· SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN OPEN POST (CMO) ·

[hobbitholmes]

SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN (CMO)

WHEN THE BATS COME OUT
THE CATS COME OUT TO PLAY
IN THE MORNING AFTER DARK

A SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN CMO

Welcome to the open sandbox Fall/Halloween post! This is made for sandbox shenanigans, fun, and voice testing! Prompts will be included as well as a section for TEXTING and TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT! The idea is just to have some relaxing fun and enjoy the cooler weather and as the haunts come out.

🦇 Leave a comment with your muses in the areas you want!
🦇 Remember to tag out to others!

COZY, COMFY, AUTUMN LEAVES FALL

🍁 Rainy Changes.
The seasons are changing, and the fall rains are here. The leaves are falling. Where are you? Out in the city, or maybe walking through the rain thinking about the upcoming season?

🍁 Leaf Piles.
Guess what? The autumn leaves are in piles. Time to bomb in or push someone else in!

🍁 Coffee Read-Me Time.
What better to do than curl up and read with a favorite book, forum post, or social media feed? Enjoy the changing of the seasons from inside. Maybe you'll even have some company.

🍁 Make Your Own.

Why not make your own adventure as the nights turn longer and the temperature drops?

SPOOKY, SCARY HALLOWEEN

🦇 Trick-Or-Treat.
Are you taking others out on the festivities? Giving away the candy? Or maybe just watching as the madness unfolds? Either way, it's a perfect time for a fright.

🦇 Monster Mash AU.
What if you were a vampire, a werewolf, a witch/wizard, vampire hunter, mummy, ghost, or any other flavor of spook? Time to roll the dice and see what might happen if your fate was just a bit more frightful...

🦇 The Long Halloween.
How about a horrible scary night? Locked in a scary house? Maybe someone has driven everyone mad. Maybe vampires are on the loose, or there is even a zombie invasion! Whatever is happening, the dawn is far off, and you may not survive the night...

🦇 Spirit of Halloween
Is that the Headless Horseman? Are you suddenly in Sleepy Hollow? Yes, you are. Enjoy a town that makes you feel like you walked into a living incarnation of the Spirit of Halloween store... but they're not costumes.

🦇 Make Your Own.
Why not write your own Thriller?

Comments

[hosannas_of_anguish]

The world was a cruel and unusual place. One that allowed both these strange man to meet in such a strange way.

"I wouldn't know, I never went downstairs, but I am sure Robert Smith is safe wherever he is." Probably a bad joke, but actually enjoyed the Cure. As if his look didn't scream so. He was certain the strange pale man from Arkham had been a hallucination from insomnia.

"The Bat has broken four of my ribs multiple times. I know for fact he is real. I fight him at least once every six months." Batman can make him feel fear, nothing else does anymore, but he'd never go to Joker levels to get the Bat's attention. "Religion I have a harder time accepting, growing up in the bible belt does make for quite the skeptic, add in my love of science and why would I ever? Yet, I must ask, likely the worst and most over asked. If god is real why would he throw out his most beautiful angel over a spat but demand we all be forgiving?"

Sitting back he lifted his coffee again to take a sip. He was certain Granny was spinning in his shallow grave at him blaspheming with such questions, good.

[hellblaze]

He chuckles at that. "Not quite the spooky man I was thinking."

Although, John imagines Morpheus may not have nice words to say to Crane. Nightmares are part of the Dreaming--maybe not the same way that Crane's little fun left people. Not really his scene or his place to comment though.

"It's not all what the good book says. Wait till you talk to an angel or a demon. That's when it gets a bit wild." John reached into his coat to pull out a cigarette. "If you want to chat about Lucifer, we can. He's a bloody prick with his stupid nightclub."

It sounds asinine but it's entirely true.

[hosannas_of_anguish]

"Now you have me curious, Mr. Constantine." He replied with ease, as he took a drink of his coffee, watching as John pulled out his cigarette. Jonathan had been trying to quit again to keep someone off his back about it, but after a second he fished the pack of reds out of his jacket hanging off the back of the chair and the zippo from his pocket to light up as well.

The lady behind the counter looked less than pleased, but she knew better than to bother the ginger, she realized who he was ages ago. Calling the cops would just cause more damage than she cared to deal with.

"Alright, I want to hear this. A nightclub? I suppose it would be a din of sin, yes?" He asked genuinely curious and with joy, only one who was tormented by religion would have. The scientist in him screamed it was bullshit, but Jonathan wanted to hear it.

[hellblaze]

"Oh, I'm certain we all know about a certain fellow that most know as the Sandman."

John didn't bother to give more details than that. Namely because he didn't want Morpheus showing up at his door again with a frown, booming voice, and unhappy that he might of steered Crane of all people towards the Dreaming. Honestly, he was surprised that Crane hadn't heard of it before.

"Den of Self Indulgence more like it. Not much of a fan of the music he chooses to play. Or his taste in dancing material." John smirked over the rim of his cup. "It's down in LA if you wanted to visit. Named 'Lux.'"

cw; mention of drug abuse.

[hosannas_of_anguish]

A thoughtfully confused look crossed over Crane's features a moment as he let the name jingle around his mind, before taking a draw from his cigarette. "Mmhmm." He let it go because that made him question his already questionable sanity.

Crane didn't need that to be real. He already caused far too many unpleasant dreams. Granted, that was before he destroyed his fear response by abusing his own toxins until he broke part of himself. He no longer feels fear like a normal human.

"...Short for Luxury, I assume? A shame I hate California, I would love to see the supposed devil himself." After spending half his youth being called the devil, well it would be nice to see the real thing. Though part of him, what lingering bits of true sanity remain were very much against that idea. "I would have assumed the devil to have fine taste in music, do they not say the blues and rock and roll came from him?"

[hellblaze]

He chuckled at the reaction to the idea of the Sandman, Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams himself. Some parts of the world were too much for people to handle. Fair enough. The state of reality was maddening and some people were simply better left not knowing.

"I didn't ask what the nightclub name was for. Not a fan of Lucifer myself." John said simply with a shrug. He took another drink of the coffee. "That doesn't mean it's good to dance for and get people to divulge in sin in LA, mate."

[hosannas_of_anguish]

That chuckle really made him question it but they pump him so full of drugs at Arkham he can never be sure what is Scarecrow fucking with him, what's real, or what is the meds.

Ashing onto the empty plate his cup had been on like a heathen, Jonathan took another drag off his cigarette sitting back again, the little plate in hand just in case. "I would assume you wouldn't be, no. Yet, curious all the same. Forgive me skepticism, I believe you on a base level but the logical part of me has issues with it. One is not raised on backwoods southern baptism without having a fair bit of skeptic in them." He spoke with a shrug. "Well, what's the point in Christ's sacrifice if we don't sin, Mr. Constantine?"