Pumpkin Fun!

[demonpuppy]

Who: Anyone!
What: Fun pumpkin carving time! (Limit ten customers)
When: October 24th
Where: Outside the Storyteller's temple
Warnings: Pumpkin gore

It had taken a bit to get all the pumpkins from their shack over to the Temple, but Chip has managed somehow. After sending out their invitation over the Stones they got to work...well, mostly messing around, in all honesty. They could start trying to hollow the pumpkins out, but it's much more entertaining to take one of their markers and try to decide what face they're going to carve on their pumpkin.

They can be found sitting cross legged next to their little collection, a hatchet sitting next to them and one of the pumpkins plopped right in their lap. They're concentrating very hard, because this needs to be a really good jack-o-lantern...and for some reason there's some lemons there as well? Maybe don't ask about that.

Comments

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter has considered this entire thing deeply suspicious; they have no idea what monsters or creatures "pumpkins" might be, but the child's assurance that they are little more than a big orange vegetable has them...curious, vaguely. They do not know what Halloween is, either.]

[They blink at the small child when she introduces herself, black eyes set into a blue canvas.]

drifter

[Don't they make quite a pair.]

[ofsterlingstuff]

Nice to meet you!

[She doesn't seem to find their lack of verbal response all that unusual.]

Do you know how to make a jack-o-lantern?

[hyperlit]

[Another blink. The correlation between pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns is not yet one they've truly grasped.]

no
what is that

[ofsterlingstuff]

It's a pumpkin! You carve a face into it, and then put a candle in at night so it lights up. People do them for Halloween.

You wanna make one?

[hyperlit]

[That is too many words and concepts they're unfamiliar with. Instead of doing the sensible thing and asking for clarification, the Drifter instead withdraws their sword. It's nothing special, at first - a red handle, inactive.]

[Then they ignite the hard light blade with a faint hum, electric cyan and buzzing energy.]

carve?

[That's probably too big, but that's not liable to stop them.]

[ofsterlingstuff]

Is that a lightsaber

[Hero is also not liable to stop them]

[hyperlit]

[It's...a blade...made of light...so...while the Drifter does not catch the pop culture reference, they can at least appreciate that it is, factually, correct.]

hard light blade

[ofsterlingstuff]

[Whatever, close enough.]

That's so cool! [oh, right, the matter at hand] Yeah, you can use that!

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter looks at the pumpkin. They look at their sword. And, because Hero said it was all right, they just kind of...]

[Swish.]

[They take the top off it in one easy strike.]

[ofsterlingstuff]

[Hero makes a short, high-pitched eep! kind of sound.]

That's so cool. [.....oh right.] And then you scoop the guts out.

[hyperlit]

[...ah. The Drifter glances at their blade and deactivates it accordingly. They don't have any tools to scoop out said guts, and so they simply...sit down to plunge their entire hand into the middle of it and start scraping it out on their own.]

[It's pulpy and webby and the seeds get in the way, but the Drifter has set about in this task, and so they will not stop until it is done.]

what after

[ofsterlingstuff]

Haha, gross!

[Hero sounds pleased by the gross, though.]

Next you carve a face in it! You can draw it with markers first, so you know what you want it to look like. Like, you could cut holes for the eyes and the mouth, or whatever!

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter glances down - first at their pulp-soaked hand, and then at their sword.]

blade too big

[They're quite certain that they're liable to dismember the pumpkin instead of actually carving intricate shapes into it.]

[ofsterlingstuff]

That's okay! There's other knives around...

[Just let this child hand over her own knife that she had because that's safe!]

Here!

[hyperlit]

[Does it surprise them that a small child has a knife? Not really. Do they hesitate that the child is so willing to hand over said knife? Slightly, but they still accept it. They regard the round vegetable in front of them dubiously - now that they are tasked with a creative endeavor, it has left them rather lost.]

[They let the blade hum off, and tuck it away beneath their cloak again.]

have marker?