Halloween Party on the Farm

[Emily Makerith]

And, sure enough, the powerful roar of an electric-blue Mustang rides up the drive to the Farm. Pulling up, stepping out, and swinging her tail like she's about to sing a pithy musical number, is the blue-haired werewolf.

Emily reaches over and grabs a 6-pack of beer, and spins around with a huge smile on her face. "Well hellooooooo, party people! Anyone wanna make a deal with the devil?" She looks around. "Sonnie! You look amazing! And Circe! Babe! Is that.... It that real metal armour? Mabs and I met a girl who wore, like, this chainmail link dress thing! It was sooooooo hot."

She dances around. "And speaking of hot.... Mable? Is that you under all that green?" The Ithaeur wraps her arms around "Fiona". "Fortunately I recognise the body even with that mask on... Do I get a kiss?" She pouts, trying not to grin.

[Circe]

"Hey girl when it comes ta pumpkins what better solution is there than murder?" Circe shrugs then laughs at Sonnie's impression. Circe looks at Mable, "Well it is really really really fun ta be bad," eyebrow waggle as she seductively says, "Let me show ya how bad I can be," Circe puffs up her chest as she inhales. Then contributes her own impression, "I herdy dur flerty floopin. Look at the rice eh dice fer moopin der pumpkin Gooch." Circe then starts patting herself down before snapping her finger, "Darn I didn't bring the battle axe."

She follows towards the carving as they keep talking.

"That'd be nice ta see Em again," Circe nods not getting Sonnie wasn't asking her. And who should walk it but Emily. Dressed as, oh boy, "Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho! That, ho ho, perfect!" She gestures with both hands towards Emily, "Oh ho ho ho! Speak oh the devil and she shall appear!"

Once she calmed down she picked up a carving knife and tapped it to part of the chest armor. She'd done a lot of cosmetic work on these football pads but the metal? The knife clanked against the chest plate, "Yup, metal. And Fiona gets another name, also sometimes I get called stronza. Though Eeeem?" She leans forward with a smile, "Did the chain mail chick wear anything, uh, under it?" She frowns, "Okay that sounded better before I thought of it. Cause bare under chain links? That's," Circe visibly shudders, "Waaaay too much chest chafing."

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie burst into laughter as Emily appeared as if summoned by magic! "Em! Were you lurking nearby waiting for one of us to mention you?" She did a spin to show off her costume, "Thank you! And nice costume! It's somehow very appropriate for you," she smirked.

She laughed even more at Circe's attempt at the Swedish Chef, and had to wipe her eyes, "Ah stop! I'm gonna ruin my makeup job!"

"Yay! Pumpkins! Let's make a gourd horror movie!" Sally Sonnie skipped towards the greenhouse!

[Mable Wood]

Mable recognized that motorcycle sound, and she grinned.

Mable's mouths OMG. when she sees Em. "Whoa, hot stuff." The old Donna Summer's song flits through her mind and she resists singing Hot Stuff. "You really want a kiss with all this green? It will probs leave a mark." She grinned even bigger at the thought of where she wanted to leave the green marks.

"That is truly a terrible accent." Mable laughs a belly laugh at Circe

Mable got serious for a moment when discussing the dress Amber had worn. "Oh, that dress was incredible. It didn't seem to chaff her at all and I don't see how she could wear anything under it. She said all the chains wear well balance and didn't feel heavy." Mable gave a little pout, "but she didn't seem to want to play."

Mable picks up a carving knife and stabs into the pumpkin. Once she gets the top off she grabs handfuls of pumpkin guts. "Go ahead and throw the guts over into the compost bucket next to you."

[Emily Makerith]

Emily grins. "Well, there weren't chain links here" she gestures to her boobs, "or, y'know, here" She waves the same hand vaguely over her crotch, "That was all regular dress, but she was still pretty cute."

She rests on Sonnie's shoulder. "Lurk? I don't lurk! I, just, like, be there when people need someone-thing! And what are you trying to say, babe? That I'm some kind of demon? Spreading temptation and vices like.... like... I mean I don't.... um...huh." The Ithaeur frowns, then looks around, cheerily. "Anyone wanna help me out here?"

She slips around Mable and kisses her long and sow on the lips. "You've never cared about leaving marks on me before..." she says, tapping the vampire on the nose with her tail. "Awww.... if you want to, uh, play, I know our Valkarye lady over here loves playing..." Emily slips her arms back around "Fiona".

[Circe]

"Der ish der werst acca, cough cough cough," she rubs her throat, "Fanculo," the Italian stops trying to be Swedish, "It was a bad one. But at lest Sonny is havin' a gourd time," Circe twirls her own carving knife. It was harder to do with pliers, knives had better balance, "Such a lively corpse!"

