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]

... 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.