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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[rebelseekspizza]

"You're a zombie. You're not going to a party," Dante said, turning on the TV.

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy glared at Dante, frustrated. Eliot was a werewolf, Raven a seamonster, and Anders was a demon and no one was telling them they couldn't go to parties!

But that was a very complicated thought to have, never mind actually say aloud. "Paaaaaarrrrrrrtyyy," she said, pointing at him again. That should get the point across, right?

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nooooooooo," Dante said, drawing out the exact same tone.

[spin_kick_snap]

You were the worst, Dante, no matter how much she was going to appreciate you during her flight out of the house tomorrow.

"Yooooooou gooooooo!" she protested, trying to get him to acknowledge how arbitrary and unfair his standards were. It wasn't like she was planning on eating any monster brains! Just human ones!

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm not a zombie who wants to eat people's brains," Dante pointed out.

[spin_kick_snap]

"Huuuuuumans," she insisted.

Which was totally all right for consumption, right?

[rebelseekspizza]

"Exactly," Dante said, exasperated.

[spin_kick_snap]

Why were they arguing if they were in agreement?

Kathy shambled towards the doorway again, certain she'd made her point.

[rebelseekspizza]

Because they weren't in agreement! Not at all!

Dante was back at the door in a flash, pressing his hand against the door. "I said no."

[spin_kick_snap]

You were just lucky her tear ducts didn't work. She'd have to settle for giving you a wounded expression, complete with the kind of confusion a puppy would give at getting kicked.

"Partyyyyyyyy," she moaned again. "Frieeeeeeends."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You'd eat your friends," Dante pointed out. He sighed. "Fine. Books."

[spin_kick_snap]

Only the ones who weren't monsters! And, really, what kind of friends could humans really be, all fragile and delicious and filled with tasty brains the way the were.

Neither of them were thrilled with the book compromise, but Kathy stumbled over to her bookcase anyway, her gait lurching and unsteady. She grabbed several, mostly because her hands were too clumsy to select just one, and brought the bright and glossy books over to Dante.

"Boooooooooooks," she said. She couldn't read and her comprehension wasn't much better, but the pictures were colorful and that was enough.

At least she was easy enough to please?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante pulled up a chair as she moved, jamming it up against her door.

Then he took the books and sat down. "Fine," hemuttered. "Uh, a long, long time ago in a kingdom far away..."

Why did you have this shit, Kathy?

[spin_kick_snap]

Because the island was visited by small children on the regular? Why wouldn't she be prepared?

"Priiiiiiiiiincsssssssssss," Kathy groaned happily, the word a little mushy in her mouth. She clapped her hands, the parties momentarily forgotten. "Meeeeeeeee?"

Was it a zombie princess, Dante?

[rebelseekspizza]

"... sure, Kathy the zombie princess lived in this castle."

[spin_kick_snap]

This was already shaping up to be an excellent story! And, of course, Kathy had to ask the next very important questions.

No, not about any princes or whatever. Please. Girl had her priorities.

"Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiins?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"No brains," Dante said, sighing. "Zombie Kathy was a good girl and a vegetarian."

[spin_kick_snap]

...This seemed incredibly unlikely.

"Braaaains," she told him. Skeptically.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Plant brains," Dante said firmly. "She was having a nice breakfast full of plant brains."

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy looked dubious, but nodded. She might have to look into these 'plant brains' and see how good they were. Not as good as human brains, obviously, and probably not as good as animal ones, but at least worth a try.

She motioned him to go on. "Daaaaaaaaanteeeeee?"

Was he in the story, too?

[rebelseekspizza]

"You want me to read this, or you just want me to start making shit up?" Dante asked.

[spin_kick_snap]

Well, if he was gonna give her the choice?

"Maaaaake uuuuup?" she asked, hopefully.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Then okay, fine, there's a Dante showing up in Princess Kathy's tower, and her whole life gets a lot less boring."

Master storyteller, he was not.

[spin_kick_snap]

Okay, when even the zombie was unimpressed that was saying something. She kept looking at him, waiting for him to embellish.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Fine, he breaks her out of the castle," Dante said, rolling his eyes. "They bring tons of lettuce for her on the way. He heard about this dragon or something that could only be killed by a princess."