The night would be full, the moon bright and equally full, and a slight mist lay upon the grind. Dry leaves blew across the ground with a spooky crackle.
And whenever one was, it happened. There would come a knocking at the door (or a sound such as that for those who were outside) that would beckon one go and see, and a voice like several merry children calling 'Trick or Treat!'
But the trick, or treat, would be for those that answered for they would find a pumpkin waiting, one carved and shining with a variety of images. A string with a note saying 'Lift me!' would be attached through the stem.
Do you dare raise the lid and see what lays within?
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Happy Halloween!!
And here's your treat! Each character that wants one will find in such a means mentioned above a Jack-o-Lantern with one of the carvings listed below. Simply pick your kind, and on the 31st I will reveal what goodie you get!
As a note, these will be cosmetic augmentation items for Bondeds, rather than a new Shiny.
Remember: You have until the 30th of October to pick your Jack-o-Lantern!
Types of Jack-o-Lanterns
Scary
Happy/Funny
Angry
Object (An animal, scene, or other non-face or -word)
Words (Boo! Trick or Treat! Happy Halloween! Etc.)
Slowly there came a tapping. A rapping at Tide's chamber door. Though when she opened it to see who could be out on her front porch, she found no one. That was strange. Left. Right. Up. Down...Ah! There it was. The fact that she thought nothing of pumpkin being able to knock showed just how long she had put up with the antics of the illogical field.
The pumpkin itself was fairly big. With a lovely image of a hippocampus in a witch's hat craved upon it. Tide could see the thinner parts of the pumpkin where the light would make it glow, but not be outright shining. It would be just wonderful lit up. She would have to see about convincing Khareesh or Jason to stick a candle in it. Or maybe she could find a light bulb that didn't have to be directly plugged into something.
And of course, she was going to lift the lid! After all, how else could she see what size light she would need?
Gertude (Scary)
The knocking was consistent at least. Gertude could almost time her needles to it. Rap. Stitch. Rap. Stitch. Stitch. Rap. Rap.
This went on for quiet a while before her companions had had enough. They had thrown open the door, which stopped the knocking. Not having seen anyone but the pumpkin, they had tried closing the door only for the knocking to start back up again. A couple more times of opening and closing the door, they finally figured out that as long as the pumpkin was still there, the knocking would continue. So they did the only logical thing they could think of: bring the pumpkin inside.
Seeing the pumpkin, Gertude paused in her work to look at it. The face on it was a scary one. All sharp fangs and creepy aura. Not that Gertude minded in the least as she reached out and lifted the lid off the top. No point in keeping them all in suspense any longer, right?
Jeremi (Words)
Jeremi was looking down at the pumpkin, some mild confusion on his face. He had answered the knock almost as soon as he heard it. It wasn't unheard of for someone to coming knocking instead of just walking right into his room. He had figured it was someone who wanted to be polite. Not a pumpkin with the words "Happy Halloween" in a flowing script craved into its flesh. Thinking it might me a Kemori prank, he lifted the lid, fully prepared to be splattered with...Something.
Mildred (Happy)
It did cross her mind to drop kick the pumpkin across the door sill and just...Somewhere else. The knocking had awoken Mildred out of the nice nap she was having and she was in no mood to continue to look at the grinning, happy pumpkin. So at odds with her mood at the moment. IN the end, she brought it inside and set it on the counter, knocking the lid off in the move from door to table.
Oops.
Fredericke (Angry)
The pumpkin just looked...So grumpy. Almost like Rune when she did something incredibly stupid and dangerous. It was just perfect. Leaving it on the door step, she had went back into the house to find a candle to stick into it. It didn't take her long to find one and a book of matches. Going back out to the porch, she finally lifted the lid off the rounded squash.
Cain (Object)
Someone had a sense of humor. At least, that is what Cain thought when he opened the door to find a pumpkin with a skeleton craved into it. Dragging it in, he turned around and shut the door. "Hey Taki! Come look at this!" While he waited for his roommate, he would gather up some items to light it up in all sorts of different colors. Only once Taki was there, would he removed the lid to get started.
