Open RP, Greenhouses (Eleventy, Kurama, River)

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

The Doctor hadn't always loved Halloween, but on those worlds that celebrated it (or something like it) he definitely tried to join in the fun, if there was nothing overtly intent on re-enacting a favorite horror film but with real knives instead of rubber props. He supposed at Hogwarts there was no danger of this (and even if there was, the danger was minimized) and thus strolled confidently over the grounds, rambling until he came to a pile of rather gorgeous pumpkins. He stared at them a minute, then at the door they framed. A sign read:

Pumpkins, free to a good carver.

Candy within, Trick-or-Treaters welcome.

Any tricks resulting in broken glass will be met with a boot up someone's back end.

The last bit, he noted, was scrawled rather hastily in something that his mind wanted to read as Japanese, but his eyes were registering as English. The rest was in big, spiky, dramatic handwriting, with bats, cats, and pumpkins scribbled all over the place. It very nearly covered a plaque that read 'Professor Minaminaminamino." What a name. He grinned and ducked in.



She, with brown hair all shocked out by too much curling iron, an ironic pointy black hat on her head, a very witchy dress, too much makeup, and boots that looked like they could stomp a Dalek. The other (she? No, the shoulders were too broad, but the hair just screamed girl) sat with their back to the doctor and looked like the costume of the year must be a mummified werewolf. The tail was even moving, too. Nice touch.

"Trick or treat!" He called, waving a hand. The girl looked up at him and beamed and the - yes, that face was as close to male as it was going to get - man turned around to look at him.

"What's your costume?" The girl asked, putting her head to one side. The man flapped a hand at her, and she stuck out her tongue at him.

"A time traveler," The Doctor said grinning at their interaction. They might have been bickering siblings, for all they didn't look a thing alike.

The man gestured to a cauldron on the floor next to the table. "Take your treat then, oh wanderer. You might have to forgive River her impetuousness."

The Doctor blinked at the name, but before he could say anything, the girl cut in.

"Not that River," she said, her eyes intent on the Doctor for a split second before turning back to her companion. He had the unsettling certainty that she'd just casually read his mind. People weren't supposed to be able to do that.

"And that isn't even a real word," she was saying. "Bad foxes should read more dictionaries."

The Doctor grabbed a bag from the cauldron - fun-sized jelly babies - and extended a hand to the suffering redhead. He noticed that what he first thought were bandages on his head were furry ears to match the tail. "Nice costume. Professor Minaminaminamino, I presume?"

The Professor made a face and took the offered hand. "Kurama, if you please." He shot a withering look to River, who contrived to look innocent. "I thought it had been covered."

"I'm The Doctor," he introduced himself. "I'm surprised you're indulging the tricking and treating, though. That's more of an American holiday these days, isn't it?"

Kurama shrugged, breaking the handshake with a smile to go back to what he was working on. They looked like flowers that had decided to be lanterns, all in orange and black. River was stringing them together on a long line.

"There are plenty of American students here, and it's an amusing enough tradition." Between his hands another flower seemed to appear from nowhere, and went to the pile for River to tend. It even glowed faintly.

The Doctor watched them work for a moment, munching on his jelly babies, until River completed a strand and jumped down from the table. "I'll take care of these," she said, and then stopped to look at the Doctor with a lot more knowing solemnity than a teenaged human girl should have. "Not that River. If she's the Amazon, I'm a waterfall."

And then she was gone, even grabbing a broom on her way out. The Doctor looked quizzically at Kurama, who shrugged.

"I don't even know. I stopped trying to guess months ago." He stretched, winced, and then flexed his hands. "How much of that time traveler business is the truth? In some way all of us are, at least in this place, but that bow tie is giving me some pretty specific questions."

"All of it," the Doctor replied, adjusting his bowtie with a grin. "I just happen to know that the bowtie has never not been cool."

Kurama's smile was wry. "Those Croats, pulling us all kicking and screaming out of the fashion dark ages."

"You know your history."

"I've lived my history."

They stared at each other for a beat, the Doctor half-poised to grab his screwdriver and see just what Kurama was, Kurama smirking at him and practically daring him to ask.

"Mind if I take a look around?" The Doctor asked instead; there would be other times to pry, and there was a flower one room over that was so blue it was making him TARDIS-sick. Kurama waved a hand at him in a 'by all means' gesture.

Such interesting folk there were here. He was beginning to enjoy himself.

_{((OOC: I suck at making things short. Specify if you want River, Eleventy, or Kurama to play with, or be surprised <3 ))}

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[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

A had known of the event, and of course arrived bearing a tray of individually-sized pumpkin pies. He'd come straight from the kitchen, and all he wore by way of a costume was a pair of cat ears.

Pink glitter cat ears. And on closer inspection, rather than shoes, he wore fuzzy slippers made to emulate feline paws.

