WHO: Sirikit and Zane Jones WHAT: Visits from non-murderous spirits WHERE: Starts outside Zane's quarters WHEN: Early morning, Oct 31st WARNINGS: Probably none
October 30th had never been her favorite day of the year. It was Mischief Night, and Sirikit was not so fond of the acts people could and did commit when they thought they had impunity. Tragedies were committed under such auspices. Not that toilet papering neighborhood trees was a tragedy, but the murder or four burlesque dancers certainly qualified. For the entirety of the 30th, Siri had been nervously hovering around her tree, afraid to leave it lest something terrible happen. She'd sacrifice herself to keep it from being so; she was expendable, the Wishing Tree was not. Mercifully, her day had been uneventful. It made her a day late in visiting an old friend, however.
At the door of Zephaniah's new accommodations, Siri took an unnecessary breath to focus herself. Doing human things, even in pantomimed gesture alone, helped her center her physical manifestation. Besides, she liked doing human things. Maybe someday she'd even learn how to pretend-eat. Today was all about figuring out a human costume for the night's festivities. She was dressed in a half-finished Groot costume, which for the moment consisted of a dark brown leotard with various pieces of carved up Amazon boxes stuck to her limbs and torso, yet to be painted to resemble bark. She thought it was coming along quite nicely.
Confident that she had one foot firmly in the human world, she reached forward and rapped her knuckles again his door. The corresponding noise thumped in echo in the hall. Beaming with pride, Siri rose onto the balls of her feet, rocked back and waited for the priest to open his door, a small box clutched in her hands at the small of her back.
"Zane?" she called after a lengthy pause. "It's Siri. Happy Halloween. I brought you a present."