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Following the chaos at the Botanical Gardens, Destiny City Media went scrambling for info for the story. They were quickly met by road blocks from the Garden officials and zero answers from the research lab. That meant they turned to the guest list!

They're looking for interviews, pictures, anything they can get their hands on! Are you interested in sharing your story? Those who were at the Fall Festival as well may question if they don't have a script for events like this now. Your character has been invited to answer a few basic questions--where were they when the plants attacked, what happened, and how do they feel about the safety of Destiny City now after two holiday related events? Your character can give an interview for any media they want. Or, maybe, you are the one conducting the interview!


Paris got mistaken for a lot of things. Cosplayer. Holloween junkie. Negaverse agent, (gross, and super wrong he would always hate being mistaken for one of them no matter how close the code said they were related that was like getting told you looked like a B class movie star who was more famous for their shitty movie than their good ones). Paris had also been mistaken for a furry. A zombie fur. That had been a new one and a new life eye opening experience. One he had done on the internet late one night wondering why the guy on the street in an actual fur suit seemed so excited about it and hugged him over. It was a night Paris, or rather Max had found out that no, the dark part of the internet was just as bad as people said it was and while fur suit dude probably had not intended to send poor innocent max there, he had found it and the memoires would never leave him. Some things would just never leave your memory was all.

Just so.

Getting mistaken as a cosplayer was pretty harmless, though Paris didn't know why wearing a white cloak and his skull helm made him a 'reaper' or a 'hollow' from some anime he had never watched, read or frankly heard of given he was not into anime, was by far not the worst thing to happen to the shy knight of Saturn. What was bad however, was being accosted outside the convention center and peppered with questions about the recent events over at the gardens a thing he was not involved in and was glad for it. It sounded bad. It probably was bad. And Paris just wanted to be left alone. Especially by nosey reporters who shoved a microphone and a camera in his face, (or rather, helm really).

"Uh." He said that a lot, as if it might have dissuaded them or gotten them to back off but alas, that was not to be the case, if anything, it made them press harder, determined to get a story, any story. So Paris did what Paris knew he could do best. Fake it to make it.
"I um. I do not know much, but I understand that there was fighting and very aggressive plants." Not news. boring, plus it sounded fake but okay, they could work with that. What else kid, they pressed, what else?
"I am sorry miss, sirs. I was not there so I do not think I am the best to ask of this topic. Maybe you would have better luck speaking to someone who was there or ran the event? I am just here to go to my event. If plants attack us there,, then perhaps I shall have a story but um. Please, can I go? I will be late and I would rather not be held up any longer." He was polite in his attempts to rebuff them and as they pressed a final time?

Paris just started running.