[Spam for Cassel][She knocks sharply on his door, already in costume - a black domino mask, a black bandito hat, a black cape, black gloves, and an elegant black wicker basket smelling of delicious things and covered with a black silk cloth over her elbow. She has a spare hat, mask, and cape in hand.][Spam, Hallways, general common areas][The lights flicker. Soft mist drifts down the corridor, swirls, intensifies. You might just be able to make out shadowy shapes, soft giggling, and the sweet, warm smells of chocolate chip pumpkin bread. Out of the gloom, a voice asks, in either a voice that manages to be both ominous and sing-songy,]Good evening. Tonight, just for you...
trick or treat!
[YOU have encountered....the Mystery Baking Companions. Also, it is entirely plausible that Anya and Cassel are perfectly obvious in their Zorro-like costumes, and equally obviously tipsy.][Spam, YOUR ROOM][The drunken duo are currently attempting to pick your room lock. Or possibly you have returned to find them leaving cookies on your pillow or pie on your end table. Or possibly they just succeeded in breaking in, only to find you already inside. Fog pours formless around them as they grin unabashedly.][OOC: wibbly time all through the flood.] ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
