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Post by Jack Skellington on Aug 25, 2017 17:42:38 GMT -5
Participating Characters:Sally , @wildwing , Jack Skellington Forum Location: Isle of the Pen Time of Day: 11 PM Weather: overcast Thread Location: The Pond Premise: Jack and Sally's tour of Rohandor bring them to Anaheim
It was very late in Anaheim when Jack stopped to hitch the phantom horse to a post outside the ice rink. Jack had no way of knowing this, but open hours for the rink had just ended and it was mostly deserted.
The only reason Jack had stopped here was because of the curious sign out in front of the huge building. On it was a curious logo that Jack believed to be a duck skull. The logo was repeated all around them on posters and signs. Jack crossed his arms, tapping at his chin absently as he studied one of the posters now.
“Mighty Ducks?” He read the sign before turning to look at Sally. “Perhaps this realm is inhabited by skeleton ducks!” That was something Jack would very much like to see. “We must invite them back to Halloween Town. Mighty undead fowl would be a sensation.”
Jack led Sally to the door and held it open for her like a gentleman. Once inside, Jack observed more signs which had crossing L-shaped sticks. “Curious! Perhaps the ducks strike their enemies with these staffs?”
It was somewhat ominous in the vast lobby, which was deserted and lit only by emergency lights. Jack, however, was quite used to spooky environments and felt very much at ease. He was also not particularly concerned about himself or Sally being attacked by these mysterious dead duck creatures. Jack was very confident that he could protect himself and Sally from whatever they found inside.
Signs with large arrows pointed toward more doors. Jack went to them and pulled them open, stepping through to see a very peculiar sight: a massive frozen pond surrounded by stadium seating. Jack’s skeletal brows rose in surprise as he tilted his head.
“Well what does ice have to do with zombie ducks?”
That would be the silent alarm, Wildwing thought as his eyes opened, bleary. He made his way to the main control room, flipping on the monitor that was connected to the Pond's security cameras. Flipping through them, he finally settled on.....ah, yep. Another local breach.
It wasn't uncommon for kids or teenagers to wander in during the night, usually as part of some stupid dare. They'd try to get on the ice and skate, or play even. Sometimes, they'd even try and steal stuff, though it was mostly merch or food rather than money (Phil was far too paranoid to keep most of it there). Usually all it would take was for somebody to go up and give them a stern warning, threaten to call the cops, or tell their parents. The last one was usually seen as more of a threat.
These two were in very elaborate costumes, impressive enough in their ingenuity, he supposed. One looked like a black-clad skeleton, while the other seemed to be some sort of stitched-together rag doll. What had the comic store guy called it? Cos-play? Either way, they were trespassing.
Wildwing looked around him; it seemed that the rest of his team was dead asleep and hadn't heard the alarm. A deep sigh. It would be up to him, then.
Putting on his armor and mask (it wouldn't be necessary to fight them, of course, but it usually helped with the intimidation factor), he headed up to the rink.
"Hey!" he called out to the pair. "I know you probably just wanna get on the ice, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call the cops or your folks if you don't scram."
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Aug 25, 2017 22:34:12 GMT -5
Once Jack had helped her down from the driver's bench of the hearse, Sally stretched laboriously. He strode up to more closely inspect the sign that had inspired him to stop there in the first place... and Sally heard a stitch in her upper arm snap at the angle that she was bending it. The ragdoll winced at the unfortunate sound, then rolled her eyes with a gentle sigh at her luck.
Jack read the sign aloud while Sally pulled her sewing needle from behind her ear. He turned toward her and Sally spared a moment to tilt her head and study the sign for herself while he proposed what he thought these Mighty Ducks might be. "Maybe," Sally chose to say, slowly. She personally thought that a land of skeleton ducks was unlikely, but Jack was obviously enthused by the possibility and she didn't want to ruin that.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Sally said when Jack suggested inviting the skeletal ducks back to Halloween Town. He lead the way toward the doors of the strange, giant building and while Sally followed she tested the stitches halfway along her upper arm. With another snap it came undone and the limb came off in her other hand.
Sally made a noise of exasperation, but her patience was shored up when Jack opened the door dutifully for her. "I'll just fix it inside," she said with a shrug and entered into the odd building - possibly home to skeletal ducks. Sally liked the decorative choices in the entry hall, though she didn't know that the gloom and emptiness weren't intentional.
