A very merry Halloween! [Mingle]

[ourearth]

Date: 31st of October
Characters: Open!
Warning: Non-sexual desecration of formerly buried corpses

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On the morning of Halloween, when people first step out of their houses, they will almost step into something.

A bucket of water. Every flat and every house in the Mossgate Boundary has a bucket placed in front of its entrance door (and sometimes, especially in Folkton and Moss Manor, the back door too), in which scary apples are floating. A little sign taped to the bucket reads: Have fun bobbing!.

But that's not the only thing that happened. The second thing that people will notice is that there are billions of spiders of all sizes crawling all over the town and villages, the military base, the Manor House... everywhere. And they certainly did their job - trees, lanterns, the higher attractions on the pier, and everything else that is high all over Mossgate Council is covered in thick layers of cobweb.

And lastly... those who pass by a church will notice something about the graveyards around them. Namely, that someone placed skeletons on top of most of the graves... Awfully real looking ones. Really, really awfully real looking ones. To some of them, the soil of the graveyard still clings, and the graves underneath them are in a state that betrays that they were dug up during the night. DNA tests would show that, indeed, the skeletons belong to the individuals buried in the graves.

Comments

[scarsolderthanyou]

He blinks at her. "Not yet, I have a cape and fake teeth at home, for when kids come by the house, but... why you askin', honey?"

Like the stunned silence of Mike Wazowski

[vernal_miss]

The color is not makeup, so that means... Ornella clams up briefly with the alternative explanation eliminated, her lips pressing into a thin line and her jaw shutting tight in a muted squeak. Wrestling in her head about what to do or say, she instead blurts it out with a nervous shrug of her shoulders, voice hushed so only he can hear her, “...youchangedcolor.”

[scarsolderthanyou]

That's all alarming, even before she spills what the problem is. Then he blinks, and glances down at his hands... and they're gray.

For a moment he just stares. Then he says, disturbed enough not to sensor himself, "Shit." This is. Going to be hard to hide.

[vernal_miss]

Watching with a helpless feeling as her grandfather becomes aware of his new color, she frowns worriedly when he curses. She sets the jar with the spider aside and crawls over on her knees to kneel in front of him for a closer inspection, anxiety gone now that he is aware. The muted gray color is in stark contrast to her own skin color as she reaches to take one of his hands in both of her own if allowed, seeking any signs of a tactile difference with that color.

Her creativity kicks in, “Tonight you can just tell people you’re from a black and white movie, but...” Tomorrow no one will be in costume, and he will need to conceal the color.

[scarsolderthanyou]

The skin is at least exactly the same, other than the color: the texture, consistency, and apparent health of it hasn't changed. It's just gray. He lets Nel examine his hands, as he works through what he can possibly do about gray skin. "I'm going to have to talk to your mother, I think," he admits after a moment, shock fading into a somewhat more familiar scowl. He got rid of all of Amy's make-up years ago.

This is going to be awful, he can already tell.

[vernal_miss]

Taking off her gloves to get direct contact, she finds absolutely nothing else unusual about his hand aside from the color. Nel marvels at the simplicity of the change. What an odd thing to have as an Echo. Then she recalls that Sadie said her eyes took quite a while to change with one immediate alteration followed by a gradual shift after. The girl is not about to bring that up seeing his scowl, but she’ll keep it in mind to keep checking his skin for a couple weeks when she sees him.

“It feels normal,” she reports, then asks, “Do you want to come inside and call her?”

Gloves for his hands should do with the weather turning colder at least.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Yeah, I'll come inside." He pushes himself to his feet, then gives the spider in its jar another wary look. "And maybe you should leave the spiders alone for a while. They tried to spin up Feste, earlier, and now this one went and changed my color."

[vernal_miss]

Hurrying up to her own feet when he starts to stand, Nel watches his face to make certain he isn’t dizzy changing positions. Then when he speaks of the spider, she looks to the jar as well and moves to pick it up, “...I don’t think this one will do anything,” else. She felt something of an Echo, but she feels no different for it and once more recalls nothing unusual.

Jar tucked under one arm, she walks with her grandfather to go inside the house and fetches the phone for him.