Technically speaking Dust’s homeworld didn’t have Halloween. That particular cultural practice had fallen by the wayside sometime during humanity’s Golden Age. It had languished in obscurity for centuries, all through the Collapse and into the Dark Ages that followed. Centuries later some enterprising soul (an Everiss, if Dust had to guess) resurrected it as the reimagined ‘Festival of the Lost’. Equal parts remembrance ceremony and colorful excuse for pranking, Dust had taken full advantage of it every fall since his resurrection twenty-odd years earlier.
But the Festival of the Lost had nothing to do with pumpkins, or with small children banging on doors. Perhaps that explained why Dust about jumped out of his plating when knocking resounded through the hold of the Shadowed Dawn.
“What the hell?” Off he strode across the cargo hold, cloak and Ghost swirling in his wake.
“Eris frickin’ Morn. You’ve gotta be kidding,” Dust laughed, scooping the eerily-carved pumpkin up and carrying it into the hold of his ship home. “Crow, what’s going on here?”
“I’d say the Festival of the Lost, but this isn’t the Tower, and Eris isn’t lost.” A beat. “I hope. But, uh- there’s something here. Looks like a... piece of fishing line?”
“Really now?” Amused now, Dust reached over and tugged aforementioned bit of line, popping the top of his pumpkin off in the process. Telmaril - Object (Owl)
Eorzea, on the other hand, did have Halloween, or a rough approximation thereof. They called it All Saint’s Wake, and it was every bit the excuse for purple-and-orange revelry as Earth’s Halloween was. Gridania especially had made a great deal of the holiday, showering the city with baked goodies and spooky glamours for the entirety of the Fifth Umbral Moon.
Tel had always enjoyed the festivities, and not simply because All Saint’s Wake marked his own turnday.
And so the Elezen had thrown himself into the chaos of his favorite holiday, baking, crafting, painting, and carving up a storm. His weyr fairly dripped Halloween spirit. Paper bats hung from the ceiling, pinned in play by Paladin and the rest of the fair. Neon-bright familiar pawprints looped around his living quarters and into the ‘minfirmary’, shifting through every color imaginable in steady sequence. Someone- probably Tesla- had even cobbled together a fog machine. The stout machine perched on a rickety table by the doorway, belching clouds of colorful mist to drift over the floor.
Tel himself was midway through carving a pumpkin (the latest in a long series thereof) when an almost timid knock sounded at the door.
“Coming~”, he caroled, toweling sticky pumpkin juice off both hands. “Give me just a moment!”
“Baw. Too late, I guess.” Never one to ignore a present, Tel brought the new addition to his collection inside, tugging the top off as he searched for a candle to prop inside.
Jessera - Funny/Happy
Last but not least there was Jessera, who hadn’t the faintest what this ‘Halloween’ business was about. The Pernese had never had such a frivolous tradition, preferring to celebrate the harvest and autumn equinox in more prosaic fashion. Aphadon Weyr, of course, had followed in their forebears’ footsteps. No ridiculous outfits, none of this ‘going door to door shouting trick or treat’ nonsense, and certainly no carved pumpkins! Waste, all of it! Unacceptable!
Which might have explained why Jess ignored the knocking on the door of her weyr, no matter how insistent it got.
Only hours later, when she finally headed out for dinner in the lower caverns, did Jess quite literally trip over the jack o lantern left on her doorstep. It was a cute thing, apparently carved in the image of a cat, and so damn unexpected Jess couldn’t even be upset about it. Instead she sighed, dusted herself up, and dragged her new acquisition inside, popping the top off quite by accident in the process.
Trick-or-treating was not unheard of throughout Haven Weyr. Many off-planet transplants had brought some manner of All Hallows with them and the excuse for children to run around begging candy from strangers barely needed justification. Raferties was out with Kaya now, doing the very same.
Hopefully he could get the girl to realize she was dressed as a pumpkin, not as a cow. Belial was not holding out much hope, however, as the girl seemed to be absolutely convinced her costume was bovine, not botanical.
