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Once again the Dark, Dank Basement™ is decorated with orange and black streamers and balloons. A human skeleton is hung from the rafters. Tables are stocked with tubs of b33r and s0d4 nestled in ice, plates of colorful sushi, and bowls of candy and Pocky™. A number of cosplayers have already arrived, mingling and chatting.

The LovelyAngel wonders if the crew comes in and sets up for these holidays every year even if no one shows up. She has stopped on the stairs leading down into the basement to survey the scene. The LovelyAngel is dressed in a strapless black leotard, black mesh tights, and high-heeled shoes. Her long hair has been tucked into a dark wig of shorter length, and there is an orange ribbon running across her head and tied into bows just above each ear. The bunny ears, bow-tie collar, white cuffs, and bunny puff ball tail complete the look. The only item that looks possibly out-of-place is the Fender Stratocaster slung over her shoulder.

Looking over the crowd, the LovelyAngel doesn't recognize anyone. But then, there are a lot of costumes, and it's oftentimes hard to tell who is underneath. She spots at least two Sarines, a Jon... and one Meji with a plush Ellis wired to fly just above her shoulder. She also sees a Naruto, an Alphonse, a Dalek, a Cylon (model 6), and a VF-1S Valkyrie -- not the same one from 2001 she hopes!

The LovelyAngel steps onto the basement floor and makes her way over to the refreshments table -- where she fishes a Ky070 K01a out of a tub, flips the tab and takes a sip, then stands back to study the cosplayers some more.


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At another table, the LovelyAngel sees an array of small trophies and wrapped gifts. She reads the inscriptions on the various trophies... "Most Authentic... Most Out-of-Character... Most Hentai... Most Scary... Most Daring and Bold... Most Unusual... Most Kawaii..." There are more, but the LovelyAngel is distracted by the entrance of other people entering the basement...

[OOC]I'm not above recycling text from 2001! :D [/OOC]


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I'm here dressed as the scariest thing of all.

That's right.


Chapter One. :gonk:

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Actor, dressed in a Pink Tutu with combat boots walked into the basement, does a pirouette and falls on the floor giggling from a Sugar Rush.

"Lollies, lollies, lollies and chocolate!" His eyes fall back in his head for a moment. "Serving girls bring me some BEER!"

"Why are there decorations all over the place?"

A muted whisper in the distance can be heard....

"What on Earth is Halloween?"

Another whisper about the traditions of Halloween, costumes, lollies etc.

"Ohhh, I should get a costume. Serving girls, give me an outfit! Make it anything you like as long as it looks like Optimus Prime!" Actor looks down at his empty hands. "And more Beer!"

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Spools, braced inside a plastic garbage bin, rolls down the stairs as a barrel over a waterfall, empty dryer duct tube attachments flailing ebulliently. Upon reaching the dance floor, the bin shoots across in a wide horizantal arc, narrowly missing the refreshment table and knocking over several guests in costumes too unweildly to allow them to dodge. Butting up against the farthest wall, two vinyl covered legs emerge, and the dryer tubes fill with arms, revealing an elaborate, if impractical, robot costume.
"Where the PArty At?" shouts Spools, peeking out through an eyeslit. "oh...well, there is is then." Spools--totally not drunk yet--wobbles towards the refreshments, greeting loudly those worried enough to steady the obviously dizzy character.

Catching a glimpse of thickly whiskered shins and boots from the bottom opening of the suit, the robot-for-a-day readjusts the whole thing to get a good straight look at the owner of the feet.
"Why hello there Actor, Sir. You're got great boots. Where's your hat?"

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"I am a hat! The floor is dressed up as my head! See, the tables are my ears and the chair is my hair and the people are like the little elves that tell me to set things on fire."

Actor starts crying. "Why did I set that bakery on fire before I tried to steal all of their hats? Why god why?"

