Who: Carnival, Stanley, Dorian, Corvina, Horror What: Family dinner Where: Horror’s tent, Midway Plaisance When: July 31 Warnings: Maybe language
If she’d been pressed to say why she was holding this supper, Horror wouldn’t have said. She didn’t need an explanation for what felt just right to her, and she didn’t feel she had to explain herself to anybody. As always, Horror did what she wanted, and it was up to everyone else to decide how to react. She had set the day and time, had extended the invitation, and now, had set the table. She’d done so with enthusiasm, humming under breath as she worked. Pristine tablecloth, perfect place settings, sparkling glasses. Everything lovely and ready, just waiting.
Corvina had arrived early, of course, wanting to make sure there really wasn’t anything suspicious in the food, and that there wasn’t anything lurking in the shadows. Not that looking over the food or the tent would prevent any surprises, but the tent was safe and the food, with the exception of dessert, had been ordered from and delivered by a catering service.
All that lacked were the rest of her guests, and Horror didn’t expect to miss them for long. She saw Corvina eyeing the chairs around the table, and Cold set her to sorting through a pile of material scraps to busy her until the others arrived. Everything, down to the seating, was going to be just as she liked.