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… exclaimed Chelsea as she walked into the party, her footwear flopping against the floor.

Lemon, in a witch’s hat and dress, looked worriedly at her partner’s flippers on her feet. “Don’t you think you should at least change your choice of footwear?”

Chelsea, with an anglerfish mask over her head and a ghillie suit over her body, turned around. “Too late for that now!” She waddled towards the food.

Lemon shrugged, watching her go. “Alright then.” She then followed.

((Heyo! I decided to try RPing again! Lemon is a rat from the Sonic continuum and Chelsea is an Inkling from the Splatoon continuum. Edit: made an error on the mask, so I deleted part of a sentence.))

Leonidas nodded solemnly to the newly introduced pair. "Leonidas of the Dark Angels, currently in the garb of one Admiral Dozle Zabi of the Principality of Zeon." "Your disguise is well made, Ferrux. I would not have suspected you to be a dragon," he rumbled. Sammy facepalmed at this. "And...Greek? Did you mean Grecian? I was once told my name was taken from a Grecian hero of the ancient days." As Ialthos spoke the words 'Knight-Errant', the Space Marine's brow furrowed in slight confusion. He doesn't appear to be a Knight Titan. He shrugged again. "I was, long ago, a knight of sorts myself. In a way, I never stopped being one."

Seeing that his partner was unsure what to say beyond that, Sammy cleared his throat. "I'm Sammy. Sammy McLeod, home canon is Gundam Build Fighters. Right now I'm dressed as Quatre Raberba Winner from Mobile Suit Gundam Wing--a similar canon that existed as an anime series in my setting." He grinned. "I like to think that I pass for Quatre pretty well other than my eyes being the wrong color. Also...Ialthos, are you dressed as a knight or are you actually a knight? Because I don't think you said what your costume is."

"See?" said Ferrux, jumping back out of the way of the pair. "Now if I had that guy's build, I really might look like Iskandar!"

"Indeed you would," noted Ialthos. "...And while I've only had minor diplomatic experience, I'm pretty sure you never say that sort of thing to anyone you've just met. Ever."

"...Oh. Ah... right." Ferrux looked briefly abashed, but it didn't stick; he'd never been abashed for longer than 0.5 seconds in his life. "Anyways, Hallo the to the both of you! I'm Ferrux, fearsome dragon currently pretending to be Japan's vision of a Greek hero. Whatever "Japan" and "Greek" are..."

"They're countries in World One, you goof," Ialthos said. "Anycase, I'm Ialthos, Knight-errant-or-something-like-that-I-guess and resident voice of reason! Who're you?"

...He didn't do anything else, just... blinked.

"Hi!" said Tom, smiling broadly at the children who had just appeared. "What's up with you two... scouts, innit?"

"I would not know," said Thoth, flatly. "I am not, however, a Titan. I am an Astartes. Although at present, I am dressed as a Dragonrider. What is it that you two children desire of me?"

((Thoth had no idea how to handle this situation. Can you tell?))

Two boys dressed as Scouts a la Attack on Titan went barreling through the crowd. Nine-year-old Henry Robinson was taller and skinnier than his ten-year-old friend, Ian Thomas Horowitz, and he used that to his advantage in order to slip between people, even if they were really standing too close together.

"'Scuse me! Pardon me! Coming through!" he called out, grinning. He was Eren Jaeger. He was flying through the air with his ODM gear, swinging through the narrow city streets, ready to whip out his sword and slice into anything that got in his way!

He didn't have a real sword, of course, and he wasn't planning to hit anybody with his pretend one—he would be SO dead if his mom found out—but that wasn't the point. The point was he was free and fast and unstoppable.

Until something, or rather someone, caught his eye and he skidded to a stop. He backed up a few steps and looked up—and up, and up some more—at the giant man in what he was pretty sure was a dragonrider's flight jacket. "Whoa," he said. He looked back the way he'd come, found his friend in the crowd, and called to him. "Ian! Hey, Ian! Come over here!"

Ian caught up, puffing a little with the effort of going around groups Henry had simply gone through. "Dangit, you're too fast," he complained. "What?"