The ragdoll trailed alongside Jack, frowning contemplatively at his additional theory regarding L-shaped sticks. Eventually they moved into a vast, cavernous chamber with benches surrounding a pool of frozen water. Sally grimaced when Jack's now many-layered case was threatening to unravel. She cast around wildly for some way to preserve it. "Well, ducks like ponds. And undead ones may not float..?"
When a voice shouted out Sally instinctively moved nearer to Jack. She looked out along the large room and saw the last thing she expected... "Jack, you were right!" she whispered urgently. "An undead duck!" Without her meaning to, the detached arm that Sally held in one hand, still in need of fixing, lifted up by itself and waved awkwardly.
Post by Jack Skellington on Aug 26, 2017 19:38:21 GMT -5
Jack was frowning at the ice and the chairs and the barrier between the two. “Perhaps it is an arena where the ducks do battle for spectators?” Jack turned to his companion, his empty eyes narrowing as he surveyed her detached arm. “Would you like my help with that, my dear?” Usually Sally was quite capable of putting herself back together, but Jack was always willing to help if it would make the job easier for her.
Jack was just about to suggest they move on when he heard a voice call to them. Jack lifted his head, brow raising in surprise, and broke into a wide grin when he spotted Wildwing. “I knew it!” Sally waved at the stranger with her dismembered arm and Jack raised his hand too. “Hello there!” Jack called to the duck. To Sally, he whispered, “An undead duck with a human’s body, it seems!” Jack said this eagerly, an unmistakable note of excitement in his voice. Had someone sewn a duck's head to a cadaver and reanimated it?
The Pumpkin King cleared his throat and stepped toward Wildwing, though he did maintain a respectable distance. If this was some sort of warrior race of duck men, Jack didn’t want to offend him. “Greetings! My name is Jack Skellington.” Jack gestured to himself grandly, his skeletal hand resting against his chest. Then he motioned with a flourish to Sally. “And this is my companion, Sally. We’re on a diplomatic tour of Rohandor and thought that we…”
Jack hesitated, noticing something odd about the duck’s skull. He tilted his head curiously. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude, but is your skull made of gold?” Perhaps these creatures were like Sally and someone had created them? Or, given the armor the duck was wearing, perhaps it was a robot. There were more questions than answers and Jack didn’t know where to start.
Wildwing raised an eyebrow behind the mask as the woman's arm....seemingly detached and waved at him.
If this was cos-play, it was indeed elaborate, but he was beginning to rethink that.
The man cheerfully introduced himself as one Jack Skellington, his companion as Sally, and, even better, they were tourists rather than thieves. No doubt they'd wandered in simply out of curiosity.
He relaxed as he came over to them. "Sorry about that. We have to chase off dumb kids every couple of weeks. Makes me a little testy." A pause. "Are those....costumes?"
Remembering his manners, he extended a hand to shake: "Name's Wildwing. I'm the captain of the Mighty Ducks; we're kind of the local hockey team, if, ah, you know what hockey is." He gestured at the stadium. "This is our rink."
He examined them again, fully ditching his costume idea. These were living, breathing people, they were just unlike anything he'd ever seen before. "Where'd you say you were from again?"
Another eyebrow raise at Jack's question. "Uh....no. It's a mask." To demonstrate, he deactivated it, gold hue returning to its usual white, and removed it to reveal a young, open face. "Helps me see through things when we're off the clock. My friends and I moonlight as crime fighters."
Indeed, this had been a rare night off that he'd insisted upon. There was no sense in running themselves ragged.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Aug 28, 2017 9:27:45 GMT -5
Jack was having a near-eureka moment at having his theory proved correct, and Sally was very glad for it. Even if her wonder and curiosity weren't circumvented by that gladness. Out of the corner of his skull, Jack muttered about how the undead duck had, apparently a human body. "Ohhhhh," Sally whispered in appreciative awe. At once, her mind went to the same place that Jack's eventually did. Was this duck monster the product of some mad scientists' whims, as Sally was?
When Jack moved a little closer to the duck, Sally was distracted by movement in her periphery that drew her sight to the arm still held in her hand. The fingers twiddled up at her cheekily and Sally pursed her lips. She didn't think it was very polite or seemly to have herself in pieces in front of a stranger. To try to correct the breach in etiquette Sally quickly snatched her needle and thread and began working to reattach the arm while she stood partially behind Jack.
