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"And there might have been something like whatever this is in our history somewhere, but we did not have it in the maths from what I know." Peregrin clarified.

"Now, all I have managed to gather is that Haloween involves costumes, scary things, and candy. These seem ... rather unrelated. Bridge me over, please."

"Sure, I'll take you to skolliwoll. Only you'll need to supply the raw eggs, the calmaga, and the firecrackers."

"Hm." Numbuh 3721 stroked her chin. "I'm torn, actually. A world with no Halloween . . . this sad fellow has grown up lacking a critical childhood experience. Perhaps it would be correct for us to . . . make up for the lost time, as one might say?"

Harry shrugged. "Long as it involves like side-eight sladkies, I'm for it."

Anne smiled at Ami. "Very nice costume idea! I'm Anne." She turned an airy, emotionless expression on Chris. "Well, we're from the Nursery. Originally, I come from Goosebumps. Numbuh 3721 is former Kids Next Door, and she's wearing her old battle suit. Harry's from A Clockwork Orange, but he didn't dress from his home world. Some of us just snuck in to that new R-rated It movie. Harry liked it quite a bit."

(Sorry for long response times; in retrospect, a character who speaks Nadsat was a terrible, terrible idea altogether.)

"I don't think I ever introduced myself. I'm Ami Seeker, a My Little Pony unicorn. Chris said the theme this year was enduring characters, so I cast a spell to look like Epona. She's Link's horse from various Zelda games."

"Where are you guys from, anyway?" asked Chris. "I guess the silverware hat is supposed to be a clue but I'm drawing a blank. I'm from the Pokémon verse, myself. I almost went as James Bond, but my partner Miguel wouldn't let me wear his suit." He pouted. "Killjoy."

"It is possible that I might never understand." he continued, voice returning to its usual tone. "Maybe the old saying is true and the progress of holidays, like that of the sciences, is measured in funerals. We ancient ones do become productively set in our thoughts.". Peregrin gave a bit of a chuckle at that for some reason that was not readily apparent.

"Then again, I know rather little of this holiday. My home did not have it." he said. "So thereby I bid you teach, that I might become taught."

The formality was ruined by a muttered "Note, learn English to confirm usefulness of translator on fixed phrases." a moment later.

"All right, four contestants, I'll be judging, anyone else joining?" said Tom. "In addition, do we give a handicap to the mortals?"

"I vote against," said Thoth, earning him a glare frim Tom.

Anne smiled at the pony, ignoring her partner. "It's supposed to be like what Gabe and Sari wore to Egypt in The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb. They're two of the heroes from my home continuum!"

Harry and Numbuh 3721 glared at Gandalf!Peregrin. The girl said, "No, you certainly aren't us. You're an adult, which means you aren't capable of grasping the truly fun aspects of this holiday. Or of candy-binging. Why don't you go check the table for boring foods? I bet they'll have some nice broccoli over there for adults." Harry snickered.

Or, more accurately, a nearby agent dressed in a big pointy hat and gray cloak who was carrying a long staff. This, combined with the long ragged white beard Peregrin had already had, made him look rather like Gandalf.

"We have plotholes. That is, arbitrarily large amounts of candy, if you happen to think that is a good idea. I would not recommend it, but, well, I am not you."

A skinny young man in a dark blue suit and brown coat walked up to the kids, grinning. "I agree with the kid in the silverware hat, candy's really the best part of Halloween. Certainly the only part I ever paid attention to. I'm Chris, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

"I love your costumes," said a mid-sized brown horse. "Someday I'd like to try making one of my own, but when you have illusion magic you don't really need to. Tell me--" she turned to the girl in khakis "--are you dressed as anyone in particular or just a generic explorer?"

A woman bounded up to the armored giant and grinned up at him. It was a long way up: although the Thanagarian hawk helm she wore granted her an extra few inches, in reality she was all of 5'4". But she wasn't in the habit of letting petty things like reality slow her down. "I like your style, brother," she remarked. "You look like you could pose a challenge. I'm so in. And—" She turned around and shouted. "Derik! Come on!"

A Green Lantern with lacy scars extending above and below his domino mask on the right side pushed his way over and eyed the gathering skeptically. By the looks of the glass in his hand, he was already a leg up on thematic pumpkin spice ale. "This is a bad idea."

"He's in, too," Gall chirruped sweetly. "You wouldn't believe the way this man can drink when he's got a mind."

(( I don't know how much time I'll have to participate, but if I drop out at some point, you may assume that Normal Humans Derik and Gall put up a valiant fight, but have absolutely zero chance of actually winning, handicap or no. Oh, and Gall is probably gonna hit on Thoth a bit, cuz Viking, and I'm sure he'll appreciate that just so much. g ))

"What a like zallky vecher! Starry shoots can't do the Hallows proper."

Anne, dressed in khakis, sandals, and pith helmet, blinked. "I'm pretty sure I agree . . . You said grown-ups suck at parties, right?"

Harry nodded and glowered, which accented the angry expression of his evil clown makeup in a frightening way. "A vecher ought to be all gromky and grahzny. Not just like jabberjaw and paper dooks. Back in the old globe, I would see gullivers getting cracked in and cables all a-razrez." He savagely mimed a cutting motion.

Anne looked away, wide-eyed. "Then again, grown-up parties do have some charms."

"Humph! Hardly. Halloween is defined by the Kids Next Door as a kids-only holiday. " Numbuh 3721 crossed her arms. She wore the traditional battle helmet of the KND, composed of kitchenware. "This overt takeover by adults is nothing more than a flagrant attempt on our candy intake, thinly disguised as an excuse to have boring chatter with each other."

The three kids stood for an awkward moment.

"Of course," said Anne, "we're just standing here talking, too."

They stood for another, much more awkward, moment.

