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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[spin_kick_snap]

With a noise that was more like a wail than a moan, Kathy slowly hoisted herself off the bed and shambled to the door, every motion like moving underwater. Once she got there, she didn't even try the knob--far too complicated. Instead she just began banging on her door, calling out to Dante. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--?" she groaned. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

Well, we knew how Kathy would be entertaining herself for the next few hours.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante locked the door with a quick twist of the key.

"People," he snapped.

Then he walked away to find a bottle of vodka somewhere. He wasn't putting up with this shit.