[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

[allconsumed]

Do you think I'm trying to poison you? There's no point.

[teratias]

Well yeah, that was my first thought. And my second was that hey, food and magic powers here react badly with each other, and I don't feel like dealing with that tonight.

[allconsumed]

I think I made it clear before that I wouldn't need poison.

It's not like I'm going to force you. You probably have bad taste, anyway.

[teratias]

If I cared about your opinion, I'd probably be insulted by that last comment! [Waver huffs.] Jeez, when Magilou mentioned you, I didn't think you'd be this...[Waver just gestures, indicating all of Velvet.]

[allconsumed]

Oh? Then she didn't warn you properly.

Do you two actually get along?

[She sounds rather incredulous.]

[teratias]

[That gets a very long, considered pause from Waver before he asks:]

Define get along.

[allconsumed]

[Velvet almost smiles at that, and lets out an amused noise.]

She doesn't go out of her way to make friends, so there must be some reason you're spending time together. Not that it's my business.

[She's flipping the question back at him.]

[teratias]

She's next door to me and makes noise at all hours of the night, so I have to yell at her to shut up.

[allconsumed]

[That can't be all, can it? This time Velvet does smirk.]

Just that? So you're saying she was talking about me loudly and you heard her through the walls.

[teratias]

Okay, so maybe we also have actual conversations too when she isn't being a pain in the ass. [He snuffs, folding his arms over his chest.] What's your point?

[allconsumed]

I'm only a little curious. Honestly, I'm starting to think that you might be some kind of masochist.

[teratias]

Well it isn't like I pick people who annoy me on purpose. It just happens by circumstance.

[allconsumed]

[Velvet is ready to call bullshit, but after she thinks about it for a few seconds…]

I suppose I can relate to that.

Anyway, I wouldn't say she's a pain in the ass to her face. Maybe you already have, though.

[teratias]

Uh.

No comment.

[Maybe not in so many words? But...the sentiment's been made in different ways and yet they keep staying in each other's orbits.]

[allconsumed]

It's your funeral.

[Probably not literally, at least.]

[teratias]

[Waver huffs, but...]

If she had a problem with it, she would've let me know a long time ago.

[allconsumed]

Maybe. I'm not going to pretend I know what goes on in her head.

[teratias]

And I'm not willing to venture in there either. It's probably extremely weird and no where we should be.

[allconsumed]

I guess we actually agree on something.

[teratias]

[That actually gets Waver to laugh.]

No kidding.