Meggan and Laura (Backdated)
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xp_logsMeggan and Laura work on picking out costumes for Halloween.
Meggan was pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of choices in the store. She had expected to barely find anything left to pick through a few days into October. Or that all the good costumes would have been grabbed already, leaving nothing but fairy princesses. She didn’t really have a specific costume in mind--she just knew that she wouldn’t dress up as a ghost, a witch, or an angel. She had already been a scary stone angel a couple years back, so it might just be considered a repeat performance. And whatever she picked couldn’t be too short, since that sort of defeated the purpose of even wearing a costume.
Scantily clad just wasn’t for her—and if she tried, Kurt and Amanda might say as much, plus a whole lot more. She was steering clear of the one row containing nothing but ultra short-short skirts. As she was halfway into digging through the closest rack, she peeked over a hanger. Carefully batting a stray sleeve out of her face, she asked, “Laura? Are you dressing up this year?”
Laura herself...she was a scantly clad, miniskirt sort of girl, but she could do with almost any kind of clothes. Past Halloweens had included the always classic nurse, but also other things like fairies, a police officer -which got her maybe too much attention at age fourteen- and she had even done the whole white sheet ghost back on her early years. She had stopped wearing costumes since she turned seventeen though, as she really preferred going to parties where it didn't matter whether you were pretending to be a cat or not. Her clothes weren't any more concealing though.
"Hm?", came her voice from a couple of rows to the left, where she was looking at a spaceman's uniform. Hilarious, thought as she put it in place and headed towards Meggan. "I don't know," admitted with a smile. "I feel that I would end up picking some super sexy clothes and making every guy uncomfortable." She actually liked the idea, but if she was going to stay in the mansion with everyone, maybe she should be a little more respectful. Bo-ring. "You think I should?"
“Maybe? If you think you’d like it? It could be fun.” Meggan had a moment’s pause at one costume she had almost missed, holding it up with a slight grin. It had been wedged in between the Naughty French Maid, Naughty Cheerleader, and Naughty Nurse costumes.
“Not as fun? I think Naughty Grim Reaper would be the one to really make people uncomfortable.” Or maybe it was meant to be the Ghost of Christmas Future relaxing while on holiday at the beach? With the vague description on the package, it could work as that, too. It came with a plastic scythe, and, oddly, what appeared to be an Indiana Jones whip hanging from the side. She really didn’t want to know why. “The ones that wouldn’t make guys uncomfortable are probably in the next row.”
A shrug was Laura's initial answer. "Maybe..." She was older than the students, lived with Cammie -who wasn't precisely a festive person anyway- and was more focused on actually getting her driver's license at last. But what was the harm on some fun with the mansion people?
"Naughty Female Grim Reaper? It's like a shiny bikini with a black, body tight costume. It even has the bones drawn and everything. And the scythe and the whip..." Until that moment, Laura hadn't been looking at the package, so when she noticed that Meggan was actually holding it, she stopped. "Not that I had ever used that thing." That said, she moved to the next row.
”Yeah, exactly the one,” Meggan quietly answered, somehow managing to restrain a giggle. She put the Grim Reaper bikini and accessories back up, before catching up with Laura. “Is there anything you think you’d like? So I’ll know to watch for something like it?”
Getting a better look at the next costumes, she grinned. “And I guess we’ve hit the fantasy section? And Jane Austen-style gowns.” These actually looked really pretty...without being expensive, she noted as she looked at a couple of the closest price tags. They didn’t look like they would fall apart if she touched them, either. It was stuff that felt like it could have almost fallen out of older time periods, plus all the fairy tales and old stories she could think of.
Laura meditated the question -and also took the chance of leaving whatever unconscious revelation she had made in the past- as she inspected what probably was the most average princess costume ever done in history. It wasn't her type. "Something fun, easy to move in, without much extra accessories...without being too revealing?" The gown was pretty, but really, not her thing. Laura realized she was dangerously close to become a pain, so she tried to find something suitable, faster. "What about...a pirate? Not the wench, but the pirate guy clothes." It had legs, bandana, shirt, even eye liner and some belts. "Hmm..."
