entrancelogs | + I know she's never late - Still, anxiously I wait +

Who: EVERYONE and any skeletons they might dig up!
Where: Anywhere in Pottsfield!
When: 11/9/18 - 11/13/18 - the duration of the event
Rating: PG-13, warn if going higher
Summary: Catch all for the Pottsfield event! Everyone's been sentenced five days of manual labor by Enoch, the Great Pumpkin - who knows what they'll dig up out there?
The Story:

When you wake up, you will find yourself on the floor of a dark barn with only the clothes on your back, surrounded by pumpkin-faced on-lookers. They whisper amongst themselves, talking about the strange person who has woken up too early among them. Then one cries out "Enoch! What shall we do with them?"

And Enoch, an ominous fifteen-foot tall pumpkin creature, will lean in close to examine for himself. He will list off a number of crimes your character has supposedly committed – trespassing, destruction of property, disrupting the peace, murder, maybe some other things here and there – and by the order of the Pottsfield Chamber of Commerce, he will sentence you to what he has sentenced everyone to: five days of manual labor.

This is how you will wind up in a field in a colonial New England town with a ball and chain attached to their ankle, tending to fields, harvesting crops, and digging holes. You might have to contend with some absurdly large turkeys but...the town is strangely peaceful for a place where you just got arrested and charged with crimes you (probably) haven't committed. Sure, there are pumpkin people around who might look at you funny if you slack off, but there is food to eat and water to drink, and Enoch is graciously allowing everyone to sleep in some of the old homes in town. There even seems to be a festival going on for anyone who wants to take a break and dance and bob for apples. There is no way to leave Pottsfield, as trying to leave the town just loops you back around to the town again like it does in Wonderland. It's a little weird, but no one is actively trying to hurt anyone.

However, there's something alarming under the fields.

If you're digging holes in the fields as the great pumpkin has told you to, you will eventually start to find skeletons – but not just any skeletons. Skeletons belonging to people currently in Wonderland who have died there at some point. Death in Wonderland is terribly unnatural, you see, so Wonderland has taken the liberty of filling Pottsfield's fields with a skeleton for every “death” that has happened in Wonderland. These skeleton versions of characters will be fundamentally the same in personality, but they will talk about finally being able to join the harvest and will want to go and join the pumpkin people's festival. The pumpkin people – presumably also skeletons - will welcome them with open arms. They can be identified by their voice and by what they choose to wear for their vegetable clothing (maybe they will have a vegetable version of that hat they always wear, or maybe they've been given pumpkins that look like their usual armor) – or maybe they'll recognize you first and come say hi to their old friend!

And so the event goes, digging skeletons, harvesting crops, and celebrating the Harvest of skeleton versions of your friends. If you don't want to join the party now? Well, that's fine. You'll join them someday...

[OOC: Plot post is over here for anyone who needs it!]

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A. The First Skeleton

[Eleanor's been arrested before (obviously), but generally she's gotten away with things because she's hot and white and that was just sort of her luck, when she was alive. And generally, she's avoided anything that looks like actual work. Manual labor as a punishment is wholly new to her and, thus far, she's pretty sure she's right to call it The Worst. She's been digging this whole for SOOOOO LOOOONG and she just. It's wrong to sneak out of a punishment, even if you totally didn't do anything, right? Her Inner Chidi says that yes, probably that is wrong.

Fuck.

Well, she's just about to take a break, at least, when she feels her shovel hit something hard.]

Awww, shit. If this is a pipe or an electrical thing and I die because of it, I'm gonna be so pissed.

[She squats and starts shoving dirt aside with her hands to get a look at what she hit and. Yeah, that's a bone. Thanks, Jean, she totally knows what real human bones look like now!]

Gross! What the fuck. [She stands up, looking around. Should she, like. Cover it up again? What are these holes for, anyway?]

B. Fine. I'll dig up some effing skeletons.

[Well, since that first skeleton was so jazzed, Eleanor keeps it up. She'd feel bad if she didn't, and generally she's learning that she'd rather not feel bad in the first place than feel bad and then self-medicate with booze or sex or Netflix binges of reality TV shows or all three at once. So she's digging. And digging. And sometimes she points a skeleton towards the harvest festival. And it's actually kind of nice, sort of.

She wipes sweat off on her shirt as the latest skeleton starts climbing their way up out of the dirt and mud.]

Heyyy. Welcome back, buddy. Congrats on, uh, being a skeleton or whatever.

