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(This rp is meant for babies/toddlers, but anyone is welcome to join)

“Ohhhh, this is so quaint!” Vivian Dell’Amore sighed pleasantly, lifting a gloved hand to her cheek. She had never been to a real pumpkin patch before…it felt like something right out of a holiday special! It made her smile from ear to ear. How easily excitable she was and a bit foolish as well. It was warm for the fall season, but she had still decided to dress appropriately with a fur lined coat, gloves, and matching boots. Either she took the extra warmth as to be from excitement or she really was so lacking of physical substance that she needed the extra padding.

Unfortunately, her adopted daughter Melany had been forced to dress similarly. A thick button up coat with tassels and a scarf were her discomfort. Luckily she did have on piece of clothing that was appropriate for the temperature, which was her red and orange skirt, for which she was grateful. She watched her mother’s excitement passively. Apparently it wasn’t shared.

“I rented the whole place out for the day,” Vivian told her daughter with a wide smile, “Hopefully some other children from the liberty center will come…I did invite them. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Wonderful? Melany passed a glance at the great expanse of pumpkin patch, which was really only the size of her bedroom (granted, she had a very large bedroom). It was full of pumpkins, some of which looked anemic while others looked monstrous and misshapen. Bales of hay dotted the area as well and in the corner was a small cart with a sleepy donkey at its helm. No…she wouldn’t say this looked wonderful at all. It looked dirty. And boring.

“Yes Mamma,” she replied complacently, but the lie didn’t reach her face. It didn’t matter; Vivian didn’t pay attention to such things. She was too busy caught up in her own fantasy, regardless of whether it was true or false.

"Can't we just go home now?" Donovan's voice sounded particularly sulky as he gave Misae's hand a mild tug. Unfortunately for him, his strength was drained and it didn't even budge his 'babysitter' whatsoever.

In fact, Misae only spared him a glance before motioning at their surrounding, "Oh, come now, it's a wonderful place!" she declared as she placed her free hand on her forehead, shileding her eyes from the sunlight, "I think we should pick out a pumpkin and take it home. Make Melvin carve it up into something scare," then again, she figured that knowing him... Melvin would make a horrid mess and then have a breakdown due to the mess he himself created. The girl couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image.

It was clear, however, that Donovan was not enjoying himself nearly as much as the girl he was practically cowering behind was. He was grumpy, he was feeling horribly sickly due to the sun and it was past supper time by a whole hour, if you asked him. His gaze slid up to glance at Misae, whom was cheerfully smiling at her surroundings and he couldn't help but sigh. Apparently, he was going to have to go through with this, like it or not. Mostly because he rather liked Misae and he didn't want to disappoint her, and partly because he was sure it wouldn't really matter what he said; she was going to drag him there anyhow.

And drag him she did, just a moment later.

With a small groan, Donovan allowed himself to be dragged till they were in the middle of the patch and she let go of his hand, "Why don't you go play with others?" she motioned towards the little girl just a small distance away and then towards a small boy that was also nearby.

Donovan slouched a bit at the idea, shrinking into himself as he looked up at his babysitter. He had no idea how to tell her that he really, REAAAALLY did not like others. Alas, after a moment, he relented. He took one look at Mel, and turned away from her, making his way towards Marc, swiftly deciding he was bound to like her much, much less than the boy.

"Can I just sit here with you and pretend we're playing so my babysitter will leave me alone?" he asked, then paused and took a glance at Mel. From the face the small vampire was making, it was clear he thought Marc was way better 'pretend-friend' material than Mel was.

"Now darling, see, there are some other children!" Vivian was thrilled that her little event seemed to be turning out well. She patted Melany on the head and murmured, "I'm going to make sure they have warm cider for us. Nothing is better at this time of year, after all! You have some fun." She left her daughter then to go talk to the pumpkin patch owner, who was in fact unaware that they had been expected to provide refeshments.

Melany let her mother go without protest. Being around her was taxing in more ways than one and it was much too complicated for her to understand. Sometimes, even though she wanted to be with her Momma, it was just easier not to be.

Seeing a familiar face across the patch, the little boy she had been forced to stay with, she wrinkled her nose a little. She then turned away from him quickly with a humph, not wanting to see him. There had to be kids more fun than him here.

Seeing Cheche and receiving a compliment immediately proved her feelings right. She smiled brightly at the truth the girl proclaimed. After all, it was a very pretty dress. "Thanku," she replied, more scripted than sincere. It was so good to see another little girl. Especially when one of the boys happened to be Marc.

"You here to get a pumpkin?" She asked sweetly. Adults liked it when she was sweet, maybe this girl would too.

"Pumkin, pumkin! Kyou-Kyou, I want a pumkin!"

"Alright, alright! I heard you the first time, Saburi, you don't have to scream my ear off!" The irritable adolescent muttered back sorely. This did nothing to deter the excitement of the little cat girl riding up on his shoulders though-- unfortunately for him. He was holding her by the legs (Thank God she was past the "FLOPPY GAME!!!!" stage. Having a toddler throwing herself backwards on your shoulders, or flailing and jumping around on them for that matter, wasn't very much fun. Of course, she'd thought it was a BLAST.) so that she wouldn't pitch over backwards, leaving her hands free to point eagerly at the patch coming into view.

