Halloween Special Pt 1 - Pumpkinfest!

[pumpkinhollow]

Pumpkin Hollow Community Bulletin

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It is a brisk Fall day, and the smell of autumn is on the breeze. The trees, like flowers in full bloom, are painted with rich and vibrant color. Bursts of red, orange, and gold splash across the horizon, mingling with the dark evergreen of the Lockwood pines in the distance. The pale blue above spans infinitely outward, unmarred by even the smallest cloud.

All week long, the people of Pumpkin Hollow have been preparing. Fabric banners dangle and drape between lamp posts throughout the center of town. Marigolds and mums in large pots are arranged beautifully near the gazebo. A stage has been erected on the Festival Green, and the streets are lined with vendor booths. And of course, there are pumpkins everywhere. On the stoop of every building, on the sill of every shop window, and on the edges of the steps of Town Hall. Nearly every occupied home has one as well. Some are carved, some are not.

On the community bulletin board, there is a large notice posted, detailing a schedule of events.

PUMPKINFEST

MUSIC

Festival Green Main Stage - 4pm to close

The Deadwood Five - Anwyllic Folk Songs - 4pm - 5pm
Hildegard the Dwarven Bard - Comedic Ballads - 5pm -6pm
The Filthy Heathens - Bawdy Pub Tunes - 6pm - 7pm
Grace Holloway - Original “Blues” Music - 7pm - 8pm
Juniper Sweetwater - Hammered Dulcimer - 8pm -9pm
The Rattlebones - Dueling Fiddles - 9pm - 10pm
Cormac and the Banshees - Dark and Festive Classics - 10pm - 11pm

FOOD VENDORS

Main Street - All Day

Hogwash Hams - A select menu of pork-based street food
Roasters - Fire-roasted corn on the cob
The Potato Palace - Purveyor of perfect potato plates
The Fat Friar - Funnel cake and other fried treats
Melville’s - Portable seafood such as fried fish skewers, fish sandwiches, and jellied eel
The Oak & Iron - Roasted turkey legs and a selection of beer, seasonal mead, and cider

GAMES

High Street - All Day

Ring Toss
Shooting Gallery
Fortune Teller
Strongman’s Hammer
Bottle Topple
Coconut Shy
Cornhole
Guess the Pumpkin’s Weight

EVENTS

Flower Crown Making
Meet on the gazebo in Town Square at any time throughout the festival, where supplies for making garlands out of seasonal flowers will be available.

Jack-o-Lantern Carving Contest
Available all week at the tables on the north side of the Town Square plaza. Tables with a selection of fine pumpkins and carving tools will be open to all. At the end of the week, carved pumpkins will be judged and winners will receive a prize medal and a fresh baked pumpkin pie provided by Merriweather Patisserie. They will be judged on the following categories: Scariest, Silliest, Most Creative, Most Beautiful, and Most Challenging. There will also be one Jack-o-Lantern given the title of Best in Show!

Woodcutting Contest
A section of the Festival Green will be dedicated to a wood-chopping race at midday. Whoever can chop the most logs within the time limit will win a voucher for a free lunch at any of the food vending booths and the coveted Golden Log trophy! Come and cheer for your favorite competitor.

Costume Parade
On Main Street at sundown, come show off your fine costumes and carry lanterns throughout the town to light up the streets. PLEASE NOTE: this is a COMPLETELY NORMAL and harmless procession, not performed under duress. Please do not bring weapons. Attendance is optional.

Banishing Ritual
After nightfall, gather on the lawn of the Temple of Sacred Roots for a time-honored banishment ritual practiced since ancient times, meant to ward off evil spirits.

Main and High street are perpendicular to one another and run through the central areas of town, making everything fairly simple to find. And there's plenty to do! Feel free to explore as you like and meet up with friends for a good time. The festival runs until All Hallow's Eve on the 31st.

It's also worth noting that nothing untoward or monstrous seems to be occurring at the festival. For once, it seems that nothing can affect this joyous event. Perhaps lantern light, banishing rituals, and merriment are enough to prevail.

Surely nothing will go wrong on Halloween, right?

Halloween Special Part 2 - The Nightmare Carnival will launch on Sunday, October 29th! Additionally, player character notes can still be posted on the board as usual.

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QUESTIONS/COMMENTS/CONCERNS

[pumpkinhollow]

Y'all know the drill <3

RESIDENT BULLETINS

[pumpkinhollow]

Residents can post IC notes and flyers on the bulletin board here!

