Hensonville City 2010

[Gelfling Girl]

Aly and Delilah enter Room 2, looking rather worn out

Maggie: So, how was school today?

Aly: *groans* Don't get me started.

Delilah: You had some good things happen so far, though.

Aly: So did you.

Delilah: Yeah, but if that teacher calls me "Debbie" one more time, I'm going to scream. XP

 

[The Count]

*Humming to a familiar tune...

Stormy night.
Everything's all fright.
On my way...
To where I know all the ghosties I meet.

*Sigh.
UD: Anything wrong?
Me: Just trying to envision a couple of potential additions, they're not coming to me.
UD: Anyone I know?
Me: Well... One's Edward Spiderhands, that's probably the best I can think of to replace his sharp blades yet have him retain a level of gothic charm. The other's Dorian Gray... Not sure if he'd be identified sans portrait or if I should go for the grabber ghost living in the portrait instead from either Ghostbusters or Yu-Gi-Oh.
UD: Well, I'm positive you'll find a suitable answer.
Me Yeah... We're nearing the 8H mark, so that's something to look forward to. Would also like to ask Aly what, if anything, she might suggest for Delilah since we already have her cousin Misty as part of the hauntlist. Oh well. *Lies down to think for a while.

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Aly: Ah, yes. I forgot Halloween was so soon. School is such a distraction from the fun stuff.

Delilah: And the new reading teacher is scarier than anything we could possibly find in the Halloween section of a party store or costume shop. ;D

Aly: Speaking of costumes, what should we go as?

Delilah: Well, we could get two friends to join us in dressing up as The Beatles. Or maybe we could go as Elton John and Kiki Dee.

Aly: Hmm...I'll think about it...

 

[The Count]

Heh, thanks for that Aly.

UD: Oh come on... Who's your reading teacher, Irma Pinsk? She only gets really scary if someone takes a book out of the Restricted Section without a permission signed by one of the other teachers. *HP reference.

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Delilah: No, she's not from Hogwarts

Aly: *mumbles* Sadly not...

Delilah: On the first day, she has a song about smiling and happiness and stuff playing while we're working, then says that she had it on because, and I quote, "It's the only smile you'll get in this class".

Aly: And let's not forget the fact that last year she threw a chair across the room once. *frightened shudder*

 

[The Count]

*Oooohing at the fireworks.
Hey, look at the prette colors.
Count: Yes... Twinkle, twinkle, little bat.
How I wonder where you're at.
UD: Off to paint the white roses red, and maybe frame the Ace, His Grace. *Evil smirk.

 

[The Count]

UD: Grandpa Alibi? Haven't heard his name since the egg-shattering incident of 1895. Mmm, how we feasted on Humpty Dumpty's yolky goodness that frabjous day. *Leaves once more into the darkness.
*Ghostly echo before he's completely gone: Update your stoooories, pleeeease!

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (at the Docks, watching the dogs take their first swimming lesson in Lake Hensonville, sniffs, and smiles): Welcome to Hensonville, New Boots.

Spike (shocked): Who told ya dat?

Kelly (laughs): You're way too confident. My former husband Spike was getting to be like Buffy's Angel ... always moping about how awful he had it in New Pangaea.

Pearl (has been sitting beside Kelly the whole time): Well, now, let's be fair, sugah ... Spike's land is gettin' chewed up by that randy lil' enchantress.

Kelly (nods): Yeah, but this Spike has a job and has little to no angst. Flick Fic Spike for the win.

Spike (looks out on the lake): So ... you washin' da dogs or somethin', toots?

Kelly (shakes head): They're Labrador Retrievers and I haven't even taken them swimming yet. *sighs* I'm such a bad mother.

Pearl (pats Kelly on the back): That's alright, sugah.

Spike (looks around): Anythin' ta do in dis joint?

Kelly (taps away at her laptop): I'm busy with a project.

Pearl: I'm makin' sure the lil' darlin's don't get eaten by a shark or nuthin'.

Spike: O_O It's a LAKE, not da ocean.

Pearl (getting all huffy): You sayin' there can't be no FRESHWATAH sharks swimmin' 'round these here parts? You sayin' I don't know what I'm talking about? I'VE lived here a mite longah than you have, you lil' pincushion. Don't you go tellin' me what I know 'bout this here environment!

Spike (hands Pearl a card): Go get yerself to a spa, pumpkin. It looks like you could use some "me time".

Pearl (stares at the card and snatches it): You sure are right I do! I'm a-gonna get me a big ol' mud massage an' some cucumber facials an' pedicure! Whoo, howdy! I'm gonna be God's gift ta males by the time I'm done! *leaves*

Spike: She's really, REALLY creepy, toots.

 

[RedPiggy]

Spike (hears some ringing): What is dis? Lil' House on Da Docks?

Kelly (listens)

Sarah and Bear (hears the dinging and stop playing in the lake)

Kelly (shrugs): Something going on in the Townhouse, I guess. *looks at Spike and shrugs*

*all end up at the Townhouse*

Kelly: ^_- King Lefty?

Spike: I t'ought mayah's was rulin' towns, not kings.

Kelly (shrugs): Beats me.

Bear (goes for King Lefty's hat)

Sarah (tries to grab the spoon playfully)

 

[The Count]

*Fata leaps back out of reach from Kells' dogs with gothic grace.
*Scoops the black cat. Don't be afraid dear. You'll have your rule on Friday. *Hugs the cat lovingly, sets her back down so she can go find Gaffer.