Fortunately as Jack went about introductions, it seemed that the rest of the encounter would end up being cordial. After the misunderstanding that Sally and Jack had had in the Central Park of New York Town, she was a little over-anxious or paranoid that their appearances would attract more hostility. Sally supposed that, being a kind of monster himself, this undead duck-man was less likely to overreact to the way someone looked.
Sally paused in her deft sewing to peer more openly around Jack when he introduced her. "We're sorry if we caused any sort of intrusion," she said. Then she craned her neck down, took a bit of thread between her teeth and pulled it, yanking her missing arm into place against the rest of her. Sally took a moment to test it, bending her elbow and flexing her fingers, then moved into her proper place beside Jack as the duck man drew level with them.
She smiled kindly at him questioning if Sally and Jack were wearing costumes. "No," she said, then tilted her head and looked at his strange outfit. "Is that?" She may not have been as verbose and extroverted as Jack, but Sally was a naturally inquisitive sort in her way and was interested to learn. Sally shook the stranger's hand after Jack, when he named himself. Wildwing explained that he was the captain of something called "the Mighty Ducks" and they were the local hockey team.
Sally frowned at this new word and when Wildwing gestured to the pool of ice she followed it with her gaze. "Hockey?" she questioned. She let Jack answer the question regarding where they were from - it seemed more his job, since he was the Pumpking King. Next, Wildwing revealed his face was not made of gold, and that the gold portion was merely a mask. To prove his point, the golden sheen faded, revealing a face underneath.
The ragdoll's eyes widened to their fullest. "Is that magic or mad science?" She didn't know if even Finklestein would be able to do something similar with his gears and wires. The witches, meanwhile, could probably curse a mask in a like manner.
Post by Jack Skellington on Aug 28, 2017 20:41:57 GMT -5
The stranger asked if they were wearing costumes and Jack understood the question perfectly. Many people wore costumes on Halloween. Sally answered the question in a matter of fact way and Jack nodded in agreement. “We are just as you see us.” Jack removed his own head with a hallow popping sound to demonstrate.
“A pleasure to meet you, Wildwing!” Jack shook hands with Wildwing while still holding his head in his other hand. Afterwards he returned his head to its proper place and listened with great interest as the duck explained that he was a captain of Hockey that also fought crime. Jack felt this was infinitely more interesting than his own theories had been. What luck! He was very glad they had decided to stop for a closer look.
“We are from Halloween Town. Our people bring scares and surprises to all the world every October 31st.” Jack said this with pride, his grin wide across his skull. “I’ve been working on a map during our travels through Rohandor. Its out in the hearse, but I will try to give you a rough idea where we are. And gifts!” They had carefully chosen gifts to give to those they met along the way, but Jack would probably ask Sally to choose what to bestow upon Wildwing. She was a much better judge at that sort of thing. “But first, what is Hockey? Is that what the L-shaped sticks are called?”
Jack’s brow rose in amazement as the ‘skull’ moved to reveal a very living face. “Amazing!” Sally asked if it was magic or science and Jack barely restrained himself from asking to inspect the device personally. He didn’t want to be rude, after all. So, the skull was a mask— but that was still very interesting to the Pumpkin King, who considered himself a mask expert, given how crucial they were to Halloween.
Wildwing shook his head at Sally's apology. "It's fine, miss," he said, noting how she was seemingly sewing her arm back on. He was perhaps being a little incautious, but these two seemed genuinely friendly enough that he didn't need to worry.
She asked if his armor was a costume as well. "Oh, this?" He tapped his chest and the powered armor disappeared, revealing a team jersey that he'd been given as well as a pair of jeans that he'd purchased. "Guess you could say that. I think the mask is science. Couldn't say for sure, though."
Indeed, Drake DuCaine's mask was just as much a mystery as anything else that had happened recently.
He jumped back slightly with a "Gah!" as Jack removed his head to accompany his greeting, but it slowed enough that he shook the bony hand with only a little awkwardness. "My pleasure too, Jack, Sally," he said, a genuine smile growing on his face. "Halloween Town? That's that holiday with pumpkins Earthlings celebrate, right?"
The smile split into a full-grown grin as they asked him about hockey. "It's better if I show you, really." He got a pair of skates out of a nearby rack, tying them to his feet, then got a stick and puck.
He glided onto the ice, feeling, as he always did, utterly free and without any worries. "So you've got this stick and this puck," Wildwing said, moving it forward as he faced the net. "You've got two teams, and the goal is to get as many of these as you can into that."
