deusexhormones | Hundred Eleventh Explosion

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[Naturally a bit forward-dating /kicks off event

Hi Luceti? You know how it's morning right now? Maybe like... five in the morning, tops, right now? Well, unfortunately, you sleep is going to be rudely interrupted by a loud and surprisingly deep CAAAAAAWWW coming from House 10. It echoes across a pretty wide area of the village, given it's size. Albeit probably mostly for people on the North end.

One such person awakened by this cry is Haruki Suzumiya, who immediately goes upstairs to find his beloved pet, Sekai (who is now a full-grown rooster and due to his breed the size of a small turkey after being alive a whole year) and then lead him outside. Because he's half-sleep, he doesn't realize what he's wearing... at first. But then, when he walks out the door he is wearing nothing so much as (badly made) stereotypical God costume (think this) complete with a fake beard.

It's also at this point that he notices that the town looks a little different than before. Looking down at Sekai, he sighs, goes back in and gets his journal, ahd flips it open before settling on the porch with his chicken.]

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The Organization strikes for Halloween... again. [And following this, he starts to hum the first song that comes to mind; namely "This is Halloween"]

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Alright then, you're on!

Alright! You in contact with Shiki and get talking with her. She'll make something to your specs.

Wouldn't the point that she could design something I'd like without knowin' what I like?

No, the point would be she sees your fashion sense and then makes something custom-tailored to you. It's a customs shop, moron.

I shouldn't have to tell her anything then. She should be able to tell at a glance and get to work!

You still need to meet with her for that glance.

Then I'll meet her!

Alright, I'll be waiting on the results.

It's gonna have to wait until after this crap's over, though. Somehow, I don't think she'll get what my "style" is while I'm stuck in a costume.

...Oh, right. Yeah, that's true.

I definitely don't want her thinkin' green tights and an eyemask are my 'style'. Even if this costume is kinda comfy.

Wait wait wait- aren't you in spandex? [He examines this little icon a bit more here]

Yeah, and you're wearin' a fake beard.

I'm not saying I'm cool with my balls bring as hot as a Christmas Ham!

Hey man! This costume breathes!

Sure it does.

'Least I'm not going to have a wicked rash on my face after all this.

My legs won't be rawer than a steak!

We'll about that one, won't we?

Yeah, definitely. We'll talk when this is over.