~Nineteen~

[demented_mama]

[Backdated to early in the afternoon, ideally before some of her housemates really get hit. The journal gives a crooked view of a carpet covered in sheets with pumpkins scattered on top, some already cut in with very realistic faces (and designs of scars, black-eyes, and droplets of blood, someone managed to find some holiday spirit).]Hmmhmhm,

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[vulcanblazer]

[...Well, here's a sight. All these pumpkins, carved painstakingly. And dementedly. He knows what this means.]

Who let you near the carving knives, Mom?

[demented_mama]

[A deep chuckle, bordering close to a cackle.]

I should be asking whose chloroform wore off after they slapped that outfit on you.

[vulcanblazer]

Very funny. Not like I chose to wear this thing.

[demented_mama]

If only that mattered~

[vulcanblazer]

...Could've been worse. And other than these annoying puffballs, I think I wear it pretty well. All things considered.

It beats a lot of the other costumes around here.

[demented_mama]

[Remembering the costumes she'd seen earlier in the week, particularly Derek's.]

Oho, you certainly got off easy.

[Wiping her hand off a small hand towel, she'll grab a thin tipped marker and begin outlining the face of her next pumpkin.]

[vulcanblazer]

[Adell looks over all the other pumpkins she'd already carved, getting a good laugh out of most of them, especially the one who looked like he had been punched with a black eye while smiling like a loon.]

Ha, is that one supposed to be me?

[demented_mama]

[Giggle.]

You might have played a hand as my muse.

[The one in front of her now was sporting the markings of an anguished wide open mouth and "wrinkles" around its eyes.]

[vulcanblazer]

[He picks up the pumpkin he was talking about and holds it up next to his head, mimicking its expression.]

Pretty good likeness, huh?

[demented_mama]

[Pffffffft, she'll break into laughter, the planned lines of her pumpkin face going awry but she lets it go, too busy laughing.]

[vulcanblazer]

[Just a goofy, contented grin as he sets the pumpkin back down.]

[demented_mama]

[Give her a moment, she'll ease out of her fit with a sigh. Then she notices what's become of her pumpkin's face.]

...hm, looks like he lost a knife fight.

[Just turning some of those lines into scars now >>]

[vulcanblazer]

[That earns a snort of a laugh from Adell.]

Of course he lost a knife fight. He's a carved pumpkin!

[demented_mama]

[...that was horrible, Adell.]

That was horrible, Adell.

[vulcanblazer]

You thought it was funny. Come on. Admit it.

[demented_mama]

If I wanted to admit I had bad taste I'd dress like you.