Halloween in Dotland

Today was Halloween in Dotland. Of course, there are those who say that every day in the Duchy is pretty scary. The Dots and the rest of the building celebrated the occasion with a potluck. Attracted by food, Fuschia, the Follay Fairy (pronounced faux - lay, (quiet, Purple!), spelled Follett, referred to by many as Folly) was flitting about the building all day in her feathery finery, flapping her magic wand at Folly, and finally interfering in folk's affairs. Silver was nowhere to be seen but the ghost of Gold was seen several times, accompanied by the ominous clunking that Turquoise so fears. Taking advantage of Silver's absence, Fuschia fidgeted her way into a face-to-face with the Diva, ferreting out facts about Silver's new fashions. "So when will Silver be fitted in the finest fashion?" asked Fuschia. "The costumer says that as long as Silver is wearing her current robes no new robes can be created." replied the Diva. "What will that fashion be?" fussed Fuschia. "I don't have details" said the Diva "but the new robes will come from TiTS". "Hmmm.." said Fuschia fluttering away. Next Fuschia went to talk to Purple. "The Diva feels that Silver's finery will be fashioned by TiTS. I fear Silver might fail to find the fitness in that." "You're right" Purple replied "Garments from TiTS tend to be rather industrial and full of wires." "The Diva also says that also long as Silver wears her current robes, no new robes can be fashioned..." "Oh..." said Purple, encouraging Fuschia to continue (big mistake, Fuschia needs no encouragement.) "OK" said Fuschia "forget the folderol. Are they saying that because Silver is being paid as a temp hourly, they can't possibly advertise a permanent full-time position? Does that make any sense at all? And people say I'm foolish! And do they mean that Silver has to quit as a temp-hourly and then the full-time job will suddenly appear? Do they expect her to fall for that?! You want my opinion, I think they need to go back to firing her by pigeon!" Fuschia shoved her feathers back and stomped off, irritably flicking her wand at unsuspecting flies.
Later, Fuschia came across a very blue Blue who blew her stack. "The new IDEA leaves me out of meetings. No one tells me what is happening. I only know what I read in agitateddots." "Join the club" muttered Fuschia glumly, "Silver never tells me anything." The other Dots, being more sensible than Fuschia, gathered around to remind Blue of her importance to Dotland. "You're still the boss" said Sage. "No, I'm not" wailed Blue, "IDEA is the boss". "No,Boss, I still respect you at the same level of bossiality" replied Sage. "Yes" said Purple "you have the same bossivity." "But I never wanted to be the Boss. I'm just the referee" moped Blue. "OK, Ref" responded Purple and Sage "You're always the Blue Dot but we don't want you to be a blue Blue Dot!"