Though they're dreadful and Cthonic, they're still weak when embryonic...

[temptingtarget]

As dawn approaches in the Wood, something rolls across the landscape like a thunderstorm - it comes with a sense of pressure, a soundless roar that shakes trees and earth briefly before moving on. It may wake some of the newcomers to the Wood in their beds; others may notice it only dimly, roll over, and return to sleep. Whatever it is, it doesn't

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[saveme_barry]

Nathan dropped his heavy, leather shoulder bag down onto the floor in front of a particularly well endowed stalk of corn. Standing, he pulled back the covers of one of the ears.

Regular Corn. Forget that.

He tried another, pulling back the leaves with a little huff of annoyance.

Still regular corn.

This was so boring. How had he let Tommy convince him that what was essentially farming could be a good use of his time? What was worse, was that they'd been doing this all day. This had to have been his fifth corn gathering run of the day! (Not including the first two, which they had attempted to do together. After the first one ended in a corn fight, and the second one ended in an exciting - and in Tommy's case, unwilling - chase through the corn, Tommy had insisted that they work apart). Tossing the worthless food over his shoulder, Nathan grabbed a third ear, this time pulling the leaves back to reveal exactly what he'd been looking for. Candy corn! Tossing it down into his bag, Nathan grabbed another ear, his spirits

[only_a_doll]

Esme, for her part, had been keeping more or less on the down-low since the less-than-enjoyable experience she'd had when first arriving; after that abrupt and unpleasant demand for teamwork, things had lulled and her natural dislike of new people had had her keeping herself to herself. When she had felt that something, though - unavoidable, she felt everything, she didn't sleep - she had been quick to investigate the random apparition of the cornfield. Since then she'd been back every so often, tracing the paths in a cloud of dust, paying more attention to who else was showing up than to the crop itself.

And now she was watching a teenage boy looking for sweets. She'd coalesced somewhere behind Nathan and she looked on in bemusement as he threw away (maybe) perfectly good food in favour of candy. He'd shown up, gathered a haul, gone away, come back, repeat several times. Why was he bothering?

An ear of actual corn rolled over and nudged her toe.

"You should probably be saving these."

[saveme_barry]

"In case you hadn't noticed," Nathan replied, cheerily plucking another ear of (...yes, candy corn again!) down from one of the stems of corn, "there's like, an entire field of this stuff. We're not about to run out."

Yes he sort of knew the logic was kind of unsound, but he figured everyone else could run around harvesting the boring crops. Dropping the candy into his bag, he finally turned around to face whoever had made the suggestion, and promptly froze.

Oh this wasn't right... she, wasn't right. She didn't even look human. Nathan edged back slightly, if worst came to worst he could always just run off through the corn, go looking for help or something. Swallowing, he cocked his head slightly, and pointed at the woman, "You're one of those things, aren't you? One of those weird vulcan mind rape forest things?"

[only_a_doll]

Esme gave him a weary look, picking up the corn at her feet and turning it over in her hands. It'd been a long time since she'd been expected to cook for anyone and she'd since become disconnected from notions of what was or wasn't good to eat, but it seemed alright.

"One of those weird Vulcan mind rape forest....no. No, as a matter of fact, I'm not. I was dropped here at the same time as everyone else."

THIS IS NOT REALLY A TAG. More of a "LOL THIS HAPPENED" placeholder. :c

[painhumbles]

Gabriel is in your cornfield, hoarding your candy corn. Like a boss.

[lovethissuit]

Peter didn't notice the initial arrival of the cornfield, but it's kind of hard to ignore it when you wake up and all of a sudden it's Nebraska outside the barracks wall.

Neal's still passed out, so he figures he has a bit of time to investigate and collect evidence like a boss. He walks around the edge of it, not going in - not alone, he's seen his share of Halloween horror marathons, and he's sure as hell not testing his luck like that - but just poking at the stalks. Curious, he opens up one of the ears to find...

Candy corn. Peter stares at it in silence for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. On the one hand, it's obviously a weirdo magic-type cornfield thing that wasn't here before and is just as obviously not to be trusted. On the other hand, it's freaking candy corn and he hasn't had anything sugar-related in weeks. Another few moments of silent debate before he digs a hand in and chows down. The look on his face might be described as 'divine ecstasy'.

"Oh, yeah."

SURPRISE. IT WAS A THREAD ALL ALONG. :D

[painhumbles]

Here's the thing

WE'RE JUST THAT NINJA.

[lovethissuit]

Peter hears some other rustling that isn't his own candy nirvana, and he shoves aside a few stalks, craning his head around...

And down. You're a short vessel-wearing angel thing, Gabe.

His ears go slightly red as he hurriedly gulps down the giant mouthful of corn he's got going. Well, this is embarrassing. "Sorry," he says, coughing lightly because. Seriously, some of that candy still wasn't chewed. "Didn't know anybody else was out here."

[stillpursued]

Lily was not used to being this bored. Normally, there was something in the castle to do when classes were over, and by the end of the afternoon, there was enough homework for the rest of the night.

So when worse came to worst, she was willing to start wandering around. And when she'd spotted the corn field, it was both something completely different and food-- both things she wanted-- so it was a no-brainer. She had to investigate.

So she'd ran back to the cabin, a grin on her face, and rapped on the door.

"Mat! Mat! Come on, you have to see this."

[guardsintheory]

Mat pokes his head out almost immediately (it's a small cabin), a curious and clearly ready to be concerned expression on his face.

"What's going on?" he asks.