[lasthumanvoice]

[Handwritten in obnoxiously bright purple ink on a scrap of paper from who knows where:]

We celebrate the birthday of Jon Sims on October 23rd. Happy birthday, Jon! In addition to being a Scorpio, Jon is a Londoner, and would like a nice evening out with friends as a present. Perhaps you can take him to the Pumpkinfest, or for a visit to Erik Osborne. You know, the whore? Yes, either way, please wish Jon an amazing birthday!

Banishing Ritual

[preacher_in_reticence]

Year after year one of the few constants in this cursed village is the Banishing Ritual. The townsfolk come together, donning home-made animal masks and bearing whatever pots or pans they have from home or borrowed from the tavern in hand.

Even after dark, the time they all tend to hole up at home, they gather on the Temple grounds. And just like every year since Pumpkin Hollow became cursed, Degas takes the the lead. This year he dons a shoddy-stitched mask in the shape of a donkey's head, although it's still obvious by his usual vest who it is underneath it all.

"Friends! Tonight we gather to continue the unbroken chain of yearly banishments. As always in hopes of sending spirits on their way, to whence they belong and leave us be. For we all have our place and this, the land of the living, if no place for lost spirits." He raises his arms before sweeping them out to indicate the gathered crowd. "But this year we have new faces among us, and new voices to rise against the ghostly rabble. So let us make a noise to shake the very heavens and reach our Mothers' ears!"

With that, Degas leans down to take hold of ladle and soup pot and begins to walk and bang it. The cacophony goes on for several long minutes until it naturally begins to die down. The villagers, lift their masks, briefly embracing one another before they take their lanterns and begin return to their home with a special heed from the preacher to stay in pairs for safety. Degas, however, lingers if anyone should wish to speak afterwards, or to offer them shelter in the Temple until the following morning.

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia shows up eagerly, wearing a beautifully crafted goat-mask that she's had for years and a large soup pot with a wooden spoon. This is one of the few religious celebrations she attends, but she is present each year.

With a whooping shout, Dahlia stands at the edge of the temple lawn, banging her pot loudly and yelling at the top of her lungs at the sky. She seems almost viciously enraged, as if she is screaming at someone she hates, and she is the last to grow quiet once more.

When it ends, Dahlia makes a point of finding Degas to give him a firm hug. "Hopefully it will work a little more this year."

OTA

[witheredpeonies]

Nicest, sweetest, utmost in everything [Flower Crowns]
Annabel seems content to spend an afternoon when work is light at her shop making crowns--for herself, for local children who may not have the skill for themself. Anyone who's watching gets a coy smile and a head tilt that's clearly silent invitation. If you need someone to teach you how to weave the stems together, well. Just ask!


It's so charming, very charming [Festival Food]
Look, there's no stopping her. She's got a little spare brass in pocket, and there's amazing smells all over the place. Find her trying to navigate a funnel cake without getting powdered sugar all over her dress, or sipping a cider. She seems to favor things to eat on the go--skewers or cobs of corn.


Well reckoned, play the fool [Banishing Ritual]
It's like her heartstrings are harpstrings being plucked, or the strings of a hammered dulcimer being played with hardware hammers instead of light mallets meant for music. It hurts. It hurts every time a pot is banged, every time a person lets out a yell or a ululation.

Annabel can be found where she stopped on the approach to the Temple, clutching at the front of her shirt, tears streaming down her cheek. They're banishing ghosts, and the spectre within her beats against the cage of her chest like a bird trying to escape and fly away.


No one's ill at ease [Wildcard]
Bring it.

Well reckoned, play the fool

[somebodychildofanyone]

River's running late, and just as well. Annabel's in distress. Her heart wrenches, and without another thought she comes over, offers her hands out. What could -

- Oh. That would do it, wouldn't it? If the gods of this place are still watching, and called upon...

"Focus on me," River says, her voice low and firm. "Try to nod if you can hear me."

Nicest, sweetest, utmost in everything

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"Will you teach me?" Chris asks, in response to that silent invitation. They need the assurance of a verbal response.

They are wearing their linen pants and the shirt that Annabel so prettily embroidered for them, and they sit down after a moment's hesitation.

"You do lovely work, yet again..."

Milo Fields [OC, OTA]

[pinandcove]

-Food, Glorious Food-

Man, this place sure knows how to feed people!