Now pirates Meggan could help with, and she nodded. “That could work. And…I have a small stuffed parrot that you could stick on your shoulder, if you need to borrow it? There’s a little bit of velcro on the bottom, so he doesn’t fall off.” She gave a small shrug. “I had it as part of a back-up idea. Turn myself blue, grab the parrot, and just say that I’m a Pirate Smurf.” Looking at some of the selections in this section, though, Meggan was relatively confident that she didn’t need her back-up choice anymore.
Three hats that could pass as pirate-style were sitting on the bottom of one shelf. Holding one up, she asked, “Do you want a hat with or without feathers? Or the one with a boot buckle?”
Even if Meggan wasn't trying, she made Laura chuckle a bit. Pirate Smurf huh? She was suddenly warming up to the girl a little more. "I'll take the parrot then." The one with the boot buckle looked like the right one for her. "Thanks God it doesn't have a skull with bones crossed painted on it." That was ridiculously cliché, and maybe Laura was forgetting that such was more or less the whole idea of dressing up, but she wanted it to look more realistic. "This is coming up nicely...you got something for you? There are plenty of stores to look at." It wouldn't do if Meggan had to pick from a limited source.
While the Mother Nature costume almost worked for Meggan, she could just see people thinking she was wearing a regular green dress and stuffing plastic flowers and leaves on her head because she was out of ideas. It couldn’t pass for an elf all that well, even if she added some pointy ears. However, the ones next to that just might work.
“I’m almost there, actually.” She shook her head, and held up her choices. “But I can’t decide. Which costume do you think works better? Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas...or using Zorro to be Dread Pirate Roberts from Princess Bride...or Little Red Riding Hood? Because if I turn that cloak inside out to where it’s black, I could also look like a Ringwraith if I wanted.” The first was really just the patchwork dress, but she knew she could turn herself blue and then painstakingly draw the little stitches on one by one all over. It wouldn’t be that hard, with a picture as a guide. The black boots on the nearby shelf could work for Dread Pirate Roberts.
She got a better look at the price tag, which had been hidden beneath the hood until now, and her eyes widened. “On second thought...scratch Little Red Riding Hood from the choices. The cloak’s too much.” Just slightly over two hundred dollars was way out of her price range. Was it made from the fur of all the most valuable creatures in the world? If she bought the Red Riding Hood wicker basket and not the gorgeous cloak that accompanied it, she could always hide a stash of candy or cookies for others in it--no matter what costume she ended up with.
Why didn't she spend more time around this kid? Hearing her talk was making Laura want to buy everything for Meggan and take her to eat ice cream...and she might end up doing the second, as she hadn't brought enough money to do the first. So she simply smirked in silence as she listened.
"Well...wait, what's that cloak made of? Little cute furry...wolves?" She didn't know the price, but Meggan's tone was evidently the one you used when the price was beyond ridiculous. "I say you join me crew and go Dread Pirate Roberts, matey." Because two pirates were always better than one! Unless they were the real deal, then she didn't want to do with anything pirate-y. "And the less you have to make yourself look like something else, the better, I think." She could pop her claws and go for something a lot more feral -and sexy, she realized- but it just wouldn't do if she ended up retracting them and someone saw her. "Hey, I can totally lend you some money, so don't worry about the price too much."
“That’s almost the only explanation,” Meggan laughed. “Minks and wolves--maybe not half the pelt of the world’s rarest animal, since that might drive the cost go up even more.” It was soft enough, but that couldn’t be the explanation. A lot of delicate manufacturing? Were they adding in the cost of skulking through the shadows until hunters could move in and catch whatever the thing was they were tracking? “Are you sure? No, that’s okay. I really couldn’t ask you to pay that much.” She quietly turned the hood closer to Laura, to show her the $210 price tag. "Maybe it was shipped in from the world's most expensive catalog," she guessed, only half joking.
