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Today's been a long day. Not in any conventional way, but Alpha Centauri had spent nearly the entire day turning his rickety old ship practically upside down in the search of a suitable costume for the upcoming event; in fact, even now, he's still trying to go. Gadgets, wrenches, clothing items, and even cans of probably-spoiled food could be found either lodged inside of flimsy wall panels or made into safety hazards with their landing places littered carelessly all over the cockpit floor.

A door slams, and out comes Centauri, who took to storming to the nearest remotely sittable area - a worn leather couch - and loudly throwing himself onto it. He sighed hard, glaring up at the uneven ceiling panels and rubbing his temples; before dropping his arms again and letting them dangle over each side of the sofa.

He stared off for a while, in complex thought - more like brooding over what to wear - and, with no one to talk to, he raised one of his hands up to his peripheral view.

"What's wrong?"" spoke the hand, through Centauri.

He scowls. "Oh, y'know, I don't have ANYTHING TO WEAR for Halloween. 'Cause I forgot. Again."

The talking hand turns to face him, seeming unamused. "Kind of your fault, isn't it?--"

"Wait."

The Coelune straightened his posture, perplexed by his own line of thought, and shook his head. He'd caught himself being childish again, instead of actually taking action. What am I even doing, He bemoans, in his head.

Centauri rose to his paws and patted himself down for any spare change, luckily finding himself a measly 5 dollars in his pocket. Maybe he could just bargain with some humans for something small, that'll work. He dodged a metal panel that had nearly dropped over his head after slamming a door shut, and only narrowly avoided actual death from slipping on one of the cans he threw into the cockpit. A few things he kicked into corners on his way to the ship's control center.

A few button presses and a shaky, extremely reckless descent into the Earth's atmosphere later, it took very little time after landing and adjusting to the difference of gravity for Alpha Centauri to locate a convenience store - in which he was already feeling his brain liquidate at the amount of things he could browse; but by sheer force of luck and being too stubborn to ask for help he had found what he could only assume to be a costume section.

The section was very bare, most things already being sold out and leaving the shelves with nothing on them but a few misplaced returned items and whatever low quality accessories the locals didn't have any interest in buying. Centauri, however, as a man of distinct taste, found himself already attracted to cheap masks; and out of the bunch he had singled out what was probably in normal eyes considered the ugliest possible option.

It was a blank white face mask in the shape of a generic male face, however the quality was so poor that the face looked as if it were flattened by some kind of hydraulic press - leaving the thing wider than it should be and likely uncomfortable to wear.

There were other alternatives that he had briefly considered; a realistic (but equally tacky and cheaply made) skull mask, a hockey mask, and a flimsy horse mask that would cover his whole head. He was a little scared of the last one, which meant that it had to be good, too. He held it up in his offhand to compare with the compressed white face.

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He left the store with both. His idea was that he would wear the white mask, and then on top of the white one he could put the full horse mask - so if someone were to, say, rip it off, they'd be surprised by whatever was underneath. It was a stupid plan, but Centauri saw it as a stroke of pure genius; and now was overconfident in his belief that he would now fit in perfectly among other participants in this holiday.

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