Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

[callada]

characters: EVERYONE??
location: General Store + around Beacon
date/time: October 18-31
content: This is the costume prompt from the TDM, delivered to you all in mingle-style by popular request and with mod approval
warnings: n/a for now but will update

Although the month is already well underway, residents of Beacon will notice a brand new shipment being delivered to the general store—only this one comes via the forest, as a small legion of spirits quickly drop off crates of boxes at its doorstep before scampering back into the woods. Hopefully nobody is riding too hard on hoping for further rations or supplies, because opening them up quickly squashes any notions of a full month's restock. Instead, it looks like each crate is bursting with costumes! Coming in all shapes and sizes to fit anyone of any age or decree, there’s plenty to choose from. Something scary? Magical? Clever? Or maybe even a bit on the sultry side? Dig deep enough, and you’re sure to find something to suit your tastes, props, accessories, wigs and all!

If nothing else, surely you can find an alternate use for a bit of spare fabric in your size, but what's the harm of having a bit of fun? But, oh, be careful if you're playing dress-up while the hallucinations from the event are in play... These costumes might just have a funny effect on you. 🤔!

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Rosinante | OTA

[callada]

1. The events of the last week have Rosinante utterly exhausted. The hallucinations come to an end, and finally, blissfully, he manages to sleep for a good ten hours straight, uninterrupted by visions of strings and hands and needless bloodshed.

When he finally emerges, cleans up, does his makeup for the first time in days, and ventures out with lingering paranoia, he notices this time rather than puppetry, the running theme around town is, apparently, wild costumes. Are these real? He stops near the bonfire and watches, then calls out to someone passing by with an eye-catching outfit:

"Is that... are we still hallucinating? What did I miss?"

2. Look, he's not opposed to costumes. Reminds him of being a kid again, at least a little. Maybe there's a funny hat or something simple he can indulge in. Maybe a cool feather boa or cape or something he can actually just steal and repurpose as everyday clothing.

But as he approaches the crate, someone else is already there, sorting through it, so he stands to the side and sets his lantern down. "Seen anything in my size yet?" he asks. That's going to be the biggest hurdle. Literally.

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[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone is not really one for fancy clothes, as evidenced by his plain gray tunic and trousers, but he's curious about all the weird shit in here.

He looks up at Rosinante coming in, looks him up and down, and says without judgment, "I'll look. But if they brought these things for us, can't think they wouldn't include something for everyone."

[callada]

"I'm not sure whoever provides these ever thinks that far ahead," he replies. The clothing in the store, delivered each month, does range in sizes but clearly with the average height primarily in mind. It's a good thing he's not terribly picky about colors or patterns or he would be very out of luck. Nothing ever matches, he still hasn't found a pair of pants that actually completely covers his ankles, and his shirts tend toward too tight. Given the rate at which his clothing gets damaged, and the fact that the ferry is out of commission, he's starting to legitimately wonder if he'll have to learn sewing and make something out of bedsheets.

"Where did these come from, anyway? I don't remember seeing anyone carry them off the ferry."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"A bunch of the spirits brought them. I watched them come in." He does as promised, though, and starts digging through the clothing with a will, pulling up pieces that seem particularly large and holding them up in Rosinante's general direction, as if gauging size versus fabric strain. "You'd think if spirits brought them, they'd be a little more varied. It's not like they have any idea what sizes we should actually come in."

[callada]

"They've had months to watch us, though. They can probably make general guesses." But would they? Who knows. The things don't seem that intelligent. Even when they were attacked, it was the sheer number of spirits and their own lack of coordination and organization that caused so many problems. In the case of a reset, they're still probably out of luck just because of how outnumbered they are.

But those thoughts are for another day. Right now, it's probably smart to try and relax, as hard as that is.

"That's pretty cool, that coat," he says, nodding to something long and bright red, with gold buttons. Not great for not being noticed, but fine for around town. Not the sort of thing he'd normally wear exactly, but none of these are.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"It'd go pretty nice with your face paint," Stone agrees, and offers the coat to Rosinante to try. "Think you can squeeze it on? I'm no Arbora, I can't do mending-- eyesight's not good enough. But if you really want it, maybe someone else can make it fit."

[callada]

"Well, let's see," he says as he reaches for it. He makes no attempt to actually fit his arms into it, but simply drapes it over his shoulders, wearing it like a sort of cloak - or he tries, anyway.

"It's close. Kinda narrow," he points out. It wasn't cut for someone with shoulders quite as broad as his, even if the length looks all right. It has to open too wide to fold nicely around him, leaving creases down the back and it slips off quickly when he tries to turn in it. "I don't actually know if anyone around here does tailoring these days, though. Used to."

Which is to say, Melisandre did, but she hasn't been seen in months, now. The thought of so many people being lost without a trace still hurts.

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[lunchbreaks]

"Oh... No, I'm sorry. But we could always take some of this apart and make you something!" he offers. He pulls out a cape, which looks like it might fit Rosi or might work as a bolt of fabric, and hands it over.

[callada]

"Yeah? You know anything about sewing?" he asks as he reaches for the cape and looks it up and down.

It's certainly long enough, and the dark purple fabric isn't even a terrible color. He can see it as a poncho in its future, that might be cool. Or a big, bulky scarf. It's starting to cool off these days - there was frost by the riverbank when he woke up, and with no sun to warm the air, they might be in for a deep freeze soon.

