Party - 7 Days of Hallowe'en - October 25th

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I'm cheating again by giving you something brand new. Have a double drabble.

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Mr Waverly rarely attended the parties which were held in the commissary, although he was happy to pay for them. Every member of U.N.C.L.E. worked hard and Waverly had no problem in thanking them this way. The one he always went to was the Hallowe’en party. The Old Man never wore a costume, but enjoyed to see the creativity of others. Hallowe’en always seemed to bring out the child in each of his people, and they threw themselves, headlong, into enjoying every minute.

Waverly was always surprised by Mr Kuryakin’s presence at the parties. The man’s demeanour always lead people to believe he didn’t know what fun was, yet every year he arrived at the party in costume.

This year, the top two agents of Section 2 hadn’t had time to find costumes as they’d returned to the country only an hour earlier. One man was dressed entirely in black, topped with unruly blond hair. The other was in a perfectly tailored suit with immaculate hair.

“I should put you on report for not having your correct badge numbers, gentlemen.”

“Sorry Sir,” Napoleon replied, smiling and adjusting his wig. “But the costumes wouldn’t work if we didn’t swap badges too.”

The Seven Days of Halloween : Stranded, Part 3

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April noticed that Mildred was rarely still for long. Shortly after she had told them when they would be eating, she came around carrying a large wicker basket filled with neatly folded clothing. It seemed that sometime during the night, she had not only laundered their clothing, but ironed them as well. Thrilled that she would be back in real clothes again, April took the basket from Mildred with a smile.

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Writer's Choice Halloween Edition: Always Occupied

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Always Occupied

Napoleon checks into a motel to await extraction.  The link takes you to AO3.

The 7 Days of Halloween for WRITER'S CHOICE!

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The Well Dressed Gentleman for 7 Days of Halloween

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This one was a little costume party story from a few years back.  I don't think I ever get tired of visualizing IK as a ... well, you'll see.
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( treats for everyone!... )

"That Voodoo that You Do So Well" for the Writer's Choice~ 7 Days of Halloween

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“That Voodoo that you do so well.”

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“Oh  Napoleon it is all superstitious nonsense that preys upon the weak willed and weak minded. It offers them answers to their concerns of family, love, money and happiness as well as their fears...all things that people wish for themselves or to wish away, when in reality they need to work for everything they want.  A voodoo priestess is not going to give them these things as they think she will.”

“You have to admit though that there’s a power there somewhere behind it,” Solo answered his partner’s challenge.” and don’t you dare insinuate that I am weak minded.”

“Perish the thought,” Illya teased his friend. “Please, you have to admit that there is trickery, fooling the mind and the eyes into believing what they want to believe? There is no mystical power.” Illya insisted.

“I suppose some of it is, but you know from our past experiences that somethings can’t just be rationalized away.

“I suppose, “ His stubborn partner finally admitted.

The sun began to set as the two U.N.C.L.E.  agents strode along the sidewalk towards the necropolis, one of the many Cities of the Dead  that dotted New Orleans.They entered through the gate, greeted by rusty ironwork and sun bleached tombs with the dark stains of time running down their walls, some that dated back centuries. They were in various stages of upkeep ranging from brand new to graves crumbling in disrepair.

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All Trick, No Treat - 7 Days of Hallowe'en (Double Drabble)

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After several years of fighting against the dangerous and dastardly plans of THRUSH, Napoleon Solo thought he’d seen it all. As it turned out, the criminal organisation had managed to sink into even further depths of depravity. Their latest deed, had it not been stopped by U.N.C.L.E., would have led to devastation. An explanation of what the scheme was meant to achieve may have helped Napoleon get his head around it; not that it would be any less horrifying or despicable. Instead, the CEA was left with no understanding as to what THRUSH would have gained.

“You are still trying to comprehend events, my friend?”

Napoleon looked over to his partner and nodded.

“Had that poisoned candy found its way into the hands of Trick-or-Treaters. . . . .”

“But it didn’t,” Illya reminded him. “We prevented it, and the children can happily enjoy their Hallowe’en, never knowing that there are real monsters out there frightening everyone.”

Suddenly standing, and grabbing his jacket, Napoleon motioned for Illya to follow.

“Come on, Tovarisch. I’ve had enough of tricks, it’s time we got ourselves some treats. Vodka for you, I presume?”

“Of course,” replied Illya. “The best treat a Russian can get.”