3rd footnote [open commentlog] mischief managed - BACKDATED TO MORNING

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**Prior to this log.**

[Talking pumpkins getting you down? Not Bartimaeus! The day has been quite fruitful for him, as he found the Nathaniel pumpkin early and spent at least four hours listening to it curse him out for not being there. Still, being called a "foul demon" and "reprehensible djinni" for not freeing the bumpkin (boy-pumpkin, get

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux is still surveying the pumpkins, as he's been doing since they started talking. Mostly he's ignoring the voices (honestly, what's a few more voices when one's head is already full of them?), but 'thankfully' he notices Barti's and pauses.*

What's a watermelon?

*Looking around he spots the...interesting...pumpkin. Huh, doesn't quite seem to fit the theme here.*

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[Bartimaeus nearly misses a beat at that. What is the education system coming to when a kid - at least, he's assuming that this is a kid; pumpkins don't have the best eyesight - has no clue what a watermelon is?

Nearly does not miss the beat; he falters on the minor chord and stares through googly squash eyes, then grins.]

That terrible of a son, are you? Don't even know what the old woman looks like. Tut-tut-tut!

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Son was a human word, right? No idea what's so special about an old female, though.*

Clearly I must be or else I wouldn't be asking.

((derp, i forgot to ask, but is voice the same as usual?))

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[They bake cookies and pie, but mention not the pumpkin angle of it - that would be true travesty in the company you keep.

He chuckles and speaks again, his voice likely similar - but it's taken on a squashed quality, as though Bartimaeus is trying to speak though a mouthful of pumpkin innards. Appropriate, no?]

Not even a whit of regret! You wouldn't happen to be a teenager, would you?

[Or a magician. Wait, he's seen you before, mage. No wonder you don't know that your mother's a giant fruit consumed by masses of children every summer!]

[thenotmagician]

[Oh well hello there extremely freaky looking pumpkin. Zeke is horribly amused.]

Your face went out, eh?

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[You mean to say "epitome of artistic pumpkin perfection" obviously, but his skill tends to trigger just such awe and confusion, it's okay.]

A tragedy of most pumpkin proportions! Have you ever had your face go out? A nasty business, that.

[thenotmagician]

I can't say I have. Sounds a bit painful, though.

[needsnobottle]

[After her roommate pumpkin died a screaming, agonizing, messy death, Tammy left her room and is now kind of looking for her own pumpkin, because apparently that'll stop the whispers. She's not liking the additional voices in her head, not one bit.

She's in a bit of a state of shock, but she's not yet so far gone that she doesn't recognize that one of these pumpkins is not like the other. She eyes it and when it speaks, it's almost so surreal that she can't quite comprehend it.

But there's something about a good insult that really helps ground a girl. Tammy steps in front of the offending pumpkin.]

Come again?

{OOC: No idea what he said, feel free to pick.}