Haunted Halloween Maze!

[Maeve]

Maeve gives Conner a smile, chuckling a little bit at his little flourish. Precious. The man is precious in a way that made her just want to take a bite out of him. But in which way? That really is the question.


She holds the stick in her hand and takes a bite out of her apple, one hand coming up to cover her mouth as the juices from the apple spill over her chin. It's delicious, something she hadn't had in a very long time. It brought back childhood memories. Memories of dressing up just like this, eating fall related foods, laughing and enjoying life. Things she hasn't thought of in a very long time.


"Shit," she says before wiping away the excess.


"Oh, this?" She asks, looking down at her costume before looking back up at him. "I found the corset at one of the shops downtown and felt the need to build around it. I enjoy something with a good cinch. People always find corsets to be uncomfortable, but it's really only uncomfortable if you're laced up wrong. Though, there was a series I read as a teen. Fuck. What was it?" She racks her brain for a moment, "Leviathan. Scott Westerfield. Same dude who wrote Uglies and all that. Good writing for an angsty teen. Very steam punk aesthetic to the series. I enjoyed it. A little slow at first, but it gets there."


She takes another bite of her candy apple, careful of the dripping juices this time. After swallowing, she says, "Sure. I'm always down with meeting new people. Makes things interesting. Plus, maze is easily there for when we bore of other people." Again, her eyes are drawn to the black haired woman approaching the venders. Maybe it's a sign? "How about we see about them?" She suggests, gesturing her head slightly to the dark haired woman and her friends.

[Ram]

“My family. My wife Ashely, my daughter Haley and….,” he hesitated “and my son…,” shit he knew this, he was really glad his family wasn’t here. “John!” That was it.

Maybe he should make an announcement. Just in case Sonnie didn’t get it.

He gave a grateful smile to Anatole (even if no name was give), knowing the dwarf got it.

“I’ve visited the doctors,” he answered Sera “They, and my family, expect it will take a month to heal. And I wouldn’t think it would take faster but thanks for the offer.” If he really needed he had his own ways. And while Spring magic would be a boon… he simply couldn’t risk it right now. “As much as miraculous healing would ease the pain, Such things don’t exist.’ He gave her a pained smile, hoping she understood that he couldn’t take her blessing, as much as the wound in his side ached.

“Food sounds good though." If he couldn't fulfill her desire to help with the pain, the least he could do was ease it in other ways.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie listened as Ram recited the names of his family, looking at him blankly.

Processing...

Processing...

Processing...

Error. It not gotten.

She blinked in confusion. "Um... kay." With a shrug, she brushed the topic off and looked to Seraphina.

"Yes! Food is good! I smell churros!" Fugly pulled at his leash, also smelling food and wanting to go in that direction. "Lezz goooo!"

[Anatole]

"Hmm. Family, eh? Your family."

Anatole turned his attention back to the group, speaking bemusedly. The import of what Ram was saying took a while to sink in.

"Family!"

The dwarf's mouth dissipated under his effusive curls, vanishing completely. Only his eyes remained, glittering thoughtfully from under his heavy brows.

"Yes. Lets."

He smiled sharply and - to avoid any further embarrassment - hobbled after Sonnie. Inwardly, Anatole's mind began spin - he remembered his conversations with Gerrit t regarding friends... and Fetches. He hardly had any information to go on, but he knew of the two Ogre's connection, and let himself speculate feverishly.

[Seraphina]

Her brain worked to process what Ram…..Michael had a family now! Wow, it was a lot to process, especially in a very public place. But seems it was a thing now, and something to ask him about later.

A warm smile, “I hope they enjoyed the maze! And that the kids didn’t get too scared.” No need to talk about her performance last year.

Nodding her head with a frown, “Unfortunately some injuries just take time to heal. But please take it easy while you’re healing, don’t overdo it.” With a family, healing his injuries in a matter of seconds would be…odd. Did it bug her she couldn’t help him? Yes. Would she accept it? Yes.

Face lighting up, “So what did we want to try first?” there were many options, none of them healthy.

Sonnie chimed in with a recommendation, “Churros?” she asks, “Sure!” those were always good.

A glance to Anatole, “Anything catch your eye for something to try? Or maybe you already have something that’s a favorite?”

[Conner Wells]

Conner returns Maeve's earlier favor, giving her a slight press to the cheek with his lips. "Be good." He whispers cheekily in her ear in a frequency only the undead or the superhuman could hear.

He walks towards the motley crew with an arm over Maeve's shoulder, reveling in the Blushed audacity of it all. He waves to Sonnie and initiates the dreaded art of talking to strangers. "Hi! I couldn't help but notice your fearless protector." He gestures to Fugly, even as he thinks back to his month in the Barrens and his steady diet of coyotes. "I'm Conner, and this is my girlfriend, Maeve." WOW! Guess there's no going back now, is there? Yep. He looks around the other members of the group, wondering if the dark-haired beauty, damaged bruiser, and bearded limper would rush to defend their bubbly dog-leader, or whether they would integrate into the conversation.

[Maeve]

Be good, huh? Those words are soft, but pointed enough to put a shiver right down her spine. Hot. Extremely hot. If she could grab him and pull him into part of the maze to make out with, she absolutely would. Alas, they are to socialize.


Yes. Socialize. Focus.


Her attention immediately goes to the dog, as pretty and playful as the owner appears. "What a pupper." The kind of pupper that isn't exactly conventionally cute, but it's a doggo. All doggos are good doggos.


"Yeah, what he said. People with doggos tend to be chill people, so figured might as well say hi." Girlfriend. It's the first time that's been said out loud to someone else.


Congrats, lady, you're now an important landmark of our relationship.


She leans to the side against Conner as she stands there, reveling in the feeling of touch. This odd, wonderfully warm touch.

[Anatole]

Anatole had been following Sonnie Wu

When Connor and then Maeve introduce themselves, he pauses. One eyebrow is raised as he casts a furtive glance to the Claviger and then another one directed toward @Seaphina . This dwarf is still assuming that the pair are connected to the Emerald Court somehow.

And Conner has just confirmed that in Anatole's suspicious mind.

Teeth show in his beard as his face fixes a grandfatherly smile.

"Hello there. Anatole. Pleased to meet you both. Fine evening."

He smiled and inclined his head, crafting his words to be both a statement and a question.

[Sonnie Wu]

Towards churros they go!

No... wait.

Obstacle. A couple of mortals decided to come over and be social with them. Churros were on hold.

Dammit.

"Hi! I'm Sonnie, and this is Fugly!" she introduced herself and her dog with her usual amount of gregariousness. Which is to say, slightly more than is necessary. Chill was not in her standard bag of emotions, but at least those that were were positive ones.

Churros held a place in her (admittedly short) attention span. She could smell them from here. She had to make nice with the normies, though. It was fine, people who liked dogs (or any animals, really) always got extra points in her book.

[Seraphina]

Looked like their small group was about to grow by two! Which was just fine with the social Nix.

A friendly smile was offered to Conner, “Hi Conner!” greets the angelic voice, “And yes, he has been defending us at the maze for a few years now. He is quite fearless.” And he was the best boi.

Sapphires then look to Maeve, who had a more forgettable face to her. But the blue hair would always make her memorable to the Treasured. The same friendly and warm smile, “Hi Maeve! I love your hair!” she gushed, “I’m Sarah.” Meeting new people as her thing.

Smirking, “Oh we’re very chill, it’s a necessity to living life!” at least to her. “We were about to grab something to eat, care to join us? After we’re probably going to hit the maze, and you are welcome to join us there too if you like!”

Catching the look from Anatole, she offers him a smile.