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At least someone had understood the ways he'd become used to in Halloweentown. Things topside weren't nearly as spooky but far more exciting than anything he'd seen down there. As much as he enjoyed being the Pumpkin King, there seemed to be much more than just the world he spent his afterlife in. All sorts of questions arose as he discovered the things that had changed, and a new curiosity was unlocked. "Ah, you see, it's the most magical thing," he explained using his hands as props to his story, dancing them through the air. "Little white specks fall from the sky, a tree is adorned with decor, and boxes sit beneath it that are opened on a very special morning." That was what he had discovered thus far but was relearning what this holiday had to offer. Jack couldn't explain why it called to him, hoping once he learned more about the time of year that would become clear. "A job? Always good to keep one busy," he hummed shoving his hands back into his pockets and shifting his weight onto his toes. "Is our Oogie being a good host? I certainly hope so." Especially seeing as though it was his hand that ended Jack's life, he wished to make sure the woman was being cared for.

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The already wide smile on her face only brightened as Jack’s theatrics continued in on his explanation of this most magical thing. And she did have to admit, everything he described did indeed sound intriguing, albeit a bit confusing, but she was sure that it would likely make more sense once the time came to actually celebrate this holiday. “It sounds wonderful,” she agrees, fully meaning it despite her lack of understanding what it all meant. At the change of topic to her roommate, Sally finds it actually quite easy to answer. “He is, actually. I don’t see him often, in all honesty - which is fine enough by me. And he has promised to keep my father away, if he dare to come back in search of me.” Which was really the selling point of staying with the man she had always heard such horrible things about. Their beliefs and morals hardly aligned with each other, but it was by his side where she was surprisingly the safest. “Do you know him well, though? I wasn’t aware that he knew anyone from home other than my father.”

#the worst is just around the bend ;; threads #jack

masteroffrights

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He was curious as to what these people knew about Halloween and what importance it had where he hailed from. At least they had put in some sort of effort but the Pumpkin King wasn't impressed. Most of the costumes were something he didn't recognize or more about showing skin than scaring the pants off someone. At least she understood what it was that the day brought, going as far as matching his own theatrics which brought his grin to its widest capacity. "I am glad to have found someone who sees things as they should be," he agreed. "Perhaps this town isn't ready for the Pumpkin King yet. They are still trying to convince me that this is what a skeleton looks like." The man took hold of a plastic prop that dangled nearby, glaring up at his as his face scrunched in confusion. When he was at his best bones this was certainly not what he looked like but assumed they had no interest in knowing their fault. "Maybe Christmas could use some Hallowscheer that we can spread to those near and dear," he hummed in thought and turned his attention back to the girl. "How are you enjoying your evening? What do you think of their little Halloween vision?"

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Another light laugh leaves her as Jack reaches over to take hold of the sorry excuse of a skeleton hanging right beside them. It indeed was quite pathetic really, but she supposed an actual set of bones strung together in the way they properly should be might be a bit much for these mortals to handle. Though Sally had only been in this realm for a short period of time, her experience so far has taught her that almost everything they knew about Halloween was dulled and watered down quite some bit. “No, I don’t think they’re quite ready for that yet,” she agrees, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side as he continues on, speaking of what she assumes must be another holiday of some sorts. “Christmas? I’m afraid I don’t know what that is,” she admits, only partially embarrassed at having no clue what he was talking about. It wasn’t something they had back home in Halloweentown and she had only been in this realm for a short period, it made sense that there would still be plenty of gaps in her understanding of the moral world. “Oh, it’s been alright. Getting out of the house and meeting new people has certainly been a highlight. Oryan arranged a job for me to start next week, so this feels like good practice mingling with mortals. Even if their Halloween vision is lacking tonight.”

#the worst is just around the bend ;; threads #jack

masteroffrights

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The party presented an opportunity to mingle and learn about this new world he'd found. Enough had changed where Jack was eager to see what this time had to offer him. While he was technically given a job, making sure Oryan didn't get into more trouble, he figured the ride along the way should be just as enjoyable. This hadn't been an official second chance at life but Jack was taking it like one. It also just so happened to be his favorite night of the year, when all of his creepiest and crawliest residents came to the surface. One of which included himself who was still observing everyone's costumes to take note of who hadn't put in any effort at all. It never ceased to amaze him how many people hadn't even tried to do anything original, putting on a suit and a mask that only covered their cheekbones then attempting to call it a costume.

That's what he had been busy scrutinizing when a voice rang him back. Jack knew her but found himself struggling for a name, hoping that a confident smile would forgive his forgetfulness. "A happy Halloween to you," he greeted giving a theatric bow to boot. The mention of their home made a chuckle trickle from his lips while his eyes shot back out into the crowd. "I haven't seen a single scare all night. It's like everyone forgets what this day is about." A disappointed head shake was given to the people who hadn't a clue that the Pumpkin King himself stood in their very midst. "I wish I could show them what a real fright is like but I don't think they could handle it," he half-joked, knowing his true form would send some running for the hills.

