33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

For Anders the little demon, Halloween was a day full of his usual mischief. Sprinkling a little itching powder in some underwear drawers, sneaking into a few houses to turn the thermostat three degrees too hot, and -- just to cap off the day -- blowing on some mainland traffic lights to turn them red at inconvenient times.

He was still chuckling over the last one as he let himself into the house and sat down on the couch, tail extended along the cushions. He needed to take a TV break before it was time for trick-or-treating and some real fun.

[OOC: Open post.]

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Kathy zombied--quite literally--into the living room a few minutes later, a container of snacks from Eliot's house in her hands. "Braaaaaaaaaains," she intoned, looking at Anders with chalky white eyes.

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"Are they Cool Ranch?" Anders asked, with only passing interest. "Otherwise, no thanks. They're too chewy for me."

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Kathy pouted at him. She'd worked hard on making these brainsadillas with Eliot. She'd lost a finger to the knife while chopping and now had a ring of stitched around the knuckle to keep the digit on. "Braaaains," she said again, a little more crossly.

These were quality rabbit brains, Anders, and she only offered to share because she loved you.

Stiffly moving over to the couch, she took a seat next to him and nodded towards the TV. Several moments of intense concentration passed before she opened her mouth to ask, "Shooooow?"

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Anders sighed,reaching a hand toward her snacks. "All right. I'll eat some if it's that important to you," he said. "What did you want to watch?"

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This was going to go over beautifully tomorrow. Did Hallmark have a 'thanks for loving me so much you ate brains when the island was messing with us' card?

"Zooooooombiiiiiie shoooooow," Kathy said slowly, giving him a smile of blackened teeth. She liked the show about the zombie ME who pretended to be psychic to solve crimes. Too few shows put the zombies in the protagonist seat.

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"Zombie show," Anders agreed, sharp teeth nibbling around the edges of the brainsadilla. (It wasn't bad, really. Would be better with hot sauce.)

He turned on Netflix and flixcked through episodes of Shambling Corpses, wondering which one would have the most dead zombies in it. He was a demon; even if he loved Kathy, he was still going to have a little fun at her expense.

He paused on one school and mused, "I think that's the one where they run through the Shamblers with a lawn mower."

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"Nooooo!" Kathy moaned. This wasn't the zombie ME show! This was the show with the humans who were positively stupid and yet still kept winning. Ugh, it was the worst! Kathy had long-since decided that if she'd been on the show, she would have made it a priority to eat the obnoxious kid who never stayed where he was told.

She moaned again, covering her eyes with her hands (and peeking through her fingers), as one of the humans found a steamroller and sent it straight towards a group of zombie children.

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeean."

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"Yeah, I guess the people are being kind of mean," Anders said philosophically, eyes still glued to the screen. "But man, it's cool. Watch all that zombie blood splatter!"

The steamroller was covered in blood and guts as it crashed into a tree and exploded, fireball frying another dozen zombies. Anders laughed and raised his arms triumphantly. "Kaboom!"

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She'd meant you, demon!Anders! She'd meant you!

That was fine, she was making a grab for the controller anyway. And, considering her general speed, Anders would have to move...like at all...to keep it away from her.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante ... ... ... was already half-demon.

And demonstrably crazy Fandom magic-proof.

It had been a weird day.

"You're still... that." Beat. "Cool."

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"Braaaains?" Kathy offered in a moan, holding out her tupperware container of brainsadillas.

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"... No, thanks."

Dante was... way too busy trying to figure out how he was going to deal with Kathy whenever she snapped out of that.

And then he noticed what she was holding.

"... The hell?"

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Who said she was going to have a giant breakdown tomorrow? Maybe she'd handle this calmly and rationa--AHAHAHAHA, okay yeahno.

"Braaaaaains," Kathy informed him happily, digging out what could have passed as a normal quesadilla if there hadn't been a bright pink chunk of tissue sticking out of one side.

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"Aw, fuck," Dante said, pulling a face. "Tell me you didn't actually kill somebody."

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Most people would be slightly more horrified at the possibility than that, Dante.

"Nooooooooo," Kathy intoned slowly, the words taking their toll in concentration. She was also pouting. "Roooooodent."

The squirrels she'd managed to pounce on on her way to Eliot's and the rabbit brains he'd so kindly left her from his hunt that morning.

[rebelseekspizza]

Nobody said he wasn't horrified, jesus, narrative. Learn to understate.

"Ew," Dante commented. "So maybe we don't let you leave the house again. Shit can't be healthy."

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Pffft. Understating required chill and this was Kathy's account. Pfft.

"Braaaaaaaaains," she pointed out. What was she supposed to do for dinner, then? Especially since some people got weirded out when she stored them in the fridge. EVEN IN TUPPERWARE.

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"No brains for you," Dante told her sternly.

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"Hi," Anders said, with a little wave of his tail. "I think her finger's falling off again."

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Dante rubbed his forehead. "Probably going to keep doing that all day," he said.

He meant both the finger and the general weirdness.

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"I keep telling her to give up on it, but she's determined," Anders sighed, cocking his horns at Dante. "What's up with you?"

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"Trying to make sure Kathy doesn't go out and eat anyone's brains," Dante said, eyeing... Anders, sure. "Today sucks."

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"I'm having a great day," Anders said breezily. "Want to go out? We could throw rotten eggs at people until we feel better."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You know, think I'm gonna opt o-- well, maybe Lecter."

No. Bad!

[not_every_mage]

"But I like him," Anders whined, then furrowed his brow thoughtfully. "On the other hand, it would be fun to run some of those expensive clothes."

It was a dilemma!