Milo happily forks over a portion of his monthly food budget, saved for this specific occasion, and buys himself a heaping plate of everything. Ham on a stick, a turkey leg, spiralled fried potato chips, funnel cake, some fried cod, and an ear of roasted corn. And to wash it all down, an enormous stein of beer. He can be found at a table near the main stage, enjoying a performance by the Deadwood Five over his hearty dinner.

-Knock on Wood-

Milo's been chopping wood all his life, and he's even raced his cousin to see who can cut it faster before. So a woodcutting contest sounds right up his alley!

Despite the chill, he stands shirtless at his assigned station, axe gripped by one hand and one clamping hook prosthetic, awaiting the start of the contest as he sizes up the large stump he's been given to chop up. Perhaps if he spots a friendly face in the crowd, he'll give a wave!

-Wildcard-
I'm good with anything!

Knock on Wood

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris lets out a whistle (that has maybe a bit of wolf whistle to it in the middle) and cheers encouragingly, "You got this, Milo! Woo hoo!"

Knock on Wood :]

[lordoftheozarks]

Does he need a food voucher? No. But, does he have a petty need to show Milo up at a contest? Absolutely. So, here he comes. He has opted to keep his shirt on for this, mostly because he isn't ready to show the world his scars yet. He hefts the ax onto his shoulders and gives Milo a friendly wave.

"Let the best man win, eh?"

Erik might seem, to some, to be far out of his weight class here. He is short, slender, trim, but not particularly muscled. Surely he couldn't stand a chance. Right?

Knock on Wood~!

[woocas]

Lucas is no strong man, but he's not all noodle armed like his physique seems to suggest! He's going all in on this contest, not shirtless, but bare armed and ready to roll!

"...Aw man, game over." Lucas laughs, seeing his competition. And eyeing Milo up and down a few times for good measure. The conversation he had with Erik at the gala comes to mind but Lucas shoves the thought aside. Don't make things weird...

Eddie Kaspbrak 🎈 IT (miniseries)

[batteryacid]

Thievery!
Is this perhaps the tail end of his post-resurrection four-day swooping season curse? For the purposes of hilarity, yes. Every so often Eddie has to duck or wave his arms to shoo away a bird that decided his head is a target for divebombing. Luckily, they haven't decided to bomb him any other way.

He does get some of his potato snacks stolen, though. Dratted magpies.

All for Fun
You're probably going to see him on High Street, indulging in the games. Eddie expects them to be fixed, just like carnival games back home, but his nostalgia for it is enough to make them fun anyway.

And if there's prizes on offer, Eddie is so gonna try to win one for Angel. (Are you even being the slightest bit subtle at this point, boy?)

Banishing Ritual
Eddie had expressed interest in learning more about the island's religion, and an open invitation to take part in one of their rituals seems like just the thing. He's not one for masks, but in deference to the requirement he's made one out of thick paper (basically cardstock) and chicken feathers that Thread and Bobbin have shed. The bit that goes over his nose is a little more pointed and painted yellow. He's got a soup pot and ladle in hand, and quietly listens as some of the more knowledgeable townsfolk give him whispered instructions on what to do.

It seems strange to him, but his own traditions would seem strange to them. And... when in Rome, right?

He's a little shy about yelling, but he makes quite the racket with the pot and ladle, as expected.

All for Fun

[graveling]

"Did you see there's a fortune teller's booth, too?" Angel's watching Eddie play, while he goes to town on some corn on the cob, like someone who's never had corn on the cob before.

Thievery!

[lordoftheozarks]

"Good to see you back up and about, Mr. Kaspbrak. How are you--" his question is cut short by a bird swooping down on Eddie. Without much thought, Erik plucks it from the air and holds it squawking and flapping in his hand.

"Are you all right?" Yeah, the bird is still just... struggling in his grip, making no progress but a lot of noise.

Jon Sims | OTA

[apocryphalarchivist]

Rip-Diddle-Ip-Ip-Ip-Ip, Its Your Birthday!

[ It's by complete chance that Jon catches a glimpse of some incredibly bright writing on the bulletin board, but the nagging feeling of Knowing draws him in to take a better look.

A pause. A blink. He rereads it.

He looks up, around, as though maybe he's being pranked? This would be a strange prank, though. No one's there watching for a reaction. He looks back down.

He rereads it again.

Torn between being perplexed (is that what the interview was about?), flattered (it'd been a long time since anyone fussed about his birthday, hadn't it?), and flustered (the town whore???), he's stuck in place for a few minutes, any direction of this walk into town thoroughly forgotten.

