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Oh, yes.

[There's a soft cracking noise. And another, after an achingly long pause, followed by an incoherent little moan of ecstasy.]

God I hope someone takes you up on that. Soon...

[Crack. Crack. He laughs. It's a throaty, dark little sound, born of decidedly unwholesome pleasure. This is not a family show, kids. Sry.]




[ooc; you could (rightfully) accuse him of many perversions, but more than anything else he's kind of a voyeur. :/ Mulder is sitting alone in his room, reading other people's pervy posts, and cracking sunflower seeds ecstatically. Canon x-philes feel free to tease him about the choking thing xP but i don't have the heart]

They say that on Halloween, the boundary weakens between the world of the living and the land of the dead; that ghosts and ghouls and monsters can walk among us for that one night. What that means here, where the dead walk among us while we go grocery shopping, I'm not certain. Perhaps nothing; I've never been inclined to assume that the divide was so great in the first place. The truth is out there-- and so are a lot of other things, and I'm not convinced they need to wait for the end of October to come say hello.

You throw a hell of a party, City, and I appreciate the costume help. Peg leg? Hard to balance but still really, really cool. Glad I don't have to deal with it on a daily basis, though. Pirate was the right costume choice, in any case; much worse stuff to be stuck in. Indiana Jones was a close second, but I didn't have a whip handy.

Rose went home; I'm beginning to see what people have been saying, about how unexpected it can be, the way people come and go. No apparent pattern or logic governing it. Anyway, I hope she's okay, whatever dimension she's in now.

Funny that I find myself looking for some kind of scientific explanation, here, when I'm used to disproving the so-called rational theories. Maybe I just like the challenge.