Tahja-- their mother of course, not their godfather's adopted child --and Riiku had some work to do on the house, so since Tessa was too young to handle Saburi that left their older, more experienced big brother Kyou.

I wish I was dead.

Oh, he loved his sisters and all, but damn, Saburi didn't slow down for ANYONE! If she wasn't on his shoulders she'd already be squealing and laughing halfway down the closest row of pumpkins.

"We get one for mommy and Tess-Tess too?"

"Yeah. We get one for mom and Tess-Tess too." He confirmed with a soft sigh.

Why big brother was so cranky she really had no idea, but she figured by being happy he would cheer up too. She could see lots of kids there already, and she was excited to maybe meet someone new. Once they had reached the field she felt Kyou's hands move from her legs to her waist, picking her up from his shoulders and bringing her down to stand on her own. Immediately he caught her hand before she could run off, so she stuck her other hand to her face, thumb in mouth as they neared the others.

"A witch?" he allowed himself to look over towards the girl Marc had been glaring at and frowned. She looked kind of posh, but definitely nothing like any witch he'd ever seen in his books. Shrugging it off, however, he returned his attention to Marc just in time to see him wobble off to another patch.

Instantly Donovan decided this had not been a good idea. He really didn't feel like moving. In fact, now that Misae wasn't dragging him around and he was forced to walk on his own, he was feeling mildly seasick. Which was pathetic, given the fact he was in pumpkin patch and thus... nowhere near the sea. A grunt was all the answer Marc got at first, but upon thinking twice over his options, the vampire decided he was still probably better off with the boy than the so called 'witch', not to mentioned the other girl that had joined her, "Donovan," he murmured as he strolled over to Marc, placing his foot against a random pumpkin, "You can call me Don. That's fine too. What about you?" shoving with force, he tried to move it, and failed; he really had no strength like this, and it was making him both sulky and pissy, "I don't like this place. Why do you want a pumpkin anyhow?"

Melvin hadn't paused to explain what Halloween was, and Misae... well, Misae was a sweetheart, but Donovan rarely understood her when she tried to explain things. She tended to ramble on and on and it was hard to connect the dots and follow her.

Marc didn't slow down to wait for the other, figuring that if he wanted to be a good pretend-friend, then he'd follow along with whatever Marc was doing. As far as he was concerned, the sooner he found his pumpkin and got out, the less chance he had of bumping into Mel and actually having to interact with her. He paused at another pumpkin, pushing on it with his little arms, and realizing it didn't move very much. That's when his attention was distracted by other random murmurings.

His gaze shifted to the others that were arriving, one of whom he saw was already tottering in their direction. He saw the girl as well, who was walking with what looked to be an older sibling, but he sure wasn't going to go out of his way to talk to her. So he simply raised his hand and waved to Devin, figuring it was polite, like his mom would want, then turned his attention back to pumpkin picking and Don. If the boy wanted to talk to them, he'd come over.

"I'm Marcello," he said with a shrug, "but just Marc is fine." He reached out with his arms to try and encircle the pumpkin, finding that he couldn't get anywhere close enough to doing so. "What do you mean? You make a jack-o-lantern." He turned a frowned face towards Donovan, leaning on the pumpkin he had chosen and staring at him. "Didn't your parents tell you about Halloween and costumes and jack-o-lanterns?"

"I think you'll like this." Gustav Bainbridge told his charge with only the merest sense of desperation in his voice. Surely introducing Ariel to other children her age could only help.

Ariel smiled up at Gustav, her blank pupilless eyes glowing faintly. She seemed happy enough to be at the pumpkin patch, and that was promising. "Of course, mister B." She sang out in her childish voice. No matter how he implored her, he couldn't make her call him anything but Mister B. Sometimes she called him Bubbles, a fact that completely baffled the old man.

The little girl looked around, taking in the scene. The pumpkins and the other children talking and squabbling. It was hard to tell what she was actually looking at, but whatever it was seemed to please her. "What do we do, mister B?"

"Well, we'll get some pumpkins and then take them home and carve them up."

At this, Ariel's eyes seemed to glow brighter. The thought of carving up a pumpkin was terribly appealing to the oddly morbid child. "I'd better go pick out a good one, then." She said, smiling cheerily and skipping off to inspect potential offerings.

It was Vera's last day off before Halloween, or as she called it, the week from Hell. There were few times she hated being a cop, but all the mischief during the last week of October made it one of those times. So she was determined to have fun, even if it killed her.

"See, look at all the kids," she said cheerfully. "How about you two go and make friends while I talk to the grown-ups about taking a pumpkin or two home with us?" Without waiting for an answer she wandered away, fingers crossed that pumpkins weren't terribly expensive.

Nazrin was a bit upset to see Mommy go away, and squeezed Will's hand tightly. Not because of the chill, since she was wearing her dark green dress and new purple coat. It was the crowd. There were so many kids, she wasn't sure what to do or who to talk to, so she stayed with the one she knew.

Will, on the other hand, was practically pulling out of his blue jacket in his haste to get somewhere. He'd never seen such cool looking kids before. Mommy was pretty cool, but there was a kid who was brown all over, and one who was blue, and one with shining eyes! "C'mon, Rina," he whined. "Let's go see."

"Okay," Nazrin said softly, and allowed herself to be dragged over to where some other kids were, giving shy nods and smiles to others she passed.