Happy Halloween
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crossover_chickIt's been a pretty good one for me -- gave out candy, had some of my own, and got some pictures of my costume. They're all on devART, but I'll put a thumbnail of my favorite here:
What do ya think? :D
Oh, and Victor Plush and Alice Dolly would like to wish you a Happy Halloween as well.
As for RPing, no normal stuffs, but the Inkwell Halloween Party is up, for anyone who cares to stop by. I've already got the "surprise" thread going, if you want to check that out. I'm sure you can all tell where it's going. XD Moose's Captain John also provides quizzes!
Complicated? Yeah, okay, I suppose I am. And I really am still figuring out what to do with myself.
*giggle* Goofy? Hell yeah. And I love figuring out my costume.
Robot, huh? Hmmmm, maybe next year. . . .
And, in the vein of party-throwing, how about a Victor/Alice 30 Dances fic? Quick warning, though -- it's a big spoiler for the end of "Love Will Find A Way."
7. Invitation – Once A Year We Throw A Party
“Oh, look – we got an invitation to Mr. and Mrs. Berman’s Charity Ball. Do you know anyone named Berman?”
“No. Do you?”
“No.” Alice frowned at the card. “Which means what’s actually happened is that either we’ve been invited merely by virtue of our rank, or, more likely, we’ve been invited by proxy by either your mother or my Aunt Susan.”
Victor sighed and rolled his eyes. “I see. One of these days, I’m going to write to all these people who have invited us to events thanks to our relatives, and tell them that we’re not really all that interested in going and they don’t have to invite us just because my mother or your aunt attempts to bully them into it.”
“Good. While you’re doing that, I’ll write my own letters to Susan and Nell and tell them to stop badgering people into inviting guests they don’t necessarily want there.”
“I don’t know what good it will do – especially with my mother,” Victor shrugged. “And there is always the possibility Mr. and Mrs. Berman came up with the idea on their own.”
“Maybe, but I honestly doubt it. We might be a Marquis and a Marchioness, but we’re hardly the most popular people in society.” Alice smirked at Victor, idly flipping the card between her fingers. “Or have you forgotten I spent ten years in an institution and you’re descended from common fish merchants?”
“At every opportunity,” Victor deadpanned, making them both giggle. “Seriously, though, some people do want to see a Marquis at their party, no matter who he is. And there are people who genuinely like us. We are good friends with the royal family.”
“True,” Alice allowed. “But that makes me wonder how many of the stuffier noble families actually like Marty and Jennifer. Marty is certainly more – laid-back than previous monarchs.”
“They can’t deny he’s been wonderful for the kingdom,” Victor pointed out. “This is the most prosperous we’ve been in years.”
“Yes, but that hardly stops the gossip.” Alice looked back at the card. “Back to the matter at hand – do you feel like attending this?”
Victor took the invitation from her. “Well, it does say it’s a Charity Ball. Maybe we should consider putting in a brief appearance. Have a dance, make a donation. . . .”
“Hmm, that’s a good point. It’s probably the right thing to do.” Alice suddenly snapped her fingers. “Why don’t we write to Richard and Emily and Chris and Victoria first? If they’re going, it might be worth attending.”
“Good idea,” Victor nodded, grinning. “And if they’re not, maybe we can set up our own private ‘ball’ on the date. Invite them, and see if Marty and Jennifer and Doc and Clara can come too. It would be more fun with just the ten of us anyway.”
“Exactly.” Alice suddenly chuckled. “You know, when I pictured my life after the asylum, I never pictured myself having a conversation like this.”
“I did, sort of, when imagining my future, only with a different ending and a different partner.” Victor pulled her close. “I’m much happier with this version.”
“Me too.” Alice stretched up to kiss him. “Now come on, we have some letters to write.”
-TTV: *eyes wide, not that you can see them behind his Dr. Insano goggles* Marquis? I become nobility?!-
Yup! This actually comes up in the chapter I'm currently writing in the story itself. You see, Marty is very, very grateful to Victor for crashing into him, and this was the best 'thank you' he could think of. This is what leads to Victor and Alice finally getting to be together.
-D: How does that work?-
Victor's a Marquis. His parents, however, are still common fish merchants.
-M: Ooooh, a "sweet, sweet revenge" deal!-
-TTV: *blush*-
Oh come on, you deserve it. As indicated by the fic, the families eventually make up with their wayward children, though mostly because said children are now very important people. The idea of Nell passing along invitations to all sorts of social events came from Player Piano's fic "Nine Months and Counting," where something similar was happening with Victor and Victoria. They'd taken to faking illness at each party. Also, you can see the standard crossover couples are in effect for Victoria and Emily.
Not much else to say -- this is one of the few in the series that just involves the idea of a ball, not an actual physical dance. I'm also pretty sure Doc and Clara weren't originally mentioned as friends, but I couldn't bring myself to leave them out. As for the title, it's a lyric from the "Feast of Fools" song from Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I saw it as a title for a Corpse Bride vid, and it stuck in my head until I used it.
And now, to do some final spooking before I hit the sheets. Well, more accurately, change the sheets, and then hit them.
What do ya think? :D
Oh, and Victor Plush and Alice Dolly would like to wish you a Happy Halloween as well.
As for RPing, no normal stuffs, but the Inkwell Halloween Party is up, for anyone who cares to stop by. I've already got the "surprise" thread going, if you want to check that out. I'm sure you can all tell where it's going. XD Moose's Captain John also provides quizzes!