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Spools experiences a brief moment of certain and irrational panic--what bakery? My bakery? He burnt my bakery AND my rascist boss? they had hats and didn't tell me? is he the theif my boss has warned about letting in to use the bathroom?--before realizing that actor is drunk, and foreign, and must be treated with the same caring and understanding that any drunken, sad asian exchange student is afforded.

"More beer, Mister Actor? No, no, don't even answer, i'll find it for you. you just lie there, and think of...wombats or something...koalas...." A scantily clad young woman with ears looks with interest at the besotted pair. Spools, spying this with difficulty through the crappy crappy eyeholes, trundles--nearly steady now--over to her and asks if she knew the most comforting australian land animal, if there are any lullabyes faeturing them, which general direction is the beer table really, and will she please make the room stop spinning entirely before attempting to answer anything in the first place.

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The LovelyAngel studies the metal-colored robot that has lumbered over to her and barraged her with a series of questions. She wasn't quite sure which question to answer first... but the safest choice had to be b33r.

"Whoa! Steady, there, roboguy! Here, let me get you a beer!" The LovelyAngel reaches into a tub and pulls out a brown bottle. After twisting off the cap she holds out the bottle for the robot to take, but the large, tubular arms swing a little wildly, and a grabber claw just misses the bottle. The arms swing again, and this time the claw latches onto the bottle. The arm retracts and the neck of the bottle clumsily bangs up against the silver-colored robot head.

"Umm... let me get you a straw," offers the LovelyAngel. "Oh, by the way, I'm the LovelyAngel... but folks here usually call me just Angel or Lovely." The girl-bunny looks all over the refreshments table, but there are no straws to be found. She stops and thinks for a moment, then her eyes brighten. With a quick and graceful flip of her hand the LovelyAngel materializes a straw from hammerspace. She drops the long straw into the beer bottle, bends it at the flex point, and helps guide the drinking end of the straw through a small mouth slit in the robot head.

"There you go," she smiles.


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"Well, that is convienient....."
RoboSpools proceeds to blow a great amount of bubles in the brew before troddling off to give it to Actor.
"It's got a huge head on it, just the way you like it."
Not waiting for a reply, the robot sets the beer on the floor next to the still snuffling Actor, in a place where it would hopefully not get knocked over, and rolls along back to the preeeety laaady.
"Helpful one! Have you gots any ginger ale and or sarsperiller?I am the underage for the drinking right now. How about a Shirley Trample? And popcorn balls?"

The bemused conjourer of straws collects a caffiene-free soft drink and a ball of something (possibly cheese, everything was so heavily decorated it was kind of hard to tell), and handed them gingerly to the Spools from under the plastic skirt of the tub. A little racy, maybe, but what are parties for. Spools munched happily for a moment, staring fixadly out the eyeslit at the tall person bunny thing.

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The Wandering Idiot teleports in, but instead of his usual human appearance wearing the now-standard white cassock, he appears in the costume of a viral memeplex, distributed amongst the minds of everyone attending the party.

"That 'most unusual' award is in the bag", he/it thinks smugly to itselfs. And by "thinks", that is to say: "transfers information amongst the attendees via verbal communication about itself, in such a manner that the self-reflection creates a slow-moving yet cohesive consciousness". People all around the party begin dropping random sentences involving the Wandering Idiot memeplex, what a droll idea it was to show up like this, and what it might do next, the sum total of these conversations and the effect they have on the minds of the participants being what both maintains him and allows it to adapt and change. They also randomly shout "Ferret mustaches for peace!" every now and then, just because the Wandering Idiot thought that would be funny.


Just before snuffling away, actor informs Spools that the Wandering Idiot-memeplex compliments him on his use of ebullience in his costume. He then mentions something confusing about mustaches and small furry rodents, and Spools realizes that either he or actor, or both, are apparently more intoxicated than he thought.

