So, it was basically a coin toss, but I think I’ve decided to make this last week before Halloween — this ‘Halloweek’, if you will (man, I must be the first person to ever think of that…) — Halloween-themed. Or at least Halloween-adjacent, I guess.
We’ll see how that goes.
At this point, my guy feeling is ‘poorly’, given that I had some trouble finding inspiration for today’s scene.
And, well, writing was hard, and this about sums it up:
The Simpsons, “Treehouse of Horror IV“: Gracie Films and Disney.
Immediately upon arriving at the soirée hosted at Darkstone Manor, Margravine Alessia di Racula seeks out the darkest corner of the room and glides over to brood there for the duration. The iron laws of etiquette and protocol dictate that she accept an invitation sent by one of her few mortal friends in the world of Terrace.
She owes that much to Estelle, at least, having developed a rare friendship with Estelle after buying some property in Porthaven through her parents’ business connections in the city — a long, strange odyssey most parties involved would likely prefer to forget.
However, her only opinions on the Heroes’ Eve festival — a tawdry, tacky, grating, galling, utterly ridiculous affair — dictate that she will not enjoy it.
As a vampire — a powerful woman in her own right and a member of a powerful line of vampires — there are few things capable of vexing of distressing her. But Heroes’ Eve, this accursed, unsightly holiday is foremost among them.
Still, the approach of one of the few people she holds any affection for does manage to bring a fate smile to her crimson lips.
“Happy Heroes’ Eve, Aunt Alessia,” an unusually piratical Kat says, settling into the corner beside Alessia.
“What in the world are you wearing, Kat?” Alessia asks.
“Yeah, well, it’s Heroes’ Eve,” Kat says, gesturing to her costume. “This is the closest I’m ever going to get to being a pirate.”
“You look ridiculous in that costume,” Alessia mutters, heaving an inward sigh.
Kat nods. “Tell me about it! But it’s a holiday,” She glances down at her own feet. “I do like the boots, though.”
“They are rather nice,” Alessia concedes. She thoughtfully raises a finger to her chin. “Hmmm. I could do with a pair like that.”
“You look grumpy, Aunt Alessia,” Kat notes. “Are you not enjoying the party?”
“I am grumpy,” Alessia says. She frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. “I hate this holiday.”
“But why? It’s just a chance to for everyone to cut loose for one night of the year,” Kat says.
“They could cut loose without tying bedsheets around themselves, buying cheap prop fangs and jumping around going ‘Bleh! I’m a vampire!’” Her frown deepens and her pale brow furrows. “We do not say Bleh!”
“Well, Mom will be happy you came,” Kat offers. “Even though you’re not wearing a costume.”
“Oh, but I am wearing a costume,” Alessia says with a wry smile. “I’m pretending to be someone who enjoys Heroes’ Eve parties.”
“I, uh, I don’t think that counts,” Kat says.
They are interrupted by Dunstana leaping into their corner with a dramatic flourish of her red-and-black cape.
“Aunt Alessia! Look! Look!” Dunstana says eagerly as she shows off her costume. “Look! I’m a vampire! Just like you!”
She strikes what she is sure is no doubt a suitably dramatic and scary vampire pose.
“Bleh!”
Alessia groans and buries her face in her hands.
“We do not say Bleh!, Dunstana,” she mutters. “Blegh.”
“Uh, Aunt Alessia —” Kat ventures.
“That was a blegh of disgust, Kat,” Alessia says. “Not a Bleh! I’m a vampire!”
She groans.
“Ugh. I need a drink.”
Kat and Dunstana shift uneasily and surreptitiously cover their necks.
See, the hard part about introducing vampires into your world is then figuring out how exactly they work. Which I’m not going to be able to avoid forever but, thankfully, wasn’t really necessary for today.
Also, I can’t decide if ‘di Racula’ is brilliant or too on-the-nose…
So, yeah. There’s October Day 24/Halloween Week Day 1.
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