You Are Complex and Deep |
 You are a bit of a contradiction. It's hard to label you or sum you up easily. You have many interesting layers to your personality... and some of them you keep completely to yourself. You are open to change, and it's likely that your life has gone through many phases already. You don't expect anyone else to understand you. You're still trying to understand yourself! |
Complicated? Yeah, okay, I suppose I am. And I really am still figuring out what to do with myself.
You Are Goofy |
 You are a fun loving and carefree person. You can't help but be a bit of a goofball. You love to make people laugh, and your sense of humor is quite silly. You enjoy Halloween each year, partially because it allows you to put your personality on display. You have the craziest costume around, and you outdo yourself every year! |
*giggle* Goofy? Hell yeah. And I love figuring out my costume.
You Should Rock a Robot Costume |
 You are hard working and brilliant. You put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into everything you do. You are detail oriented and meticulous. You enjoy getting every last thing right. You love gadgets and technology. It's likely that your Halloween decorations are very cutting edge. For Halloween, you're always interested in the latest candy and haunted houses. You love progress! |
Robot, huh? Hmmmm, maybe next year. . . .
And, in the vein of party-throwing, how about a Victor/Alice 30 Dances fic? Quick warning, though -- it's a big spoiler for the end of "Love Will Find A Way."
7. Invitation – Once A Year We Throw A Party
“Oh, look – we got an invitation to Mr. and Mrs. Berman’s Charity Ball. Do you know anyone named Berman?”
“No. Do you?”
“No.” Alice frowned at the card. “Which means what’s actually happened is that either we’ve been invited merely by virtue of our rank, or, more likely, we’ve been invited by proxy by either your mother or my Aunt Susan.”
Victor sighed and rolled his eyes. “I see. One of these days, I’m going to write to all these people who have invited us to events thanks to our relatives, and tell them that we’re not really all that interested in going and they don’t have to invite us just because my mother or your aunt attempts to bully them into it.”
“Good. While you’re doing that, I’ll write my own letters to Susan and Nell and tell them to stop badgering people into inviting guests they don’t necessarily want there.”
“I don’t know what good it will do – especially with my mother,” Victor shrugged. “And there is always the possibility Mr. and Mrs. Berman came up with the idea on their own.”
“Maybe, but I honestly doubt it. We might be a Marquis and a Marchioness, but we’re hardly the most popular people in society.” Alice smirked at Victor, idly flipping the card between her fingers. “Or have you forgotten I spent ten years in an institution and you’re descended from common fish merchants?”
“At every opportunity,” Victor deadpanned, making them both giggle. “Seriously, though, some people do want to see a Marquis at their party, no matter who he is. And there are people who genuinely like us. We are good friends with the royal family.”
“True,” Alice allowed. “But that makes me wonder how many of the stuffier noble families actually like Marty and Jennifer. Marty is certainly more – laid-back than previous monarchs.”
“They can’t deny he’s been wonderful for the kingdom,” Victor pointed out. “This is the most prosperous we’ve been in years.”
“Yes, but that hardly stops the gossip.” Alice looked back at the card. “Back to the matter at hand – do you feel like attending this?”
Victor took the invitation from her. “Well, it does say it’s a Charity Ball. Maybe we should consider putting in a brief appearance. Have a dance, make a donation. . . .”
“Hmm, that’s a good point. It’s probably the right thing to do.” Alice suddenly snapped her fingers. “Why don’t we write to Richard and Emily and Chris and Victoria first? If they’re going, it might be worth attending.”
“Good idea,” Victor nodded, grinning. “And if they’re not, maybe we can set up our own private ‘ball’ on the date. Invite them, and see if Marty and Jennifer and Doc and Clara can come too. It would be more fun with just the ten of us anyway.”
“Exactly.” Alice suddenly chuckled. “You know, when I pictured my life after the asylum, I never pictured myself having a conversation like this.”
“I did, sort of, when imagining my future, only with a different ending and a different partner.” Victor pulled her close. “I’m much happier with this version.”
“Me too.” Alice stretched up to kiss him. “Now come on, we have some letters to write.”
-TTV: *eyes wide, not that you can see them behind his Dr. Insano goggles* Marquis? I become nobility?!-
Yup! This actually comes up in the chapter I'm currently writing in the story itself. You see, Marty is very, very grateful to Victor for crashing into him, and this was the best 'thank you' he could think of. This is what leads to Victor and Alice finally getting to be together.
-D: How does that work?-
Victor's a Marquis. His parents, however, are still common fish merchants.
-M: Ooooh, a "sweet, sweet revenge" deal!-
-TTV: *blush*-
Oh come on, you deserve it. As indicated by the fic, the families eventually make up with their wayward children, though mostly because said children are now very important people. The idea of Nell passing along invitations to all sorts of social events came from Player Piano's fic "Nine Months and Counting," where something similar was happening with Victor and Victoria. They'd taken to faking illness at each party. Also, you can see the standard crossover couples are in effect for Victoria and Emily.
Not much else to say -- this is one of the few in the series that just involves the idea of a ball, not an actual physical dance. I'm also pretty sure Doc and Clara weren't originally mentioned as friends, but I couldn't bring myself to leave them out. As for the title, it's a lyric from the "Feast of Fools" song from Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I saw it as a title for a Corpse Bride vid, and it stuck in my head until I used it.
And now, to do some final spooking before I hit the sheets. Well, more accurately, change the sheets, and then hit them.
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Date: 2010-11-01 03:22 am (UTC)Now I have to go to sleep while the baby's sleeping. *scurries*