IV. [Event: Halloween]

[sailedfirst]

[ACTION -- Oct 31]
[It's generally agreed by the residents of CH3, Room 40 that this month? is a very, very bad month. The sooner it ends, the better everyone will feel. Probably. But on the last day of said month, it's Sabo's turn to experience its ugliness firsthand.

All day long, right from the moment he wakes up, he's going to be surrounded by a ghostly entourage of a classic noble household, comprising of a butler, a housemaid, a valet, a cook and a chauffeur, all intent on calling him their "Young Master" and attending to his each and every need or whim.

Whether Sabo wants them or not. And Sabo sure as hell doesn't want them.

From dressing up (which involves a lot of fancy aristocratic clothes, "GAH! What the hell, these aren't mine!") ...To snacks ("No, I don't want your stupid Earl Gray tea and lemon chiffon cakes! Leave me alone!") From staying indoors ("Dammit, what have you done with my room?! Quit cleaning and go away! ...AND STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'm not your master!") ...To escaping outside ("...Really? You guys even brought a damn carriage with you? ...That's it, I'm done with you stupid ghosts. ... STOP FOLLOWING ME!")

So yes, Sabo can be seen around the village plagued by his ghostly servants, growing more and more irritable with each call of "Young Master!". To strangers, this might seem all well and good, as the ghosts really do make a good job of their services. But to a noble-born kid who doesn't want to be treated or known as such? This is one highly successful prank.

All this because he'd shut the door to the faces of some trick or treating ghosts last night.

Finally, he gives up and turns to the journal for help.]

[Voice]

Do you guys have any idea how to drive the damn ghosts away? I... I could use some help here.

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voice;

[breezing]

I thought they normally go away if you give 'em candy?

[ But she's been dealing with the less devoted versions, Sabo, so. ]

voice;

[sailedfirst]

I tried. [Or at least, there were candies among the other stuff he'd thrown at them? But augh, it looks like revenge is sweeter for these ghosts.] They still won't leave!

voice;

[breezing]

Maybe you could lose 'em in the maze? [ She's actually trying to think up ways to lose ghosts, right now. It's...not normally a problem in Ikki's world, or at least it isn't a problem she's ever had. ]

When did they start following you? Maybe there's a reason!

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[sailedfirst]

[The only ghosts he knows are Perona's ghosts, but while they are terrible in retrospect, at least he's friends with their mistress! These guys though... >>]

But wouldn't they just phase through the stalks? And they have a carriage with them to, so I can't exactly outrun 'em! [Sighs.] I know the reason. This is payback from last night, I'm sure of it!

[Video]

[tapdancinskelly]

Have you tried singing to them?

[Well speak of the devil, it's the skeleton that dresses up in an outdated tux and drinks earl grey tea. He'd probably fit right in with the entourage of ghosts sent to pester Sabo. Of course this is also Brook's first encounter with Sabo, so he's also not completely aware of what his relationship to the crew is.]

[Video]

[sailedfirst]

...You're a skeleton. [Excuse him, Brook. Staring for a moment because skeleton drinking tea. And welp, he heard there's a cyborg in the Strawhat crew. Of a towering 8 foot tall gentleman skeleton musician? Nope, not yet.

But well, considering Sabo's lately been exposed to the various states of decay of his ghostly entourage, seeing a skeleton in the journal isn't as much shocking now. Maybe it's a Halloween shift thing?]

Well, they tried singing to me. And how would a song even help?! [You can tell he's desperate though.]

[Video]

[tapdancinskelly]

Yup. [Siiiiiip.] I'm also a rock star.

[He completely tosses off his gentlemanly getup, gulping his tea down, and switches into his Soul King persona. Complete with crown and electric guitar.]

And I can tell you the best way to get a ghost moving, is to sing them a song that hits them in their sooooul! Yohohoho!

[Are you confused yet Sabo?]

Trust me on this, as a writer of soul, rock and roll, and the greatest rock hits, I can tell you music can do wonders to the spirit. So it only makes sense that it could do wonders to deal with spirits! Yohohoho!

[Video]

[sailedfirst]

[... Yeah ok, what? He doesn't even know where to start pointing out the weird things in here.

A skeleton rock star? Singing to their soul??! Okay, maybe the "writer" part interested him kinda positively. And... okay, he can agree with music doing wonders to the spirit thing.]

...Are you saying you can talk to these guys? Er-- with songs? [Because so far, his ghostly servants only seemed to hear what they want to hear, and it's pissing Sabo off.]

