http://mustbemaes.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mustbemaes.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] itsjustagamerp2011-10-23 08:48 pm

The Bell Tolls for Thee

Characters: Maes Hughes & Open to whoever hears Maes
Content: Halloween Event! Running from and/or Fighting Scarecrows
Location: Deck 3 [Housing Deck] - Bathroom, then Hallway
Time of day: Midnight~
Warnings: CREEPY SCARECROWS!


Maes tossed his toothbrush back into his cup and picked it up from the sink's edge. It was late, but he hadn't exactly been sleeping much lately. During the day he managed to pull off his usual carefree, laid back self, but at night he was reminded of just how much he had lost. It wasn't exactly nightmares that plagued him, just a feeling of sadness and loneliness...and failure. What were they going to do...now that he was gone? Maes sighed, splashing water on his face and wiping it down with a towel. He knew Cambot was probably hovering outside the bathroom waiting to see if there was anything more he could record and broadcast, even at this late hour.

As Maes tossed the towel to the side he heard the bathroom door open and close. He looked up only to find that the doorway was empty. Odd, was Cambot sneaking in on him? That was kind of rude wasn't it? Maes shook his head and turned back to the bathroom mirror.

Only to find a full-size Scarecrow standing behind him in its reflection.

"HOL-JEEZE!" Maes cried out in surprise as he spun around, his hand knocking over the cup and his toothbrush that had been perched on the sink.

The scarecrow didn't move, it only stared at Maes with empty button eyes. It was smiling, well, a stitched on smile, but still a smile. Maes took a few deep breaths when it didn't show signs of moving. He wondered if he was finally loosing it. Surely THIS wasn't a normal part of this crazy space adventure. Slowly, cautiously, Maes knelt down and picked up the toothbrush, "Okay Mr.Scarecrow. You just stay over there and I'll let you have the bathroom all to yourself."

Items in hand, Maes rose to his feet again. He was starting to wish he'd gotten some knives from the kitchen after all since he felt pretty vulnerable right now. Not only was he weaponless except for his toothbrush, but he was already in his pajamas (a cotton pair he had found with little duckies on them, it reminded him of a pair Elysia had gotten him for Father's Day). How much more vulnerable could he be? Taking a deep breath and keeping his eye on the scarecrow, Maes started sneaking back to the door. He managed to get out of the bathroom and shut the door back on the scarecrow. As soon as the door was shut he let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk back to his room.

Only to find another scarecrow there, in the corner, waiting for him. "WHAT THE HELL!"

[identity profile] virtualunknown.livejournal.com 2011-10-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
MakubeX had spent most of the night so far poking and prodding at the Cambot in his room. He hadn't had much success finding any sort of opening yet. He had become used to various shouts and other noises coming from the halls or from the other decks.

Most nights he would have chosen to ignore it, but he was becoming frustrated with the little robot and was in desperate need of a distraction. He got up and poked his head out the door.

"What's going on?"

[identity profile] punsofiron.livejournal.com 2011-10-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
During all this, a somewhat bedheaded Liz appeared in the hall. By now she was already rather miffed, spending the past ten minutes banging on the door of deck 2's bathroom - honestly why did Servo always take so long in there? - and came down to deck 3 with the hopes that nobody else had the urge for a late night bubble bath. But on the way down she ended up being followed down by a random scarecrow - what was this, Howl's Moving Satellite?

She may have been in a bathrobe, but vorpal bunny slippers (https://www.bunnyslippers.com/bunny-slippers/killer-rabbit-slippers.php?gclid=CPL8oqWdgKwCFYHe4AodshoXWw) and a broom helped her on the side of intimidation, at least. She saw Maes and his confrontation with another scarecrow.

"Good to know I'm not the only one then."

[identity profile] keeperonenya.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually, Galadriel was asleep when midnight came, but not tonight. It probably had something to do with the worms she had found in her bed.

When she heard Maes cry of suprise, she quickly ran to investigate. Only to find a scarecrow blocking her path. A scarecrow that was standing perfectly upright despite having no soil to rest in. A scarecrow that was slowly hopping towards her.

Normally, Galadriel would not be so scared by this. But at this late hour, combined with her lack of sleep, she was terrified.

"HELP!" she called out as loudly as she could in her moment of panic.

[identity profile] sailorlaughter.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"WHEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Pinkie, being on a continual sugar high, wasn't exactly known for keeping the most regular hours. She'd quite quickly discovered a scarecrow following her around. At first it had only moved when she was looking away, but soon it felt comfortable enough to visibly hop after her.

And that was how she came to be riding a frantically bucking scarecrow through the hallway, waving its hat over her head in one hoof. "RIDE 'EM, COWPONY! Oh hi Maes whatcha - woaaah!" The scarecrow flung itself into the wall, forcing the pony to fling both forelegs around its neck again. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked again with a smile.