MC Dorms: 2009: Home for the Holidays.

[RedPiggy]

Cotterpin: Oh, she's coming back, huh? *sets out a lovely greeting card since it's non-perishable, welcoming them back*

 

[The Count]

There are a couple of banners hung, marked with a ghostly 40th logo, as Uncle D rushes off to the game room. The special section of the dorms has been transformed into a version of Sir Nicholas's deathday party, but the spooks attending are all from the Haunted Mansion, with a few Muppet ghosts and monsters added for good measure.

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (pouts): I have to be a floating head?

Spike (laughs): Well, you were always headstrong.

Kelly (sighs): Please, for the love of God, don't start.

Spike: Aw, c'mon ... don't ya wanna get ahead in life?

Kelly (sighs)

Spike: You could be a head of lettuce.

Kelly (gawks at him): Huh? Okay, now you're just being stupid.

Spike (shrugs): Sorry, couldn't remembah da rest o' da Austin Powers gags.

Pearl: Uh, this is kinda gloomy fer partyin' under ol' Saint Nick.

Kelly: Sir Nick, not Saint Nick, Pearl.

Pearl: Well, what's the difference?

Kelly (opens her mouth but can't talk for a bit): Uhhhh ... Ed? Who's Sir Nick?

 

[The Count]

*Evil grin. Well, you're the one with mastery of crystal balls, o heir to the maze. And who says you have to be stuck inside the crystal ball anyway? You could always materialize into ghostly human form. Or you could be the Lady with the Rose from the Stretching Room portraits...
*In Master Gracey costume: So long as you reserve me a dance.

BTW: Sir Nicholas de Mimsey Porpinton, or Nearly-Headless Nick: Griffindor's house ghost from Hogwarts. The deathday party's from Chamber of Secrets.

*Sweeps away to tend good greeting chatter to some of our ghosts.

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly, Spike, and Pearl: OOOOOOOOOH, THAT Sir Nick.

Kelly: Wait a minute, I saw the Harry Potter flicks, well not that last one, but I will, but ... why didn't I get that?

Pearl: Uh, Ed, since we never really saw the movie or rode on the ride ... can we just be our little ol' selves? I mean, to pretend to be dead, y'know, bein' a dinosaur an' all ... well, that just hits a little too close ta home.

Newsie: What's going on?

Kelly: Um ... you're the reporter? Go find out.

Spike (sighs, rolling his eyes): Dere's some sorta ghostly shindig goin' on.

Newsie (brightens): Fascinating! I would love to have some exclusive interviews! *darts away to talk to the ghosts*

 

[The Count]

Sure Pearl, after all, some of the ghosts/monsters here are past their hextinction date anyway. *Small joke.
*Bats fly a couple of drinks over to the saloon marm.

*Turns on skull lights to cast a bit of gloom.
Uncle D is enthralled in conversation with some of the less corporial invitees.

*A tingle of music begins somewhere else.
Ghosts: I'm looking through you...
But you're not there...

 

[redBoobergurl]

*Cookie Monster stumbles into the common room*
Cookie: What these? These look like cookies! *Gets ready to devour them all when a hand grabs him*
Beth: Cookie Monster, I think these waffles are for everyone
Cookie: These not cookies?
Beth: Nope, they look like them, because like cookies, waffles are round, but not cookies. They are tasty though
Cookie: Tasty work for me! *Starts to try and devour them again when Beth grabs him again*
Beth: Cookie, what did I say?
Cookie: These are for everyone
Beth: That's right
Cookie: Ok.
*Beth grabs a plate for both her and Cookie Monster and they happily enjoy their waffles together*

 

[The Count]

at the exchange between Beth and Cookie.
You guys want any syrup?
*Microwave pings, finished in heating up the sticky substance.

*Blends bananas into a milkshake, then disappears into his cave to keep working.

 

[RedPiggy]

Newsie: Ah, what a wonderful day it is!

Kelly (reading a magazine on the sofa with her feet up): Says you. How did the interviews go?

Newsie: Um ... great ... that's why I think it's a wonderful day? I'm looking at an Emmy, naturally.

Kelly: Uh-huh.

Newsie: How was your day, then?

Kelly: Want the short list or the long?

Newsie: I prefer in-depth stories, personally. I'm not like those journalists on that channel that just parrots headlines from their home pages.

Kelly (clears throat, inhales): Yesterday I fell over the pups and hurt several joints, though I think I relocated my hip, as my leg now feels like it's better aligned than it has been in a couple of years. Then, the pups decided they didn't really need lots of sleep last night. I warned my mother at midnight that I was gonna turn off all the lights and the TV, though we normally keep on the TV so they won't feel alone, and come heck or high water, we are to ignore them until I had to wake up for school. I had bad dreams about returning to high school and being asked for a report I obviously haven't done because I shouldn't be in high school anyway. *inhales* AFTER class today, I had a small run-in with a van, though there was no damage.

Newsie (adjusts his glasses nervously): Mmhmm. So, you're not exactly in the best of moods, then?

Kelly (smirks): I'll get over it. The only frustrating thing right now is the joint pain.

Newsie (sits down on the sofa): May I ask a further query, Kelly?

Kelly: Shoot.

Newsie (shakes his head): Trust me, that's a bad choice of words. Anyway, I haven't suffered any major physical mishaps since I've moved in here, not counting that little frustration earlier with an overexuberant child.

Kelly (gawks at him): Are you asking for me to throw stuff at you?

Newsie: O_O Oh, no, of course not!

Kelly: Good, because then I'd think you were really weird. Or Gonzo. You're just a really swell guy, you know. Anyone who wants to see you hurt is just ... sick. *chuckles* Just keep your eyes open. Your eyesight ain't that great and you're at least as clumsy as I am. *stares at him, smiling* Isn't weird that you're associated with physical harm ... and I'M the one doing all the suffering?

Newsie (coughs): Well, uh, gee ... thanks for taking one for the ol' team?

Kelly (laughs): You're welcome.

 

[The Count]

Not sure why the mailer notifier's on the fritz. Oh well. *Refills with more milkshake and pretzel chips, then back to do some haunter updating, the list's redoing can wait till later tonight.