Maybe hellos (or birthday wishes!) could finally reel him back in? ]


Fair Feasting

[ To say he's in grand spirits at the moment would be an understatement. It'd been ages since he'd gotten to go to any sort of festival, and the sights and sounds, though fairly different from any from his past, pull at the nostalgia in his heart, and he can hardly help but peruse whatever he can.

At the moment, he's gotten himself a funnel-cake--- one of his favorite fair treats he hadn't had in far too long--- and he's picking it apart with care, making sure to savor it. It's in between bites when he catches eye of a friendly face, be it a close pal or a pleasant acquaintance, and he lifts his hand in a wave, offering a small grin. An invitation to share a meal, an offer to play some games together, or just a brief, friendly passing is yours to take! ]


Wildcard

( Drop me a line on Discord or PM this journal, and we can get something rolling! >:) )

It's Your Birthday!

[batteryacid]

Eddie wonders why Jon is stopped in front of the bulletin board... and of course that bright purple announcement catches his eye. He hides his smile with one hand until he can get it under control, then says, "Happy early birthday! Would you like to come with me to Grace's performance? For that 'night out with friends' gift?"

Gerard Keay | The Magnus Archives | OTA

[skeletonkeay]

-Cormac and the Banshees-

Like any good goth, Gerry is out much too late, wine in hand, standing off to the side of the main stage and listening to the music. He's not much of a dancer, instead opting to sort of bob his head to the beat. A crown of red poppies sits on his head, apparently made himself.

He certainly wouldn't complain about a friend.

-Smashing Carving Pumpkins-

Carving, particularly organic material, isn't a medium that Gerard is particularly well-versed in. But he's pretty artsy, so hey, why not give it a whirl.

During the afternoon, he can be found carving a particularly imposing eye design into a large pumpkin, thoroughly covered in the guts of it. His sleeves are rolled up, but it has done little to help him. His Gimmighoul, Penny, is neatly putting the seeds into a pile on the table. His Litwick, Agnes, is inside the pumpkin, lighting it so that he can check his work.


-Wildcard-
Sounds gay I'm in

Ban-sidhes

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil spots Gerry from his spot toward the back of the crowd and painstakingly picks his way around and through the audience to make his way to the goth, disturbing about half the people in the space to get there. Whoops! But there's a smile on his face that's bright and warm and eager as he reaches Gerry.

"Hi."

What a great opening line, one for the ages.

First Aid | Transformers G1 | OTA

[lovinglefthand]

At this point, is anyone really surprised to see First Aid seated behind a table next to the pumpkin carving zone, with a large first aid kit on his left and three tall metal jugs of well water on his right? He waves cheerfully at everyone who walks by, reminding them to drink lots of water; just because the days are getting colder doesn't mean no one needs to think about dehydration!

But it's not all work and no play over here. While someone else watches the table he wanders over to look at the pumpkins a few times, studying the carvings and gently running his fingers over the intact gourds. After a few rounds of that he finally sits down and carves a portrait of Optimus Prime in clear, precise lines, the kind that probably would earn him a "most beautiful" award if the judges were Autobots. But it's okay if the human judges have other priorities; he just wanted to try it.

"Sorry," he cheerfully says to the substitute when he comes back to the first aid table and carefully cleans his hands. "I never would have gotten the chance to do that, back home."

[ooc: Characters who haven't met First Aid already are welcome to come up and introduce themselves/gawk at the alien robot; everyone else is also welcome to stop by and say hello <3. Don't be afraid to pm me if you'd like to do something with one of the other prompts as well!]

[graveling]

Angel is staring at the person at the first aid table.

Part of what makes this so incredibly awkward is that it has been significantly longer than a minute, and he hasn’t blinked. Or breathed. Which is abnormal for a human!

(Angel is not human.)

After another long moment, he seems to catch he’s doing a rudeness and ducks his head apologetically.

The Shade | OTA

[deaths_head]

General Wandering

The Shade is pissed cause he can't find Nieve.

No particular reason--the whole Pumpkin Festival is...well, it looks fun. What's more, it reminds him of home--not Silverstone, where he lived, but the Vale. Some of his souls like to kick up a fuss 'round All Hallow's Eve and All Souls Day, sometimes he even brings a few to roam the streets for a night. Only the older ones, well removed from life, them without people to find but rather a simple desire to celebrate life in all its forms--beating hearts and beyond the veil.