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Lifting the corner of her skirt, Sally bent downwards in a curtsy of her own in response to his bow, not thinking anything of the theatrics that were so common in their home realm. The humans that may be watching them would certainly think they were a strange pair, but this was simply the norm for their people. “They certainly have their own flair, I suppose you could say. The refreshments are quite nice, at least,” she offers, not wanting to fully bash on the way in which this world celebrated the holiday that was so special back in their home. Though if she saw what the rest of the human realm was like tonight, she likely wouldn’t be as kind. At least here at Hotel Transylvania there were a few monstrous and properly creepy and spooky sprinkled in amongst the average celebrations.

A light chuckle escapes her at his joke, though she knows there was some truth in how desperately Jack likely felt at wanting to do this night right. It was in their most basic being, the desire to celebrate Halloween the true and proper way they always have back in Halloweentown, but that didn’t mean any of the mortals or even monsters here in this realm were ready to handle it. “Perhaps we work our way up to a real fright. Start with small scares, every few days until next year they might be ready for the real deal,” she suggests. It’s a good thought, she likes to think, though she’s unsure how much Jack actually wants to stand out in this world. She herself was trying to do her best to blend in and hide as much as she could, so as not to somehow alert her father of her presence here. “If anyone can handle a task like getting humans into the proper Halloween spirit it’s certainly the Pumpkin King.”

#the worst is just around the bend ;; threads #jack

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For most mortals it seemed that these things they called horror films were supposed to be terrifying and filled with scares and well, horrors. Sold as being hard to watch and sometimes even chilling to the bone. But from the moment she had discovered one while flipping through different movie options, Sally has been hooked. They were the farthest thing from scary to her, instead feeling far more like a comforting hug from her hometown. If it were possible to bring these horror films back to Halloweentown, she knew all of the community would adore them. But for as much as she would want to do that, the risk of being caught by her father again was simply too big. So instead, she would just enjoy them herself, curled up on the couch with Nightshade.

When the door opened right as a young camper was being brutally murdered on the screen, perhaps anyone else would have been terrified, but Sally simply turned her head to the newcomer with ease. As an immortal creature, it was hard to really be worried for her own safety - the only thing that truly scared her was the thought of Dr. Finkelstein finding her here, but she knew that wasn’t a possibility while she was in Oogie’s home. So the possibility of a stranger breaking into the house was hardly of concern for her. “Oh. Hello, Landon,” she greets with a small tilt of her head at the sight of the younger boy making his way into the living room. Scratching at the top of Nightshade’s ears, she tired to think of what he might be doing here at a time like this. “Your uncle is not here, I’m afraid. And likely won’t be back for some time, if that is what you were looking for. I could leave a message for him, if you want. Though I do believe your cellular telephone device would likely reach him faster.”

#closed starter #the worst is just around the bend ;; threads #lock

closed starter for @masteroffrights location: hotel transylvania halloween party

It was very strange, seeing the holiday that she had spent every day of her life celebrating back home finally have its turn in the moral realm. This was Sally’s first official Halloween being spent anywhere other than Halloweentown itself, and she couldn’t deny how desperately it was making her miss the little world she once called home. Not that she wanted to be mean about the way in which the human’s were celebrating this day, but well, it was just all so lackluster in comparison to the basic day to day life she had been used to in the past. She had simply thought that they would go far bigger than this, even the hotel sanctuary for monsters seemed a bit dull compared to what she had been expecting. But that was fine, really - now she knew what it was like in the mortal realm and she would be better prepared for next year. Perhaps she might even have enough friends herself by then to have a party of her own, show the humans how to really do Halloween.

As for now though, she was simply attending the party as her roommate’s plus one. It was a bit dangerous, coming to the Hotel Transylvania knowing there was a chance her father could be here tonight, but so long as Oogie was around, she should be fine. That was the thought she kept reminding herself as she wandered around the party, slowly sipping on the punch that had been offered when they had first arrived. It wasn’t a surprise that she didn’t really know anyone here, having hardly made any friends outside of Oryan and his three little henchmen, but the sight of a familiar figure brings a spark of anticipation and she finds herself approaching him for the first time since she followed him to this world. “Hello Jack,” she greets softly once she’s by his side, her usual warm smile already in place as she looks up at him. Whether he would recognize her from their brief encounters back in Halloweentown, Sally wasn’t sure, but she felt it was best to at least try a conversation. “They certainly celebrate… differently here than back home, don’t they?”