Dread Pirate Roberts did sound a lot better in her mind, though...and while the cutlass in the corner wouldn’t work, the smaller one behind that might. Apart from the handle, it could just about pass for the one from the movie. “I think you’re right. With Sally, I’d be doodling on myself for a while before I could go out, and then turning blue. With this? Put it on and go…and end up making bad pirate puns with you for the night, which is so much better.” She then added with a small grin, “And maybe a few little twists on what Inigo Montoya says at a certain point if I can’t help myself.” After all, he was next in line for the title of Dread Pirate Roberts at the end of the movie. So she could say it.
Laura laughed without much reservation. "Just make sure people don't get too confused regarding who is saying just what to them." It was promising though. Good times ahead. She took the stuff she had picked, plus some belts and walked over to where she was. "I suppose I could take that other sword thingy." Cutlass, but she didn't really mind about the name too much. "Hm, I think I had seen some pistols somewhere here, too." That and she would be done and ready. Funny how in her mind it had taken her a surprisingly short amount of time, compared to her usual shopping sprees.
Meggan chuckled at that. “Yeah, if they haven’t seen the movie, they’ll be confused--and asking me to slice little Z’s somewhere.” Either way, it would be fun for her. With a grin, she wondered, “And it might not help them get it if I say something like ‘my name is Meggan Szardos...you decimated the candy. Prepare to shop.’ While holding up the little sword, of course.” She briefly wondered if it would make the costume better or worse if she added one of those little stickers that said ‘my name is...’—in this case, either Inigo Montoya or Not Zorro. It would probably be worse.
All she needed now was a mask, and she would be ready. At least the rest didn’t cost more than she could handle. The Zorro costume had a little black masquerade mask with it, which didn’t work for Dread Pirate Roberts. As an alternative, Meggan found a small black bandana nearby—just cut two little eyeholes in it, and it would be perfect for Dread Pirate Roberts. She made sure to grab the Red Riding Hood basket when she passed it again. Even if she wasn’t getting that cloak, she’d need the basket.
“There are a couple plastic dueling pistols over here, too,” she pointed out. She had found two more hidden behind the bulk of the baskets. And a couple more classic pirate details. Holding up one hook, she offered, “You don’t want a Captain Hook type of hand, do you? You wouldn’t be able to carry a pistol and a cutlass with one hand.” She wouldn’t ask about the peg leg. How anyone could wear a peg leg on Halloween without tipping over or getting splinters was a mystery to her.
Even Laura, who had seen the movie, was a bit confused. Figures there was still people out there that moved faster than her..."Not that you shouldn't, if you want", pointed as she took a moment to examine the expensive cloak; it wasn't such a big deal of a cloak in her opinion. Maybe it was magical? Maybe the maker was a prick; chances were the price was set most likely for the second reason. "I suppose they would end up feeling like they had actually done something, but I don't seen anyone shopping for their lives after such accusation." Although the ones that would get the joke might end up giving her extra candy, and that was a good as it could get on Halloween.
The pistols were certainly what she was looking for, and even more important, harmless. "Nah, I always wondered if they really put hooks at hands back then, but I think I'm the last person that could ever need one of those." And it would be really messy to move around with all that stuff on her and a hand missing. Laura had enhanced balance, and even her didn't know how could someone use a peg leg at any time. "So, do you guys go down to Salem Center every Halloween or something like that?" It was her first Halloween far from home, so she wanted to know if this was some sort of ritual thing the Xavier kids had or something.
Meggan nodded--it was a weird variation, but the only one she could think of at the moment that didn’t involve accusations of murder. She would probably get a better thing to say by the time Halloween came. “The only pirate I’ve ever heard of to do it was Captain Hook--and he’s fictional. So...it’s either from a story that accidentally turned into a legend, or there was a pirate or two that didn’t care about accidentally poking himself every five minutes if he used the wrong hand when he wasn’t thinking.” Might have even made shaving faster if they didn’t need a razor, for all she knew. On the flip side, she knew Long John Silver never had a peg leg—just a crutch to help himself along. So she couldn’t guess if peg legs had actually been used, either.
”A bunch used to,” she assured Laura. “I’m not too sure about everybody else this year, but I’ll head for a few houses before it gets too dark.” And then probably watch a few holiday specials when she got back, but that wasn’t set in stone. “If they have some kind of movie marathon in Salem Center, I’ll do that.” After a moment, she clarified with a small wince, “Unless it’s a Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street kind of marathon, then I’ll skip it. I don’t think I could watch that.”
