HALLOWEEN SPOOKTACULAR & OKTOBERFEST? BEER AND PUMPKINS GALORE!

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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

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I wanted to make it up to you.

[He indifferently more like haughtily lights his nth cigar for the night. A few remains are discarded in the ashtray.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

Yevgeny...

[He reaches over to place a hand on the big man's leg]

It was only for a little bit. I spend most of my time with you anyways.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[He pulls his leg away from his hand, even though well, there really isn't a terrible lot of places for him to move away.]

Fool me once, Ivan...

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[Tsk.]

... They're trust worthy. It's just Giovanni, Miller, and Goose...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

So was Ocelot.

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[Ouch.]

We.. don't know for sure though. About him.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I raised the child and he took after me.

You cannot trust anyone in this world, Ivan. I should not even be trusting you.

[Those narrowed eyes are far from warm.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[Just as bad as Stalin himself. Raikov sighs and sits back in his chair]

I'd like to think this place is a little different from back home...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

A false sense of security is the first mistake.

[He stands.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

.. I'm sorry, Yevgeny, but I'm not going to live my life being paranoid of everyone. There are decent people out there... Being here has shown me that.

When you were gone, my friends made sure I was alright.. because they knew I was upset.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

You're a fool.

That is what they always do: They lure you, until you can't see the knife when they place it in your back. I did not live as long I has had, taking every invitation I could.

There are assassins in this world. Have you forgotten about that American agent that could have easily slit your throat like he had done to some of my men? Did you not think that the uniform he stole was why he did not kill you? Mere preservation of his disguise!

[The party is winding down about now. He is leaving.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[Lol. That is what he did to Volgin.. Lure him. Seduce him. But he wanted Volgin alive. A dead Volgin meant he was fucked over, and not in the good way. He gets up and follows after the larger man]

It's not like I instantly trust everyone..! I don't. I'm careful of who I speak with.

And Big-er.. Snake isn't here. Just his.. son. Who I haven't spoken to in months.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

What will it take for you to learn? [His voice drifted with the stream of smoke from his cigar.] Will it take me finding you dead?

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

Zhenya... Why can't you see that not everyone is out to get you? What do people have to gain from me, anyways? I don't have anything special.. No one knows much of my military background, if at all...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Watch me, Ivan. When I put my guard down...!

What about me? I am on public record! The Shagohod has been declassified. What will become of me when they find out I'm alive? I hired aides to perform my business at the Kremlin for a reason. Do you think I should be outside with a face like this?!

[He might have whirled around for effect, all of his hulking self facing Raikov.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

But it's 2010. All that happened 50 years ago. I doubt anyone is actually alive from the incident anyways. Khrushchev was taken out of office shortly after your death... and Brezhnev and Kosygin both made sure the incident was never known of. They exiled everyone involved to South America... including me.

I don't know how your information and the Shagohod's project got leaked on to the internet...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I do not know how either, and I wish it had not. They have information about me on record, the American operation against me, everything of importance.

They must not know I am alive here at this school, do you understand?

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[Raikov places a hand on Volgin's chest as he lookes up at him]

Of course I do. I'm fairly certain, despite your information being public, the people here haven't bothered to look for it.. or care.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[He pushes Raikov's hand off.]

But that spy! That filthy whore! She is here!

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[A slight pout]

Yes, yes, I know. She hasn't done anything yet though - and if she's smart, it'll stay that way.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Yet.

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

I could ask around about her recent activities...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Very well.

[With that, he turns around and continues on his way, buzzed from the alcohol intake, but it was steady tonight and he is not drunk. He is heading in the direction to leave the Cafe.]

[majorcrotchgrab.livejournal.com]

[... That's it? Raikov puffs out his cheeks and follows after him like a baby chick]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Yep, it seems. He continues without skipping a beat, out of the party with the rest of the trickle as it is in its waning stages.]