What the archdevil did not expect was for the door to his weyr to be the one that got rapped upon by the little rapscallions. Everyone in the Weyr KNEW he had no candy. They knew he was intimidating to children and, but for his own, had little patience for them. They knew better than to knock on the door over which had the dragon's name KIVALTH painted in deep crimson, marking the rider of a red mottle.
Belial yanked his door open to find no trick-or-treaters, however, but a small jack'o'lantern that read GOTCHA! in boldly carved out lettering. And a tag instructing him to pick it up.
Oh. Good. Illogical Field things. Situation normal. Belial picked up the offending gourd and lifted the lid, half expecting an explosion of glitter.
Shrayla was not in the habit of receiving visitors in the rare occasions she could be found in her weyr. The knock at her door startled the werewolf, especially as she had neither smelled nor heard anyone coming her way -- which had suited her fine, her weyr was in one of Haven's more out of the way locations for a reason.
But when she answered her door, there was no one there, just a pumpkin with the image of a wolf carved into it, cheerily lit and with instructions for her to pick it up. This she did with caution.
Shrayla had learned to take most anything illogical cautiously.
Khareesh was mostly healed from having been injured, then put into suspended animation, then rescued, then put through major surgery. But he'd been on light duty for a while and that included, now, handing out immense amounts of candy on behalf of the Weyr.
But his next trick-or-treater was a pumpkin? Khareesh picked up the happy pumpkin and examined it, barely raising an eyebrow at the carved gourd that had apparently walked itself to his door.
Stranger things had happened.
Knock Knock Knock
Surely, the pestilential fools knew better than to knock on the door of the operating suite? Melonwei gathered herself up into a pillar of righteous fury, and strode with sharp, jagged purpose to the door.
Patient or no patient, NOBODY had the right to interrupt when she had the floor and the surgical theatre was closed.
But...there was nobody to lambaste on the other side of the door. Just a pumpkin, doing its best to be scary, probably for whatever holiday the feebleminded villagers seemed to be celebrating this month. She snatched the alien thing off of the floor, disgusted with the mess it represented, and then discovered the thing had a lid. Would wonders never cease.
Halloween was in full swing at the Sleeping Shamrock! Linah was pouring mead right and left -- a special pumpkin spice flavor, though there was some coloration to make it appear blood-red -- and Zhi was busy tossing candy to the younger patrons. Everyone was into the spooky spirit of things and having a good time.
And then there was a knock at the door. Which was odd. The Shamrock was an inn, ordinarily people just walked in. Zhi, dressed as an Egyptian Pharaoh (because female pharaohs totally existed), opened the door to see what was out there.
The teenager returned to Linah with a frightfully angry looking jack'o'lantern.
"Well, aren't you just Mister Grumpy-Gourd," Linah sassed the thing, pulling the lid off to look inside.
The knock at Aletha's weyr door was surprising, as she was not in the habit of expecting company.
"Your new friend, Elz?" she grunted, trying not to yank a comb through Melorius' tangled hair. Her bloodstained hands had the capacity for gentleness, she'd prove it yet. Maybe. Not well, though, if the tears stinging Melorius' eyes were anything to go by.
"I dunno he knows where you live," Elz replied, though he really would like to have seen Nec on the other side of the door. Allergic to boredom! That's how the fellow had described himself, and that's how Elz liked to see him. However, the other side of the door did not reveal Necthain. As Elz looked around, up, and finally down, he discovered a...n arguably scary carved pumpkin. Well, it was trying to be scary, Elzathiel assumed, given its ghastly portrayal of something...tentacle-y and snarling? Elz wasn't quite sure.
He was also not a reliable judge of Prime Material art, so, he could be seeing things all wrong here.
"What. Is that." Aletha's tone didn't even hit inquisitive enough to be called a question.
"Some kind of weirdly carved pumpkin that wanted to be picked up." Elz gathered it up and brought it inside. "I think the thing has a lid?"