"Do you see this guy?" Henry gestured. He was pretty sure they were far enough away not to be noticed gawking.

"Whoa," Ian echoed. Then he grinned. "Is he a Titan? Do we hafta go for the nape?"

(( I think Ian was technically adopted at some point, but then nothing ever came of it and I don't remember who adopted him, so I'm borrowing him again. If that person turns up and wants to take over, I'm all for it! ))

This rumbling proclamation from the towering posthuman did little to discourage his young human companion. “Leonidas. We’ve already been over this. As far as I know, Dozle Zabi is the only character from the franchise with a build remotely similar to yours.”

The Space Marine, the one the (much) smaller of the two Agents referred to as Leonidas, shrugged his massive shoulders. The oversized uniform of a Zeon officer seemed to be struggling to contain the warrior’s powerful form, as if at any moment he might erupt from it as a wild creature more beast than man. “Very well, Samuel. Who are you impersonating again?

“Just call me Sammy, I really don’t mind,” answered the gold-haired human boy at his side. The youth’s gray eyes peered up at his counterpart through a pair of pilot’s goggles. “I’m Quatre, remember? Pilot of the Gundam Sandrock?” The gleam of excitement in Sammy’s eyes touched a buried memory and the Space Marine’s flint-hard gaze softened slightly. "Very well..let's go." With that, they wandered into the room.

Kat glared at her brother, one hand on the door handle.

“I’m not sulking! I’m being in character!” Edward was dressed as a zombie, and he was walking like one too: arms stretched out in front, staggering from side to side.

“Don’t be silly! Just because I dragged you to this party doesn’t mean you can act stupid! I don’t know about you, but I’m here to have fun and socialise, not to have an embarrassing brother trailing after me!”

“I’m hardly the most embarrassing person in HQ. Anyway, this is a complete waste of time.”

“Shut up,” said Kat, adjusting her witch’s hat with one free hand. “How do I look?”

“Like my sister.”

Kat rolled her eyes, pushed open the door and stepped through. Edward lurched after her, hissing “Brains...”

“I said, shut up!”

...said Thoth, adjusting his costume.

Tom shrugged, his grey cloak obscuring his face. "Hey, you can probably blame Derik somehow. I certainly would. Just avoid offering anyone Mjød this time. The residual smell of the vomit hung around for quite some time."

"Very well." said Thoth. "I do not wish to see this costume ruined in any case. It took significant effort to get it in the proper size." The fur-lined jacket he was wearing looked it: while it was cleanly stitched enough, it appeared just a bit ad-hoc. There were more seam lines than might be expected, as was required to fit a Astartes' frame.

"Hey, I had to put in some effort too!" Tom waved the implement in his hand, so as to draw attention to it. "I had to find a distaff! I didn't even know what a distaff was when I started doing this!"

"And I had to research anything about this uniform that the novels did not reference."

Tom squinted at Thoth. "And what possessed you to want to go as a Dragonrider anyways?"

"It's what I've been reading of late. Care for some Klah?" The tone of that response made it clear Thoth wasn't getting any more information.

--

In another corner of the party, two men were engaged in an argument.

"I don't look like him!"

"You absolutely do."

"I don't at all! The build's off, I tell you, not to mention the hair!"

"Then why'd you go as him?"

"Because everyone says I look like him!"

Ialthos grinned. "You're not getting out of this one that easy, dragon."

Ferrux, laughed, his eyes twinking. "Oh, really, then? Well then I guess I can do... this!" He planted a large hand atop Ialthos' head, rubbing it back and forth through his hair.

"Aaaugh! Stop that!" cried the knight. But he was smiling as he said it. "I'm too tall, and not even in the right costume for that to make sense!"

"We could have gone as a pair, you know..."

"Please. You can pull of Iskandar easy, but if you think I could do Il-Melloi II, you're out of your mind."

"And what is your costume, anyways?" asked Ferrux (who, despite what he might claim, could put on a decent show as The King of Conquerers if you didn't look too closely).

Ialthos puffed out his chest in mock pride, pulling his mottled green cloak close around himself. "I," he said, "am the formidable Ranger, Halt."

