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When Mandy had been given the bottle and told to use it to help her trapping she hadn't the faintest clue what to do with it. The stopper was tight and she didn't quite feel brave enough to smash it so she did the sensible thing, she placed it next to her trap and scampered away as fast as she could.

Nothing happened.

But, ah, that could be the type of trap right? Magic was a finicky thing and with no better ideas she kept at it. And at it.

Until finally she did something right for as she approached the bog this time a glimmer caught her eye in the trap and there was a suspicious lack of bottle.

Approaching cautiously Mandy finally got to see what magic her bottle had wrought.

Omgitsadorablesqueeeeeeeeee!

Mandy would later deny and allegations towards her actions when she found the Skyling, she was a monsterly monster and she did not behave like some young ghoul.

At all.

Yeah right.

((Rosie))

Now this was just getting silly.

Sebastian stared at his faithful cardboard box (which still awkwardly had that shoctopus egg clinging to it) and wondered how in Jack's name he had managed to catch a piece of cake.

A pink one at that.

Sebastian picked up the little cake and stared at it. Perhaps it would make a nice ... meal for someone later on? It was really too bad Seb had no desire to eat- otherwise he would've devoured it right then and there. Maybe he could bribe a gluttony demon with it later or something.

Either way, he carefully picked up the piece of cake, careful not to knock over the hat someone had daintily place on it. Someone would probably want this later right?

((sn is chimarii))

Pickles wasn't quite sure his enchantments of choice (fire and sun, the hotter the better!) had anything to do with this catch. It was probably the bottle of raw, purpley Friendship. At this point, he had several bottles belted to his waist, and the star had gone right for it. The glowing object, like the bulb and jar before it, went right into his pocket.

Profile: Toshi

This was delightful. Riley had caught yet another delicious looking treat.



As she wrote about it in the book, she added, at the end, a rather cheerful little compliment.

Scarefari is the best game ever.

Profile: Alania

The Three Hooves Tavern had been doing good business of late. Since the Scarefari's opening, it was the only public building within reasonable proximity of the fields. Among the numerous customers loafing around inside the building was not a monk. The monk was actually sitting on a bench outside, seeing as This One understood how a hungerless skeleton was a likely nuisance in a place which is packed with paying customers.

How was it that Zen was now in the business of trapping animals, anyhow? The answer: they weren't. If the bag full of chunky looking stuff sprawled by the japanese undead's side was not already an indication, This One was merely looking for objects to sell for silver, and would be releasing the poor animals that wandered into the various contraptions being used. It all began when Zen had picked a beginner's guide to multiple types of snares off the ground and read that mysteriously, random stuff is caught more frequently than animals. Indeed, This One had nirva nabbed anything else than junk thusfar. But junk could still sell! Zen was more than satisfied.

A clock bird strolling by alerted the monk to the fact that it was time to go check up on their trap. This One headed out to the dark woods, neither at a creepy trancelike pace nor while playing the flute. Wouldn't want to scare the fancy boots or coal pieces away, after all. Quickly they found where the trap had been left, and examined it through their straw mask. A... seed? Well, it certainly wasn't an animal... perhaps Zen could grow it into a lovely plant and place it in their yet-to-be-found living quarters, eventually. Plants were very nice for keeping.

With a shrug, This One picked up the little seed between two skeletal fingers and plopped it into their wooden alms box for safekeeping.

(SN: Mythee)

Malodore pulled up the cardboard box... then stared at the contents, thoroughly nonplussed. There was a jar under there, neatly labeled as if it had come from the inconvenience store. And there were no footprints.

...

How...

Syb picked up the cupcake resting peacefully in her trap, turning it this way and that to see if it had legs. "How... um... well..." she said, a slight frown on her face. "Oh well! I love cupcakes!" she finally decided, carrying the cupcake off happily.