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As you approach the quaint little door, you see several fog machines chugging away, releasing soft bouts of faux clouds into the air before the house. The smell of water vapor and something else- cinnamon?- pervade the air, giving a looming, eerie sense to the place. A red stripe crosses over the white paint that takes up most of the boards. The wood seems old and worn, but the paint is fresh, visibly thick in some places from what must have been multiple coatings. There's a small music player plugged in, playing an array of sounds: the droning wail of a foghorn, the joyful cry of gulls, and the sound of waves lapping at a shore. Fake seagulls with black, plastic beads for eyes hang by strings from the roof, flapping their wooden wings in a manner that’s almost goofy, the cause of the motion being the light wind of the late October evening. By the door, a tiny diorama of an island sits on a table, equipped with a little lighthouse that has a real light going, the noisy whir of the motor almost as loud as the sound effects from the music player. It’s not louder than the fog machines, however. The small light spins, but it doesn’t pierce the 'fog' very well.
As you approach the door, two figures step out. One of them is just a bit taller than the other, dressed in old-timey striped pajamas and handling a fake candle in what looks like an authentic, antique candle holder. The other gentleman is dressed like a sailor, with a hat and an antique lantern in his hand, the smell of kerosene coming from the little metal contraption as they both step towards you. The second kalon has a bowl of candy tucked in his arm, too, and he smiles widely at you. The first hesitates, nervously adjusting the shirt of his pajama ensemble.
“Hello!” The second kalon greets you, first. “It’s a nice night for a bit of sailing, isn’t it?”
“We’re a bit land-locked here,” the second kalon says, rubbing the back of his neck. “And generally sailing is better done in the day, isn’t it?”
“Hush,” the first says, pulling his hat off to run a hand through short, blonde hair. “You have to sail in both dark and light when you’re out to sea, ‘less you’re in the arctic circle during certain parts of the year. And you need the stars to navigate- or, it makes it easier, anyway. Constellations are a sailor’s best friend.” He smiles again, eyes closing as he seems pleased. “I’m Jonah! And this is Tuna-” the other kalon sighs, and Jonah corrects himself. “I mean, this is Nate. Tuna’s just my nickname for him, hehe. It’s my boyfriend privilege, so please don’t call him that.”
“Please just call me Nate,” he says in agreement, looking a little flustered. Jonah smiles apologetically at him, but he shakes his head a little when the other kalon tries to offer a whispered repentance. “Anyway, you’re not here about that, you’re here for candy, right? Well, let’s see…”
“Maybe uh, the fog was a bit much,” Jonah says, while Nate considers. “I prefer it when the sky is clear. More stars to see, that way.”
“Even on Halloween?” Nate tilts his head a little. “Um- where I grew up, it snowed a lot? It always snowed on Halloween, or most years it did, anyway. Almost feels like tradition.”
“Snow?!” Jonah looks shocked. “No, no, that would be too cold! You’d freeze in that costume! And me, too!”
“I don’t get cold easily.” Nate shrugs. “Well, what do you think?”
Prompt One!
What's the best kind of weather for Halloween?
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