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st_alksthroughwallsKitty and Wyatt are in Bonesville when something funky happens in Funland.
( If you win a stuffed four foot neon-purple monkey, you can keep that. )
( If you win a stuffed four foot neon-purple monkey, you can keep that. )
Oct. 30th, 2017
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st_andingtallAfter a full day of research, Sam had a solid lead on the haunting of Magnus Parr's shipping lines. A pirate ship had gone down off the coast with all hands, back in the colonial era, and Parr's ancestor, a whaler, had refused to rescue the crew when he encountered the wreck before it took them all to their graves. A salvage company had bought the rights to the Palatine back at the beginning of the year and they'd just last month gotten around to diving and bringing pieces back up.
Back in his room, Sam cursed his inferior collection of hunting weapons in the Inn. He had the Colt, but no Ruby to make bullets or fix it if it got broken. He had a knife, and he'd picked up another diver's knife in Bonesville, he had the hunting rifle and rock salt, but the idea of going after a ghost pirate crew with just what he had wasn't sitting well. If it was an actual ghost pirate, salt pellets would do, but if it wasn't...
What he should do was get some help.
Sam sat at the edge of his bed and reached for the phone. Buffy or Molly, Carlos, Butters... Caroline. Maybe she'd go with him.
Back in his room, Sam cursed his inferior collection of hunting weapons in the Inn. He had the Colt, but no Ruby to make bullets or fix it if it got broken. He had a knife, and he'd picked up another diver's knife in Bonesville, he had the hunting rifle and rock salt, but the idea of going after a ghost pirate crew with just what he had wasn't sitting well. If it was an actual ghost pirate, salt pellets would do, but if it wasn't...
What he should do was get some help.
Sam sat at the edge of his bed and reached for the phone. Buffy or Molly, Carlos, Butters... Caroline. Maybe she'd go with him.
st_alksthroughwallsInstead of the remains of a raucous night of dedicated drinking, the chairs were up on the tables, the counter was cleaned, the floor had been vacuumed and mopped as appropriate. Kitty had had plenty of time to straighten up at close yesterday, since almost everyone seemed more interested in drinking in Bonesville. For her part, she'd had enough after her and Wyatt's little adventure in Funland. At least, she'd had enough for the few days it would take her to heal.
On the upside, that made opening up this morning easy and fast. On the downside, it meant she had an entire day with not much to distract her from wondering when Barrel of Fun would lock down access to the outside and why it couldn't open onto a world with higher tech. She had managed to scavenge some computer circuitry and cell phones, but she hadn't worked out how they'd solve her current tech problem yet.
If Dot were still here, she'd be baking for Halloween. Even if they'd had to explain Halloween to her, she'd be making cookies and candy and cakes, and probably sewing costumes, too. Those thoughts summoned a wistful sigh from Kitty while she took down the chairs. She was still sighing when she finished refreshing her stock of cut up fruit.
By mid-afternoon, she'd put away a pot and a half of coffee, she was practically vibrating, and a buzz-by from Caroline prompted an amazing idea. Why not spend the afternoon testing Halloween and Thanksgiving cocktails, to help turn the arrival trick of Check-In Day on the 1st into, well, a little bit of a treat? So it was that the new arrivals, two days earlier than expected, found the bar counter covered with spooky and kooky and dry-ice steamy drinks and Kitty literally spinning between her coffee cup and the next bright green, weirdly black, or pumpkin orange drink.
[ooc: find Kitty making any of these or drinking yet another cup of coffee, she's OTA]
On the upside, that made opening up this morning easy and fast. On the downside, it meant she had an entire day with not much to distract her from wondering when Barrel of Fun would lock down access to the outside and why it couldn't open onto a world with higher tech. She had managed to scavenge some computer circuitry and cell phones, but she hadn't worked out how they'd solve her current tech problem yet.
If Dot were still here, she'd be baking for Halloween. Even if they'd had to explain Halloween to her, she'd be making cookies and candy and cakes, and probably sewing costumes, too. Those thoughts summoned a wistful sigh from Kitty while she took down the chairs. She was still sighing when she finished refreshing her stock of cut up fruit.
By mid-afternoon, she'd put away a pot and a half of coffee, she was practically vibrating, and a buzz-by from Caroline prompted an amazing idea. Why not spend the afternoon testing Halloween and Thanksgiving cocktails, to help turn the arrival trick of Check-In Day on the 1st into, well, a little bit of a treat? So it was that the new arrivals, two days earlier than expected, found the bar counter covered with spooky and kooky and dry-ice steamy drinks and Kitty literally spinning between her coffee cup and the next bright green, weirdly black, or pumpkin orange drink.
[ooc: find Kitty making any of these or drinking yet another cup of coffee, she's OTA]