a request she'd lose her nerve in the face of the needy client. The best she'd managed so far is to tell them that she had other jobs first, and it might take some time.
Rather than dwell on what he hinted at, Jack moved on, turning from considering to gleeful. Sally widened her eyes, at first, wondering where the pathways of his thinking had taken him. Then she smiled softly in answer. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she promised. And that was true, but Jack's excitement gave rise to dark thoughts and misgivings that always plagued Sally at this time of year.
Those thoughts continued to strangle her mind after her suggestion of trying to cut back on work. Sally was so tied up in them, in fact, that she didn't notice the series of expressions Jack's skull wore, each telling in their own right that his brain had caught on to something. Only when he'd collected himself and answered Sally's proposal did he speak again, drawing the ragdoll's gaze.
She tilted her head at him, sensing something unsaid in his distant expression and hazy words. Sally chose not to remark on it, though. "Jack..." she said uncertainly, seizing courage to speak her mind before it slipped through her fingers. Sally forced herself to look at him and her lips pouted without her choosing to. Her brow furrowed and she looked highly dismayed.
"Every year I hope I get better. Every year since I moved out of the lab. But with each Halloween, I just... I can't... I don't feel..." Sally took a deep breath to calm the tide of conflicting emotions and thoughts. Hanging her head in a look of forlorn remorse, she spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm no good at being scary."
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 25, 2017 21:02:58 GMT -5
While Jack’s mind had been busy spiraling closer to something important, he quite missed the change in Sally’s demeanor. Her anxiousness over her work load gave way to something deeper. And so, when she spoke his name, Jack was not expecting to see the deep look of sadness in her eyes. His brows rose sharply in surprise, only to pinch together with worry. He covered her hand with his own without a second thought.
Jack listened to Sally with his complete attention— even his newest revelation was pushed aside. She was his dearest friend, indeed the twin to his very soul, and he could see that she was working very heard to share this secret with him.
“… no good at being scary?” Jack echoed her worry. He had never even considered that she would feel this way. Being scary was an innate part of every citizen of Halloween Town. And yet… Sally was different from all the rest of them. Perhaps it wasn’t so strange. “Why Sally… how long have you been feeling this way?” His tone was in no way reproachful, but concerned. They had gone through many Halloweens since that fateful Christmas. Had she dreaded it every year?
Jack started to approach the problem rationally. “Most of Halloween Town has been scaring for hundreds of years. Myself possibly thousands.” He squinted, considering how long it had been exactly, but it wasn’t important. “You are still learning. In time, you will be a master scarer.” Jack smiled, an expression that was full of sincerity and love. “You’re not a poor scarer, at any rate. You just need a little more confidence.”
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 28, 2017 8:44:14 GMT -5
Sally was prepared for Jack to immediately disagree with her. To say that her feelings were valid, but baseless, and that she had nothing to worry about because they weren't true. Probably every other citizen of the town would have - if they'd managed something so thoughtful at all. Jack was different, though. He always had been, and that uniqueness only grew with the years since he learned his lesson when trying to borrow Christmas.
Rather than what Sally was waiting for, Jack was the picture of empathy. Her brows knit while he tenderly asked how long she'd been feeling this way. Sally blinked several times. He sounded genuinely concerned and that made her chest lighter. Given something concrete to focus on (her answer) made the emotions welling up in the ragdoll more tolerable, so she fixated on it.
"Oh, not very long," she said lamely. "The first few Halloweens I thought that maybe I just needed time to get the hang of things. But each time we go out on the thirty-first, I watch everyone else scare mortals so easily and I still feel like... well, a spectator." Sally shrugged. She'd expected for the feeling of being left out to abate once she escaped the lab, but here she was. And it was no one's fault - no mad scientist or locked door - but her own.
Jack began speaking, then. She could tell he was thinking over things scientifically and she smiled vaguely. He was determined to fix her problems, just as he was all the problems of Halloween Town. Sally felt a kernel of hopefulness take root in her stomach. Jack was the greatest scarer to ever exist. Surely, if anyone could help her refine her scariness, it would be him?
