THEY DID THE MASH

[mansionstaff]

Who: ERRYBODY
What: CURSES
Where: ALL OVER THE SCHOOL
When: Halloween night through November 7th.
Warnings: 2spooky.

It was a dark and stormy night--

Well, no. It wasn't. In fact, it was rather cool and clear, a perfect October evening for the perfect October celebration. Stars winked above, the choice accompaniment to the orange moon looming overhead. Tonight. Tonight would be a party.



But just as the sun begins to set, the sound of cackling can be heard ringing through campus, the harbinger of what could only be described as Halloween Shenanigans.

Woe betide those that fell into her path.

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[paletteknife]

Mary knew people were getting older, but she hadn't heard anything about the opposite yet. But no matter what age she was, the sound of crayons gliding over paper always called out to her, and it wasn't long before she was standing over Garry, hands clasped behind her back.

...This child's hair... Why would anybody else want to wear that? It was bad enough that one person sported that colour and style. Who was this kid, anyway?

"Hmm... You're good."

[rookies_and_rosebuds]

Um hey, 80% of that is his natural hair color. DEAL WITH IT. He was born with it. And it's fabulous, screw you.

But hey, it's not like he knows who you are anyway, Mary.

So he turned and smiled so very bright. Someone said his art was good! This was great for an artist! What was it called? Critke. Crit-...critique.

"Thank you, Miss Lady! I've been practicing!"

[paletteknife]

Miss Lady. She didn't want to be a lady. She wanted to be a girl. Ladies were old and boring and didn't get to do fun stuff like colouring.

She knelt beside Garry, picking up a blue crayon and rolling it between her fingers. "Call me Mary instead, okay?"

[rookies_and_rosebuds]

"Mary...? That's a nice name, okay Mary."

He looked at your fingers as you played with the crayon.

"Do you like drawing too?"

[paletteknife]

"Yeah. I'm pretty good at it, too."

Just kidding: Even as an adult, she didn't have any more experience with it than she did a few days ago. But as far as she was concerned, there was no room to improve on perfection.

"Let's draw together. What's your name?"

[rookies_and_rosebuds]

"Really? Yay! That'll be so much fun!!"

Garry got up and bounced with little boy joy. Someone wants to draw with him! Maybe they can model each other! That's what Grandpa likes to do!

Garry handed her some crayons and lots of paper, smiling very brightly.

"Garry! I'm Garry!"

[paletteknife]

Oh. So this kid didn't just look like Garry...

She was old. He was young. She didn't understand just how it happened, but Mary very quickly developed the idea that somehow it was his fault. He stole her youth somehow. He made her grow up so he could do fun kid things with Ib instead, didn't he?

The crayon snapped between her fingers.

"...Oops. Sorry, Garry."

[rookies_and_rosebuds]

Oh...Garry looked at the crumpled blue crayon. Suddenly, Garry felt weird. Was it the lady? Was it the crayon?

He frowned for a moment but tried to snap out of it. Seriously, what was that?

"That's okay! I've got many more crayons!"

Hands you some. See he has no idea what is up here.