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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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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!


Tristan didn’t receive mail.

Or rather, Tristan hardly ever received mail addressed to him that wasn’t spam or something from a local politician trying to earn his vote since elections were coming up. Most of the mail that came to the house he lived in were for the other occupants, the lady of the house, because while it was decidedly Tristan’s home and address too, there was nothing that needed to be in his name or mailed to him.

And it wasn’t like he was trying to apply for a loan or anything that might require proof of residency. Or even a job. His photography gigs were few and far between, but they earned him enough.

So, when he found a package on the kitchen counter addressed to him, the man was rightfully confused.

He hadn’t ordered anything, he knew that Fiona had nothing to do with it when he’d called her to ask about the mysterious package, and while Danny hadn’t responded to his text yet, he highly doubted that his dear friend would send him something instead of delivering it to him personally.

There was a chance that it could have been from Charlie or even Mary, but, like with Danny, he couldn’t imagine why they would send something instead of trying to meet up with him to deliver it personally. Tristan knew that he was bad at being available, but he had been working on it and he’d been better...

He spent too long deliberating who the package might be from before he decided to open the box and hope that there was some sort of card that would explain everything for him.

A box cutter was fished out of drawer in the kitchen and the tape was delicately cut because he didn’t know what it contained and how carefully he needed to be. Cardboard flaps were pulled back with care and the paper padding was pulled out slowly, one hand sliding along it to make sure he didn’t yank something out.

In the end, there was a simple pumpkin nestled in the box with a grin that twisted up eerily at him.

If Tristan hadn’t already been confused, he most certainly was now.

Paper was discarded into the recycling bin Fiona kept in the kitchen and he found a business card poking out just barely beneath one of the bottom flaps of the box. Both the card and the porcelain pumpkin were extracted from the box and carried over to the kitchen table, where Tristan took a seat.

The card offered no information but a name...or a brand. Perniciousa, written in gold, almost shimmering letters. When he attempted to use his phone’s internet browser to google the thing, he found no results and it only deepened his confusion.

So he texted the person he thought might have any sort of answers, Fiona.

[To Fiona: Have you heard of a place called Perniciousa?]

It took her about seven minutes to respond.

[From Fiona: Might’ve seen a store setting up in the city, why?]

Tristan’s brow furrowed and he ran his thumb along the pumpkin’s jagged mouth.

[To Fiona: Got a package with a pumpkin and a card with the word Perniciousa written on it.]
[From Fiona: Weird, maybe they’re advertising?]

Advertisements made sense, but he wasn’t sure he was very fond of the unsolicited pumpkin. Except….well it was nice and holiday-y.

[To Fiona: Maybe. Thanks.]

His phone was tucked away into his pocket and he picked the figurine up to examine it further.

It was a weird little trinket, but Tristan thought it wouldn’t hurt to keep it.