[HUB ISLAND | IT'S NOT HALLOW BUT I'M FEELING WEENIE]

[spellbindmods]

Who: All coven members
Where: Coven base camp, around the island
When: Day It's Not Halloween, What Do You Mean
Open/Closed: Open to (h)All(oween)

Tonight is a night like any other. There's no calendar with no holiday...but some tiny events seem to line up with a coincidental, theoretical holiday. A ▢ The hub island is quite large, which means there's still a lot of unexplored territories. Were you there when the pumpkins were discovered? Why were they discovered? Who is roaming around in the forest in the middle of the night like some wild animal in order to stumble upon these pumpkins??? All good questions, all with no answers. The important thing is that in the central part of the island, a fast growing gourd plant has taken over a lot of the trees in the area. The long, thick vines have choked out a lot of trees, with bumpy green pumpkin-type plants growing along them and hanging fatly from the trunks. Inside are fragrant seeds and a milk-like substance that's sweet. They're all very thick and squatty, making them good for soup. For carving? Well, you can try! B ▢ As a pre-celebratory gesture, Brie has brought out a festive little chest. If you happen to complete your Bonus AC, you're welcome to your customized dagger right now, complete with your name inscribed on the hilt. Everyone can take stuff from the chest, though. Inside are hundreds of pieces of candy -- some are pretty well preserved, but others have that weird ass grey separated stuff that happens to chocolate after a while. What kind of candy? If you can dream it, it's probably in there. Just only take a couple pieces or Brie might stab you. C ▢ ...Actually, she doesn't really have time to stab you. Brie is quietly taking people aside and showing people this little map she's found. Well, it appears to be a map. The outline on the paper is roughly the same shape and size as the island, scaled down, and it's covered in tiny red dots, scattered throughout the landscape. She's got a hunch that these dots mean something -- buried treasure. She's only one person, and there are tens of dots on this map. Her price for letting you in on this little venture is half of whatever you find...or at least access to it. She's digging up holes on her own...here's a shovel, go dig for yourself! D ▢ What can you find located in the group? Honestly, the item variety is wide and expansive. Most of the items are small tins, containing a piece of paper with a small story (more on this later, huhuhu), clipped photograph and little item -- these are up to your discretion! However, despite the island being absent of magic, these tins all seem to have an enchantment or hex placed upon them. The effects are varied. Some tins fill up with a black, inky tar-like substance that won't stop pouring out. Some tins act like vacuums and attempt to suck your arm into a black hole they contain. Others will emit a disgusting smell, begin screaming...and these are just a few of the weird wonders they contain. The verdict? These appear to be time capsules that are unhappy they were lifted from the ground too early! (OOC: The tins are the size of those Danish butter cookie tins we all use as sewing kits; you know what I mean.) E ▢ Some lucky coven members actually get something better than a broken toy. Others contain tons of cold coins, beautiful antiques (like compacts, compasses and pocket telescopes. Stuff like that)!. Are you lucky enough to dig up actual treasure? (OOC: Want to test your luck? See if your character finds an actually worthwhile find when you reply to this thread.) F ▢ Those with the cursed items will eventually find that midnight strikes and the carriage has become a pumpkin...well, sort of. At midnight, all of the cursed artifacts (not those nice shiny ones) become potatoes. That's good news in its own right -- potatoes are a food! But it's sort of disappoint and very starchy.

Comments

TEST YOUR LUCK

[spellbindmods]

Let's see if your character is only finding cursed objects, or if they happen to be lucky enough to find something cool and shiny!

[rebells]

Let's do this?????

[wingfic]

Tara-Fay is probably bored enough to try her luck too.

[potentite]

let's do it!!!!!!!!

[splinten]

treasure???

[lunala]

Let's roll the dice!

[actus]

OK

[rootbound]

ye!!

[antemeridian]

all right sure we're going for it

[alphonse]

Yes.

[secondadvent]

let's do this! c:

[soulcomet]

awww yeah!! show me what you got

[talim]

♥!!!

[spaceforged]

Sure, why not.

[rootandbranch]

ME ME ME

[cadventuretime]

When you're dead, your luck can't get much lower!

[transcutation]

Of course she'll hit gold, right?

[cherrypuncher]

treasure?!?!?!

npc ; brie

[spellslash]

B;

[ Hey...Brie's propping up the wall for now. She's leaning against the side wall of the mansion with an open chest of candy on the ground and fidgeting something awful. She's eager to get started with her treasure hunt, but she's also got to pass out some special daggers.

Which she'll offer you if you deserve it. Just tell me for my modly sake. ]

[rootandbranch]

[Geir (yes, he got bonus AC) peers down at the dagger in surprise. it looks as tiny as a toothpick to him, but...]

A knife?

[this is the first time he's really met Brie to talk to -- it's certainly not what he expected their initial real conversation to be.]

[rootandbranch]

d/e; flying airbus strikes again

[Geir is hopping up and down on the tips of his claws, trying to peer at the maps of anyone who he sees taking their directions from Brie. in fact, he's been almost vibrating with excitement since the moment he heard her plan. treasure? treasure? treasure?!?!?!?!?!?!

he might be slightly enthusiastic about the idea.

this is lucky for anyone he comes across, though! if your map points to a far-flung location, or you simply don't want to walk -- you've just found yourself a way to get there fast.]