"Hello," he said to the room in general before turning an especially warm grin toward River.

[biblerewrite.livejournal.com]

River spun around, so glad to see A that she compromised the safety of the pastries by throwing her arms arund his neck, placing a loud kiss on his cheek. Then she stood back, holding him at arm's length to appraise his costume.

"Need's a collar with a bell on," she said, thoughtfully. Standing on tiptoe she glanced behind him, half as an excuse to check out his butt, because, she had learned, that was among the special privileges girlfriends were afforded. "And a tail."

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"I, I wouldn't want to wear a collar," A said, managing not to reach up and touch his neck. The mini-pies securely set down, he reached out a hand to take hers. "I would wear a tail, that, that is something I could do. Or else I could be a Manx."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Wishbone had seen the big thing in the lake! And it had inspired him. So much that he's dressed up as it for Halloween.

Awww, lookit the cute little Cthulhoo!

Trick or treat! he said to Kurama, wagging his tail.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama threw back his head and laughed when he saw Wishbone. Oh gods, how precious.

"Here," Kurama reached into a separate bowl he'd kept on the table, just in case. There were dog treats and little sachets of catnip. He offered one of each, and a chocolate from the cauldron, to the little dog.

"Creative costume, my friend."

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"Artemis?" Turlough poked his head in. They had been out for their walk when she had spotted something inside the greenhouse that caught her eye and she dashed in before Turlough could blink. He spotted her near a plant, trying to play with it.

[[Surprise me]]

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

[[I totally rolled for this one. It's fate.]]

The Doctor rocked back on his heels, glancing around a bend in the maze of plants when he heard Turlough's voice. He smiled fondly and strode up behind his Companion (he'd always think of Turlough that way, in the back of his mind, their so-far one night stand notwithstanding) and ran a finger up Turlough's spine.

"Careful," he teased, "there might be ghosts about."

[jolibonhomme.livejournal.com]

The little prince admired the sign and all its drawings for a minute. Then he stepped through the doorway to ask, "What's that mean, trick-or-treaters?"

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

The doctor had just been on his way out to examine the pumpkins again, maybe break out the screwdriver and carve a few into the faces of marvelous aliens he'd met in the past. He smiled down at the boy.

"It's a tradition for this particular night. Usually they only celebrate it in certain countries, but the Professor seems to be in a civic mood. You go around to houses in fancy dress, say 'Trick or Treat!' and they give you candy. It's quite fun, really." He put his head to one side, quizzically. The boy seemed the appropriate age. "Have you never done?"

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

Having finished cleaning off, Rose set off to explore the rest of the castle. The sign on the door to the greenhouse definitely piqued her interest, as well as quite obligingly giving her the date. She wasn't sure she'd take up the offer of a pumpkin, but she definitely wouldn't mind nicking a bit of candy.

((I really would like Eleven, but I'm cool with the others, too.))

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

The Professor had begged off candy duty for a few minutes, so the Doctor, ever obliging, took over the station, handing out to hopeful students and picking out all the Jelly Babies for himself.

When he saw Rose, he jumped to his feet, grinning so widely and stupidly that it was obvious he was doing it so as not to cry a bit. Of all his companions he thought he'd never see again... and here she was, all smiles and wide eyes.

"Happy Halloween," he said, barely able to keep the excitement from his voice. He wondered how quickly she'd recognize him.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"New fashion statement?" I ask of Kurama, not using the front door to enter the greenhouse. "Or are you really into the end of the harvest?" I add, leaning against one of the pillars in the greenhouse.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama smirked at him and then glanced around the greenhouse for that Doctor fellow. River he didn't mind being around, but that one made him nervous. They were alone, though, so he reached up and carefully pulled aside the bandages over his ruined eye. "I supposed you could say I'm really into it, yes."

And he was, though usually his Harvest celebration was less with the candy and decorations and more with dancing under the moonlight, but this year ritual had to take a back seat to healing.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

While Kaga didn't really celebrate Halloween, it was an excuse to visit his friend.

He frowned deeply at seeing Kurama's costume. Some of those wounds look a little TOO realistic...

"Ah, hello, Kurama."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama beamed at his friend, gesturing to the stool River had vacated. "Come on in, seems like we're at a lull for now."

Part of him was excited; he wanted to jump around and crow that Karasu was dead, that neither of them would ever have to worry again. The rest of him, however, protested that such was a bad idea and busting open stitches and reiki-healed wounds would be the worst idea ever. So he sat calmly, but the gleam in his eye was unmistakable.

[herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth knew of the holiday only because he'd been to a certain town that lived and breathed nothing but Halloween. His wardrobe had spat out a costume for him--quite literally--and he'd stared at it for a good long while before setting it aside and just wearing his normal clothes, minus jacket and shoulder guards, plus a long sleeved shirt.

