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WHO: giorno!!! and you!!!
WHEN: all october
WHERE: [ waves hand ]
WHAT: catch-all for quests and some other stuff!
WARNINGS: some gross stuff related to insects in prompt v.

i. skellington

[ later that day, giorno can be seen trying to pick six good-sized pumpkins; he's being very meticulous and is trying to find long, stout ones. he's not having much luck since by the time he gets to the garden, a horde of skellingtons attempt to steal it from him. he's been summoning his stand to beat them up. ]

Hey, can we not do this? I'm in the middle of an important decision-making process.

[ he is trying to find a fifth one now. ]

ii. pumpkin-carving

[ he's never really done anything related to carving all his life unless you count that one time he caved luca's skull in!! neat!! but giorno is on a mission here. that mission entails drawing his friends' faces on the surface of the pumpkin and attempting to carve them.

it's going .... not so well!!! he lops off the tops of the pumpkins and tries to carve a face but he succeeded on making a giant hole in the middle of what was supposed to be mista's face, and giorno frowns. well, he's no artist, but he's going to do his best, and anyway none of them are here to defend their respective honour against his shitty art skills.

towards the end of the day in flavo, you might see him taking his finished masterpieces to his house!! if there are any candles around he'll put little tea lights inside of them. some of them are plainly unrecognizable, and if asked, giorno will readily say that they're his friends from home with pride. some of them, however, are of his close CR/canonmates; they all look terrible and he's not sorry. ]

iii. what's an important memory [closed]

[ he is going to approach the well apprehensively. ]

What if he comes back?

[ the 'he' in question is a photo of his father. ]

iv. italian bossip nite [canonmates] [yes that means botaro too]

[ he is going to painstakingly write the numbers in for the playing cards he found so they can get going with the game. alternatively we can all do something else, like giorno teaching you them how to flashdance or something.

they can also tell spoopy stories. ]

v. trick or treat.

[ in the spirit of the season, giorno has a huge cape draped around him that's supposed to make him .... a vampire. dundundun.

IF YOU ASK FOR A TREAT:

a - from the pumpkin seeds that giorno has in his pocket, giorno will make flowers, butterflies, four-leafed clovers, giant dandelions whose fluffs can totally be blown enthusiastically in the wind, hummingbirds/small birds, a snail, a turtle.

IF YOU ASK FOR A TRICK:

b - from the pumpkin seeds that giorno has in his pocket, he will take a handful and he will turn them into any of the following: wasps, millipedes, roaches, bats, maggots, termites, moths, and, if he's feeling really mean, a skunk. alternately you can also ask for the BODY HORROR OPTION so you can see him grow shit like jellyfish in his mouth.

pick your poison! let me know if you want trick or treat in the subject line!

to anyone who approaches him, giorno will smile and show them both of his hands, clenched tightly. ]

Careful what you wish for.

vi. other.

[ pm me or help giorno clear out some space in flavo for farm shit. ]

ooc; if you want something else and it's not covered in the log just lmk via plurk (ilium) or pming this journal!

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.... maybe we should do that, then.

[ a pause. giorno leans on the side of the well over the bricks, looking over its depths with a frown. he's not superstitious, but .... ]

Feels like a funeral. [ he takes out his wallet. the only photo he has of his father, signed by him. in this light, at this angle, he really looks very much like himself and he's reluctant to throw it away. but jotaro had told him as much that this isn't the man that he thought he had been, and it feels very wrong to hold on to a memory that serves no purpose other than to hurt others.

there are other ways to grow and heal. he'll learn and adapt; he always has. but he's had this picture of him for so long ever since he was a child, and he thought the world of him even as he was still named haruno shiobana. maybe that's just part of growing up, too: giving up things. ] Do you have a lighter?

Mm. [Jotaro fishes his lighter out and offers it up. It's almost out of fuel, but switching to matches is a small price to pay for getting rid of the last non-sentient trace of Dio's existence.

He can't imagine what it must feel like to destroy something that was once so important, but he also can't imagine developing any sort of positive attachment to a picture of the man who tried to kill his entire family, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.]

[ in funerals, you're supposed to say something, right? but he's not sure whether or not he should do that here. after all, the man is already dead.

he takes the lighter from jotaro's hand carefully and he immediately feels dread. he wishes he just threw it as it is. or ripped it apart, maybe. but this man ... this man threw away his humanity willingly for more power. and he nearly tore apart someone else's family out of spite just so he can get revenge. this is a test of his resolve. as don giovanna, if someone had done the same in his turf, against his family, against his own blood, he would mete out justice too. that was their law. no petty fights. but trust, and respect, and he had given his word to jotaro that he would do well to live up to what he calls family.

at the end of the day, it's just a photograph. just another disappointment.

with a sigh, giorno holds out the photograph in one hand, and strikes the lighter. two things he has terrible experiences with: fathers, and lighters.

first a tiny flame at the corner, then he watches it as it grows and grows. ]

.... It burns so quickly. [ he says this quietly, accusingly, like he's expecting it to put up more of a fight. ]

What did you expect? It's paper. [The words are out before he can stop them, and Jotaro feels bad enough about his rudeness that he finds himself scrambling for a follow-up that'll keep this cousin thing from flaming out before it even really gets going.] Whatever that photo meant to you, hope or comfort or goodness or whatever, it's shit that you put into it. None of that's gonna leave you just because you can't look at your dad anymore.

[Sorry, Giorno, this is who you're related to now.]

[ with a response like that, you might as well be named fugo. or abbacchio.

in any case, he's right, and giorno just smiles a little. ] You are very bad at comforting other people, old man.

.... but that's alright. I appreciate you being here.

[ it's all ashes now. he lets them fall into the well, and giorno dusts off his hands once or twice. the lighter, which he's set aside on top in the meantime, is returned to jotaro. ]

Edited 2018-10-18 03:19 (UTC)

[Listen, Abbacchio is a goddamn angel.]

Stop calling me an old man, you fucking toddler.

[There's no malice in his tone--though he starts to think he should apologize to Lottie about saying she looked 30--and he tucks his lighter back into his pocket. It's the closest he's getting to saying he appreciates being asked; Giorno should be smart enough to get that.]

Now what?

Old man Kujo.

[ and hm. what next. giorno slips his hands into his pockets, enclosing into a fist all that remained of his father's photograph. the bits of ash that clung to his skin. in the end, that's all there is. ]

I don't know. I didn't think that far. [ a tilt of the head. ] You any good with cards?

[Is he any good with cards? Jotaro snorts and turns away from the well, looking ever so slightly amused.]

Let me put it this way: don't bet anything you aren't prepared to lose.

[ giorno just laughs. ]

You realize we have nothing to bet with, either way? I've got pumpkin seeds and my fond appreciation, and I can give you all of that for free.

Maybe you don't, but I arrived with money in my pocket. [For all the good it does them when he's the only one who has any. He starts walking away, determined not to linger over the last traces of his enemy, and brainstorms alternatives.]

What about marking wood chips? It'll be like Monopoly money, we can pack 'em up when the game's over.

The conversion rate from Lira to Yen would have the two of us fighting, and furthermore, I'm not about to give you Lira I stole.

[ that being said, marking wood chips sounds so old school it's exactly the kind of gesture he'd expect to have to get used to here. giorno just sighs. ] Sure. Could be interesting. Who's carving? Because I'm not doing that.