smash_logs | HALLOWEEN SPOOKTACULAR & OKTOBERFEST? BEER AND PUMPKINS GALORE!

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!]

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"Excuse me," a blue haired boy (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YazwAPU8hNg/SxuU7IwKYAI/AAAAAAAAAqE/O6ZNaB4ryWs/s320/kaitochibi+aisukrimu.jpg) apologized as he inched by the knife wielding suit of armor.

"Hi Fox," Slippy greeted his friend before quirking his eyebrow. "Where are your pants?"

Leon probably wouldn't have recognized Slippy at all if his voice hadn't given it away.

"Birdbrain! Where's birdbrain?" The armored wierdo was trying so hard to stand sternly with his hands to the hips but that armor made it so hard!

He didn't notice that Fox was pantsless, but he really wish he hadn't heard that now. Perhaps he should leave. The lizard man himself could only hope he himself was at least wearing underwear beyond the armor.

"Whoah! Is that you, Leon?" Slippy asked in surprise. "Nice costume."

"My pants were taken by whatever put me in this costume. Your costume isn't half bad though, Slippy!"

That was Leon, oh no who gave him weapons.

"I haven't seen Falco yet myself."

"Who do you think I am?" Leon twirled the larger blade, but nearly dropped it since the armor made his movements awkward. "I'm not surprised that we're all in these ridiculous getups tonight, but If I had my tail on me, this suit would be chafing it right now."

Mewtwo's clothes (http://i54.tinypic.com/9hqi6o.jpg) were very similar to what he wears every day, but it was really the intention that counts.

"Evening gentlemen, what can I get you?"

A startled Slippy jumped back to avoid the falling weaponry.

"Well so-ree!" he grumbled while taking a seat. "If you're gonna ask, I haven't seen Falco around either."

He then turned his head toward Mewtwo and spoke to him in a more cheery voice. "Hi. I'll have some cider and one those Bretzel things."

"I'll have the, uhm, Reeeeiiberdatschi? And some mulled cider." Crazy foreign languages.

Fox turned back to the armored Leon.

"So what do you need Falco so urgently for anyways?"

"We have business," Leon shrugged. "And these things are plastic, Toad."

The armor then turned to Mewtwo while the large fake cleaver was dropped in front of Slippy.

"Just some Smirnoff is fine."

Slippy legs shot up hastily to avoid the cleaver. Plastic of not, it looked heavy.

"Be careful where you drop those!" he whined before letting out an exasperated sigh. "You're not gonna try to kill each other again, are you?"

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