Owner	Pose
Jane Foster	Hallowe'en in New York is quite unlike Hallowe'en in suburbia or smaller cities. Not for the children in costumes a steady door to door prowl, ending after four or five streets. For one, the concept of a detached single family home really only survives in Queens, the outskirts of Brooklyn, and where the ultra-wealthy gather. No one counts Long Island. Who can afford to have a front yard to decorate with inflatable pumpkins, rattling plastic skeletons, and gauzy skeletons? Not so true on the Upper West Side, and not in the city's original luxury apartment destination. Never mind some of the kids prowling around this zip code are wealthy and often entitled little things, more likely to go to a posh party than old-fashioned prowling. But be that as it may, the Dakota sponsors some kind of trick-or-treating, and that is where Jane will be found at least for a bit to hand out beloved treats. Pumpkins piled up in an arch near the entrance marks a table where different candies and sweets are in dishes, and she happily oversees the affairs on a windy night when the hanging ghosts swirl around in long tendrils of woven film and plasticky fabric that's practically sheer. Other residents, some more famous and others not, take their turns. The night is still fairly young, with a parade of trick-or-treaters from the under middle school set and a good number still a bit unsteady on their feet trying to master this "twickertweet" thing or asking strangers for gifts. If he dares to come out, the choice of costumes is up to the Midnight King. Even if he chooses the perennial chill t-shirt option to go with a ruffled Netflix dress for her, or some kind of waffle and syrup food combination, it matters not. All is intended for fun. "Disaster incoming, we have run out of Airheads," she warns, laughing as yet another Squid Game participant wanders off. <<Maybe this is better for the general population. We should be encouraging literacy by giving out Smarties or Nerds.>>
Blackagar Boltagon	A costume? Blackagar is uncertain of such things but with his recent time watching television, the fact that he actually feels he looks rather similar to a character made the selection easy. So, he had donned the yellow and black of a Starfleet Captain from the Original Series timeline. When asked, he would tap his name badge which read 'Christopher Pike', smile, hand out candy. The truth is he finds the activity rather amusing and seeing the small humans take on the appearance of characters in order to beg for candy certainly is amusing. It also is offset by his suspicious looks at the older children clearly just going through the activity because of nostalgia, and the other looks he gives adults that frankly have not grown up. All of them are observed differently, but there is a sense of bemused enjoyment giving candy to the young ones. <<You would not let me give them money, and I would point out that I selected the airhead sugars which they seem to enjoy the most. Does this mean I have a greater understanding of human children than you?>>
Jane Foster	A costume: the idea of going as a partnered pair of individuals who aren't them. It really doesn't require too much explanation, hopefully, but one which Jane supplies all the same. Since Blackagar has gone as a Starfleet captain from the original series, that puts Jane in the position of being an alien or one of the limited female roles. Number One it is, since she's so not doing Uhura. Though the possibility of showing up as Padme Amidala is definitely strong. "Happy Hallowe'en! Your human ways are fascinating," chirps the brunette. "Do you eat it all right now?" The goggling little boy dressed up as a nearly accurate astronaut may be trying to run off with his Twizzlers and assortment of high-end French chocolates. It's easier than the pointed stare given to a pair of teenagers wearing nothing more than basic masks ready to push their way up through the crowd to fill more pillowcases. They might be prepared to snatch up a couple additional bits before being told, flatly in the Director Voice, "One each." "Aww, c'mon. No one lets us have any fun," mutters one of the teens. <<They want candy, they do not want money. Consider the older ones probably have trust funds that earn my annual salary monthly in interest, and it's easy not to feel so bad. Oh, here comes a mermaid. That's... almost impressive, really. Atlanteans would disagree about the tails.>> Indeed, they have winged feet. <<I am not answering a question of your understanding of human children, since that's going to distract me. You've never said if you like children or wish they were about.>>