It would be reassuring to know pirates weren't that silly to go around poking their eyes with the hook-hands, really. "Well, Hook was quite skilled with his?" She didn't think it was logical to put something like that there though. Maybe a blade? That would make more sense.
"Huh, I would think they would go for the classics, but we can leave if you don't want to see them? I'm sure the mansion folks would have their fun anyway, even if we all have to stay in there and tell scary stories." And she knew some rather creepy ones, so it was a win-win scenario.
”I’d think he would be, what with all the not aging while in Neverland. He’d have had plenty of time to practice,” Meggan guessed. Unless a ticking crocodile were around, then all bets were off.
Meggan shook her head in determination. ”So long as it’s not something gory, I’ll be going. The older ones usually aren’t all that bad.” It wasn’t likely the first movie that ended up being shown would be filled with extremely scary stuff or mountains of gore. If something scared her and it wasn’t worth making a fuss over, she could always just watch from between her fingers. And if they did end up leaving and telling scary stories at the mansion, it could still make for a fun night.
She glanced back over to Laura as she came to the realization that she didn’t need to look for anything else. It felt like she had everything ready for a night out as Dread Pirate Roberts. “You know what? I think I’ve actually got everything I need. What about you? Do you need to get any patches for an eye?” She made a mental note that as soon as they were done here, she would get that stuffed parrot ready to give to Laura.
It was interesting to consider that a girl like Meggan was scared of a movie, considering the place she lived in, and the world that they all lived in, too. She wasn't completely informed about her life, but she knew it had been rough, and that was enough to make her reconsider the way she reacted to certain things. Still, all that deep thinking was going to cause Laura a headache in the long run.
"Eye-patch?" Rummaging over the stuff she had brought together, she fished said accessory for the showing. "Although I don't know if I'm going to use it. You could say I prefer to keep both my perfect eyesight and eye perception the whole night, but hey, might give it a try. Okay then! Let's get this paid, and maybe then we can do some actually screening to the clothes we would like to wear any other day besides Halloween."
Meggan was pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of choices in the store. She had expected to barely find anything left to pick through a few days into October. Or that all the good costumes would have been grabbed already, leaving nothing but fairy princesses. She didn’t really have a specific costume in mind--she just knew that she wouldn’t dress up as a ghost, a witch, or an angel. She had already been a scary stone angel a couple years back, so it might just be considered a repeat performance. And whatever she picked couldn’t be too short, since that sort of defeated the purpose of even wearing a costume.
Scantily clad just wasn’t for her—and if she tried, Kurt and Amanda might say as much, plus a whole lot more. She was steering clear of the one row containing nothing but ultra short-short skirts. As she was halfway into digging through the closest rack, she peeked over a hanger. Carefully batting a stray sleeve out of her face, she asked, “Laura? Are you dressing up this year?”
Laura herself...she was a scantly clad, miniskirt sort of girl, but she could do with almost any kind of clothes. Past Halloweens had included the always classic nurse, but also other things like fairies, a police officer -which got her maybe too much attention at age fourteen- and she had even done the whole white sheet ghost back on her early years. She had stopped wearing costumes since she turned seventeen though, as she really preferred going to parties where it didn't matter whether you were pretending to be a cat or not. Her clothes weren't any more concealing though.
"Hm?", came her voice from a couple of rows to the left, where she was looking at a spaceman's uniform. Hilarious, thought as she put it in place and headed towards Meggan. "I don't know," admitted with a smile. "I feel that I would end up picking some super sexy clothes and making every guy uncomfortable." She actually liked the idea, but if she was going to stay in the mansion with everyone, maybe she should be a little more respectful. Bo-ring. "You think I should?"
“Maybe? If you think you’d like it? It could be fun.” Meggan had a moment’s pause at one costume she had almost missed, holding it up with a slight grin. It had been wedged in between the Naughty French Maid, Naughty Cheerleader, and Naughty Nurse costumes.