Arieh was enjoying a night away from Vesper and mostly away from the voice inside of his head, dressed in a simple shirt and light pants, running through a meditative kata to soft music in his dojo.
The Olive Branch had been decorated some, but Arieh had not put more than autumnal decorations up. Halloween was a cute idea, but it was not really an Israeli idea, and it was one he planned to participate in as minimally as possible. That is to say, he had candy on hand for any children who stopped by his door, but he would not be dressing himself up in some absurd costume for the occasion.
He'd had a few children come his way already, but not many. Most had seen the generic decorations and pegged his establishment as a lost cause and moved on. But as Arieh gracefully shifted from one elegant stretch pose to another, his doorbell sounded, surrounded by giggles and the ubiquitous "Trick-or-treat!" that seemed to follow every child seeking candy.
Except there were no children when he opened his door.
There was a pumpkin apparently vomiting its guts out on his doorstep, hat falling off, empty liquor bottle clutched closely in artificial hand. He remembered this pumpkin. He'd seen pictures of it.
The American soldier turned her smartphone around to show him the pictures of the funny jack'o'lantern, made to look like a puking drunk staggering from a bar. The freckles across her nose were almost invisible in the fading daylight and rising dust, auburn hair clamped tight under olive drab helmet. "We call him Shitface Stan," she announced, proud of the hilariously ugly thing. "He's kind of our mascot."
"Nice to see you again, Stan," Arieh murmured, chuckling under his breath, collecting the mess up in his arms to bring it inside and set it on a counter, kicking the door shut behind himself. It was only then that Arieh noticed that despite the fact that whoever had carved the pumpkin had pulled the stringy, seedy guts out through the carved mouth, there was still a lid cut into the top. Curious, Arieh pulled on the pumpkin's stem to lift the lid and see what was underneath.
"Easy, Odo, easy," Jenna murmured, tossing a steak in front of Odogaron. The huge red-scaled predator pounced on the huge cut of meat and devoured it, attention immediately snapping up to Jenna, a growl low in his throat. "You stop that or you won't get another."
Odo stopped growling. Jenna tossed him another chunk of meat. This repeated on several more cycles, until suddenly it sounded like children were knocking (on what, trees?) and singing, "Trick or treat~" but that was absurd, this was the middle of the wilderness-
Before she could process that thought, Odo bounded over her toward the noise, and something went SPLATCHRUNCH in his jaws before she could get there.
When Jenna finally sprinted over, fully expecting bloody murder, she found the carnage of a murdered pumpkin. She ran her fingers through the massacred gourd's remains, looking for anything important that might have been inside it, but next to her, Odogaron stood triumphant, jaws dripping with pumpkin juice and gore, proud of his kill.
There was still more training that had to be done yet.
Candy duty. At Harper Hall.
Because most of the Masterharpers hated him, Rylan reflected. Well, no, they hated Tomlin, but Tomlin was the only idiot that actually LIKED going up into the drum heights and would do so reliably, even if his messages were not in fact reliable. Actually getting someone up the ladder and to the drum was worth a lot, considering the toll the drums took on the drummers, which was what bought Tomlin what respect he had among the Harpers at the Hall. Rylan, on the other hand, was equipped with a survival instinct, and would go up to the drums no more often than once a month lest he risk internal bleeding.
That he could be related to such stupidity and yet be an inferior workhorse, his masters resented. Rylan had tried to prove himself in other ways, but having a brother like Tomlin had damaged his credibility beyond repair. So here he was, sitting behind a classroom desk hauled out into the foyer of Harper Hall, awaiting the children who would come in search of the Harpers' candy. Not too many made the trek up the mountain every year, but those who did were determined. Harper candy was legend.
For a reason, admittedly.
But the next bunch was odd. Normally everyone just came inside, meeting Rylan at his pitiful little desk, but this group stopped at the door and knocked. Sighing, Rylan slide out from behind the cramped student chair-desk and stood, striding forward on cramped legs to throw open Harper Hall's heavy double doors to find...
