awashlogs | Event Twelve

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown.
All my oats are cradled.
But I am too chilled,
and too fatigued to bind them.
And I hunger.

ou know what's probably amazing? Waking up to your previously normal front door suddenly being covered by a huge, autumn-themed wreath. Or perhaps you're close enough to the center of the Town to look out your window and get an eyeful of that effigy, staring soullessly at you?

The point is, there's a festival going on! The Town's been decorated accordingly (don't trip over sudden bales of hay), and towards the center of the Town, there are all sorts of fun games, tables of food, and other amazing things set up. Go prance onto the stage, sample some of the amazing food, convince one of your friends to play one of those bobbing for apples games...

Enjoy it! There doesn't seem to be much of a catch this time.

(At least, not until you eat the food, and then you'll figure out just what that "catch" is.)

Welcome to Awash's twelfth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

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[Nyx has his own pumpkin tucked under his arm, a couple of knives in the other hand, and he's looking around for a good empty table for them to sit and carve.]

I think some lore has it they used to be decorated to scare away monsters. There are a handful of fairy tales in the library about it. But it's kind've fun. Use a pumpkin as a sculpture to terrify and delight trick or treaters. Plus you can bake the seeds and eat them once you're done.

Ha! If by "you," you mean Iggy. Here, come sit here!

[Prompto finds a table and plunks himself down in a chair, setting the pumpkin down so he can wave Nyx over.]

So are you any good at arts and crafts, Mr. Big Kingsglaive Guy? 'Cause I don't even know where to start with this thing, you've gotta help me!

Come on, even I can bake a sheet of seeds without burning something down.

[He places his pumpkin and the knives on the table and pulls the rest of their tools out of his pocket.]

I haven’t done this in years. Luckily it doesn’t have to be “good”.

You've done it before?

[Prompto seems genuinely uninformed about this tradition. Not like his parents were ever around to teach him things like this.]

Not quite like this, but when I was young we used to carve our marks in gourds as harvest offerings to Ramuh. We used them like bowls. I'm sure Insomnia's traditions are more for the whole dress up and receive candy part.

[He idly checks over his pumpkin while he talks, thinking about what he wants to do.]

Not that that stopped us from begging cookies and sweets off our neighbors.

Aww. That sounds adorable, dude.

[Prompto smiles down at his pumpkin and starts idly drawing big ol' animu eyes on it. They're kind of wonky. He is not an artiste.]

I'm not sure I even knew my neighbors as a kid. I didn't get out a lot.

[Artiste or not, at least he's making a plan. Nyx just thought about it for a moment and then stabs the top of the pumpkin like some kind of barbarian.

He carves out a hole in the top to start cleaning it out.]

Never seemed like a city that encouraged it, to be honest. Everyone moving from one place to another, rarely making eye contact. I know that wasn't true for the whole city, but as an outsider it just seemed unfriendly compared to what I grew up with.

[It had still been unfriendly, up until his last day there, but that was less the city's society and more prejudice for small town refugees.

In order to keep the conversation from becoming too grim, as soon as the top is off Nyx sticks his hand inside the pumpkin to pull out a huge gooey handful of guts.]

Eeeewww.

[Prompto looks appropriately grossed out, but in an excited way, at the PumpkIntestines, because he is a boy and that's how boys do. But he's hardly paying attention to that. Something Nyx said rings a bell.]

...Hah, I kinda know what you mean. It took me a while to learn how to, you know, fit in, and people were a lot nicer to me after that. But still...

[He trails off without elaborating, flipping his sketching pen around his fingers, then shakes his head.]

What was it like where you're from? I mean, if you remember. Were you really young when you came to Insomnia?

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