HALLOWEEN SPOOKTACULAR & OKTOBERFEST? BEER AND PUMPKINS GALORE!

[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

Who: EVERYONE!
What: Journal Cafe Log.
Where: The Cafe!
When: October 29th.
Warnings: DRUKEN PEOPLE, DEAR READER.

Ahh Friday the 29th! It's not quite like Friday the 13th, but it's the perfect day to have a festival of spookiness and one celebrating German sausages and beer, right? Bob is looking for an excuse to get wasted going to celebrate with a traditional feast!

The destination? The quaint little place that just happened to be owned by Arceus and Kyle also known as 'Monsier Kyle's Cupcakes'. The theater turned cafe, turned theater again for this night, where the stage stood proudly behind black and orange curtains. Candles floated in the air everywhere instead of the usual lights. The tables arranged with tasteful cloth sheets and huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling (which you couldn't see thanks to a smoke machine (or at least it was hopefully a smoke machine) right above your head. Be careful not to bump your head!

Yet let's not forget that not only is it Halloween Spooktacular, it's also an homage to Oktoberfest! And while you'd think that the thousand of candles would make this place unbelievable hot, it's rather comfortable and cold. In fact that's not what's hot. It's the sausages! The thousands of them! Sausages as far as the eye can see, of all sizes, shapes and varieties from sour to spicy to bacon-filled. Cabbages, sauerkraut and sauces! Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatschi (potato pancakes what do you mean I stole these from wikipedia) exploding from all sides of the kitchen. Oh and Bretzels they're made with real Brets bigger than your fist or even your HEAD! And the Beer. There is beer. EVERYWHERE. BEER. For those who are under the age of 19, we have non-alcohol beverages available (okay okay, it's juice). Grape, Pear, Strawberry, Cherry, you can drink them and pretend you're having an awesome time as the adults and some even almost taste like wine and beer! But really, don't you wish you were 19 like the rest? Hahahaha too bad.

Your waiters are dressed appropriately. But due to the nature of the game, sometime they come out to serve you dressed like this, sometimes, the building gets tired of that and they suddenly have a Halloween costume! You never know what might happen (...and neither do they, admittedly).

MAGICAL THINGS ARE AFOOT. For you see, the minute you enter the building, a fog envelopes you and suddenly! Poof! You're in a Halloween costume! What is it? It's MAGIC! Handy right? Forget having to spend hours for that perfect hairdo, at least tonight you'll be a perfect costume, without regards to budget. It is merely what your imagination. Besides, even someone like Bob is mischievous this time of the year.

There is music playing that changes between traditional German Songs and something a little more Halloweeeny.

Bob herself is dressed up appropriately. Well, you think? She seems to change costumes everytime she talks to someone else or she moves behind a well concealed pole or door. How does she do that? And Kyle seems to be dressed up as some sort of cook. A rather simple costume, it almost fits in the fact they are in a kitchen. What's odd is there are red peppers floating all around him..

As for Flurrie? She is prepared for the night in the only way she knows how. Boobs.

Come on in! Be merry! Enjoy your new costume! Get Drunk! Eat Sausages! Tell Scary Stories! Celebrate! Have Pumpkin Pie!

[OOC - Feel free to start out threads with your dudes doing things if you'd like. Mingle with each other, sometimes there will be special threads like Flurrie's stories to tell after dark, or bobbing for apples, or sausage feasts. Take a seat, let the waiters come to you, Imagine your dudes in the most terrible of costumes!]

Comments

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

"I feel like I've lost a lot of weight!" He pointed to his skeletal head. "Could be this new skinless diet. What about you, princess?"

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

Skinless...what. "It's a costume, isn't it?" She felt a little silly asking, but one could never be too sure.

"I'm doing well, at any rate."

[swordonfire.livejournal.com]

It seems fate is a cruel mistress, dear readers, because Meta Knight, too, was somehow also thrust into a costume that leaves little to the imagination (http://darkentriesdjd.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/he-man.jpg)! Ho-ho, how the tables have turned. He didn't feel as awkward about it after seeing Ganondorf and Zelda squeezed into equally revealing outfits, though.

"...Hello." Man this wig was kind of itchy. "Do you mind if I join you?"

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

Oh Meta Knight.

Oh my.

That was quite a wig he was wearing. And quite a...little else. But he was certainly more welcome company than Ganondorf. She pushed out a chair for him. "Of course not. Have a seat."

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

Well this was certainly something.

"That wig is horrible."

[swordonfire.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He sat down and kind of really wished he was wearing a little more clothing. "I can't seem to take it off," Meta Knight tugged on his ridiculous wig to prove his point. ALAS...

