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[Open] November log

WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: Temba, Sh'Ka, the Beach
WHAT: Link attempts to celebrate 'Halloween', searches for things Dustin left behind, and attempts to build a raft.
WHEN: Somewhere during November
WARNINGS: None so far

i. Treat or Treat?

One evening, as the people of Temba and Sh'Ka reside in their homes - wherever that may be - many will find that they suddenly have a pointy eared visitor. He hasn't bothered to knock, or make his presence known before entering. He's just walked - or climbed - right in without any hesitation.

Once inside, he'll find you. And then he'll hold out his hands a small package filled with small cakes, honeyed fruits, and candies.

"Treat," he says, as he presses the package towards you.

Link may have gotten a few of the details about how 'Halloween' was meant to work a little wrong. And also the date.

ii. Mementos from Dustin (cue Get Item sound effect)

Link missed Dustin.

The other teen had been grumpy. Constantly irritable. Downright unfriendly really, most of the time. And yet...Link had still liked him. He'd been a friend, even if Link doubted Dustin would ever admit that.

But Dustin was gone now. Link wasn't sure where. But Link felt...compelled, to try and do something to look after what Dustin left behind.

Most of it was under rubble. But Link was stubborn enough to shift all the debris and rubble that was once Dustin's workshop, and search some of Dustin's other hiding places. Not that Dustin had told Link where his hiding places were. But Link spent a lot of time climbing up the sides of buildings. You could see a lot, that way.

Eventually, Link's luck and stubbornness pays off. From within the rubble, he pulls free his prize - a large sack. Reaching inside, he pulls forth an exiting find - large volcanic rocks, and clippings from plants. He holds one of the rocks, making a soft noise of appreciation as he admires it's shiny surface. Treasure!

iii. Get the duct tape, we're building a raft

One day, while at the beach, Link looked out at the ocean. Looked at those islands, just barely visible off in the distance. And wondered, what's over there?

And of course, now that he'd wondered, he just had to find out.

Over a few days, Link could be seen pulling all sorts of things to the beach. Logs from trees he'd chopped down with the Master Sword when Zelda wasn't looking. Rope he's scrounged up. Large, massive leaves from the greenhouse.

When he starts using the rope to tie everything together, it won't be difficult at all for an observer to tell what Link's building: a raft.

[[ooc note: If you'd like your character to explore the islands with Link, feel free to have them express IC interest here! Alternatively, you can just let me know oocly that you'd like to get involved - PM, discord and plurk are all good. Once I know who's in and have the info from the mods, I'll put up a separate log for the actual exploration.]]

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Radley can go for some time without seeing Dustin, so at first he really doesn't know Dustin is gone. But he's been taking walks lately, both to survey damage from the calamities and just glad to be able to walk instead of being cooped up or hiding, and he sees Link being Link. At first he thinks nothing of it, but when he sees Link hanging around some of Dustin's places and no Dustin, he frowns.

When Link finds his sack, Radley happens to be around again, and he comes over. "Hey ... is Dustin gone?" he greets, realizing now that may be the case. He's not sure why rocks are the big treasure here, but ... okay, so they do look cool.

Link says nothing. But his nod is short, and sharp. There's a lump in his throat, as he looks at the pretty rock in his hand.

Wherever Dustin is, Link hopes he's okay.

Radley frowns. He's not sure how to feel about that. Dustin was here ever since Radley arrived. They'd had a rocky start, but things had got better. Radley had cared about him.

"... I'm sorry," he says at last. "He probably went home...."

They couldn't know for sure, though. That was one of the most distressing things about this.

Way to give Donnie a near heart attack!

The turtle stares at the intruder who's just...invited himself into the empty factory Donnie's been working on fixing up. The windows have just been bumped up on the list of priorities.

"...wha?"

He looks down at the package that's passed over to him, blinking.

York's in the hotel room he shares with Richie, folding the last few shirts of the humans to put on his bed. He is absolutely not expecting anyone to come in through the open window - but jerks when he hears someone come through.

"The FUCK!?" he shouts, dropping one of the shirts - stained with blue blood on it from the incident - before backing the hell away from Link.

It takes a moment of processing and then he gets it. Relaxes a bit. Scowls. "Are... are you doing trick or treat? In reverse? Halloween was last month buddy. And who the hell climbs in that way to give out treats?!"

“Treat,” Link repeats, pushing the package insistently into Donnie’s chest. “For you,” Link adds, in case Donnie was missing the point.

He says nothing about the fact that he’s breaking and entering in order to give said treats.

Link blinks. He does not know enough about Halloween to even know what it’s like normally - so he has no idea how he’s apparently doing it in revert.

“They said people give treats?” And look, here Link is, delivering the goods. Through the window. Was it the window part that he got wrong?

Link nods, hoping Radley was right. Although there was something…unsettling…about having people just disappear. Even if they were going home.

“Need to look after his things,” he says softly. The ones that he could find, anyway.

Radley hates it too. If only they could really know he was safe....

He nods. "I can help...."

He was, if only because he has no idea what's prompted Link to be breaking into people's spaces and making deliveries.

Looking down at the package, Donnie still looks uncertain but he at least takes the thing since Link is being quite insistent. "Uh... Thanks?" he says. "Should...I open it now?" Maybe the Hylian is practicing for being Santa or something? He has no idea.

Link thinks about this for a moment. And then realises that he has no idea. He’s never celebrated this holiday before.