The points Jack made were ones Sally hadn't thought of before. They drew her features into a puzzled pucker, and her shame lessened somewhat at the logic behind them. Seizing on the idea that her line of thoughts were leading toward, Sally perked up. "Confidence!" she repeated. What better way to become more confident than repetition? That's how she'd become so skilled at needlework and potion crafting, after all.
"Jack! What if you helped me? There's no one more qualified or experienced. If anyone can help me with my scariness, it's you."
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 29, 2017 18:20:18 GMT -5
Once, Jack would doubtlessly have responded just as Sally had dreaded. Once, he would have brushed her worries aside without a thought, denied them, and considered the matter closed. Hadn’t he done that very thing with her worries about his Christmas flight? Jack had changed a great deal since then and much of that he had Sally to thank for.
Sally began to explain a bit more about how she felt and Jack nodded as he listened. Many citizens of Halloween Town brought their troubles to Jack, though he had to admit this was probably the first time this particular problem had come up. Still, he was determined to help in any way he could.
He was beginning to consider (and dread) visiting Finkelstein to inquire more into Sally’s creation when Sally perked up and struck upon a far better (and infinitely more simple) solution.
“Why, of course! I could give you scaring lessons!” Jack beamed across the table at her, instantly drawn to this idea. “There are still 18 days left until Halloween. Plenty of time to come up with something great!”
Jack looked Sally over critically now, trying to see her as a human might. “Hmm…” He briefly considered some ways Sally could be frightening and gestured to her with an open hand. “Why don’t you show me what you have done in the past. For a start.”
Jack had seen some of Sally’s scares for himself, of course, but he wanted to hear her tactics in her own words.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 30, 2017 10:08:23 GMT -5
The idea had only just entered her head, and then passed between her lips, but Sally was earnestly excited about the potential it had. For the moment her inhibitions, which grew with each day closer to Halloween, were quieted and she was optimistic about the holiday. Jack's scariness wasn't just impressive, it was legendary. Surely she would come out on the other side of this able to spook at least on par with the rest of the town.
Jack was delighted at her idea, too, which made Sally smile even wider. Sally clapped her hands happily when he agreed to the proposal. "Thank you, Jack! I feel better already!"
Then the Pumpkin King changed hats, then. From concerned beloved to scrutinizing teacher. Sally's smile drooped a little, turned into a puzzled look, only a bit uncomfortable. Idly she tugged at a lock of her red hair with one hand. He beckoned to her, and urged her to give a demonstration of her scare tactics.
Sally immediately started biting her bottom lip. Being put on the spot like this made all the sense in the underworld, but she felt her stomach spin with moths - which, though it may have happened to her quite literally once or twice in the past, was only a product of her nervousness.
"Oh. Yes, all right. That makes sense," she mumbled. Scooting her chair back, she stood and cleared her throat. In reality, Sally hadn't found a tried and true scaring method. She fell so flat, in her eyes, that she was constantly watching other townsfolk's approaches and trying them out experimentally. Sally decided to go with one that had shown her the most - though still underwhelming - results in the past; a trick she'd gleaned from observing the Harlequin Demon.
Backing up out of the stage lights, Sally crept along the fringes, sticking to the shadows. Coming up behind Jack's chair, she abruptly stuck her head into his view and cried, "BOO!" as loudly as she could, affecting a snarling expression that looked strange on her ordinarily pensive features.
Straightening up, Sally fidgeted, looking aside mournfully. "Oh, it's no use. See how awful I am?" She looked back to Jack and crossed her arms over her chest.
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 30, 2017 21:13:03 GMT -5
Jack could see that Sally was anxious, but he admired her for moving forward anyway. When she stood, Jack gave her an encouraging nod. Once she had stepped into the shadows, Jack turned his head forward again and waited, carefully focused on analyzing Sally’s technique. Moving into the darkness had been a good instinct, but he could hear her footsteps as she tried to sneak up on him from behind.