[lunchbreaks]

"Not a thing, but I'm sure someone does!" he responds, as he tries to look for more things. He picks out a gown that he thinks might have enough cloth. "This one's pleated, so it'll have more fabric than it looks," he says, handing it to Rosi. It's very heavy.

[callada]

That seems to be the ongoing pattern, but oh well. One of these days, he'll find someone with a little more knowledge. He shrugs and takes the gown, considering it. Maybe? Big maybe. Lots of material, probably can be made to look not like a dress or a wizard robe or whatever by someone with talent, but again, finding that person is proving tricky.

"Thanks, I'll think about it. How about you, find anything fun for yourself yet? This looks like party supplies of some kind." But he's still scratching his head as to why the spirits think they should have a costume party. Then again, there's no reason why they should have just spent the last week suffering under intense hallucinations either. He keeps trying to give the spirits more logic than they might have.

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, yes," Aziraphale replies. "Found myself this other gown. It's nice and blue, just the color I like. I thought it was a blanket at first; I'm dismayed to find that it isn't, but as long as it fits, it should be fine."

Then, he pauses. "Unless you want it, of course. I think it'd be long enough to rest tea length on you." He offers an encouraging smile.

[callada]

"No, no, you keep it," he urges. "I'm sure there's plenty more in here I can make do with. That's a great color on you!"

And walking in here and just taking something someone else found would be awfully rude. Instead, he goes back to sorting through things. It's not just clothing in here, but props and accessories, too. He pulls out and then sets aside a cheap stethoscope, a pink tutu, and a pair of what looks like dragon wings, which, hard no, before pulling up a top hat. With a grin, he shoves his own hat down onto his shoulders, letting the hearts drape over his chest, and places the top hat on his head.

"There, now I'm dignified!" he jokes, and turns toward a shelf of kitchenware, stooping to see his reflection in a glass. Nice. What a look.

OTA - Post Bury A Friend Event

[worthallthis]

The Soldier doesn't actually remember holidays. It vaguely remembers costumes, but only in the context of a disguise or gear for a mission. So when it pokes its head in to see the new collection of... very weird clothing... instead of something more useful, it comes in all the way to pick at things in a kind of disappointed bafflement.

"This coat isn't heavy enough to be any good," it says blankly, examining what is pretty clearly a pirate costume coat.

[broplaints]

Okay so clearly you are in grave need of some guidance here. And lucky for you, Noctis is just the person (or not, I guess it's really a matter of opinion) to give it.

"Please tell me you know that's meant to be part of a costume." Please.

[worthallthis]

That gets Noctis a blank look, though not a completely unfriendly one. "Part of a what."

The word has associations, but no real definition. Something ridiculous. Something other than the norm. Something for... display? Maybe Noctis will clarify.

[broplaints]

He can not believe he is about to have this conversation.

"You know. For Halloween? People dress up. Go to parties. Trick or treat."

[worthallthis]

Now you're just being mean, Noctis. "I don't know what that is." It has the vague impression that it knows parties. Groups of people getting together and... dancing? The rest, though. Completely unfamiliar.

[broplaints]

Boy is this. Gonna take some explaining.

"Halloween is a kind of holiday. People dress up in costumes - I guess I should probably start with that. Costumes are outfits that are meant to make you look like someone else. Or something else. Most of the ones for Halloween are of monsters and stuff. You only wear them for a night, so that's why the coat isn't very warm."

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[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale isn't planning on putting on any costumes. No, he'd been digging through all of them to see if there might be any supplies buried at the bottom. And somehow during all this mess, he'd found a nice blanket. He had thrown it over his shoulder thinking he could bring it to someone else who might need, only--

--Only he then realized it was actually a dress. A ballgown. Really, of all the supplies.

It's really loading down the things he's picking out from the pile, so he gets the brilliant idea to try it on since it won't weigh down his arm and he might need it later.

He's looking quite a bit... princessy, as he continues searching for anything.

[sauntered_downward]

"It's a good look for you, angel," Crowley says, leaning against one of the racks. "Brings out your eyes."

He has, of course, chosen to put on the first costume closest to himself, which happens to be a halo and a pair of white wings. Which, in his opinion, is basically the best costume he could have asked to find.

[lunchbreaks]

"Ah, do you really think so?" he asks, as he slips on long gloves and then goes to help Crowley attach his halo.

"Very funny one you've got. Ready to practice our celestial harmonies together?"

[sauntered_downward]

"Figured it might get others in the town to think a bit better of me," Crowley says. Of course, apologizing and being generally kinder to everyone might do the same thing, but Crowley isn't about to do any of those things. Of course not.

"Where do you think these all came from, then? What with the ferry gone?"

[lunchbreaks]

"The forest, I think. And you know that no one's chosen to forgive me simply because I'm an angel," he admonishes.

But he does affix the halo. "Oh, you look absolutely ridiculous. And you have wings. They're quite nice wings!"

[sauntered_downward]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Crowley says. "I think I'm rather fond of the little ones I've got here."

He wiggles his shoulderblades and glances back at the little white wings. His eyes narrow as he looks over his shoulder at his actual wings, hidden just in the ether. They look different---they look wrong. Is he imagining something? He must be.