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

"I think it's fine." Zelda said, smiling at Meta Knight and reaching out to put a stray blonde wig hair back in place. "It is Halloween, after all."

Besides, G-Man, you were wearing a skull mask you were certainly not one to talk.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Wooop what's this all about then. Looks like a table full of mostly naked people. This must be the place where all the mostly naked people are sitting. Well, Max is a mostly naked person, what with that leather underwear-red-cape-helmet ensemble thing going on.

"Hey," said Max as he came up. "Most of you are stuck not wearin' much either, too, huh? Who's the skull guy... who's taller'n me...?"

There are literally two people at school taller than you, Max. This should not be hard to tell.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

A server has arrived! He used to be skipping around asking people what they wanted in lederhosen, but the night had transformed our familiar angel into a vampire kid. Don't worry! It's just a costume! But how did his wings get to look so realistically batty?

"Good evening, everyone! Are you enjoying the decorations? Hey, nice costumes!" He smiled brightly, baring a pair of white fangs. His eyes seemed to be locked especially on Zelda in all her She-Ra glory. "Zelda, you're... very very beautiful! Um, what can I get all of you?" His pad is at the ready!

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

Sorry Max, the arrival of their server meant Skeletor Ganondorf was going to be a douche to everyone. So you know, the usual.

"Yes I would like to order your biggest sausages. The juiciest, roundest ones. The bigger and plump, the better. Get some for the entire table. Oh, and beer. Whatever you have that gets you drunk pretty fast."

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

Zelda took one look at Max and immediately had to avert her eyes. This table was just getting more and more awkward by the second, especially when she opened her mouth to ask Pit for another drink and Ganondorf ordered for the entire table.

"Ah...I'm not sure that's a good idea."

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

"I love sausages," said Max, totally making it worse for Zelda. "I could eat like twenty. But I don't think gettin' me drunk is a good idea you should probably just, you know, root beer for me."

You probably do not want a sobbing, weeping, mostly naked Max crying on your shoulder, Zelda.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Dutifully Pit scribbled down the simple request, tongue playing with one of the fake fangs. Finished, he piped, "Okay! Coming right up! So it's strong beer, the biggest, juiciest sausages, and some root beer for the Max." He laughed to himself, then said, "Max, your costume is the best, by the way."

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, kid," answered Max. "Your wing thing's pretty good, too. Don't know how you managed that one. But the leather underwear ain't that enjoyable. Sorta... don't breathe, you know? Chafes. I told Lash earlier I'd rather wear one of Ganondorf's speedos if I had to pick. No offense."

No offense, bro.

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

Zelda choked on her sip of water.

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

"My speedoes are pretty comfortable."

None taken.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit was going to ask Zelda if she was okay, but he didn't want to embarrass her in front of everyone else. Why was she sitting with these guys, anyway? Well, okay, Ganondorf. Since he was kind of excessive. And so, he skipped off to bring them what they desired.

[swordonfire.livejournal.com]

META KNIGHT... SAID NOTHING. He looked almost as mortified as Zelda and took an oblivion-seeking pull from his glass of water, as if it would wash away the scarring and sort of emasculating image of Max and his Leather Underpants.

It did not.

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

Zelda coughed a few times until she felt out of the immediate danger of choking. Meta Knight excluded, this was not really the way she wanted to spend her cafe time. She watched Pit skip off, and then sighed heavily, trying to get her mind off Leather Underpants and Ganondorf Speedoes.

It was terribly unsuccessful.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Well, somebody had to say something.

"Hey, uh, Metaknight, that's you, right? It's sorta hard to tell usually when you teach you're that little ball guy and you're wearin' a wig right now but anyway, yeah. How much do you bench? You've got some good definition, but you could get another five, six inches on your arms, easy, ten, twelve on your chest. You ever think of havin' a liftin' program? I could set you up if you wanted."

Max what are you doing.

[swordonfire.livejournal.com]

Max what are you doing.

"...I beg your pardon?"

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

"How much do you bench?" asked Max.

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

Don't mind Ganondorf, he was pretty much eating popcorn at this point.

[swordonfire.livejournal.com]

SHUT UP SKELETONHEAD AT LEAST META KNIGHT STILL HAS SKIN.

"What? Benches...?" Please, beer, get here faster. "--Oh. I don't know."

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

"You don't... know?" Max and his muscles stare into your soul.

"You don't know how much you can bench?" Max asks incredulously. "Are you sure? You just don't know? Really? Like, what's the biggest thing you can lift?"

The beer will never get here in time.