Hey, are you going to go look for that--?!

[splinten]

I guess our mythology about hoarding dragons has its roots in Germanic and especially Nordic mythology. On those grounds it would be unfair to call you out as a cliche.

[He pauses and then—pats Geir's nose? Awkwardly. He is trying.]

b!

[meritedly]

[ some people would be elated at the benevolence of their captors. some people even like candy. but yamato? he is most certainly not among that list. there's a skeptical gaze strewn across his features as he plucks a piece of candy from the chest and raises it in the air to further inspect it. ]

So nothing useful.

[ a scoff and he's literally tossing the candy aside. not even back into the chest. how wasteful! ]

Tch. It's all yours. [ he says to you! as if you want all that candy? ]

[rebells]

[He catches it between two fingers and unwraps it before popping it into his mouth. Mmm, chocolate.]

Why, thank you.

c

[actus]

[ there's something to be said about physically digging his own grave. right now it has a high probability of being literal. tasked with treasure hunting and a shovel, akira can't quite say that this was how he expected today to go. but here he is. digging. and taking his frustrations out on the ground. just a subtle coping mechanism!

sorry but as he digs he's flinging the dirty every which way, which includes right at you! ]

i uploaded this icon for this

[secondadvent]

[ ...That sure is dirt. And it just hit Akechi right in the face. Congratulations, Akira. ]

--Agh?!

a (closed to waver!)

[hydrostorm]

[ listen, she's been around here long enough to vaguely know today is "some big deal." what big deal? that she can't put her finger on.

but these weird looking squashes? food-items? are unique and she hasn't seen them before. and at least today she's wearing normal clothes and not vomit-inducing bright pinks and blues.

... so she's going to unceremoniously drop the weird gourd from around three feet in the air to watch what happens and what comes out.

this probably isn't the best way to do this? ]

[teratias]

[It's a great way to splash Waver with pumpkin guts though.

He's covered in a second, having been minding his own business only moments before. In an instant there's a loud, indignant squawk, coupled with a loud, furious:]

Who the hell just did that?!

A

[allconsumed]

[Velvet isn't interested in sticking around for the festivities, so why not take a nighttime stroll instead of interacting with her favorite, headache-inducing members of the coven? It's not like she's expecting to find anything noteworthy – and unless you count the bizarre gourds as noteworthy, then that still ends up being the case.

They don't look appetizing, but Velvet knows you can't judge a book by it's cover. Or a squash by its skin? Whatever. They're lumpy and weird, but Velvet hauls a few of them back to the base camp area anyway. Then she gets her cooking gear set up and starts a fire. She chops at the first guard with her new dagger, which seems appropriate to her more than unceremonious.

If your character is brave, they can be the first to try one of two late-night snack items: pumpkin soup or roasted pumpkin seeds. If they aren't brave, Velvet will attempt to beckon them over with an icy, judgemental glare. You don't want to try her cooking? Yes you do, jerk.]

Come over here. I need a guinea pig.

[She knows the guards aren't poisonous, but that's not exactly clear with her tone and choice of words. Oh well. Promotion definitely isn't her strong suit.]

[antemeridian]

[ Homura isn't necessarily picky nor particularly cowed by the glare, but. ]

... For? A recipe, or the edibility of the ingredients used?

[ It begs asking. ]

a CARVE EM UP

[reckoner]

[ ooc: ok this is mostly for yuna-homura-mcgillis hijinx BUT IF YOU WANT TO COERCE HIM INTO CARVING JACK O'LANTERNS THEN BY ALL MEANS PLEASE PLEASE ]

[ Whoever first discovered it, word's sufficiently spread as to the non-toxicity of the gourds. Though not assigned to gathering, given the unexpected supply, Gaelio made himself (marginally) useful and helped lug a good number of them back to the base camp. Having a lot of arm and strength (if not super strength) was an advantage.

The lot of them's arranged on a longer counter in one of the kitchens, and he's got the portable light provided by 9S assisting his examintion. Gaelio holds one up to his face alas poor yorick, feeling the heft of a lone pumpkin, the thick skin.

Shakes it a little.

He's adapting to survival, still short on creativity, but debating other uses for it. Coming up short. Shaking maybe not the way to go.

Just food, and he's even less qualified there, but here goes. A logical place to start is with the stem, easy to hold as he cuts with his dagger around it, then tugging it out. A pungent, but pleasant smell wafts, and Gaelio squints inside. Fluid...?

Shakes again.

Somehow manages to splash himself in the eye with the liquid. Yeah, fluid, and less viscous than expected.

As he wipes his eye, he finally glances toward your character, doubt beginning to infect his bland intonation. ]

Am I doing this right?

[ i don't know gaelio stop shaking pumpkins. distract him before he tries to cook or drink it. ]

[cherrypuncher]

...You're on the right track! Is your eye okay?

[how can she possibly demean his efforts... he's trying so hard. As is to be expected, Yuna's all bright smiles as she skips over to Gaelio.]

You'll want to set it down first— [She pats her hand on the counter.] —and then we have to scoop all the guts out!