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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!
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The autumn and winter months were harder on work than Jessie liked. Were it spring or summer there'd be more places to take Big Bear for exposition or sponsored events, but in autumn and winter it was go too far fior the Bear to reasonably drive, or accept a nest egg, or something. While work truickled in bit by bit at times, it was still one big pain in her a** to go out and get things done in the truck, leaving her to -- ugh -- a normal pickup she otherwise kept stored. Still, she needed to check the mail daily for work, and today was no different. Jessie climbed out of her - ugh- pickup after parking, walking to the end of the drive at a leasurely gait as she rummaged, digging in the mailbox before picking a large pawful of items out. Bills, of course -- she noted to paythose tonight -- and perhaps a niuce piece of junk, but mostly her eyes fell on one of her sonsors' envelopes and a box. Well.
The truck driver moved inside of her home idly, locking the door nbehind herself before closing the thing, and she migrated for her sofa, flopping onto it calmly. Rhian was... Somewhere she didn't say -- maybe the butterfly garden really -- and today wasn't a training day, so Jessie tossed boots to the side of the room and opened the sponsor's letter first, reading it over idly.
"Da da da... Autumn festival.... dah da dah.... Rodeo-- wait, a bigass rodeo ride?" Jessie blinked. "Non-demolitions?"
Well. Demonstrations didn't always wreck things, but Jessie did know it meant driving. And maybe pulling hay? Bear could pull hay, and the pay to run the full Autumn Festival was nothing to sneeze at. No, she was calling immediately. She wanted to drive the Bear if it meant she was out of her pickup from hell, and the woman walked, dialing in on her phone before taking the box in hand, moving for the kitchen. A click on the other side earned her focus as she rummaged.
"Ye, Barry, the Festival deal." Jessie drawled. Her fingers went over a blade lightly, the female pulling her knife out as she moved to the box, allowing her sponsor to speak.
"Yeah, no, I'm entirely in. Bear's perfect for that stuff. Hell, load him up in kids 'n' hay and I'll drive. Uh huh... Uh huh..... They... What?"
Jessie paused, blinking.
"Trucks Versus Tractiors? You're not jokin'? Well I'll be in for towin' but nothing to threaten the Bear, you know that right?-- Yeah I can get the team on-- wait HOW much to compete in the TRACTOR FIGHT?"
Another pause, but the tape was cut, Jessie whistling as she re-stowed her knife, fingers finding the edges of the box, and she worked on opening it slowly.
"Well no s**t I'm down, that'd cover repairing any damage done to Buig Bear-- yeah so repair is included? Well sweet, sign me up. Uh huh. Yeah living at thge same place-- hey I LIKE my dumpy little hut, Barry. Watch your-- yeah? Yeah, sorry, nah, it's cool. See you at the Festival with the other tr8ucks, Barry."
One hand removed the phone from her ear, while the other fished out a small pumpkin as she hung up. A small porcelain pumpkin that fit in the palm, smiling like an image on the boix, and Jessie held it out at arm's length, eying it warily. Was it a trick? Carefully, Jessie began to inspect the box, eyes picking it over slowly as she spun it in her fingers, before the woman snorted.
"And who sent this?" She finally grumbled, and reached into the box again, pulling out a card.
"...Perniciousa." Jessiue mumbled then, and placed the pumpkin ona window sill, sitting to google it on her laptop. Nothing.
"What the hell." She drawled. Slowly, she got up, one more time, and picked the box up, shaking it a bit. Nothing. She checked the card again. Nothing. Finally, she grimaced.
"Puu my boy, someone's comin' on to me." Jessie said,m looking to the cat as it walked in. Her extremely spoilt cat looked up, ear flicking before it mewled, and kept moving, tail aloft in indignation, and she nodded.
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"No, I agree. Creepy."
RThe punpkin might perk Rhian up, though, and Jessie moved, carrying the pumpkin from the sill to an end table with some paper butterflies, asnd Jessie stretched, walking to toss the box, and then, pet her cat, leading him into the kitchen. Mail and business done, she now had an insistant cat at her heels, and her cat wanted to be fed.