He slammed the puck hard into the net with a flourish, raising his arms in triumph. "And the crowd goes wild!"
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Aug 30, 2017 9:32:37 GMT -5
Sally was only more impressed when Wildwing prodded his strange attire and it, like the mask before it, faded from sight to reveal a different outfit beneath. Jack emphasized the point of the two not being in any kind of costume by smoothly removing his head. Sally was ordinarily very impressed when Jack separated his head from his body - it was a highly sought after talent in Halloween Town that only a few could boast to have - but she knew that in present company it could be a little alarming.
The ragdoll watched Wildwing closely. He jumped at Jack's decapitation but recovered more quickly than Sally had expected. Good. If he hadn't run away screaming at that, then it would be very difficult to have any sort of misunderstanding with Wildwing that ended up with him being scared of them.
Jack's explanation of where they came from was full of pride and Sally looked fondly on him while he elaborated. "It's coming along nicely," Sally added on when Jack mentioned the map he was working on of Rohandor throughout their travels. "We've already been to New York Town." The thought of giving Wildwing a gift made Sally pensive. The longer they were in Rohandor and outside of Halloween Town, the more Sally was beginning to see and appreciate that their native tastes were an acquired one.
When pressed about hockey and the L-shaped sticks, Wildwing offered to demonstrate. Sally was very interested to see, and while the duck man moved to a nearby rack, she edged closer to Jack. "He's tying knives to his feet," she commented in awe. That was a scary notion, and so Sally could appreciate it.
Wildwing moved onto the ice, using the knives to carve a track instead of slipping and sliding unceremoniously. He narrated what he was doing as he used the L-shaped stick to hit a small, circular thing he called a "puck" into one of the nets on each end of the frozen pond.
Sally perked up, her mind latching onto something at the mention of teams and crowds. "So hockey is a game? Like hide and go scream?" She had watched the children of Halloween Town play that and others many times from her window in Finkelstein's laboratory before she'd... well, "moved out," was a good enough description.
Post by Jack Skellington on Aug 30, 2017 21:02:32 GMT -5
Jack hadn’t removed his head to be frightening, he’d just gotten a little carried away. So, when Wildwing cried out, he gave a little wince and reminded himself that he had to be more careful. Still, if Jack HAD wanted to frighten Wildwing, the poor duck-man would have probably fainted outright. “The pumpkin holiday, yes, exactly.” It was more complicated than that, of course, but Jack was more interested in what Wildwing was doing with the blades to explain further.
Sally leaned closer and whispered about the knives and Jack furrowed his brow, trying to puzzle out just what the purpose of this could be. When he saw that the blades were for moving about on the ice, he watched with wonder and awe. “Brilliant! Why, what a clever idea!”
Jack’s empty eye sockets followed Wildwing across the ice and then very closely watched his hockey demonstration. Sally commented that hockey was a game and Jack moved eagerly to the edge of the ice. He paused at the edge, glancing at Wildwing’s skates then down at his own tiny feet. He doubted very much that any of Wildwings gear would fit him, so he would just have to make due without.
Jack stepped out onto the ice with the easy confidence and grace he always seemed to have. He got a few steps toward Wildwing before he slipped the first time. He reacted instantly, bending his knees and crouching a little lower, his hands out, and managed not to fall. After he was certain he still had his balance, he stood to his full height and re-considered his strategy. Then, Jack pushed off with one foot experimentally as he had seen Wildwing do and managed to take a few long gliding steps without falling.
Once he reached Wildwing, he looked across the rink at the goal. “Well, Captain, I don’t want to speak out of turn but it seems to me the first thing to do would be to put a man on that goal to block pucks from going in.”
Jack gestured to the hockey stick. “May I…?” Jack wanted very much to try his hand at Hockey. He had not yet determined if this was something his own people would enjoy, but he wanted to try it first hand before passing any judgements.
"New York Town, huh? I've heard that's a pretty fun place." He had heard so from both Phil and a lot of the Earthside pop culture; he was pretty sure they had an away game scheduled against a team there at some point, in fact.
"It's a game and a business," he said next, skidding to a stop. "People pay money to sit in those seats," and he gestured at the stadium, "to watch us and other teams play." It wasn't something he'd always been thrilled about (a bit less pure than Puckworld's view of hockey), but that was just how Earth did things. And if they wanted to spend money, who was he to stop them?