Wow. That cemetery jack'o'lantern really made a statement.
"Should I take this as a threat?" Rylan asked of the Illogical Field, or perhaps of the sky, as he picked up the pumpkin to bring it inside.
As for Jenna, she can go without a pumpkin or get a randomized one, I don't care either way. Her Odogaron simply told me he was going to OM NOM PUNKIN whether I liked it or not. XD
Lifting the lid would reveal two things to Tide: One, that the Jack-o-Lantern had one of those falst candles already installed in the middle of it, one of those that was a fake 'wick' and flame that flickered when you clicked the switch (Talk about a Treat!), and that hanging from the underside of the lid by a thin, pumpkin-colored thread was a tiny, wrapped, sugar cookie skull like from certain culture's holidays. Written on the forehead would be the name of one of Tide's Bondeds.
What would happen when it was eaten? Well, quite simply, said Bonded would turn mostly black, aside from any notable Rank markings, and white markings like skeletal bones would appear!
Gertude (Scary)
Quite a persistent pumpkin! Well, it just wanted a home, perhaps, for a little while. Or maybe longer as her pumpkin would be made of plastic instead of real pumpkin. The lid would lift away easily, and affixed to the underside by a wire would be a small chocolate pumpkin! A tag tied to it would read 'Bonded-Friendly chocolate!' Clearly it was a shiny treat! But who would claim it?
Whomever it would go to (or whomever snatched it first, as the case might be) would find themselves suddenly turn as translucent as a ghost, though they would be still quite tangible and standing firmly on the ground, and no, they wouldn't be able to walk through walls. Hopefully they wouldn't find that out the hard way.
Jeremi (Words)
When told of this later, Kemori would certainly make not of it for next year. Yes, this would make for a fine trick, but no, this time had nothing to do with the Kitsune.
(That would be the hiding place he'd carefully chosen to pounce Jeremi from.)
Lifting the lid would thus produce no startling splat or spray of silly string. Rather there would be a smaller Jack-o-Lantern, in the form of one of those candy ones, in a tiny bag within. He might not want to try eating it himself, however: it was designed for a Bonded. Said Bonded would be gifted with the spirit of the season upon eating it, however, as they'd turn a particularly pumpkin shade of orange and somewhere, whether it was on the hip, chest, cheek, back, or wherever, a black Jack-o-Lantern face would appear!
Mildred (Happy)
Oops indeed.
Perhaps in a sense the cheerful Jack-o-Lantern had it coming, at least in Mildred's eyes. But it never stopped smiling, quite happy to bring the lighter side of Halloween to the home.
When the lid hit the ground, however, something like a piece of taffy bounced out of a small hole carved into the underside and across the floor. With a scent quite delectable for several species of Bondeds, it likely wouldn't be long for one to snap it up...
And promptly start softly glowing like they'd been dunked in Glow in the Dark paint. Nothing would change about their color scheme otherwise, just a soft radiant aura would wrap around them.
Fredericke (Angry)
Finding a candle was simple enough, and lifting the lid would actually reveal that in the bottom was a small plate to set it upon.
It would also reveal a bag a candy corn taped to the inside of the lid, with the name of one of her Bondeds on it. A gift? Certainly seemed like it!
Granted, turning orange, yellow, and white like said candy might be considered a trick, but at least it was harmless?
Cain (Object)
Oh yes, there was a sense of humor involved, even it exactly how would be revealed later.
Taki was quick to scamper in, delighted with the Jack-o-Lantern when she saw it and the lights Cain had collected. Curiously when the lid was lifted there would be a small bag of treats inside, what looked like white-chocolate covered pretzels made to seem like bones. Any would be able to munch on them but the first Bonded of Cain's to would uncover an interesting side effect: their body wild turn ebony black and like one of those goofy Halloween shirts white marks like their skeleton would appear.
The irony certainly wouldn't be lost in Taki.
Dust - Spooky
Perhaps eventually someone would more fully explain Halloween to Dust, but at the moment it really didn't matter much. He probably had some idea what was going on or at the least would know what to ask about later.