"True enough," admitted Harry.

Numbuh 3721 pointed dramatically at the long table of sweets. "Kids Next Door: candy station!"

He craned his neck very unsubtly in an attempt to see what was going on.

The Aviator rocked back on her heels. Her face felt very hot, but she squeezed the Detective's hand in return. "Good to know," she said, looking down at Elanor. The Time Tot was more interested in trying to chew on her shoes than anything else at that moment. "We should, erm, probably head back to our partners, then?"

"Ah," he said at last, realization dawning. It had never occurred to him that someone might not be comfortable leaving things in such a nebulous state, but if something definitive was what the Aviator needed, he thought, he could adapt.

"This thing," he said, realizing that none of what he'd thought had actually traversed the conduit from brain to mouth, "As you so charmingly put it, is whatever either of us need it to be. But since that's usually the grounds for any relationship," he continued, taking her hand, "I think it definitely follows that's what this is."

Zeb's tail wagged. "Like how much they can't wait to be alone later!"

"We've really got to figure out what we're doing," the Aviator said once she and the Detective were out of earshot. "Because this, this thing we're keeping up? Where we try to not let our partners know what's up but everyone knows? I just wanted to enjoy this party... maybe with you, but not with this hanging over my head."

who neatly sidestepped Jack's lunging index finger.

"Sure," he said, turning to the Aviator mid-step without missing a beat and making for the food tables, gesturing for the Aviator to step alongside him.

"Wonder what she wants to talk about," Jack said, leaning conspiratorially toward Zeb.

"Ix didn't want to go, so we stayed in the RC," Charlotte said. "It's nice, though, isn't it?"

"Sure is," Ix agreed. "Kinda wish we'd come, but..." The unmasked half of her face reddened. "I don't get out much."

"Peace be with you," he said in a deeper voice. He then looked at his hands holding a few bone-shaped biscuits.

"Mine!" Izzy appeared on her partner's left. She already had half of the treat sticking out of her mind. She then looked at the ladies.

"Shoo... Fou fuyyz wheer ere lassht dime?" She asked, still crunching on the biscuit.

Matt swiped away some crumbs from his shoulder. "She asks if you were here last year."

Charlotte waved, then seemed to remember she was in costume and executed a perfect curtsey. "Pretty cool party, isn't it? Last year they had a band of live skeletons! Or, uh, undead skeletons? It was cool. What've you got there?" she asked, nodding at Matt's goodies.

Then, in what seems like a messy blend of red-and-black blur, she snatched the food from her partner's hands.

Matt flinched slightly, and glanced at Izzy. "I'll never get used to this..." He then cleared his throat, and looked at the newly-arrived. "Um... hey."

said Tom. "A full glass of Mjød can kill the average man. The stuff is strong enough to get Space Marines drunk: That's why Thoth here drinks it. Which means the toxins in it are potent enough to shut down or override an organ specifically designed to prevent such toxins from having an effect."

Thoth turned to Tom. "You've drunken it before..."

Tom glared. "I've had sips. I had half a glass once and the next thing I knew it was three days later and I was in the medbay being fed Klatchian Coffee." He shrugged. "But you're welcome to try if you've got an exceptionally high tolerance."

Theo asked, aware he'd probably butchered how the drink was meant to be said. "It sounds like a decent drink for this competition. Regular ale may be good enough for one like you," he tilted his head towards Tom, "but I've got a few tricks of my own up my sleeve."

"It is indeed the armor and markings of a Space Wolf. Now, as for drinking..." he pulled out a large flask.

Tom sighed. "Thoth, you may be dressed as a Space Wolf, but you cannot kill your drinking partners."

Thoth frowned, slightly. "But if we compete in the consumption of regular ale or a similar drink, I will most certainly win. The competition must be fair."

"And if you give him that stuff, it won't be!"

"A handicap then." Thoth pointed towards the bar. "I drink the mjød, he drinks the ale."

Tom shrugged. "Seems fair to me..."

Theo said as he walked up to Thoth, giving the Space Marine a once over. "I could have sworn that that's the colour of a Space Wolf though. Kudos to you for giving it a go."

For his part Theo was dressed up in black trouser, with a red t-shirt that was covered by a black coat with red lining inside, black and red gloves covered both of his hands while an ornate white and red mask covered his eyes. "Although I warn you, this stupid mask gives me less than ideal vision."

"You're one to talk about less than ideal vision" Cinnabar said as she pushed through to where her partner was standing, she was wearing ornate red, black and gold robes with a heavy golden helmet on her head, rather thin eye-slots the only opening in it, meaning she had to remove it every time she wanted to eat or drink. "I still don't know how you convinced me to wear all of this."

((Thoth's... predicament made me laugh a lot, so that kudos is genuine. Theo is meant to be: http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Adam_Taurus Cinnabar is meant to be: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bestia I just had to pick really hard to describe costumes didn't I?))

"But with all respect, since Ave's the Wicked Witch of the West, Dee should be the scarecrow. Because that would make him Fiyero and her Elpheba!"

"F--k's sake, I should have known better than to show you Wicked," the Aviator groaned. "Detective, I'm going to the food table if you want to join me. Without our partners," she added pointedly.

and choosing to ignore the imprudence of wearing a cape on a stunt bike. "Leader of the Black Knights, of Code Geass relative fame."

"He's been watching it on and off lately. I think he just likes the costumes."

"The costumes are cool. And I like what the show's trying to be, at least. I like the group costume, anyway."

"You could be the tin man-- no heart," Jack said, grinning.

"Then you'd be the scarecrow," replied the Detective, through smiling, gritted teeth.

Charlotte glanced at Ix.

"I, erm, I guess?" Ix said.

"I can't eat," Charlotte said apologetically. "Vampire."