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[maybe_youll_die]

If Wednesday didn't know better, she would've thought the island had sent her home for her island-versary. Actually, she didn't know better, and so when the graveyard appeared just behind her hut, full of mossy old graves and dead flowers and illuminated by the full moon, she made a very thorough investigation before determining that she hadn't, in

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[meet_sam]

Samhain liked her. Of course it did. She was one of their kind. She belonged to a world that was very familiar indeed.

It watched her, peeking around from behind a tree stump, oddly bashful and taken with her and all her charms. Eventually, the little scarecrow darted from its hiding place, stopping at the gravestone next to hers, and it sat down, indian-style and the picture of childish, ghoulish curiosity.

[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday was actually very good with children, from a certain point of view. They were moldable. And this one looked like he could even be family.

As the hand reaching up from the grave wiggled its oozing fingers, she reached past it and offered the small child one of the bat-shaped cookies she'd stolen from the kitchen for her feast.

[meet_sam]

Samhain shuffled forward, dirtying fuzzy orange knees, and reached for the cookie with a tiny coo of pleasure. It sniffed it first, just to check, then pulled its mask up just enough to get the cookie under for a bite.

It made another happy sound, cramming the entire cookie past its lips and crawling closer to get a look at what else she might have. Its treat sack dropped to the ground near her, and from the mouth of it, out crawled two glossy cockroaches.

[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday did not have any cockroaches in with her food, just sandwiches and cookies and a few dark, hard candies that someone had made. She did, however, have Stella in her pocket, and it seemed an opportune time to let the spider come out to play.

When the hand flailed a little in front of them, she gave it a cookie too.

[lt_blade]

That..was one of the most fucked up moments of Sonya's life..or if not, it definitely reached the top 10 list. If the island change to B-rated halloween movie wasn't enough..she found herself being 'ambushed' by zombie war veterans that were really keen on giving her a hug.

She was still trying to scrape off rotting flesh and blood as she walked past the graveyard. Now she can definitely say that she's crawled through everything.

Walking had helped calm her down and the months of therapy must've paid off if she could smell and see all of this and 'brush it off'. And the sight of one of her students sitting there, as though for a picnic..the least surprising image she's seen all day.

Sonya walked over a little closer, stopping as she saw a hand emerge through the grave. "I don't care what war he fought, I'm settling for a handshake."

Handshakes involved less contact after all.

[maybe_youll_die]

"I think a handshake's all he can give you," said Wednesday, observing the hand's lack of real progress. It was probably hard pushing up through the ground when you had body parts falling off. "What else would he do?"

[lt_blade]

"Tell that to the zombies I met just an hour ago. They seemed pretty determined to go places." And give a few 'living' soldiers a hug..or two or three.

She took a seat on the blanket. It was Saturday and there wasn't much else to do...she did see a drive in theater someways back, but there was all day for that.

"Enjoying the holiday?" This whole shindig seemed like something Wednesday would enjoy. Especially after what the island did to her hut last Valentine's Day.

[maybe_youll_die]

"They were probably already out of the ground," Wednesday pointed out. This one seemed to be stuck in an eternal state of half in and half out. It seemed a not-undesirable fate. "It's my anniversary today."

[simpletailor]

Garak was not, so far, enjoying this "holiday." There were odd, mostly mythical human creatures inhabiting the island and he'd been asked at least ten times whether his attire was a costume. He'd also simply been informed that he had a "cool costume, dude" and hadn't much appreciated that either. That said, at least there were no mogrunds. He had no desire to be confronted with mythical Cardassian creatures, especially that one.

He was walking the back paths of the island when he suddenly found himself in a graveyard that he was quite certain had not been there. Wednesday seemed to be enjoying a picnic, which surprised him not at all, and also seemed pleased at the moldy hand emerging from a grave.

"Good evening, Wednesday," he greeted her, keeping an eye on the hand just in case.

[maybe_youll_die]

"Good evening," said Wednesday, perfectly pleasantly, for her. As she watched the hand, she took small, careful bites of her sandwich. "I'm visiting family tonight."

[simpletailor]

"I can see that," he noted, still watching the hand, which didn't seem to be making a great deal of progress on its journey out of the ground. "And I also see that they are visiting you as well."

He really didn't understand the holiday and found the idea of departed members of his family (such as it was) reappearing to be more than a bit disconcerting.

[maybe_youll_die]

"They've never visited me before," Wednesday noted. Not once in all her time on the island. "Today is special. Are you hungry?"