“Not as fun? I think Naughty Grim Reaper would be the one to really make people uncomfortable.” Or maybe it was meant to be the Ghost of Christmas Future relaxing while on holiday at the beach? With the vague description on the package, it could work as that, too. It came with a plastic scythe, and, oddly, what appeared to be an Indiana Jones whip hanging from the side. She really didn’t want to know why. “The ones that wouldn’t make guys uncomfortable are probably in the next row.”
A shrug was Laura's initial answer. "Maybe..." She was older than the students, lived with Cammie -who wasn't precisely a festive person anyway- and was more focused on actually getting her driver's license at last. But what was the harm on some fun with the mansion people?
"Naughty Female Grim Reaper? It's like a shiny bikini with a black, body tight costume. It even has the bones drawn and everything. And the scythe and the whip..." Until that moment, Laura hadn't been looking at the package, so when she noticed that Meggan was actually holding it, she stopped. "Not that I had ever used that thing." That said, she moved to the next row.
”Yeah, exactly the one,” Meggan quietly answered, somehow managing to restrain a giggle. She put the Grim Reaper bikini and accessories back up, before catching up with Laura. “Is there anything you think you’d like? So I’ll know to watch for something like it?”
Getting a better look at the next costumes, she grinned. “And I guess we’ve hit the fantasy section? And Jane Austen-style gowns.” These actually looked really pretty...without being expensive, she noted as she looked at a couple of the closest price tags. They didn’t look like they would fall apart if she touched them, either. It was stuff that felt like it could have almost fallen out of older time periods, plus all the fairy tales and old stories she could think of.
Laura meditated the question -and also took the chance of leaving whatever unconscious revelation she had made in the past- as she inspected what probably was the most average princess costume ever done in history. It wasn't her type. "Something fun, easy to move in, without much extra accessories...without being too revealing?" The gown was pretty, but really, not her thing. Laura realized she was dangerously close to become a pain, so she tried to find something suitable, faster. "What about...a pirate? Not the wench, but the pirate guy clothes." It had legs, bandana, shirt, even eye liner and some belts. "Hmm..."
Now pirates Meggan could help with, and she nodded. “That could work. And…I have a small stuffed parrot that you could stick on your shoulder, if you need to borrow it? There’s a little bit of velcro on the bottom, so he doesn’t fall off.” She gave a small shrug. “I had it as part of a back-up idea. Turn myself blue, grab the parrot, and just say that I’m a Pirate Smurf.” Looking at some of the selections in this section, though, Meggan was relatively confident that she didn’t need her back-up choice anymore.
Three hats that could pass as pirate-style were sitting on the bottom of one shelf. Holding one up, she asked, “Do you want a hat with or without feathers? Or the one with a boot buckle?”
Even if Meggan wasn't trying, she made Laura chuckle a bit. Pirate Smurf huh? She was suddenly warming up to the girl a little more. "I'll take the parrot then." The one with the boot buckle looked like the right one for her. "Thanks God it doesn't have a skull with bones crossed painted on it." That was ridiculously cliché, and maybe Laura was forgetting that such was more or less the whole idea of dressing up, but she wanted it to look more realistic. "This is coming up nicely...you got something for you? There are plenty of stores to look at." It wouldn't do if Meggan had to pick from a limited source.
While the Mother Nature costume almost worked for Meggan, she could just see people thinking she was wearing a regular green dress and stuffing plastic flowers and leaves on her head because she was out of ideas. It couldn’t pass for an elf all that well, even if she added some pointy ears. However, the ones next to that just might work.
“I’m almost there, actually.” She shook her head, and held up her choices. “But I can’t decide. Which costume do you think works better? Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas...or using Zorro to be Dread Pirate Roberts from Princess Bride...or Little Red Riding Hood? Because if I turn that cloak inside out to where it’s black, I could also look like a Ringwraith if I wanted.” The first was really just the patchwork dress, but she knew she could turn herself blue and then painstakingly draw the little stitches on one by one all over. It wouldn’t be that hard, with a picture as a guide. The black boots on the nearby shelf could work for Dread Pirate Roberts.
