The Gardens of SaDiablo Hall, Thursday Evening (Fandom Time)

[glacial_witch]

Karla had been packing for her move to Haven, to spend a few months being an unofficial Queen to a village full of refugee Black Widows. Had been, however, because 'packing' apparently meant 'getting chased of her chambers by Helene and several other maids while they packed because no guest leaving SaDiablo Hall would ever be seen unpacking the

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[apocalipped]

Someday, Jonothon would come to regret his timing, when it came to finally getting around to getting in touch with people. But at the moment, there was a finch flying around overhead, and a black cat giving chase, chased, in turn, by a wildcat.

So, really, he'd take just about any distraction he could get.

Ring ring, Karla. But not like the ones on those chocolates.

[glacial_witch]

Perhaps Jono would realize his horrible timing when Karla answered the phone in a fit of giggles that she couldn't stifle for the first ten seconds of the call.

"H-H-Hello, Jon!" she replied, managing to form words through the laughter. "How're you?"

[apocalipped]

"Er..."

He was a bit baffled, Karla. Could you tell?

"I'm... Uh?" Spit it out, Jono. "What in the world are you carrying on about, Karla?"

Yeah, you didn't even get an answer. He needed to know.

[glacial_witch]

Pictures were worth a thousand words. So Karla hung up, took several pictures of her package from Emma (including one of Jaenelle holding one up and while Karla had her mouth open to bite it) and sent them as texts to his number.

Call me back when ur coherent.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was at loose ends that day after finishing a few arrangements for the club, and what better way to fill the time than a few friendly phone calls?

So he dialed Kaeleer, planning to feign annoyance Karla was gone before he'd gotten to town.

[glacial_witch]

"JACK!" Hello, Jack. Have some barely restrained hysteria, would you? "Jack! Did you see what Emma sent us?"

There were a chorus of 'Hello, Jack!' from the coven, as well as a lot more laughter.

You had only Emma to blame, Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"She didn't show me," Jack said suspiciously. "Is it dirty Japanese things? I did see those."

He grinned at the chorus from the background. "Tell them hi back, whoever they are."

[glacial_witch]

"It's the coven," Karla said, waving a hand. "Jaenelle and the rest of our friends. You might have met them the last time you were here?"

Or maybe not. Hard to say. They certainly knew a lot about him, but that's because Karla liked to gossip about Emma and Jack and how wonderful they were together.

Shut up they were!

"Not Japanese," she continued, giggling. "Chocolate, And according to the packaging, cream-filled."

[trigons_child]

Even though she'd worked at 'Dite's before, Raven still turned beet-red when she wandered into the gardens to see what all the giggling was about. "What is so -- oh."

She would assuredly not be taking a bite herself.

[glacial_witch]

But it was dark chocolate, Raven! Filled with Williams pear liqueur fondant!

Maybe some of the Ring, then?

Still giggling, Karla waved Raven over, scooting a bit so there was room for her. "Emma sent us a treat," she announced. "I'm not sure if it was more for us, or the boyos."

[trigons_child]

Raven settled beside Karla, swishing her skirt around her legs. "Perhaps a little of both," she murmured, still blushing. It was so lifelike and...chocolate.

[glacial_witch]

Karla was already looking forward to running her tongue over the ridges just as soon as the boyos showed up. Trufax.

"She's terrible," Karla announced, not meaning a word of it. "Poor boyos won't even know which way is up for the first three minutes. I'll have to get pictures."

[longislandiceme]

Having nothing but a once-a-week TAing gig meant Bobby had a lot of free time on his hands.

Free time in which to do things like organize a portal on a whim, leading to him wandering through the gardens announcing: "Hello? I think I might be a bit lost..."

[not_a_parakeet]

Incoming featherball, coming in for the flying tackle!

"They have inappropriate chocolate! Run and hide!"

Warren was well on his way to tackling you into the flower bed because he cared, Bobby. Because he cared.

[longislandiceme]

"Warren Worthington the Third!" Bobby said, clearly scandalized. "Chocolate is never inappropriate."

It may be possible they were working with slightly different definitions of 'inappropriate' here.

[not_a_parakeet]

"No, you don't understand."

Warren had gazed upon the chocolate and had found himself scandalized, Bobby. Scandalized.

"This chocolate has found a way."

This was very serious, Bobby. Very serious indeed.

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren had been out for a flight during one of those rare moments of spare time.

Rare, rare moments, indeed. And so when he'd spotted the coven down below, he couldn't help but wheel around overhead. Because... well, he was a boy. That was just sort of a thing. And besides, the girls?

They were usually up to no good when they were all gathered together like that. So maybe if he just flew a little bit closer, he'd be able to see-

Oooooooooookay, no, Warren was just going to flap up and try to get some more altitude and hope the girls hadn't noticed him up there. What they were doing down there with those chocolate penises, he did not want to know.

[theboyos]

*Warren.* Khary sounded suspicious. *The coven is laughing.Why is the coven laughing?*

Karla was right in the middle of all of this, so it made this Warren's responsibility, dammit.

[not_a_parakeet]

Oh, Khary. Don't make him look again. Please?

*They just opened a package,* he reported back, in that thinking-too-loud way that they'd all figured out how to work around, just so long as there were people listening for it. *It's... um. Chocolate.*

Indeed it was.

[theboyos]

Khary was still suspicious. *I know the squeals they make when they get chocolate, Warren. This is different. More...terrifying.*

He was going to make you go look at it again.

Blame Karla.