Parties, socializing...none of it is anything the Shade is good at or enjoys, but this?

This he could enjoy.

Woodcutting Competition

He spots the setup. He's familiar with the rules--Silverstone had a couple of these long after the autumn festivals were gone to shore up for the bitterly cold desert nights in winter.

The Shade isn't sure what comes over him, save the prize--and he's come to really enjoy food now that he needs it again.

So, around midday, amidst the competitors there will be a certain redhead behemoth, shedding his shirt to start swinging his axe with the other contestants.

And, with a little luck? He'll find that meddlesome little brat and share a free meal for the evening.

Games

He checks out the games because Nieve's a distractible sort--but he remembers the feel of them, a bit. Couple traveling carnivals came through Houston during his apprenticeship, and Mr. Moody was never shy about kicking him out of the shop to go and, as he used to put it, be a young man for a spell and breathe the living air.

...so what the hell. He gives a few games a try. Need some help? You'll discover, along with the man himself, that he's downright dangerous in the shooting gallery and the strongman's hammer.

Wild Card

[Want to encounter the Shade elsewhere? Choose your own adventure--I'll follow your lead. :P]

Games

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris may not look it, but as they proved at Dahlia's birthday gala, they're pretty good at handling guns. So they're hanging out at the shooting gallery, waiting their turn, when the Shade takes his.

Chris waits until the Shade has finished and lowered the gun to speak. "You've very good."

Lord Erik Osborne | OC | OTA

[lordoftheozarks]

Strongman.
No one expects Erik, of all people, to look like he could crush that hammer so hard he sends the bell soaring skyward. He's as slender and petite as a man can be. But the truth is, when he swings that mallet down the calculation he's actually trying to make is if he can hit it just hard enough to win without destroying it.

[But then he rolled a 3 on that SO]

CRUNCH

He got that calculation very wrong. The poor platform is bent nearly in half down the middle and the bell has fucked off into the sky with one last haunting ring, landing... who knows where.

Erik looks up at the villager running the game with a terribly abashed expression and reaches into his pocket to fork over some 50 coins as payment for the inevitable repairs. When that doesn't quite seem to suffice, he leans in to whisper in their ear. Heat flashes across their cheeks, but they nod. All is forgiven, it seems.

Afternoon Wood... chopping
Well. He hopes this goes better than the last game he tried did. He wasn't originally going to join, since his super strength and speed are obviously unfairly superior. But, then he saw Milo entering it. So, now he has to.

Unlike the other two brutes already lined up for the competition, Erik is keeping his simple cotton undershirt on, thank you. He's happy to let people assume it's because he doesn't want to give any free shows, but the truth is a lot deeper than that.

Wildcard
When he isn't showing off his obscene strength, he can be found generally milling around taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the festival. It's a pity he can't sample any of those foods. They do smell fantastic. But he can still enjoy himself and dance and stay out well past the fall of darkness. He needs no lantern to see the way, but he might take some time to make sure any others who linger out after dark can make it home safely. They are, of course, always welcome to come home with him, instead.

Strongman

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"You've been causing trouble..." Chris sing-songs upon finding Erik later, after the incident with the strongman bell.

There also happens to be a little bit of blood on the cuff of their linen shirt.

Sally Boyle | We Happy Few | OTA

[sunshinesally]

-Flower Crowns!-

Sally can be found early in the day, sitting in the gazebo with Gwen sitting in her lap. With great care, she makes a tiny flower crown out of the smallest mums she can find, testing it out for size on Gwen's head periodically. "You are going to look so cute when I'm done with this, bub. Trust me."

-Costume Parade!-

When it's time for the costume parade, Sally has come prepared with a cobbled-together shepherd costume, including a nicely-shaped stick she found to be her crook. In her other arm, she has Gwen cleverly dressed as a sheep.

Unfortunately, the parade is about to start and her little blanket-robe over her linen clothes is trying to slip off. She's nudged it back up with her shoulder a bit, but with both hands taken, she's having some trouble fixing it. Help?

Costume Parade

[batteryacid]

"Need a hand, Sally?" Eddie asks, "Or would you like me to take Gwen off yours for a bit?"

Zelda [BOTW/TOTK] || OTA!

[hyliasblessing]

-Fallen Eel-

When Zelda sees a menu containing something called "jellied eel," she can't help but be curious. Especially since a number of her crewmates aboard the Copper Coin spoke of it fondly, apparently a surprisingly affordable delicacy. So she makes a point of dropping by Melville's and purchases a bowl of them.

