The Park, Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack Skellington had spent the day before happily exploring the island. If he missed Halloweentown or wondered where he was, the discomfort quickly ebbed as he realized he was in a new place full of strange new things and stranger new people. And if they gawped at the walking skeleton in a Sandy Claws costume, he didn't mind -- he was busy gawping right back at them.(So much pink skin! And no one had more than one head or fewer than two arms!).

But there wasn't anything Christmassy going on, and that seemed like it simply wouldn't do. So he set up an ornate chair -- placing it in the park so he could keep an eye on the funny pink birds -- and posted signs around the island that read MEET SANDY CLAWS. He sung happily to himself as he waited for visitors.

What’s this? There’s people singing songs.
What’s this? The streets are lined with little creatures,
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?

[OOC: Open post, some weekend SP in effect. Guess who just rewatched Nightmare Before Christmas?]

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

Kemal was apparently doomed to meet all of the crazy singing people in Fandom this weekend.

"What is wrong with your face?"

Well, so much for his diplomatic skills...

[bitten_notshy]

A visitor! Oh, joyful day!

"What's this? What's this?" Jack sang at him. "A man in a tall cap. What's this? What's this? Would he sit on my lap?"

He stopped singing for long enough to add, "It's just a false beard. It won't bite."

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"The beard wasn't my primary concern," Kemal admitted. "And I must decline to sit upon your lap."

[bitten_notshy]

"Phooey," Jack said, still seeming not to grasp the fundamental issue here. "Is it the suit? The cloth was a bit old but Sally made the suit fresh for me, and I rubbed it in thistle essence myself so it'd smell nice."

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

Kemal took a deep breath and changed the subject. "That must be it," he declared. "I'm not all that familiar with thistle essence."

[bitten_notshy]

"It's not for everyone," Jack admitted, and then reached for the bag beside his chair. "Well, if you won't sit on Sandy's lap, would you at least let me give you a gift?"

What else was he supposed to say?

"Ho. Ho. Ho."

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

Kemal opened his mouth to offer a polite refusal. What came out was a peppy version of a song he'd never even heard before:

I want candy
I want candy
I want candy
I want candy!

He finally got his mouth shut again, but he looked completely humiliated.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack clapped his bony hands. "I'm so happy you like to sing too!" he exclaimed,and reached into his bag -- singing as he did.

Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it in dew
Cover it in chocolate
and a miracle or two?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

He pulled out a small package wrapped in stained tinfoil and secured with heavy twine. It made an odd sort of creaky rattling sound when shaken. "I think this is candy! Either that or something to keep the insects off a bicycle seat. Take it, take it."

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen--

Kemal pressed his lips together, gave a stiff bow, and took the present. What was wrong with him today?

[bitten_notshy]

"Anytime!" Jack told him with another skeletal smile. "Now, be sure to be a good little boy or I won't come see you at Christmas."

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

He would have pointed out that he was Muslim, but that would have involved opening his mouth again and...no.

Kemal gave him another, slightly less formal bow, and walked off to find somewhere away from anyone else, lest he sing again.