09-23-2021, 08:37 PM
Somewhere, a secluded cabin's windows glow with the warmth of a crackling fire. The scent of candied pecans and confectionary delights wafts through the autumn air. A cast iron cauldron is bubbling with steaming water. Jack releases a long, slow sigh as he eases into the bath with a soft cotton towel wrapped around his vibrant orange pumpkin head. He'd never planned to be retired at the young age of 340; but he certainly isn't going to complain. His investments in cryptocurrency had made life a dream after the nightmare of being laid off from work - his mother bragged about him instead of his stupid doctor brother, ladies actually replied to his Tinder messages, and he finally had time to paint the miniatures he'd collected.
Just as the tension begins to release from his shoulders, his house phone gives a shrill ring that cuts through the peace. A cucumber he’d had over his triangle eye pops out of place and his strange brows furrow. Didn’t he get rid of that awful wall phone? But the awful thing rings again and he snatches a soft pink towel off the rack and wraps it around his thin torso.
“Hello?!” he demands.
“Jack, I know we let you go due to covid, but we’re crumbling without you. We need you back!”
“Oh, let me relish at this moment-”
“We’ll double your salary! We’ll give you full benefits and 401K! Please!”
A silence blooms between them. He’d hated working under Gary’s deadlines and budget, but maybe things could be different. After all, full benefits meant PTO and dental insurance. He hums softly before agreeing and slamming the phone back on the wall. There’s precious little time to waste, he thinks. It’s already the second day of Fall.
He trades his fluffy pastel towels for a shredded black cloak and a worn pointed hat. Next, he grabs a few ingredients from a dust-covered medicine cabinet: a vampire fang, ghosts’ tears, and a hanged man’s tongue. Jack tosses these into his bathwater, which begins to hiss and glow a sickening shade of green. His carved mouth curls into a grin as Beqanna begins to fill with a familiar sort of fog.
“Rise and shine, sweet loves of mine,
the witching hour is again upon us.
Grab a friend, enter the woods,
I’ll make it worth your while, promise.
Pick your costume, choose with care.
Let’s give them all quite the scare.”
His words echo across Beqanna and various costumes hang from the trees: plastic vampire teeth, a ghost’s sheet, a glowing skeleton suit. (Or, for the ladies, sexy vampire teeth, a sexy ghost sheet, and a sexy glowing skeleton suit. They’re somehow skimpier but their implications don’t seem different.) Which will you choose?
Just as the tension begins to release from his shoulders, his house phone gives a shrill ring that cuts through the peace. A cucumber he’d had over his triangle eye pops out of place and his strange brows furrow. Didn’t he get rid of that awful wall phone? But the awful thing rings again and he snatches a soft pink towel off the rack and wraps it around his thin torso.
“Hello?!” he demands.
“Jack, I know we let you go due to covid, but we’re crumbling without you. We need you back!”
“Oh, let me relish at this moment-”
“We’ll double your salary! We’ll give you full benefits and 401K! Please!”
A silence blooms between them. He’d hated working under Gary’s deadlines and budget, but maybe things could be different. After all, full benefits meant PTO and dental insurance. He hums softly before agreeing and slamming the phone back on the wall. There’s precious little time to waste, he thinks. It’s already the second day of Fall.
He trades his fluffy pastel towels for a shredded black cloak and a worn pointed hat. Next, he grabs a few ingredients from a dust-covered medicine cabinet: a vampire fang, ghosts’ tears, and a hanged man’s tongue. Jack tosses these into his bathwater, which begins to hiss and glow a sickening shade of green. His carved mouth curls into a grin as Beqanna begins to fill with a familiar sort of fog.
“Rise and shine, sweet loves of mine,
the witching hour is again upon us.
Grab a friend, enter the woods,
I’ll make it worth your while, promise.
Pick your costume, choose with care.
Let’s give them all quite the scare.”
His words echo across Beqanna and various costumes hang from the trees: plastic vampire teeth, a ghost’s sheet, a glowing skeleton suit. (Or, for the ladies, sexy vampire teeth, a sexy ghost sheet, and a sexy glowing skeleton suit. They’re somehow skimpier but their implications don’t seem different.) Which will you choose?
It’s Fall, y’all, and that means it’s time for a Halloween quest! The rules are simple.
1. Anyone can enter as many characters as they like. Only three will win traits after five rounds.
2. If you fail to reply to later rounds or are eliminated, you will receive a curse.
3. No more than 1,000 words per reply.
4. Your first post must contain your character waking up in the dead of night, selecting a costume, and preparing to enter the forest.
5. Your first reply is due October 1 at 11:59 pm CST.
That’s it! Having fun with it!