Double ugh! Extorting sweetmeats from the populace went well enough—with Sigyn’s wheelbarrow, we made quite a haul—and I was content with a productive evening. But noooo! Sigyn has wheedled and cajoled me into attending a party. Forced socializing.
I’d rather chew broken glass.
I can only hope that the refreshments are good and that everyone else’s costume looks stupider than mine.
Looks like we’re some of the first to arrive. The decorations leave a lot to be desired and I don’t see any refreshments at all. I’m already ready to leave.
A: “Guten Abend, Sigyn! Und guten Abend, Loki.”
S: “Doktor Arnold? Remus? Is that you? Your costumes are so cute!”
L: “I’m glad to see you, Arnold. Your silly bomb get-up makes my sparkly pajamas look downright dignified.”
S: “Tony! That has to be you! You make a fantastic Dalek!”
TS: "Pepper wouldn't let me wear the Iron Man armor. At least this way I still get to swan around in a red tin can."
"EXTERMINATE!!"
"Hey, Cap! The party's this way! Come on in!"
CA: “Hi, guys. Happy Halloween.”
S: “Hee hee hee hee! Steve, you look so cute!”
L: “It’s official. I’m in Hel.”
S: “T’Challa! You’re a kitty!”
BP: “Indeed. Greetings, Sigyn. You look lovely.”
S: “And Muffy! You look great. But who are you supposed to be?”
M: “I tried to think of the scariest person I know. I’m Pepper Potts in CEO mode.”
L: “Keep your paws off my cape, you loathsome primate.”
R: <chittering>
CA: “Hey! Great chicken get-up, Hawkeye!”
H: “Bwaaak! And I brought the Spider Kid.”
SM/PP: “Hi, guys! Look! I’m a caterpillar!”
S: “And, Bruce! You make a very convincing turtle.”
BB: “Yeah. It just seemed sort of natural to go with green.”
L: “Rocket. I should have known you’d turn up if there was food. There isn’t any, actually, but here you are anyway. I see you didn’t put a lot of effort into a costume.”
R: “What do you mean? This is the perfect costume. I’m R. J. You know–the handsome one from Over the Hedge?”
L: “And Thor. Don’t think I don’t recognize you under all that fake squirrel fur. Who or what are you supposed to be?”
T: “I am the mighty Hammer…er, Hammy, also from Over the Hedge.”
L: “And you thought “demented squirrel” was a good choice because—?”
T: “I was with Rocket and the costume shop was running a two-for special.”
L: “Norns’ nighties, Thor. You’re such an idiot.”
CA: “Bucky! You made it!”
<snort!> What's with the pink hoodie, Murder Boy?
BB: “Left things ’til the last minute. This was all they had.”
Well, it is very fetching. I shall EXTERMINATE you last.
Everyone: “Quill!” “Peter!” “Star Lord!”
Q: “Wow. Um. I know this is… uh… a girly tennis Smurfette outfit or something, but…It’s dress-up day, right? So I figured, go with an opposite, because I’m, uh, very manly and… Hey! I brought a mix tape! Anybody want to dance?”
L: Someone please kill me now.
to be continued…