She got a better look at the price tag, which had been hidden beneath the hood until now, and her eyes widened. “On second thought...scratch Little Red Riding Hood from the choices. The cloak’s too much.” Just slightly over two hundred dollars was way out of her price range. Was it made from the fur of all the most valuable creatures in the world? If she bought the Red Riding Hood wicker basket and not the gorgeous cloak that accompanied it, she could always hide a stash of candy or cookies for others in it--no matter what costume she ended up with.
Why didn't she spend more time around this kid? Hearing her talk was making Laura want to buy everything for Meggan and take her to eat ice cream...and she might end up doing the second, as she hadn't brought enough money to do the first. So she simply smirked in silence as she listened.
"Well...wait, what's that cloak made of? Little cute furry...wolves?" She didn't know the price, but Meggan's tone was evidently the one you used when the price was beyond ridiculous. "I say you join me crew and go Dread Pirate Roberts, matey." Because two pirates were always better than one! Unless they were the real deal, then she didn't want to do with anything pirate-y. "And the less you have to make yourself look like something else, the better, I think." She could pop her claws and go for something a lot more feral -and sexy, she realized- but it just wouldn't do if she ended up retracting them and someone saw her. "Hey, I can totally lend you some money, so don't worry about the price too much."
“That’s almost the only explanation,” Meggan laughed. “Minks and wolves--maybe not half the pelt of the world’s rarest animal, since that might drive the cost go up even more.” It was soft enough, but that couldn’t be the explanation. A lot of delicate manufacturing? Were they adding in the cost of skulking through the shadows until hunters could move in and catch whatever the thing was they were tracking? “Are you sure? No, that’s okay. I really couldn’t ask you to pay that much.” She quietly turned the hood closer to Laura, to show her the $210 price tag. "Maybe it was shipped in from the world's most expensive catalog," she guessed, only half joking.
Dread Pirate Roberts did sound a lot better in her mind, though...and while the cutlass in the corner wouldn’t work, the smaller one behind that might. Apart from the handle, it could just about pass for the one from the movie. “I think you’re right. With Sally, I’d be doodling on myself for a while before I could go out, and then turning blue. With this? Put it on and go…and end up making bad pirate puns with you for the night, which is so much better.” She then added with a small grin, “And maybe a few little twists on what Inigo Montoya says at a certain point if I can’t help myself.” After all, he was next in line for the title of Dread Pirate Roberts at the end of the movie. So she could say it.
Laura laughed without much reservation. "Just make sure people don't get too confused regarding who is saying just what to them." It was promising though. Good times ahead. She took the stuff she had picked, plus some belts and walked over to where she was. "I suppose I could take that other sword thingy." Cutlass, but she didn't really mind about the name too much. "Hm, I think I had seen some pistols somewhere here, too." That and she would be done and ready. Funny how in her mind it had taken her a surprisingly short amount of time, compared to her usual shopping sprees.
Meggan chuckled at that. “Yeah, if they haven’t seen the movie, they’ll be confused--and asking me to slice little Z’s somewhere.” Either way, it would be fun for her. With a grin, she wondered, “And it might not help them get it if I say something like ‘my name is Meggan Szardos...you decimated the candy. Prepare to shop.’ While holding up the little sword, of course.” She briefly wondered if it would make the costume better or worse if she added one of those little stickers that said ‘my name is...’—in this case, either Inigo Montoya or Not Zorro. It would probably be worse.
All she needed now was a mask, and she would be ready. At least the rest didn’t cost more than she could handle. The Zorro costume had a little black masquerade mask with it, which didn’t work for Dread Pirate Roberts. As an alternative, Meggan found a small black bandana nearby—just cut two little eyeholes in it, and it would be perfect for Dread Pirate Roberts. She made sure to grab the Red Riding Hood basket when she passed it again. Even if she wasn’t getting that cloak, she’d need the basket.
“There are a couple plastic dueling pistols over here, too,” she pointed out. She had found two more hidden behind the bulk of the baskets. And a couple more classic pirate details. Holding up one hook, she offered, “You don’t want a Captain Hook type of hand, do you? You wouldn’t be able to carry a pistol and a cutlass with one hand.” She wouldn’t ask about the peg leg. How anyone could wear a peg leg on Halloween without tipping over or getting splinters was a mystery to her.