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The LovelyAngel is chatting up a Browncoat -- who actually does bear a resemblance to Nathan Fillion. She is pouring on the charm... "Oh, yes, I love Firefly. My favorite episode was the one with the Wandering Idiot memeplex. The dialog was great!"

The Browncoat, who until then had been fairly attentive, raises an eyebrow. The LovelyAngel continues gushing, "It's such a shame that the show was cancelled. But I think I know the reason for its low ratings... Ferret mustaches for peace!" She freezes. What made me say that??

The Browncoat, now completely perplexed, excuses himself and wanders off. The LovelyAngel looks all around her, still puzzled as to her own behavior. She is greeted only by the stare of the robot who remains motionless a short distance from her. How odd.


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"I'm so glad Lovely did the invite. It'll be good to see her after so long," said Bandman as he extricates himself from his 1962 Lincoln Continential. Puffing away on a Coffin Nail, he straightens out his costume so there can be no mistake of him being "Joliet" Jake Blues. Walking around the hood of the car, he meets up with his passenger, known to him as Big Unit. Unit, dressed as the more slender and taller Elwood Blues, gets himself relaxed.

"Working on my Master's is giving me one hell of a headache. Thanks for letting me tag along. It's been what, 6 years since we've gone as The Blues Brothers?" inquired Unit.

"Yeah, and no problem. I know you needed this. Just remember: if all else fails, drink yourself into oblivion. Usually works."

"Hey...I'm a College guy. I know all about getting blitzed into nothingness."

The two laugh at memories of the last drunken orgy they were at thankfully being thrown by a local Sorority House. Opening the door, they enter the Dark, Dank Basement and begin to mingle. Upon sighting the curvaceous figure in the Sexy Bunny wielding the Strat, Band waves his friend to enjoy the open bar. He then makes his way to the LovelyAngel and whispers into her ear, "Hippity Hop Hop or should I strum your Strat?"

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 Post subject: The nice thing about this costume is that I get to put words in everyone's mouth. I'll be taking advantage of that later, oh yes. /evil
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The LovelyAngel had caught up to the random Browncoat again and was expounding on how Nathan Fillion was cute and all, but not nearly as handsome as the Wandering Idiot would no doubt be if he had a physical form, which he totally didn't because he was a meme. She then added that the Browncoat should repeat that last bit to as many people as possible since it would contribute to the memeplex's self-awareness. The Nathan-alike looked more perplexed than ever, but then shrugged and went off to do as he was told, just as LovelyAngel felt a bushy sideburn tickle her ear as someone whispered what sounded like questionable single-entendres into it...

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ROBO SPOOLS FALLS OVER IN ATTEMPT TO DANCE ALONE

JUST SO YOU KNOW

QUERY: OUCH

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The gentleman in the suit, hat, and shades whispers into the LovelyAngel's ear, and she blushes. "Oh, Band! Or should I say Jake? You do have a way! You always have." She gives her old friend a big hug. "It's great to see you again! And your costume is great!" A cartoon cliché lightbulb appears over her head, "Say... do you and Elwood over there actually sing? Because I'm having a stage set up." The LovelyAngel motions toward the end of the room where a crew of Boggans have already assembled a make-shift stage and are now setting up a sound system and a projection video screen. "I'll be doing a short performance later -- and you and Elwood could do something too -- if you're up to it! It would be fun!" The LovelyAngel winks.

Before BandMan can answer, there's a loud *CRASH* as the nearby robot falls down. BandMan and the LovelyAngel rush over and each grabs an arm to slowly help the robot back to his feet. "This would be a whole lot easier if the Wandering Idiot were physically here to help," babbled the LovelyAngel. To the robot she asked, "Are you OK?"


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GLITCH
GLITCH
SPRAY PAINT
VAPORS
GLITCH
ARRRGH

Robo spools fumbles distractedly with the robo helmet and has to have flailing robo arms physically restrained while BLues Brother number one adn lovely angel lady person detach the helmet accessory. Spools is helped to feet and mumbling something mildy apologetic, rocks off to find the ice chest, tripping over and robot-hugging actor on the way. every so often the now cyborg looks back, forlorn, lost, high on fumes a little. Where is the ice chest.