"Ah," she nods as the chain dress is explained, "That sounds much less masochistic. More fashionista. Or 80s action film," Circe shakes her head. She starts to carve but thinks on Emily's question. "Asmodeus? Succubus? Glab Bozo? Or ya know," she smiles, "Girl Scouts visiting a diet camp. Can't trust lil' kids tryin' ta sell ya cookies. Conspiracy of the hoi polloi ta take money," she nods seriously before laughing as she goes back to carving.

Then the kiss.

"Nice ta know yer affection does show," there is a scraping sound as she messed up the carving. Fortunately the vambraces are actual metal, "Fanculo, too many sexy distractions." She gets the lid off the pumpkin, "Sweet lil' devil I won't complain if we are gonna play snu-snu with 4 instead o' 3. Make is heritical by," Circe smiles with a nod at Emily as her free hand dices into the pumpkin, "Consorting with demons," a nod towards Sonnie, "Necrophilia," and finally a look at Mable, "And goin' Green is all the rage these days. But one question?"

This time the knife hits metal with intent to do so, "Well 2 questions. Armor on or off while playing?" she lifts her free hand covered in pumpkin guts up to view, "And where is the compost again?"

[Sonnie Wu]

"RAAAAAHHHH!" With a wordless warcry, Sonnie plunged the carving blade into the top of the skull pumpkin with... let's call it vigor. Then she happily cut an opening and started emptying the gourd of it's gooey contents. Handfuls of seeds and stringy orange glop were tossed aside into the assigned compost bucket. "Ah, not gonna cook the seeds? They're delicious!"

She gestured towards Emily, "You lurked! Totally lurked! Lurker!"

Sonnie was quite focused on her pumpkin carving, and thus was largely oblivious to the innuendo being tossed back and forth by the other women, "Goofy face or scary face? Maybe some sort of logo? Decisions, decisions!" She gave the other pumpkins a quick scan, to see what they were making.

"Wait," she blinked, catching up to something Circe said, "I can't trust girl scout cookies?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable laughed at Circe's bad accent in Swedish and her very bad puns. "What does fanculo mean?" She asked, not knowing Italian.

Mable kissed Em, "You are temptation."She grins and thinks about banging her right here, "Sweet, sweet temptation. The costume suits you."

"You can save the seeds if you want. I have some baggies inside." She offered Sonnie.

"On then off. and the bucket under the table for the compost" she said to Circe with a mischievous grin.

Mable started to wonder how everyone would look naked covered in pumpkin guts. That was one heated thought that made her smile.
Mable scraps her pumpkin clean then moves onto the face. "Goodness, now you have me questioning the face." She gives a fake glare to Sonnie.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily grins widely. "Oh, I make an excellent Suck.....cubuuss," the werewolf quips to Circe. "Wait, no! I meant help me argue I'm not some kind of sinful spreader of vices! I'm lovely and sweet and innocent!" The werewolf sniggers.

"Awww, Circe! My affection always shows!" Emily bounces over and rests her chin on the valkarye's shoulder - Mable's facepaint has left green marks around Emily's mouth and cheeks. "Feeling a little left out, babe?" she chuckles. "And always armour off. I didn't bring a can opener."

Blue eyes leer at Sonnie playfully. "I did no-ooot luuuuuurk!" The devil stamps her foot, cackling with laughter. "And you can totally trust them, because they're delicious! Someone," she shoots Circe a look, "Is suggesting I'm innocent as girl scouts selling cookies at a fat camp!"

Emily slips back to Mable. "Aw, really? That's sweet! ...Is it working?" She smiles, the look in her eyes hungry. She quickly steals another kiss on Mable's lips.

[Circe]

"Sonny ya can do a goofy scary face ya know. Or a scary Goofy face though Disney might object," she just adds more fuel to the fire as she twirls the knife. Then snorts at the question, "Well there was that peanut butter recall a while back. So, no. But ya gotta respect the good business sense of what I suggested," she nods in approval at the corrupt concept.

"Ah so it is, I blame all the sexy sights fer missin' it." the pumpkin innards start slopping into the bucket as the knife is set aside, "And fanculo is an Italian general cuss. Kinda like fuck."

And Emily was getting into it. "Hey well that's easy. Just ride a unicorn," she laughs as only Sonny might get that innuendo. These mortals wouldn't, "Then ya prove yer a pure maiden AND a succubus. And why would I feel left out," she reaches an arm around Sonnie to hug the monkey as she nuzzled there cheeks together, "I think I'd look great covered in blue."

She then gives a false gasp of shock, "Who would accuse you of such things?!" More pumpkin innards are withdrawn, "A lurker? Sounds like a bug or something. I always thought ya were more of a licker," Circe does her best to try to impersonate Gene Simmons' tongue act as she tosses away more innards, "And I'm certain yer more innocent then I am, which would put ya on par with such business savvy girl scouts."