Looking at Kurama, he thought the bandages a rather amusing way of hiding the obvious. Somehow he knew Kurama was hurt, could know exactly when and where he'd been hurt. Not by whom or why, however. He only had the reactions of the hoshi no tama to go on. The orb was centred somewhere in his left bicep, shielded inside his own slightly non-corporeal body. It was hard to miss the reaction it had gone through not too long ago. More than anything, Sephiroth was curious.

He stopped by Kurama's side and simply starred at him for a moment. "Fitting," he murmured, amused.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Somehow, he'd known Sephiroth would stop in. "Here for an update, then?" He asked, knowing that probably wasn't the reason. He was sure the hoshi-no-tama would have alerted Sephiroth, at least during those last few moments of the fight, that shit had indeed gotten real.

Though, he smirked inwardly, he knew Sephiroth wasn't interested in an update for another reason. Interesting how he and Zack had run into each other immediately after Zack had been expelled from the sorting room.

[braveexplorer.livejournal.com]

Coraline had dressed up, of course. Tonight she was an alien princess (http://familyfun.go.com/assets/cms/crafts/cyber-power-princess-costume-halloween-craft-photo-420-FF1006COSTA06.jpg) in a costume consisting of a bright pink top, fluorescent green tights, the elven circlet (http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/7347/innocencecircletblue.jpg) that had been among her Christmas presents last year (this was the first excuse she'd had to wear it) and quite a lot of silver foil. Berry walked beside her, occasionally bumping into things - making a costume for a spider had been difficult. She was meant to be a robot, but looked more like... well, a foil-covered box with legs. And eyeholes.

She knocked on the door. "Trick or treat?"

((Surprise me?))

[biblerewrite.livejournal.com]

River came up behind the younger girl, mindful of the spiderbot underfoot.

"You can come in, bad fox has all the candy inside," she said with a smile. She liked Coraline already; the little girl had a mind like a garden full of rainbows.

[junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com]

Hunters really weren't known for their love of Halloween and Bobby was no exception. The holiday always left him a bit crankier than normal and a hell of a lot busier as some damn fool was trying to raise a demon and he and his would have to beat it back before it got too comfortable in their world.

He came to the greenhouse on business with a list of herbs, some mundane, some special and at least three that were close to illegal. There were protection bags that needed making and he hadn't forgotten his promise to show Kusuriyuri stronger Enochian warding spells.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Bobby would have the perfect timing to walk in on a particularly strange version of the Science versus Theology debate.

"Dog people, then. There are Cat-People, (http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Cat-People) there must be Dog-People as well."

"For the gods' sake, no. Do I look like a dog?" There was a pause, probably punctuated by a long, pointed look. "I mean aside from the ears and the tail."

This had been going on for some time. The Doctor, who had let his curiosity get the better of him, was insisting Kurama must be some kind of alien life form. Kurama, of course, knew better, but 'demon' had been deliberately misinterpreted as 'alien' because, as the Doctor put it, the only other sentient life-forms to evolve along with humans were lizards and 'you didn't hear that from me.'

When Kurama spotted Bobby, he gave a sigh of relief. "Bobby, finally someone with sense. Will you do me a favor and get a blunt object to strike some sense into this man's head with?"

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Introducing the almighty Kuronue.

Or Kuroi, as it were. So the boobs said.

He'd dressed himself as a priestess again and charmed his wings into invisibility. To him, that was scary.

He didn't get Halloween past that.

He stormed in the door and waved a hand at Kurama, going red in the face with barely restrained anger. "You fucking idiot!"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

The outburst was enough to not only make Kurama go a little pale and lean back, but the Doctor and River both looked up from their respective distractions to see what all the hubub was about. A quick glare put eyes back where they needed to be, but he could tell they were still listening. He sighed, and pushed away from the table.

"Let's talk about this in four, hm?" He said, falling into the easy pattern of keeping absolute calm while Kuronue went on a tantrum. Besides, four had tea and was insulated against cold and eavesdroppers.

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Oi, knock it off you!" Donna waved irritably to the pixie that was zipping around her head like a dragonfly on speed. Jenks had decided that if he couldn't torment his own red headed witch, he'd have to find another one. He chimed laughter, settling on her shoulder.

"C'mon, lighten up, witch," he chimed. The pixie was wearing blindingly bright colors for Halloween. "I can smell spells a mile away and you probably need the backup. You just look like you get into trouble."

Exasperated, she smiled at the pretty witch who breezed past them. "Why don't you go play in the flowers or something? You're making me all sparkly."

((Surprise me! :) ))

[rose-of-powell.livejournal.com]

((Not the OP, but you don't mind talking to Rose too, do you?))

Rose was entranced by the pixie, which was probably the most magical thing she had seen yet. "Hullo," she asked the red-haired woman who seemed to be accompanying it, "you wouldn't happen to know what that fairy thing's called, would you?"