Numbervania: 1000 Tricks & Treats

[BeakerSqueedom]

The hug worked!

 

[redBoobergurl]

Two, two more vonderful chapters, ah, ah, ah. Sorry I can't be more specific right now, it's a little nuts at work, I had just enough time to read em.

 

[The Count]

That's OK Beth. Just LMK when you're online and can talk, as I think you'd be my best bet to help with the costumes available on Facebook for Haunter #19. Unless I decide to go with my own clever creations instead.
*Hugs.

 

[The Count]

Um hi... No this isn't an update... Rather, I'm posting here to ask something.
OK, so I can get an m- to plug into the story's segments from either the previous installment or from some of my friends' fics.
But where can I grab an ellipsis symbol? Or more importantly, what command do I have to execute to type it myself? Would appreciate knowing this as it would help for a present I'm working on.

Oh, and maybe an update will arrive later tonight. Thanks, hope to hear from you soon.

 

[redBoobergurl]

I wish I knew the answer but I'm just not that technically savy. Hope someone can help you!

 

[The Count]

Thanks Beth. Found it, working on something as a present for a good forum friend. And maybe a little present will be delivered here later.

 

[The Count]

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Page 19: Wonderland Woman.

Whereas the Count was being entertained by the druid's grim humor, Ed was otherwise employed in his own resting room. Emptying all bags, his subtle smile was there as he carefully placed and put the storms in order. "15... 16... 17... 18--" he counted along—making sure each one was present. Thinking he was finished—the eightteenth electric elemental firmly connected to the backwall of the wardrobe—his fingers felt a small circular mass suddenly within his grip. "What's this?" he wondered to himself as she flew out of his palm and plugged itself next to her siblings. The pumpkin ribbon gently ruffled against his touch—19 brightly blinking with lightning luster for Ed to at least sort of visualize out of the corners of his eyes (the source of somewhat sight he still had left to guide him). "Hmm, guess Count got his own number 19 then" the honored guest mused inwardly. Indeed one of the many batty attendants just captured the marble momento left for its claws to clutch and carry off to the chief counter. "Eddie... Come to bed." "In a moment--" His gaze lingered on the collection of clouds, almost two rows full... "Wait a sec--" "Who's--" Sheets parted revealing that the master had received a very welcome intruder. Not the doll he had long ago met, this adult adolescent was just as fair—if her pale beigeness didn't disturb her overall complexion. Black makeup shadowed her own peepers, two tiny delicate fangs visible only when she smiled. Alice tended her hand towards Ed, dragging him under and into the comfortable cushioning of the couch. "It's a bit stuffy in here," she said, though not truly bothered by the closed chamber's conditions. Buttoning down the blackened blouse, she tugged at the ghostly apron so that the bare breeze now buffetted her bosom. Ed detected a hint of fragrance in the air coming from... "Oh, it's the printed poppies," Alice indicated, pointing at small flowers on the edges of her shirted straps with Ed's fingers in hers. Kicking off short anklet stockings—buckled slipper shoes already lying on the mat near the bedding—she gingerly lifted the folds of the apron's skirt. Pleated partitions swayed against the baron's body—Alice let them fall one by one—hiking both legs around her partner's waist bringing him even further down. "Now just snuggle close and I'll tell you a story... My story... The story of Alice in Underland," she softly whispered, flashing those tiny fangs, holding him in a tight yet not-uncomfortable hug. Flicking a few strands of her bewitched blonde hair out of the way—turning so she could speak directly into Ed's ears without further molestations, the two shared a good night's bedtime bonding.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Alice wasn't so innocent as we thought, eh?
*Giggles girlishly*
*Reddens*

Nice chappy.
It was not expected!

 

[The Count]

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Page 20: Twenty Something.

Alice stopped a moment outside Ed's private sanctum. She looked back briefly at this master of monsters, clothed in his couch's comforter—sonorous sleep issueing from the bedded baron. Light flickered flimsily, escaping from the bronze bat-lantern—screened within the pumpkin shell oddly carved in the likeness of a grinning ghostly face. Both these had been gifted the day before. Alice turned—looked back briefly—thinking of the moment shared, dainty dental daggers seen as she remembered the encounter fondly. She imputently flipped the tail end of her skirt towards the stilled slumberer, walking away to find her own room and board for the night.

This transgression out into the haunted halls did not go unnoticed. Black beady beetled eyes blinked... Four insectlike legs made of connective bones stretched forward... Palid in color, though showing a subtle hint of yellowed rotting, Alice's pace was matched—if only after she had already gone past—by the half-scurry half-rolling of a giant skull. Giant in terms of comparison to a normal skull, Doomis was more like a scuttling skull than his companions amassed in the Transylvanian tombs. Clicking his human jaws—inwardly cursing himself for his present failure—he endeavored to climb up to the top of the master staircase's baluster. From there, he would have a vantage point on further footsteps treading the carpeted corridors. When he was bothered by one of the bats, Doomis simply threw the token 20—the fingerlings beneath his heavy head unfolding so as to be rid of the nuisance. Number and creature of the night both gone, Doomis fixed his waiting watch on whoever wandered down the walkway. He stared down the stormy sphere—pumpkin ribbon fluttering in flight—shifting only after this had completed the first two rows of Ed's counting cloud collection.

 

[redBoobergurl]

That's 20, 20 vonderful chapters AH AH AH! *thunder and lightening*

More good stuff here Ed! I like your description of Doomis, sounds like quite the creepy sort of fellow!