xp_logs | Nightmare Before Christmas. Yvette and Monet (Reply)

"Yvette, sweetie, darling. Auntie Monet needs some help with her costume." Monet gave an unsteady twirl and pointed to the front of her Jack Sparrow vest. "Can you make some holes for me? The lacing sucks on this thing."

Yvette had been in the process of assembling her own costume, a metallic headband with two red antennae bobbing around on her head. She blinked at Monet. "Of course I can be helping," she said, looking at the vest. "But perhaps it is better for you to be sitting down first?"

"Sitting is probably good, yes." Monet struggled out of the vest and held it out. She eyed Yvette's costume. "Dude, that's awesome. Are you a lobster?" She pointed to the vest. "See, these holes need to be a bit further away from the seam, for the lacing, but I broke my scissors and then I broke my dodgy scissors and ... decided it was probably better not to touch Clarice's."

"Yes, I am the lobster. Only not to be cooked in the pot." Yvette made a "claw" of her free hand, clacking her fingers at Monet with a grin. "I can be fixing this, yes, if I am being careful. You are being... the pirate?" she asked uncertainly, looking at the dreadlocks and drawn-on stubble.

"Niiiice. Just don't bring a real one with you? They scare the crap out of me. It's the legs." Monet brandished a flagon of it's-absolutely-not-at-all-real rum. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. And where has all the rum gone?"

The rum line helped - there had been that line that Laurie had been repeating, and the movie that had all the sword fights. "Oh! That pirate!" It explained the swaying now, at least. "And no, I will not bring the real lobster. Angel might want to cook him, and that would be bad." As she spoke, Yvette was laying the vest on the coffee table, examining it before she started making holes. "Are you getting better, Monet? From being not well?"

Monet shrugged. What was it with everyone asking that? Didn't the walk just give away the fact that she wasn't yet? "Kind of. The doc said it's going to be slow, but. So, you don't like lobster?"

Yvette shook her head, then stripped off one glove to start work on the vest. The tricky part would be to make holes without scratching the table underneath, or tearing the cloth too much. "I do not like that they are cooked when they are alive. It is being cruel. And I am, how you say...? Having the sympathy? We are both red and spiky, and scaring the crap out of the people sometimes."

"It is a bit, yeah, but I'm willing to forgo kindness in favour of the fact that they're really tasty. Anyway, you're not scary, unless other people are completely fucked in the head and they're not red
till after you cook them." Monet paused. "Besides, you have thumbs and they don't. Thumbs are very important." She waggled hers for emphasis. "Also, that looks fantastic. Thank you."

Yvette looked up from where she'd managed a half-row of holes for the lacing, eyes glowing. "You are welcome. I like to be helping with my powers." She punched the remaining holes and grinned at Monet, holding up the vest in her gloved hand. "There, you are being ready for the party now."

Monet smiled gratefully and put the vest back on. She gave a bow (Why do I not have a hat to flourish? Poor planning) and held out her arm to Yvette. "Shall we, my dear?"

Yvette giggled. "We shall, yes," she replied, pausing to adjust her tail before taking Monet's arm.