A pause. "Do I....want to know what hide and go scream is?" He had a pretty good guess; this two seemed much like the Earth types he'd encountered who called themselves "goths", and very cheerfully at that.
He chuckled at Jack's next comment. "Well, that's actually what *I* do. I stop the other team from making goals against us. We call that being a 'goalie'."
Wildwing handed Jack the stick and then fished out another pair of skates. "Knock yourself out. Just, uh, not literally, please; the ice is a little tricky until you get used to it, and I don't think Phil would be happy with me injuring civilians in the dead of night." He looked at Sally. "You can try too, if you want."
He was very curious how the newcomers would fare.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2017 10:37:30 GMT -5 by Deleted
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 1, 2017 9:06:40 GMT -5
Wildwing answered Sally's theory by expanding on it. He told how spectators paid to fill the seats that ringed the oval of frozen water. She turned to consider them, taking in their impressive number. Even if each seat was a very small cost to occupy, Sally believed that were all of them to be filled, it would bring in a small fortune. She hummed in thought. This was a clever business model, she supposed, but also it was sad that someone had to pay to watch a game, she thought.
Movement from Jack pulled her away from her contemplation. Sally watched with an amusement that wasn't unkind when he moved onto the ice, long legs carrying him over the partition with ease. Honestly, she'd been counting down the moments until he would be out there. Jack was a very hands-on kind of skeleton and Sally just knew he would have to try what Wildwing was doing before long.
Sally moved to the edge and leaned against it, bracing both hands on the divider. She watched, encouraging but also tentative, as Jack tried to become comfortable with balancing while on the ice. Sally had every confidence in him - he always moved with such grace and ease, she doubted something like having ice underfoot would trouble him for long - but couldn't help her fretting. After one wobble that Jack corrected he looked like he was getting the hang of how to distribute his weight and take proper strides.
Moving more toward enthusiasm, Sally observed with great interest while Jack and Wildwing spoke out in the center of the ice. She nodded at Jack's suggestion, and then smiled more broadly when Wildwing revealed that part of the game was guarding the net. The ragdoll was more than content to wait and watch from the stands... until Wildwing looked her way after relinquishing a stick to Jack and told her she could try, too.
Sally bit her bottom lip. Jack would urge her to try, she knew. And the thought was intriguing, but Sally had enough trouble on dry ground. She was well aware her way of walking looked to others like she was about to fall over at any moment. Sally's forehead creased, her eyes narrowing with her inner debate. She glanced at the collection of skates that Wildwing had grabbed from. "You two go on," she said, gesturing at Wildwing and Jack. "I'll just be a moment."
Perching lightly on a seat, Sally sifted through those available. Finally, she came upon a smaller pair and, after removing her boots, slipped her feet into these new ones. Sally didn't know that the skates that fit her abnormally-proportioned feet were meant for a child, but they fit snugly and she laced them with care. Logically, she thought, the tighter they were, the better her chances of not falling. While Wildwing and Jack continued to discuss and test out the rigors of hockey, Sally hobbled to the nearest appropriate entrance to the rink and tentatively edged out onto the ice.
At first she just coasted after pushing herself a little too firmly from the wall. Then Sally, arms wobbling to keep her balance, tried one stride, mimicking Wildwing and Jack. Then another. The skates on her feet bore her forward and Sally felt the wind pass over her and the cold radiate up from the rink as though she were flying. "Jack!" she called, too full of excitement to care about interrupting. "Jack, I'm doing it!" And she was! Sally was gaining speed with her eagerness, and that speed was fast carrying her to the rink's other wall. The ragdoll's smile turned into an expression of determination and she turned the blades on her feet with natural skill, fluidly and swiftly rushing by the outer barrier as she corrected her course.
(OOC: Feel free to have Jack and Wildwing still focused on hockey! Sally's too busy just skating lol)
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 5, 2017 18:26:48 GMT -5
Jack listened closely while Wildwing explained that the game was not only for entertainment but to make money. Jack looked around at the seats, imaging them full, and gave an approving nod. “I would very much like to see that, Captain! When is the next event?” He didnt know how much two seats would cost, but he had an entire jar of dog teeth back in the hearse that would probably get them something.