Blackagar Boltagon	When she had selected the matching costume, there'd been amusement. How could there not be? He had watched some of the shows afterall and the aspect of the space exploration had been rather entertaining. More candy is given, this time by him as he looks at one of the smaller of the children. Blackagar does opt to provide candy to the younger ones, still annoyed by the teens which is further added to by the concept of their added funds and the fact that it is more of just /having fun/. <<They consider having fun as having more than they need?>> He asks back towards Jane, giving her a look with a small grin, <<I expect their parents as well do not see the irony of their actions. But that is not what tonight is for, it is the young ones.>> He looks at one dressed as a cowboy that approaches. <<I find them interesting. They are quite foolish, and in that foolishness, sometimes rather wise.>>
Jane Foster	They can save the operatic wigs and stiff brocade dresses for some other activity. Maybe SHIELD will hold a party aimed around Bourbon restoration France or Versailles, and she will come into her own. Jane leaves the table for a moment, batting away the ghosts that stream their ragged hems and sleeves over her. Swept into the ghoulish embrace, she murmurs, "Captain, please see to the robot and the twin peas in their pod?" It's something to spit out the grey spectral stuff; oh, the irony of a soul eating ghost-stuff. Retreating back to one of the aptly stocked bowls with a decoratively creepy rim, dancing with metal spiders and more, means a few minutes busying herself with sorting through the options. <<I love Maureen in 14, but why did she make homemade peanut brittle for the kids? Between food allergies and optional diets, it can't possibly end well.>> A little pair of twin peas are wrapped up in their fuzzy costumes, being carried by the au pairs designed to look like farmers. Not like there is an actual garden within two miles, and not ones that require that kind of straw and pitchfork look. They chime in unison, "Trick or treat!" The toddlers are mostly interested in staring wide-eyed at everything. The robot, probably around 6, is totally unimpressed in the grand wisdom of his extra two or three years. <<Tonight is meant to scare off bad spirits and evil entities, or celebrating the new year. I can tell you it's both. The veil thins and wicked things try to spill over. Half my night has been carrying people off before they get snapped up or trapped in their bodies, since poltergeists are a thing. You know, unquiet dead that start manifesting their anguish as forcible movements of inanimate objects, often causing significant harm to property and sometimes the living.>> There's no time she isn't technically busy, but hence the need to stare blankly into a bowl for a few moments and thumb at chocolates. <<They tell you more about life than anyone else. It's so new for them, their insights are often worth hearing even if just for humour. I like them, for the most part. I worry about their futures.>>
Blackagar Boltagon	The small peas are rather humorous, Blackagar gifts them with additional candy because it will simply help the parents learn to cope with energy. <<The children that do have such a small stature are quite interesting. But why do you say you are worried for their future?>> He asks it without looking at her. No reason to cast a glance, to draw questions from those around. He simply let's the thought linger in her direction. Turning the candy bowl around, a habit to make it a bit more comfortable, he does wonder again. <<Is it because you worry about the instability of things? I find that rather conflicting. If you are worried about them, then would it not be more prudent to simply push harder to alleviate the dangers in their life?>> A pause, <<I believe that the woman in 14 is uncertain what to make of me. I do not believe she is comfortable with someone who does not speak.>>
Jane Foster	<<Maureen's an actress and a singer. Her entire world may be defined by her ability to emote through her voice, so naturally it might be cause for discomfort for her.>> Jane's distraction fades away as she once again turns back with the bowl, setting it out for additional guests and goblins to rob. When the peapod twins are carried back to their stroller, the robot beep-boops at Blackagar expectantly. Another cowboy complete with inflated horse to his costume rides up, waving his hat. "Don't forget about me! Trick or treat, gimme something good to eat. If you don't, that's fine, I'll---" "Michael Edward Anthony Eglinton-di Marco, if you /dare/!" calls his mother. The cowboy halts mid-whoop. The Star Trek people are, if nothing else, at least recognizably authority-ish figures. So then there's a staredown the kid just won't win. <<The period of change they go through right now is so much quicker than any that came before. Can we cope with it? Will they be disjointed as a result, or will their adaptability overcome in the face of so much alteration? Usual things. I agree that pushing harder to fix things and smooth out the path, as our parents were supposed to do for us, is part of the role. But /how/? Things we can talk about after.>> A warm rush of affection and drowsy satisfaction rolls between them, brushing over the margins of the mind. <<Did I tell you I bought that witchy wine? Full of spices and mulled. How does a good spooky movie on the couch sound?>>