C. Fall Fun

[She can't dig up dead folks forever, though, and she can't help but be fascinated by this alternative after life. Of sorts. Is it an after life if you were presumably undead under the ground all this time? So she's sort of wandering around, watching the pumpkin folks and drinking cider. It's...not so bad, to be honest.

The turkeys are a little weird, though.

She's sitting on a hay bale on the edge of the party, drinking a mug of cider as she debates asking the pumpkins what they had to do to end up here instead of someplace else when they died. Could she just...take a dirt nap and be this quaintly happy in her after life?]

D. Suggest a scenario?

[Eleanor's around, so maybe you just run into her or maybe a turkey is trying to eat her hair or something! Your choice!]

[Michael has discovered something today, and it's the fact he really does not enjoy manual labour in a human body. It was exciting at first--he's excited about pretty much all new experiences, but then he quickly realised why it's usually not a popular pastime.

Which means now he's started walking around curiously watching other people dig, and the moment he spots Eleanor he heads over to her, waving.]

Hey-- there you are-- do you want to take a break maybe?

[He wants to explore this place, and he's dragging her into it if he can.]

[Eleanor plants her shovel and leans on it, panting.]

Yyyyeah, actually. Could use some water for sure. At least it's not hot out.

[Oh shit, is Michael human enough that she'll have to teach him not to dehydrate himself to death? What a weird thing to have to consider.

Anyway, she stretches a little, looking at him expectantly.]

You look like you have a suggestion, which is usually, since you outed yourself, kind of a bad thing.

Hey, I have great suggestions. [A pause.] I sometimes have great suggestions. Not every idea can be a winner.

[Fortunately, he doesn't continue to sulk. He's instantly pretty cheerful again.]

This is the first one of those 'events' I've seen--well, the first I've been myself for. [The last one was... weird.]

This isn't how anything actually works. We should investigate.

It seems to be how it works here, though. What's there to investigate, exactly?

[It helps that that pumpkin kid sort of explained this a few weeks back, but it's pretty straightforward...ish, right?]

It's sort of a reincarnation thing, isn't it? That's...pretty easy, in comparison. Like, they seem happy, anyway.

...You have a point. [At least, she's right that doesn't really have an approach in mind yet.]

It's easy, but it's not how anything works. It has to be, I don't know, fake? Has anyone really died here? And if so, this place just set up its own whole system? How?

[He's pacing back and forth as he thinks out loud now. What's he missing?]

[This skeleton is a bit on the laid back side--compared to some--but that doesn't mean he's not pleased about being dug up.]

Thanks.

[He gets up and dusts himself off. Gonna need some clothes...gourds...gourd clothes.]

[Yeah, actually, this one's really quiet? She coughs awkwardly and points to a pile of pumpkins she went and got after she figured out that was part of the whole deal. She figures these guys might feel kind of naked, although the logistics of that making any sense just has her thinking back to that conversation with Sans.]

Uh, what's your name? I haven't been here long, but I might've met the, uh, fleshy-you.

[Oh nice, pumpkin pile. He goes to sift through those and get dressed.]

Souji. I'm Souji.

Huh, nope. Don't think I've met you.

[Man, he's really quiet. Although, that's maybe more expected, when it comes to skeletons?]

Are you, um. I mean, everybody else has seemed excited to be. Harvested.

[She makes a valiant effort not to look grossed out but she fails.]

Oh, yes.

[He nods quickly, the most animated he's been so far. He'd smile at her, but he's a skeleton. He's kind of always smiling.]

It seems like that bothers you, though.

Uhhh, I mean. It's not that it bothers me that you're happy, it's just. Living skeletons are a new thing for me? Actually, I never really thought about that part of dying too much, and then when I died I was just, like, myself when I died, so I sort of forgot about what my actual body was doing.

[Rotting, mostly.]

Also calling it "harvesting" is kinda gross, not gonna lie.

What's gross about it? You're digging us up out of a field.

[That's how you harvest some stuff, right?]

...Usually stuff you harvest, you eat. Or make into clothes, I guess. Both of which are gross to do with a person?

[He pauses, halfway dressed in gourds.]

That's a good point. Besides, I don't have any of the parts you could eat or make clothes with anymore, anyway.

[He's joking.]

+ I know she's never late - Still, anxiously I wait +

Eleanor Shellstrop | OTA!

D - Who needs to work?

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B - Aw yeah skeleton Souji

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