"...Huh. Why that?"

"You know how everyone says you look like Iskandar?"

"Yeah..."

"Everyone says I'm a discount Ranger."

((Yes, I've brought in two groups this year. Meet Tom and Thoth, once again, and for those of you who haven't yet, meet Ferrux the Dragon (presently in human form) and Sir Ialthos! I trust you'll find them pleasant enough.))

Ix stopped just inside the doorway, nervously gripping the hilt of her rapier. "I'm starting to have second thoughts."

Charlotte gently tugged Ix farther into the room with one hand, using the other to keep the skirts of her red gown off the floor. "I'm sure," she said firmly. "Your mask isn't going to fall off this time—you'll be fine." She paused, then reached up to adjust the black bandanna on Ix's head. "Though hold still for a bit. You tied it crooked."

Ix's mouth quirked up in a smile. "As you wish," she said, and offered Charlotte her arm. The pair set off towards the snacks table, Ix feeling significantly more confident about this year's Halloween party than the last.

The annual PPC Halloween party was slowly ramping up. In the back, tables were piled high with candies, cakes, and more substantial food for those feeling responsible; the punch gave off an eerie green glow. There was an array of tables filling about half the room, at which several agents were sitting and talking. Technician Tomash had just finished setting up the jack-o-lantern speakers, which had been dug out of a closet somewhere for the occasion, and was now off hiding in a corner somewhere.

knocks antlers on door frame, swears in Irish --ah, don't mind me. How are you so good at computers?

I've only got one character right now, so feel free to ask Intern/Agent-in-training Alantha some questions!

Folks don't usually check the T-Board regularly, so I'd recommend making a Board thread announcing that you've started this.

This is a thread for playing Charge the Sue, a game I just made up!

To begin a game of Charge the Sue, someone must reply to this thread by saying something along the lines of "Name of hypothetical Sue, you are charged with the following:". Anyone who participates in that specific Sue's game can reply to that post by listing exactly one charge. It can be anything from "Being a Mary Sue" to something completely exotic and unlikely to be seen on any charge list. You cannot post twice in a row on the same game, but you can post in multiple games and you can post more than once in a game as long as the posts are not consecutive. Please do not consider already-added charges in your post, because we want to have some fun with this. In fact, try to make the charge lists silly, incoherent, and hilarious to your heart's content!

After a charge list has become long enough, any agent can close the thread by providing the final charge and choosing to sentence the Sue to death by any sufficiently ironic means.

Please don't specify which agent is doing the charging.

Let us begin!

It will also le me have a fine cadre to ask you about your seduction arsenal, this threesome you're planning with agents Webb and Ix... (And hopefully I'll be a demonstration target for said arsenal... Did I said this out loud? Holy Skeeter, I hope not)

Avenge me! Fire merciless articles, and most above all, get prime pictures of this outrage done to journalism!

You have such scintillating turns of phrase. Do you stay this eloquent when you're being, ah, seduced yourself?

You're misinformed again, by the way. I don't have any interest in breaking up Ix and Charlotte--quite the opposite. I even think they work pretty well as a couple! I'm just happy to get involved in any way they'd like me to be.

As for those drinks...can you get to Rudi's an hour from now? Unless you'd be more comfortable in my RC (although, to be practical for a second, I don't keep the largest selection of alcohol in here. I guess it just depends on how interested you are in the actual drinks!)

Do let me know.

I'll just ask my colleagues to go talk to several people quickly... And prepare a special edition, for that matter.

I'm the one asking the questions! Especially the ones about the fact the ruthless seducer who has been trying to break a recently wed couple is now the one on the receiving end for being used in a relationship!

...Also, when can we have these drinks, please?

After that, I fell back into alcoholism and turned to male agents for comfort in a long string of one-night stands.

We can skip the drinks, if you like. I'm pretty flexible.

Also very much still with Zeb, by the way. Who hasn't come nearly as close as I have to anything with Jack Harkness...

I have to say, though, I'm surprised you're not more interested in trying to imply things about me and a whole bunch of other people, not just Zeb and you. Would that be because they're true?