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Band returns Lovely's embrace and listens to her inquiry about Jake & Elwood doing a performance on the stage. However, before he could answer, RoboSpools seems to lose balance and glitch itself into a mess on the floor. After helping Lovely get the poor bastard back on its feet, he resumes the conversation.

"I wouldn't have any problem. In fact the guy that came with me is my friend. He and I did the Blues Brothers singing "Everybody Needs Somebody to Love." I'll just have to make sure he's tied one on before he hits the stage or he'll sieze up. It has been a while."

After placing a peck on Lovely's cheek, Band makes his way to is friend Unit who's working on his second beer. He reaches in for a Heineken and pops the cap off the bottle.

"So...what do you think?"

Unit: "It's interesting to have this in a dark, dank basement. Great setting but little off the beaten trail."

"That's why it's so great. You should've been here in 2001. That was nuts!"

Band takes a long pull of the German brew, savoring it.

"So...think you can play the Harp on stage again?"

Unit: "What!? I haven't done that in years! You're fucking with me, isn't it?"

"Nawww...it's just that the hostess in the Sexy Bunny costume wielding the Fender Strat thought it would great if The Blues Brothers would do a set."

Unit: "Aw, HELL no! Last time you tried to dance like Jake you tripped and fell on your ass...then I almost fucked up my front teeth laughing on stage and biting on the Harmonica. I don't think so."

"Come on! It'll be fun...plus there's no one here that you know so there's no way anyone at Ann Arbor will know what you did here...the gloves are off and we can really get into it. Besides, haven't you thought to when we would bring the House down during the summer tours? We can still do it."

Unit thinks for a second while taking a pull from his third beer.

Unit: "If this flops, you get to be the barrier for all the thrown bottles and sushi."

"Deal."

Band takes another bottle to replace the drained one he had and goes back into the throng.

"Lovely!? It's a Go!"

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The doors open as Ant walks in dressed up as The Pub Landlord complete with Beer belt buckle, shaved head and a beautiful british pint. He then starts going round the room enthusiastically shaking hands and spilling his pint over everyone. He then goes to the bar, tops up his pint, and raises it into the air.

"CHEERS! Lets hear it for the beer! All hail to the ale! And welcome the wine.." Bows slighty. "..for the ladies."

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The LovelyAngel smiles and gives BandMan's Jake a big thumbs up. "Wonderful! You'll be on after me. The crew doesn't have all the equipment quite ready yet, but when they do, I don't think you'll be able to miss my performance. I'm rather loud!" The LovelyAngel glances down for the slightest moment as her cheeks flush a hint of crimson. Loud isn't one of her typical qualities.

The LovelyAngel's attention is then captured by a boisterous character who has entered the room, loudly proclaiming declarations in a British accent and shaking everyone's hand. With beer in hand he shouts, "CHEERS! Lets hear it for the beer! All hail to the ale! And welcome the wine...for the ladies."

The accent and the bald head have helped with the act, but the grand physique and sure movements of a space marine cannot be easily disguised. The LovelyAngel grins with recognition and walks over to the huge man. "Antenor! It's been ages! I'm so pleased to see you!" She gives the space marine a big hug -- then quickly steps back. Do space marines like getting hugs? She doesn't recall.


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The doors open once more as a short figure dressed all in tight black clothes walks in. However it seems odd that the newcomer arrives upside down and walking along the ceiling. The occasional whir and click can be heard from his costume as he balances along the support beams of the basement. Directly overhead the hostess, he peers up (or down in this case) and waves.

"Hello, madame. Thank you for the invite. Very nice costume by the way."

Wolfie continues his inverted walk along to the bar where he picks up a sealed bottle and begins pondering how to go about drinking while hanging from the cieling.


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