Oh dear. Zelda is not normally one to turn her nose up at any food, but this sure looks... interesting.

She turns to whatever friendly face she sees nearby with a bashful smile. "Want to try this with me? I'll share if you're feeling adventurous. I think I might benefit from some moral support..."

-Rooty Tooty Point-and-Shooty-

Apparently, Jean's marksmanship lessons have paid off. Zelda takes a crack at the shooting gallery and does quite well! Some of it is luck, but she is a quick study. She walks away holding several small plushies and one giant one. Perhaps she should pawn off a few of these on some friends.

Point and Shooty

[witheredpeonies]

"You look like you're having trouble carrying all of those." That's not the voice of Clippy the Paperclip here to give grammar advice; that's Annabel Lee, sliding on up beside Zelda playfully.

OTA + 1 Closed

[somebodychildofanyone]

Definitely Not A Date At The Festival [Closed To Annabel]

River's pretty sure she intends on making a fool of herself at the carnival games; it's been a hot minute since her last festival (they tend to be canceled when armies roll through a given village, weird how that works) and she's downright eager to see the sights and hear the sounds and just enjoy time with Annabel -

- And then she spots the fortune teller.

"Annabel, Annabel -" Excited pointing, River's ears twitching like mad. "What'cha think?"

Carving

River knows this one! She knows this one! Sure, it's probably universal to any world that has gourds, but still! Find her at the carving stations worrying away at her pumpkin with careful movements of her knife, making lots and lots of very, very tiny cuts.

Slowly, a shape forms: she's carving a cottage.

Swing You Sinners [Festival Green, 9-10 PM]

It's hard to beat fiddles, and they don't get old. Catch River on the green while the Rattlebones are there, listening and enjoying herself. If you're even remotely friendly with her she might just pull you into a stomping, high-energy dance; the familiar comfort has her feeling...

Playful.

Wildcard

Come at me

Carving

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris is also focused a pumpkin and its carving. Exactly what they are attempting to depict is unclear.

Far too many limbs, but not segmented like creatures with an exoskeleton. It's also not clear if some of the holes are meant to be ragged wounds or screaming mouths. Chris frowns at their work thoughtfully.

Then they glance over to River and comment, "You do good detail work."

Management Has Provided A Pizza Party - OTA + 1 Closed

[restingslasherface]

Pizzas Will Arrive At 10 AM - Closed To Mort

Jean is on the hunt. For kbity. After being completely destroyed by Mort asking them out to the gala they're hoping that maybe asking Mort to spend time at the festival will go better.

It won't.

But it might be funny.

Where are you at this party, O furry one?

Each Employee May Take Up To 2 Slices [Various Food Locations]

So First Aid wants Jean to eat more. What a coincidence: these foods make Jean want to eat more! Are they passing by someone making food? Here's Jean, they're ready, they're gonna Eat The Food. They may not eat it in a socially accepted manner (you don't want to know what happens with the funnel cakes and seafood, don't look, AVERT YOUR GAZE), but they sure are eating it. Perhaps notable is that Jean doesn't partake in any of the alcohol, though.

You might get stopped to ask for your suggestions, but if you've got an interesting meal yourself the first sign of Jean may be a vibrating nugget looking over your shoulder.

Night Crew? What Night Crew? [Flower Crowns]

Surprise of all surprises though, the most insidious distraction for Jean at the festival turns out to be the flower crowns. Any time they're left unsupervised, they end up wandering back this direction, sometimes for hours at a time. After an initial flower crown there's flower bracelets, flower anklets, helping children at the festival with their flower crowns...

If you know Jean and they've taken a liking to you, you might just be presented with a flower crown of your own, by this tiny little killer decked out in an improbable number of their own. But if you find them making the crowns and other accessories, the look on their face is somehow both intent and peaceful. Meditative, really.

It's the most relaxed they've been on this island since arrival.

Oh, That Night Crew. Surely There Will Be Leftovers. [Wildcard]

Complaints can be directed to Human Resources.

Food!

[batteryacid]

So Jean may notice that Eddie has taken a serving of the waffle-cut fried potatoes (from the Potato Palace) and put some pulled pork (from Hogwash Hams) on top of it. And when Eddie notices the vibrations of said interested nugget, he holds out his little food basket combination to Jean.

"Would you like to try?"