“…Is that what you do for Halloween?” He asks. Maybe Donnie knows?

That had not been what Donnie had been expecting at all, so when Link mentions a completely different holiday than what he'd had in mind, the turtle breathes a laugh.

"OH, you mean like...trick-or-treat. Okay, um. Well, technically... No, not really," he says. "Usually as the custom goes, kids are supposed to go to your abode and recite 'trick-or-treat', upon which you would hand them treats, in modern cases, usually candy. This is repeated from house to house. You are...pulling off more of a Christmas thing by going straight to someone's place with gifts, my friend."

"...I'd have to wait?" Link says, looking unimpressed. That sounds...far less interesting. Why would Link want to sit around in his hotel room, waiting for other people to show up, when he could just go out and find people?

He also adds, "What's Christmas?" - because there's another holiday that he's never even heard of.

"Pff. Well, yeah," Donnie says with a nod, unable to help but snicker at Link's obvious displeasure at this idea.

"Well Christmas is another gift-giving holiday, although it's not necessarily relegated to sweets, but things that you think a person might like, or need, or in some cases, you just have no idea what to give but it might be amusing. I'm sure tradition has warped things over the years."

He waves a hand. "Anyway, the popular cultural icon for the time is a big man with a white beard and a red suit and pointy hat. According to the mythos, he rides in a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer, and on a certain night in winter he makes his rounds all over the world, delivering presents to children, typically considered well-behaved and not troublemakers." He pauses. "A scam to get kids to do their chores and not fight with their siblings, I'm sure."

"Yeah but people getting the treats go door to door like shitty 1960s salesmen. They dress in costumes like witches and mummies and stuff to say 'trick or treat'."

York walks over to look over the items. "You leaving those for Richie? Maybe I’ll tell him the boogeyman was here looking for him." Because York could still be a dick sometimes. He looks up at Link.

"Where’d you get all these sweets anyways?"

After the nightmare that was last month, bashing (and then rebashing) his leg up, and an ego crushing meeting with Eggman that reminded Sonic of just how little his powers mattered here, he's been out trying to find some sort of distraction. Only like slowly up until today, since he'd been advised to give his leg a break. Well, today he's just grumpy enough to ignore everyone's advice and go for a run. Babying a sprain is just going to make it heal wrong, he needs to stretch those weird little hedgehog muscles!

He does have it wrapped pretty tightly though, or at least he did before he decided to go for a run. He's pulled over for a pit stop on the beach to fix this wrappings, which brings him to Link and this fun little project of his. He comes to a stop near him, managing not to kick sand everywhere like a jerk.

"Hey, bud! Plannin' to hit the waves?"

The Soldier wasn't typically top of anyone's list for tracking down. And he still kept a somewhat nomadic lifestyle with temporary camps instead of a more permanent structure, at least as much as he could. It had made the visit to his current shelter a few days ago a surprise, both for being sought out and for the apparent purposes of gifting. He wasn't sure what he had done to prompt the action, but it meant when he saw Link engaged in an apparent construction activity a few days later, that he actually stopped to observe.

After a moment he came forward to steady the far end of the logs while Link attempted to tie them; it'd hopefully be easier on the other man to have things held still.

Link nods. If Radley wants to help, he won't mind.

"Do people go a lot?" he asks. Because while Dustin was probably the one Link knew best, now that he thought about it - there'd been other people disappear, hadn't there? People he used to see out on the streets, that he doesn't anymore.

Link listens carefully to the details of this strange holiday.

"You wait for a big man in a red suit to give you presents?" These holidays all seemed to involved far too much waiting for Link's liking.

He much preferred to be able to work on his own timetable, where he could burst in through people's windows whenever he liked, in order to hand over gifts.

Link merely blinks, when he is suddenly showered with sand from Sonic's abrupt stop. Other than that, he shows no sign of surprise or being startled.

He just takes it in stride, and nods his head.

"Want to see the islands," he says.

"Technically we're supposed to be asleep. So it's not so much waiting for this arrival as it is the day to come when everyone wakes up to open presents!" Donnie brings a hand up since he's still holding Link's treats in the other, waggling around for dramatic effect.

"Anyway I'd advise not trying that here because likely by then I'll have my security system up."

Welp clearly Sonic needs to get better at judging his sudden stops on sand.

"Islands?" Sonic takes a second to look out across the water, sure enough there's some islands out on the horizon.

"Well, what d'ya know! I never noticed them before, guess I musta been distracted exploring the mainland! And, y'know, distracted by all the other, more horrible things."

"It seems like it's semi-frequently, at least," Radley says. "It's too often.... I hope they're going home, though...."

"Made them," Link says, as he hands them over. He's not sure what 'the boogeyman' is - or why Link is apparently standing in for them.

But rather than question it, he considers what to give York. York looks different from how he did in the Calibrations dream, but Link still knows it's him - and that he's a machine. Like a Guardian, but a person. If he can't give food, what can he give him?

"What do you...eat?" he asks. Is 'eat' the right word, for a person who is a machine?

Did Link need a reason to hunt someone down to shove baked goods at them? He didn't think so. Although in this case, it was for that 'Halloween' celebration. So he supposes there was a reason after all.

That was then, though. This is now - where Link just gives the Soldier a grateful nod when he lends his assistance. Now the logs are nice and still for Link, as he winds the rope around them to keep them nice and steady.

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