Even Laura, who had seen the movie, was a bit confused. Figures there was still people out there that moved faster than her..."Not that you shouldn't, if you want", pointed as she took a moment to examine the expensive cloak; it wasn't such a big deal of a cloak in her opinion. Maybe it was magical? Maybe the maker was a prick; chances were the price was set most likely for the second reason. "I suppose they would end up feeling like they had actually done something, but I don't seen anyone shopping for their lives after such accusation." Although the ones that would get the joke might end up giving her extra candy, and that was a good as it could get on Halloween.
The pistols were certainly what she was looking for, and even more important, harmless. "Nah, I always wondered if they really put hooks at hands back then, but I think I'm the last person that could ever need one of those." And it would be really messy to move around with all that stuff on her and a hand missing. Laura had enhanced balance, and even her didn't know how could someone use a peg leg at any time. "So, do you guys go down to Salem Center every Halloween or something like that?" It was her first Halloween far from home, so she wanted to know if this was some sort of ritual thing the Xavier kids had or something.
Meggan nodded--it was a weird variation, but the only one she could think of at the moment that didn’t involve accusations of murder. She would probably get a better thing to say by the time Halloween came. “The only pirate I’ve ever heard of to do it was Captain Hook--and he’s fictional. So...it’s either from a story that accidentally turned into a legend, or there was a pirate or two that didn’t care about accidentally poking himself every five minutes if he used the wrong hand when he wasn’t thinking.” Might have even made shaving faster if they didn’t need a razor, for all she knew. On the flip side, she knew Long John Silver never had a peg leg—just a crutch to help himself along. So she couldn’t guess if peg legs had actually been used, either.
”A bunch used to,” she assured Laura. “I’m not too sure about everybody else this year, but I’ll head for a few houses before it gets too dark.” And then probably watch a few holiday specials when she got back, but that wasn’t set in stone. “If they have some kind of movie marathon in Salem Center, I’ll do that.” After a moment, she clarified with a small wince, “Unless it’s a Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street kind of marathon, then I’ll skip it. I don’t think I could watch that.”
It would be reassuring to know pirates weren't that silly to go around poking their eyes with the hook-hands, really. "Well, Hook was quite skilled with his?" She didn't think it was logical to put something like that there though. Maybe a blade? That would make more sense.
"Huh, I would think they would go for the classics, but we can leave if you don't want to see them? I'm sure the mansion folks would have their fun anyway, even if we all have to stay in there and tell scary stories." And she knew some rather creepy ones, so it was a win-win scenario.
”I’d think he would be, what with all the not aging while in Neverland. He’d have had plenty of time to practice,” Meggan guessed. Unless a ticking crocodile were around, then all bets were off.
Meggan shook her head in determination. ”So long as it’s not something gory, I’ll be going. The older ones usually aren’t all that bad.” It wasn’t likely the first movie that ended up being shown would be filled with extremely scary stuff or mountains of gore. If something scared her and it wasn’t worth making a fuss over, she could always just watch from between her fingers. And if they did end up leaving and telling scary stories at the mansion, it could still make for a fun night.
She glanced back over to Laura as she came to the realization that she didn’t need to look for anything else. It felt like she had everything ready for a night out as Dread Pirate Roberts. “You know what? I think I’ve actually got everything I need. What about you? Do you need to get any patches for an eye?” She made a mental note that as soon as they were done here, she would get that stuffed parrot ready to give to Laura.
It was interesting to consider that a girl like Meggan was scared of a movie, considering the place she lived in, and the world that they all lived in, too. She wasn't completely informed about her life, but she knew it had been rough, and that was enough to make her reconsider the way she reacted to certain things. Still, all that deep thinking was going to cause Laura a headache in the long run.
"Eye-patch?" Rummaging over the stuff she had brought together, she fished said accessory for the showing. "Although I don't know if I'm going to use it. You could say I prefer to keep both my perfect eyesight and eye perception the whole night, but hey, might give it a try. Okay then! Let's get this paid, and maybe then we can do some actually screening to the clothes we would like to wear any other day besides Halloween."
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