Wildwing went on to explain that he was, in fact, a goalie and blocked the pucks from going into the basket. Jack was very pleased to hear that he was correct in his assumption. This meant he was catching on. Wildwing passed the stick to Jack and the Pumpkin King tested its weight, holding it in the middle as if it were some kind of sword or staff. Then he spun it around, getting a feel for it in his long hands, his brow furrowed as he considered it’s angles and length. He’d watched Wildwing take a shot with the stick, but the form was quite different from anything Jack could place (in fact the closest was a croquet mallet), and he was trying to think through the entire process.
Before Jack could take a swing, however, Sally called out for him. Jack lifted his head and turned at the hips to watch her glide past, careful not to move his feet on the ice. He grinned widely. “Well done, Sally!” It did indeed look easier to move about on the ice with the skates… Jack’s feet were just simply too small for them. He would just have to make do. Jack was quite impressed with how quickly Sally took to skating. Perhaps next Christmas when the pond froze over, they could fashion some kind of skates for the children and she could teach them.
Focusing again on the stick and the puck on the ice, Jack lined up the shot and took a few slow practice swings and adjusting his grip or stance accordingly. While he did so, he directed his voice at Wildwing. “I want to thank you, Captain, for your marvelous hospitality. I understand you are…” how had he put it? “Off the clock. I hope one day you will visit Halloween Town and we can return the favor.”
Jack waited for Sally to be well on the other side of the rink behind him, drew back, and swung. He hit the puck, but the momentum of his swing took his feet right out from under him on the slippery ice. He fell, his skull giving a resounding crack on the ice and his jaw popped off and slid away somewhere across the ice.
Dazed, Jack rubbed at the side of his head while he lay there and made a series of muffled sounds, unable to speak clearly without his jaw.
((a thousand apologies friends i forgot it was my turn!!)
Wildwing pondered Jack's question, trying to remember what the schedule was. "I think we're supposed to go up against the Predators next....Tuesday? There's lots of brochures in the lobby, and you can look up our schedule on something called the In-ter-net." It was some kind of human information network; he was pretty sure Tanya would know more about it.
He glanced over at Sally, trying out skating, and she was doing pretty well for a first timer. He gave a smile and a thumbs up as Jack encouraged her, then thanked him for his kindness. A shrug. "Honestly, this is the most exciting break-in we've had in a while. I've been meaning to travel more in Rohandor anyway. Where is this....Halloween Town again?"
If Jack and Sally were any indication, it was probably a pretty weird place, but they were the most friendly skeleton creatures he'd ever met, so it couldn't be that bad. Not that he had a lot of comparison in that arena, but the point still stood.
He now watched as Jack heaved the stick back for a swing, and he could already tell the other man was going to slip. "Careful!" he warned, but it was too late, and while the puck sailed into the goal, Jack's jaw came flying off onto the ice.
Well then. "I'm guessing you can fix that?" he called to Sally.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 7, 2017 8:44:48 GMT -5
There were few things that Sally took naturally to. Jack, on the other hand, picked up on most anything with inborn talent and ease. There was very little that Sally felt Jack wasn't exemplary at. Her talents were a shallower pool and more toil went into even that. That carving tracks on the frozen water came easily was surprising and exhilarating. Not that Sally was prodigious, of course. She teetered and wobbled and faltered here and there, but being able to remain upright and skate where she had a mind to go was exciting enough.
The ragdoll smoothly veered along the other end of the rink, skirting behind the netting of the goal while her speed sent her red hair fluttering. On her turn back toward the center of the ice, Sally looked up in time to see her Jack brandish the L-shaped stick against the puck. At once, based on his pose and determination, Sally got a bad feeling. That feeling was quickly proved right.
His long legs slid out from under him and the Pumpkin King fell firmly enough to send his jaw skidding over the rink. Sally flinched at the sharp sound of his white skull hitting the ice, nearly falling herself from the act. Despite his being undead, Sally felt a pang of real worry in her chest for his well-being.
She pushed off of the ice while Wildwing asked if she could fix his jaw. Sally nodded without looking at the duck-man. Her eyes were fixed on Jack, who was stirring. He looked dazed and disgruntled, but nothing more. Placated a bit by that, Sally glided to a halt at his missing jaw. She bent down and picked it up, then skated over to where Jack lay.
"Here. Stay still," Sally urged. She knelt down on the ice and carefully fitted the jawbone back into place with the rest of Jack's skull. "Are you all right?" Sally fixed Jack with a sterner glance than one might think, as if daring him to tell some half-truth to spare her concerns.
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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?
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