What was important was what was attached to that piece of fishing line through the lid. First line, then lid came up, and at the end of it a bag with a marshmallow ghost. A tag tied to it would say 'not for human consumption; Bondeds only! Safe for all species!'
Well, looks like someone would get a treat! But when they did they'd find a trick included as they would turn into a translucent version of themselves. Nothing else changing, no special abilities included. Just see-through.
Telmaril - Object (Owl)
Yes, another pumpkin for the festive setting! Now the one Tel had been working on had a partner it seems. And this one came with a treat included, as tied with wire to the underside of the lid was a bag of candy bones complete with red 'blood' adornments! But the scene would be that of a Bonded treat rather than a person treat. And to the Bonded that nommed it would go the trick as they would turn ebony black and be marked with white 'bones' of their own looking like a very spooky (and potentially adorable) skeleton!
Jessera - Funny/Happy
Yes, knowing or not of the holiday by any name the jack-o-lantern was not about to remain ignored forever. And if it had to trip its owner to get attention well, so be it.
Thankfully it wouldn't be very heavy and the cheery carving would go nicely with most décor. The lid wouldn't even hit the ground and risk getting messy pumpkin mess on the floor, attached to the pumpkin's inside by a long-ish wire. And affixed to the middle of said wire would be of all things what looked like a glow stick. Only it wasn't quite a glow stick as a tag would read 'Bonded treat, safe for consumption!'
Granted, the tag failed to mention how said Bonded would glow like the glow stick afterwards, but at least it would be a pretty glow?
Belial
Well, Belial would find out that thankfully glitter wasn't on the IF's agenda this go around. (probably saving all of it up for the winter holidays, really.) No, no glitter, confetti, or anything of the sort. Just a sugar cookie that would smell decidedly like it was meant more for a Bonded rather than a person of any sort to eat, shaped like a traditional jack-o-lantern with royal icing.
Said Bonded would find it tasty, but with a bit of a trick as they'd turn pumpkin orange, barring any rank markings, with a black jack-o-lantern face showing up somewhere on their person.
Shrayla
The pumpkin was of moderate size and weight, the image flickering with an LED-style candle within firmly affixed in place. Hey no worries about catching anything on fire! But the light would also reveal that there was a good reason for it to be a fake flame: resting up against the pumpkin's walls would be a large bone-shaped treat, a massive pretzel layered in white chocolate and with pretzel balls on the end to complete the look. It would even be carved to make the effect complete! But the wrapped goodie would also have one of Shrayla's Bonded's names written across it in icing, so it was clearly a marked gift.
Upon consumption said Bonded would turn pitch black and gain white, skeleton-like markings with a bit of a tribal twist on the forehead. You know, just for aesthetics.
Khareesh
Yep, when the IF got involved stranger things indeed happened than a happy pumpkin picking its new owner. Even stranger than what Khareesh would find when he had a moment to examine the jack-o-lantern in more detail: a sugar crystal suspended within, softly glowing in a manner that would be almost undetectable compared to the candle. The scene of it would be irresistible to a Bonded, a goodie clearly make for them, and to the one who won the treat would go a soft candle-like glow of their own!
Melonwei
A carved gourd with a lid. Definitely an oddity! But whomever had gifted it to Melonwei had both well known to scamper after knocking, and had included a treat as well with the rather polite trick. But this wouldn't be a treat for her. Rather the rice cereal and white chocolate ghost she'd find inside, kindly wrapped in plastic, would have the image of a Bonded species upon it! A shiny goody, as it were. And when consumed the Bonded in question would turn as translucent as a ghost, utterly unharmed otherwise. It was just too bad they didn't get the ability to go through walls.
Linah
Party at the Shamrock!
Nearly everyone who lived in the Village had likely stopped in at one point or another to join in the fun. The knock got the attention of more than one patron simply because of its oddity, though a few laughed that someone was getting into the spirit of things. It wasn't a trick-or-treater though. Zhi's discovery of the Jack-o-Lantern would get more laughter. It was indeed quite the Grumpy Gourd! But in kindly would have a treat of sorts, for a Bonded if the tag was any induction: a pumpkin spice cookie colored to look like a large candy corn!