BOO!
Jack managed not to laugh, sensing that doing so would likely hurt Sally’s feelings. He would not have been laughing AT her, of course, but her scary face had been so adorably endearing it made it difficult to keep a serious expression. Seeing that she had not scared him in the least (though, really, it was unlikely something that anyone could do, no matter how skilled), Sally seemed to lose some of the hope she’d found a few moments before.
Jack tilted his head to the side and grinned up at her. “You were trying to scare like the Harlequin Demon…” Jack reached for her then, took her hand, and drew her down to sit on his lap. When they were face to face, he lifted a hand to her cheek, his boney thumb brushing over the stitches there. “… but you need to scare like a rag doll.”
Jack leaned back in the chair a little and dropped his hand to hers. “Everyone in Halloween Town has their own techniques that are uniquely suited to them. A witch would not be suited to hiding under the bed. The clown with the tear away face would be very bad at creeping up on someone in the night.” Jack grinned. “We just have to find your strengths and come up with something that uses them. For example, did you know that some humans have an irrational fear of dolls and mannequins? Its called Pediophobia.”
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 31, 2017 8:46:19 GMT -5
She hadn't, not for one moment, expected to actually inspire in Jack anything like fear. Sally didn't think the her Jack could experience the average brand of it, actually. She couldn't meet his eyes right away after her attempt, too caught up in how foolish and lackluster she felt, and worried what he might say. Then Jack spoke, and Sally's eyes widened fully.
"How did you-?" she began to ask, amazed that he so easily picked up on what tactic she'd been mimicking. The words ended halfway out of her mouth for two reasons. The first was that Sally was scorning herself: Jack was the Pumpkin King! Of course he'd know all the different kinds of methods to scare a person used throughout Halloween Town!
The second was that Jack had pulled her at that point onto his bony lap. Sally fell into it without a fight. Any trace of shame or grief she wore previously wasn't there now, however. Instead she looked quizzical - dawning comprehension falling on her stitched features. She was so busy experiencing the revelation that Jack's words gave to her she couldn't form an answer while he spoke.
Of course! Why hadn't she thought of that? If everyone's scaring tactics were tailored to their talents as monsters, then Sally trying to mimic them would never work! She had to find, as Jack was saying, her own way. He even went so far as to tell her about a specific kind of phobia that some humans had which she could play on.
"I didn't, actually," she said softly, eyes dazed but wide. They refocused on his empty sockets. "You're right, Jack. I can't scare like the Harlequin Demon. Or the Undersea Gal. Or the vampires or witches. I have to scare like me." Jack had mentioned finding her talents and using those in her technique. ""Find my strengths,"" she repeated softly. "What are my strengths?" She was asking Jack as much as herself.
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 31, 2017 20:10:21 GMT -5
Sally seemed to take his advice to heart. He could see that she was thinking about his words very carefully and how to apply them to her current problem concerning her own scariness. When she spoke, agreeing with him, Jack smiled widely. There was no one quite like Sally in Halloween Town. Whatever they came up with would be completely hers.
What are my strengths?
Jack tapped at his chin thoughtfully, again looking at her closely. Of course Sally had many qualities he admired, but right now they were looking for the ones that would help her the most on Halloween.
“… for starters, you have an ability that only a few in Halloween Town can claim. You can pull yourself apart.” This was something Jack could do too— both he and sally could probably be taken completely apart and put back together no worse for wear. It would likely be more boring for them than anything else. “Most humans find dismembered body parts very unsettling. Remember Wildwing’s reaction when I removed my head?” Jack grinned, thinking of their trip to Anaheim.
Jack focused on Sally again, a curious expression in his empty black eye sockets. “It’s more complicated to scare humans these days. They’re not as easy to shock. … but… I wonder, can you be absolutely still? Still enough to convince a human that you’re a harmless halloween decoration?”
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
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?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
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