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 Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 9:55 am
Quote: Event Prompt 1 of ??? You come home one afternoon to find a package waiting for you in the mailbox. It’s a small parcel with only the image of a smiling, friendly jack-o-lantern where a sender’s address should be. When you open the package, a porcelain pumpkin bearing the same smile as the sender’s image falls into your palm. The only other thing that you can find in the package is a small business card with the name Perniciousa inscribed in gold lettering. When you google the name, nothing comes up but you’re pretty sure you recall seeing a new store pop up with that name on the outskirts of the shopping district of Destiny City. It must be some sort of advertisement for the holiday season - neat! The store doesn't look quite open yet but hopefully it will be in time for the holiday! Anyone who makes use of this prompt is allowed to save the little porcelain pumpkin for display! Besides, who knows what secrets it may hold!
When Bea had gotten home from dinking around (because really, that's pretty much all she did nowadays), one of the first things she did was to retrieve the mail from the mailbox. Granted, she never usually got any mail herself, but it was mostly out of habit, one of the few chores she actually did to help her mother out at home with.
When she saw a package with a jack-o-lantern on it, it didn't matter who it was addressed to - it was going to get opened. And when the cute little creepy pumpkin plopped out, her dark eyes grew wide and Beatrice Kellye became super excited.
Some sort of advertisement?
Did that mean....everyone got one?
Which is how, exactly, Bea came into possession of two dozen packages, all of which were haphazardly clutched tightly within her small arms as she used her forehead to thwack on her best friend's apartment's door.
"MARNIEEEEEEEEEEEE."
The whine was very banshee-like. Perfect for the holiday season, really.
"Open up, I need a place to hide!!!!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 10:24 am
Marnie had been sleeping. It didn't matter that it was past two in the afternoon, she had been curled up around her cat dozing when someone began pounding on her apartment door.
The perks of being home-schooled were that she more or less did things on her own time. As long as her work was finished by the end of the week, she could dink around as much as she wanted, which was often. Unfortunately that meant when someone came a knocking (and banshee screeching) she was not in a state for guests.
In fact, she shuffled across her home in knee high socks and an over-sized sweatshirt she'd stolen from someone once upon a time. Her long hair was kinked, frizzy and she barely had her eyes open when she opened the door.
"Bae-bee?" She mumbled sleepily, long sleeve hanging over her hands as she rubbed at her make-up free face. "What's the 911? I was sleeping," she said in a tone that greatly implied she wanted to go back to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 10:49 am
She burst inside the other girl's apartment the moment the door creaked its way open. Marnie looked like a pastel goth zombie, eyes barely open as her limbs moved on autopilot.
Bea didn't have time to tease the other girl -- she had some pumpkins she needed to hide!!!
"You can go back to sleep, Marty," she replied in a hurry, pausing to debate on where to stash her future pumpkin army. "We can... wait."
Eyes widened and a grin spread across her face. "That's perfect. We'll hide them in your bedroom until the coast is clear -- that's brilliant, Marns!"
Without asking permission (or even waiting on the older girl), Beatrice zipped through the small apartment and made her way into the decorative bedroom of her zombie-best-friend. There, on the unmade bed, she soon deposited the two dozen unopened packages she'd pilfered from her neighbors' mailboxes and proceeded to climb her way on top of the mattress.
Fingers went to work opening them up, porcelain pumpkins spilling out onto the bedding as she casually tossed the packaging aside.
"This is gonna be so COOL, Mar, you gotta come look at these things!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 11:00 am
Her bestie was a whirlwind, shoving her way inside and nearly knocking Marnie over in the process. There was a groan, more eye rubbing and a heck of a lot of squinting at the younger girl as she tramped around the apartment like it was hers.
"Hold on-- " Her words fell on deaf ears and she shuffled after Bea like the pastel-zombae she was.
Rasputin didn't take kindly to the white haired girl interrupting nap time and he started hissing at her when she got too close. He even went far enough to snatch one of the pumpkins in his maw and ran off with it, disappearing into the abyss.
"Nggggnh," Marnie groaned, throwing herself back onto her bed face first, reaching for a pillow to cover her head with. "Can't this wait for like dark? You know I'm not functional before five."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 11:50 pm
One hand waved towards her dismissively as she ignored the dramatic zombae as she faceplanted onto the other side of the bed. Rasputin was being a jerk and it had cost Bea one of the many pumpkins she had already opened but sacrifices had to be made, apparently.
She still had at least twenty or so pumpkins left to contend with. Something like that.
“Go back to sleep then, no one's stopping you from it, snore-en-stein.”
Nevermind the fact that Bea was, in fact, the reason she'd been forced out of her sleep.
Another package was ripped, followed by another. Pumpkins clunked and clinked together when one fell atop another, orange blobs dotting across the dark bedspread. “I've got a pumpkin army to command. You'll see when you wake up, gosh.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2018 7:53 am
Marnie groaned, loudly, and swatted at Beatrice blindly from where she was laying on the bed. "You're preventing me. It's my bed. Do your weird pumpkin nonsense elsewhere." Marnie rolled over to her side, peering at her bestie through a squinted eye.
As if to be in solidarity with Rasputin, she kicked at one of the box.
"You're taking up too much spaaaace. Beeeeee why are you like thissss," she whined, just in time for her familiar to pop back on the bed, hiss at Bea and steal another pumpkin from her army.
"If you leave all your trash behind, I swear, we'll stop being friends," she warned.
It was probably a bluff, but Bee didn't need to know that.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 3:31 am
Grabbing one of the empty boxes, Bea pounced forward and tried to capture the grouchy feline with her impromptu pumpkin thief trap - and promptly missed, losing yet another casualty before the War of the Pumpkin Army could even begin. At this rate, Rasputin would have his own mutiny formed before the sun even had time to set!
"I'm not going to leave trash behind, quit being so dramatic," she huffed, pulling herself back up and tossing the box in the general direction of the cat with the hopes of spooking it off into one of the adjacent rooms.
It failed to work, of course.
"You made a blood pact with me, you're stuck with me for life as your bestie," the white haired girl felt the need to add in, dark eyes pausing in her rummaging to stare down the sleepy, grumpy young woman. She studied her for a moment and debated her next move.... before finally starting to shift the packages away from the center of the bed and stacked them on the floor in a (somewhat) more organized fashion. The pumpkins were lined up on the carpet and Bea eventually, reluctantly joined the stolen goods on the ground to quietly continue her task, giving the comfort of the bed back to the older girl.
"Just thought it could be fun..." Said the sad little voice beside the mattress in one last, pitiful attempt at pandering for sympathy before Bea went quiet, giving the other girl both the bed and the quiet she asked for.
Nuxaz wrap this one up too okay?? okay!!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 9:53 am
Rasputin was too clever to be trapped underneath a box, despite Beatrice's best efforts. For the audacity of her trying, another pumpkin was stolen for his collection and was lost to the darkness of areas only accessible by creatures made of liquid instead of bones.
"Yeah, yeah, besties for life. Blood sisters, yadda yadda." Marnie mumbled into her pillow, waving her hand at the white haired girl when she shifted onto her side. Marnie watched her for a long minute before she sat up. "Gimme like an hour, then we can play with your pumpkins, kay?"
She scooted up on her bed, properly sprawling across her now vacant bed. "Just need a lil more..beaut...eee...sleep." Her words were being swallowed by her pillow as eyes closed and she dozed right off.
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