A color motif that said Bonded would gain when they munched the goodie, turning yellow, orange, and white!
Aletha
The poor pumpkin really was trying it's best to be scary, but then again when you were presenting yourself to brings who had seen and/or dealt with demons and other such monsters on a regular basis, well, most any attempts were likely to come up a bit short. But it was trying it's best.
Popping its lid open - somehow the thing was actually hinged! - Elz would be the first to see a candy treat inside. A ghost made of a cake ball and modeling chocolate, to be quite specific. A tiny candy sign in its 'hand' would read the name of a Bonded species. Perhaps a goodie intended for the kind specifically, the sort with customized nutrients.
And the ability to turn them into a translucent version of themselves, sans pass-through-wall ability. But that was still cool, right?
Arieh
So while many in the Weyr, Village, and elsewhere were along the spectrum from baffled to amused to highly annoyed it seemed Arieh had the good fortune to have something of a reunion! Stan would seem quite as happy with the situation despite his 'intoxicated' state, and in offering for the occasion have a gift for the Vessel of War: a small bag of rather brightly-colored, nearly glowing, liquid-filled gummies. While these would be sharable with everyone in the household one Bonded in particular would have a rather strange reaction (thank you IF quite likely!). Soon after the goodie was gulped down said Bonded would start to softly glow!
Jenna
Well, the night did not end well for that pumpkin! Though it was utterly undeterminable now it had once been a rather simplistic cat image, one of those with its back arched and fur spiked in anger or fear. Now, however, it was little more than a victim of Odo's carnage.
Well, at least pumpkin tasted good? And it wasn't entirely full of guts to make the mess even worse.
In sorting through the remains Jenna would find something that had survived: a dangling skeleton wrapped in plastic. Though looking like plastic connected with string to make the 'joints' movable, it was actually isomalt sugar and thin licorice cords to tie it together. In other words, utterly edible and sweetly crunchy! A faint scent would reveal that it was flavored for a Bonded, though said Bonded would be the target of a small, harmless trick when it was eaten: aside from any rank markings they'd turn entirely black and gain white marks matching their own bones all over their bodies.
Rylan Well, perhaps there was a silver lining to Rylan's predicament: being the one to give out the candy certainly had to improve his reputation among the children! And he'd get to see their costumes and share in their enjoyment.
All about perspective, you know.
And look! Now he had a buddy to spend the evening with and to make the place more festive! The cemetery jack-o-lantern was light enough to pick up though when the Harper did so he'd feel something bumping around inside. But looking would reveal that it wasn't a candle, but a small sugar skull, decorated like for the Day of the Dead with all the piping and adornments that entailed. The name across the brow would be that of one of Rylan's Bondeds, and it perhaps was a sign of the trick that would be played upon said Bonded when it was eaten: they'd turn ebony black with white marks as if their skeletal shape had been imprinted upon their pelts or hides.
Well, only one thing to say:
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Thank you both for your patience, and for participating in my little quick event! Just as a recap here's the Pumpkins and the results. If there's any questions, feel free to PM me! Consider all of these a Halloween Holiday Mutation.
Scary - Spectral - the Bonded turns translucent like a ghost, but they can't walk through walls
Happy/Funny - Glow in the Dark - Though the Bonded appears unchanged, they note glow in the dark; the exact brightness is circa that of a candle or a glow in the dark toy.
Angry - Candy Corn - either vertical, horizontal, or in some such fashion they turn orange, yellow, and white in the same pattern as the candy
Object (An animal, scene, or other non-face or -word) - Skeletal - the majority of the Bondeds body turns black, with white markings resembling the shape of a skeleton
Words (Boo! Trick or Treat! Happy Halloween! Etc.) - Jack-O-Lantern - the Bonded turns pumpkin orange and gets a black Jack-o-Lantern face somewhere on their body