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

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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

[hydrostorm]

What?

[ bless you? what are these words he's speaking ... ]

[teratias]

[Waver pauses, then gestures at the pumpkin across from him.]

Sit down.

[hydrostorm]

[ what is this sit down conversation?

magilou sighs and takes a seat on said pumpkin. she crosses her legs and arches a brow. ]

Yessss?

[teratias]

So, it's a mostly American holiday that developed out of a ton of old harvest festivals from Europe. But the main point is putting on costumes, going door-to-door to demand candy from neighbors, and displaying pumpkins. Sometimes people carve them, and there's lots of stereotypical associations. Witches in particular.

1/2

[hydrostorm]

[ ........ ]

What?

[hydrostorm]

[ she frowns and begins twirling her hair, knee bouncing. ]

That's just patently offensive. Geez. Who thought that up?

[teratias]

[Waver just shrugs.]

I don't know. It's been getting more popular where I live, but I think it's mostly buying on the whole witches and magic used to, and still are, seen as pretty scary.

[hydrostorm]

Hmmmmm.

[ ok bad thing to say. a smirk plays across her lips and she leeannssss off the pumpkin as much as she can without losing her balance. ]

Do I terrify you, Waver~?

[teratias]

[Waver leans right on back, glaring.]

Mostly, I find you annoying.

[hydrostorm]

That's not very nice.

[ she's going to reach out and flick his forehead? ]

Be careful around a witch like me~

[teratias]

[HEY!!! ONLY ONE PERSON GETS TO DO THAT!!!

Waver just growls and swats at the hand that flicked him]

Well don't forget that I have powers too! And that seriously, you could at least apologize for getting pumpkin on me!

[hydrostorm]

[ she's going to laugh at the swatting, awkwardly clasping his hand in an effort to keep it from moving hers away entirely. ]

Oho? Just as soon as you apologize for besmirching my good name as a witch!

[teratias]

Fine, I'm sorry!

[But he is going to tug, just to see how tight that grip is.]

[hydrostorm]

-- hey!

[ wow!! rude because she wasn't expecting that and shes going to fall forward. not entirely against waver but off the pumpkin. ]

[teratias]

Crap, crap, crap!

[Of all things, Waver's instinct is to dive forward so that she doesn't hit the ground.

so what if he ends up pinned underneath.]

[hydrostorm]

[ well that's awkward.

super awkward.

she's never quite had anyone pinned beneath her before? for any reason? ]

Agh- why are you so bony?!

[teratias]

Because I didn't and still don't eat enough!

[Waver's realized what has just happened, and suddenly his face is bright red.]

J-jeez, why are you asking such a personal question?

[hydrostorm]

Geez, kill a boar or two. C'mon.

[ she's sighing in exasperation but not quite moving yet.

because a horrible idea has hatched in her brain. the smirk from before returns in full force. ]

Are you scared now~?

[teratias]

They can probably run me down, do you want me to die?!

[No. Waver hates that smirk. That smirk is a Bad Ideas smirk!!! But he can at least get a hold of himself enough to reply:]

No.

[hydrostorm]

[ the better answer would be yes? because then she'd stop?

but he said no so she chuckles, lowly, strumming her fingers against his forearm. ]

Oho. What a brave little mage, even when faced with a heartless witch! For all you know, I eat souls.

[teratias]

[HE HAS PLAYED HIMSELF WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT.]

Mage souls probably taste bad, since we're not really that human to begin with.

[Now he has to put on the bravado even if he'd like to shove her right off at the moment. His arm twitches in reaction to the fingers.]

Also, that feels weird.

[hydrostorm]

[ he just keeps playing himself its remarkable. ]

My, my, I wonder why? Perhaps it's because I'm stealing your soul right now!

[ look okay, her hand will just lift up from his arm to poke his cheek. ]

[teratias]

Uh-huh.

[Why is she like this? Waver just groans as his cheek is poked.]

I thought you'd at least have a showier method for something like that.

[hydrostorm]

Showier? You're complaining about my performance? My showmanship?! My art is patented!

[ magilou what? but she huffs and because her pride is at stake (or the front she puts on at the very least) she leans down to give a showier performance.

don't worry she isn't kissing you waver. just a centimeter away from it. it's called breathing in a soul ok??? ]

[teratias]

[At least Waver looks suitably surprised by the sudden closeness, and his instinct is to try and inch away. Carefully. By not trashing. Just inching up and up, or when that doesn't seem to work, down.

Shame that at that moment, he lifts his head up just slightly, causing their lips to brush against each other's.]