[toujourschatte]

[Hello, Sabo. Have a small black cat appear mysteriously at your heels, watching the goings on with something like feline amusement. Is she laughing at you? Probably. But it might be hard to tell]

[sailedfirst]

[Oh hai, kitty. Excuse the boy for a moment while he stomps away, attempting to wrench the fancy decors his valet had oh-so thoughtfully added to his hat. Watch out for angrily-thrown feathers, laces and jewels!]

[toujourschatte]

[She catches up quickly and with a leap jumps on top of his hat. This way, she won't have to run to keep up and she can help take off the feathers that he seems to loathe. Though why he should she can't imagine. They are quite nice as feathers go]

[sailedfirst]

[He freezes at the sudden weight on his head, before sighing in annoyance and reaching up to take off his hat to inspect it better.] Tch add a damn crown in and I'll kick your asses back to your graves, basta--

[...Eh? A cat. There's... a cat on his hat.]

Uh... Hey there.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

If you don't want the tea and cakes can I have them?

[Actually Marco thinks the ghosts are hilarious. You're on your own bro.]

[Action]

[sailedfirst]

[Scowling at your amusement for his pain, before dumping the dainty porcelain teacup in its saucer, and a plate of said cake in front of Marco so hard it's a wonder how they didn't break on impact.]

Take 'em, I don't care.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[MAN. It is a really good thing Marco can keep a straight face, because damn this is hilarious to him. Sorry bro.]

Thank you very much Sabo. [Politely sips his tea and makes a face.] Ah, I see they substituted salt for sugar. Juvenile. I give a 2.5. [Yup rating their pranks.]

[Action]

[sailedfirst]

[Worst bro ever. Sabo's just going to glare at you from where he's ripping all the frills and ruffles his extra coat seemed to gain overnight.

Meanwhile, his ghostly entourage seemed upset that their "Young Master" isn't the one benefiting from their services so, the tea (cup and all) will just kind of turn into a sickening goo before melting completely. And the cake... Well, Marco's a bird, so maybe he'll appreciate the wriggling worms inside?]

[voice]

[hisapprentice]

[HEY IT'S THAT VIOLIN KID]

Tell them to do something that's impossible.

[voice]

[sailedfirst]

[OI you're the one looking for it!]

Like what, come back to life?! [Sorry, Luke. He's just incredibly grumpy.] And anyway, I don't want them to do anything 'xcept to go away.

[voice]

[hisapprentice]

If you get them all preoccupied by doing something that takes a long time, you can get away!

[action]

[hiken_ace]

[So, you're brother still had a hangover the size of the Moby Dick. And those ghosts are getting more and more annoying by the second. He glares at the ghosts, hoping just that will make them leave.]

Right now, I'm willing to try burning them to make them shut the hell up. [Do not upset the hungover fire pirate.]

[action]

[sailedfirst]

[Still? Or is that a new hang-over? In any case, Sabo throws Ace a look that's half-annoyed, half-guilty.]

You're going to burn down the apartment along with 'em. [Pauses, and frowns hard at the floor.] ...Want me to go away then? 'Least until they're gone?

[The ghosts will follow Sabo and leave the hungover fire pirate to his misery, if Ace agrees. But that'll make one upset tiny bro.]

[action]

[hiken_ace]

[Hey, he doesn't get hangovers much. He usually hopes they'll be gone within a few hours. But he's grumbling to himself right now.]

It'll build itself back in a day. [Psh, bro, pls. He throws an arm around Sabo to keep him there.] Tch, no. Then I'll lose the only person helping me keep my sanity now.

[Voice]

[hollower]

...I can maybe talk to them to get them to leave.

[Considering she made pretty good friends with a lot of them. Probably because Perona's always willing to feed her ghostly comrades, and has a stock of candy and sweets that could make an entire block of children need to see a dentist. And speaking of sweets--]

Ah, and I do have something for you as well. I'll drop that off for you, too. [Oh, and maybe your housemates, too...I guess.]

[Voice]

[sailedfirst]

Could you really?! [There's an obvious hope in his voice since if anyone's capable of talking to ghosts, it would be the self-proclaimed "Ghost Princess", right? He's never been so glad to have you as a friend, Perona. ;v;

And because he knows Perona and his bros aren't exactly on good terms, it might be best not to let them stay within a few feet of each other.] Oh? I could go meet you somewhere, if you want?

[Voice]

[hollower]

Of course. You said it yourself, didn't you - that's what friends are for.

[Though she really does wonder just how bad Sabo's getting it to actually be asking for help. The ghosts Perona's familiar with play dirty tricks and pretty simple pranks - nothing too bad, though she'd never been on the receiving end, so... Mm, still, she'll do her best to shoo them away from the poor kid.]

Eh? I don't mind, anywhere you like is fine. Half way, maybe? Though I don't really know where you live...