gazing at you with scorpion eyes

[samson]

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

Comments

[chocoponying]

[Who invited the horse? ... Well, he's no usually one alright? And he could use the booze, very much. He didn't bother to dress up because really, he already had the pony costume glued to his skin...]

You got beer?

[samson]

[WHAT....... that's new. Well, no it isn't. Brock has seen these colorful ponies before. But this one...]

You drink beer?

[chocoponying]

... You don't? [Aw man! Please don't say no!]

[samson]

What? No, I just meant I didn't think, uh ... you know, ponies did that kind of stuff ...

[He does have beer, though. He sets a bottle on the table but then realizes ponies don't have hands ...!] Do you need like a straw, or ...

[chocoponying]

I'm not a pony.

[Actually grabs the bottle with his hoof...] Don't ask, I don't know how it works.

[samson]

[Yeah he stares anyway. PONIES. He forgot how that worked, their non-hand hoof things.]

You're ... you really look like one.

[chocoponying]

[Ever seen a pony chugging a beer this fast before? No? Well, now you did!]

Yeahhhh... I'm not usually one. [C'mon Brock! Recognize that crazy spiky mane.]

[samson]

[BROCK IS REALLY BAD WITH THIS SORT OF THING, he stares for a second. Well, for a few seconds, just watching him chug that beer at first. Weird ...]

Wait ... you're ... Cloud?

[chocoponying]

[Downs his beer at least to the half, oh man, that was good.]

The one and only. [Smirks a little.] You like my costume?

[samson]

[HOW AWKWARD.]

It's not really a costume if you're on a loss, man.

[chocoponying]

Tell that to the castle.

[samson]

How long have you been like this?

[chocoponying]

A couple of weeks.

[samson]

I think you need another beer ...

[So he gives him one. Sob.]

[chocoponying]

[... You're a good man, Brock.]

Thanks. [Finishes his first!]

You got a nice place. [Not trying to make small talk, but it is a fact.]

[samson]

[Brock grabs a beer for himself, too! Yeah, drinkin'.]

Hey, thanks. I got the fireplace finished and everything.

[chocoponying]

Sorry I couldn't help. [It would have just been... weird.]

[samson]

[Shaking his head] Nah, it's okay. I get the whole, uh ... loss ... thing.