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

[vitaelamorte]

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!]

Comments

[twirlier]

[Learning that Gren had somehow died in this place is hard to deal with. Harder than Misty might have imagined until now facing it. If only because he's always been so quick to assure her that he is hard to kill!

Him not knowing her though? That is a pain that strikes too deeply to a woman dead in her own life.

So there's only more tears then, the press of her palm to her mouth not hiding the sob that escapes her as she shakes her head. Even if Misty knew the right words, she wasn't capable of speaking them in that moment, knowing she will only start sobbing if she tries.]

[oneagainstall]

[Stranger though she is, Gren isn't half as monstrous as his form belies. The same goes for his skeleton. He pauses, confused, not quite sure how to deal with this. He eventually settles for shambling forward a little. ]

Uh. Okay. Shit. You okay? I mean, I'm okay. See? Just...goin' to a fuckin' party apparently and really glad I'm not in the goddamn ground any more.

[twirlier]

[She waves a hand at him, snuffling and sniffling and trying to stop herself from crying though she knows it's an impossible task.]

R-right, course. Glad not to be...

[She shudders, having been buried alive once though she doesn't remember most of it.]

It's just... I c-can't... I...

[She shakes her head, pressing the heel of her hands to her eyes.]

M'fine. Promise. It's... nothing.

[oneagainstall]

[He pauses, because she sure does not look okay at all.]

...You say so.

[He considers just...walking off, but-]

You knew my name. How?

[twirlier]

[Clutching the ends of her shawl, she considered lying then, giving some lame answer about the book, myths, anything.

Instead she shrugs, feeling as helpless as the gesture is.]

We know one another. Kind of in another time and place, I guess. Both in this form and your glamour.

[The words rattle as she draws a shaky breath.]

I just never knew you had died.

[oneagainstall]

Oh. Yeah, I don't remember you at all, but I guess that's Wonderland being a dickhead.

[Is he dead? Oh...right. He looks at the sky again.]

The Reapers showed up. Killed a lotta people.

[twirlier]

Yeah, that's all it is.

[Least that's all she can manage, nodding though as she wipes her face.]

I don't... I don't think I was here for that.

[oneagainstall]

Great. Thanks a fuckin' lot, Wonderland.

[He hates it fucking with the people who matter, and he guesses she does- otherwise, she wouldn't be shedding tears over him.]

Maybe not? It was really fuckin' hectic. The bastards went to town on just about everyone.

[twirlier]

I would remember that. I know I would. You die enough and you remember all of them. Even the one I was knocked out for I kinda remember.

[Trying to use talking about it not to think about Gren, and about him not telling her, and who else she knew and cared for who had died then.]

I wonder what happens...

[She stops, shaking her head, realizing he will just vanish. A form of Gren gone.]

[oneagainstall]

I don't know. One second I was dead and now I just got dug up for a party?

[It's not the REAL Gren, after all. Just an echo of the real one.]

I don't think it was all that shitty?

[twirlier]

Well I mean... I guess, least there's a party for you?

[God, she is trying, even if she's still crying and justifying it isn't really helping her.]

That's what matters, Gren. How it is for you. Honestly, don't worry about me.

[oneagainstall]

I guess? I don't usually like parties, but it might be okay.

[The real Gren would rather launch himself into the moon than attend a party so there's that.]

I didn't feel shit. And I dunno. Guess you're important or something if you're fuckin' crying over me.

[twirlier]

Could blow it off and harass the turkeys? What some seem to be doing rather than working.

[Her voice is still thick, cracking with how much it hurts, but she is trying.]

All I can tell you is that you're very important to me.

[oneagainstall]

I don't really fuck around with animals. I'll probably just find a quiet fuckin' corner and stay there.

[He eyes her for a moment (or as best he can without actual eyes) before sighing.]

...Oh. Well...uh thanks for fuckin' caring, I guess.

[twirlier]

I'm going to probably do the same.

[And cry, a lot. More than maybe is good for her, but it's likely all she can think of to do. Most of this is horrible anyway, but adding that to it and it's just... this event is awful all the way around and she wants nothing to do with it.]

Always, Gren. I will always care about you and what you've been through.

[oneagainstall]

[If he were aware, he'd feel considerably more guilty about it. As is he gives a shrug. This is weird, he's not used to strangers saying this kind of thing to him. Hell, most of his loved ones don't say these kind of things to him. He's at a loss of how to respond.]

...Uh. Okay. Well, thanks again. I'm gonna...go away now.

[twirlier]

[Misty nods, making herself back up a step, then another to give him space, to try and keep herself from reacting in tears and desperate needs to just hug him.]

[oneagainstall]

[He gives her a glance, but skelegren is even less of a hugger than regular Gren, and so off he ambles.

Regular Gren will feel about about this later.]