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Ending Part
Normal P.O.V.
As the moon shone down at the mostly cheerful people of Nevermoor, all coming back from a successful night of tricks and treats, an exhausted Fairy Princess Mog, Julithorne, Cadence the Sock and Captain Jack Korrapati found themselves wishing that they hadn't gone out that night.
What a terrible Hallowmas evening they had managed to have.
The four stumbled into the lobby of the Hotel Deucalion, their weary limbs threatening to give out beneath them. But their exhaustion seemed to completely vanish as the quartet actually paused and looked around the lobby.
It was empty other than the four teenagers and in a complete mess; toilet paper was strewn all over the floor, Kedgeree's concierge desk was flipped over in the middle of the floor, and the blackbird chandelier had a great ball of grey fluff hanging from it.
What had happened while they were out?
The four friends looked at each other wearily.
Where was everyone?
"Looks like Frank might have gotten a bit out of hand tonight," Jack muttered, raising a hand to lift the patch over his left eye, hoping to get a better read of the wreck of the lobby.
Morrigan elbowed him, frowning, "you can't just say that! What if it wasn't Frank-"
"What else could have caused this? On a night of celebration where Frank seems to be more alive than ever... well, sort of – minus the whole vampire thing," Jack gave Morrigan a pointed look before turning back to inspect the mess in front of them.
Morrigan sighed, nodding. Jack had a point... Frank did tend to go a little bit overboard with celebrations, and Jupiter was talking about how to reel him in this year. Doesn't look like that went too well for him.
"Does this... does this happen often?" Cadence asked, stepping over a desk lamp that had somehow found its way to the lobby at some point while they were out.
"Ah... not exactly?" Morrigan replied, glancing over at Hawthorne was frowning at something on a couch.
The curly-headed boy picked it up, turning to show the group.
It was a sock.
"Hey Cadence, I found your long-lost twin!"
"Excuse me? I make a much better sock than that... thing."
If her hair wasn't hidden by her sock suit, Cadence would have swung it over her shoulder whilst she gave Hawthorne a good-natured, sass-stare.
Morrigan shook her head softly at her friends as Jack reached the bottom of the stairs with an eyeroll.
"Come on, you lot – there's music coming from upstairs!"
The three friends exchanged a glance full of worry before running to the stairs, where the older boy now waited at the top for them.
"Come on, slowpokes – I think they're in the first ballroom."
Walking down the hall, the four found the doors to the first ballroom, and surely enough, loud music was blasting from within, and a fog machine must have been present as it was leaking from the gap under the door.
They stood there for a few minutes, afraid of what they'd find on the other side of the door and urging each other with some wacky sign language-type thing to open the door.
Eventually, Cadence went forwards and opened the door, revealing a very empty room, save the vampire-dwarf sprawled dramatically on the floor, a maid and chauffeur slow dancing in the corner. A snowy-haired man looking at a lady in a silky purple and black dress, who was looking worriedly at a man with bright ginger hair sitting on the side of the stage looking as if he was questioning his life choices for the seventeenth time that night.
Kedgeree looked over to the door as he heard it open, offering the four teenagers the warmest smile he could muster.
"Ah, welcome back, children! How was your night out?"
"Absolutely terrible," Morrigan replied with no hesitation.
"The real question is how was your night in? What the hell happened here? To the lobby?" Jack questioned, looking at his uncle, concern lacing his gaze.
"To be honest, Jack, I'm still trying to work that out for myself."
Jupiter raised his head from his arms with a far-off look on his face.
"Is Fen still hanging from the chandelier?" he asked.
"Uhhh... was she the fluff ball?"
"Yes."
"Well then, yes. She's still hanging from the chandelier," Cadence answered for the group.
Jupiter sighed, shaking his head.
Chanda looked from Kedgeree to the children.
"It's been a rough night for us all then, I take it?"
"I suppose you could say that," Jack muttered as Hawthorne said, "we met some pretty funky people..."
"Most of which we knew," Morrigan continued.
Cadence snorted, "and one of which we didn't know, but she recognised me."
"Oh?" Jupiter cracked an eye open to look at the sock-dressed teen, "even with your knack?"
Cadence nodded, "somehow, yeah."
"Anything else happen?"
"I swallowed a ladybug and got rejected by two women!"
"Squall's an elf... or something. Yeah, some kids show," Morrigan frowned – she still wasn't sure how real the night had been.
Jupiter didn't seem too perplexed so far... it was, in Morrigan's opinion, as if he was trying to act as if everything was normal when clearly nothing was.
"What about you, Jack?"
"I got hit on by two women far over the age of seventy."
"..didn't you guys say you knew a few of these people?"
"Well yeah, not me, though – from WunSoc. Elder... Quinn and... Dear- no, Murgatroyd."
Jupiter choked.
"I suppose pirates were very in season this Hallowmas then?
Jack scrunched his nose, "no amount of money will fix the emotional damage done tonight."
"Does that mean I don't have to pay you anymore?"
"Pffft, you wish. This Hallowmas sucked. I'm never dressing as a pirate ever again."
With that, the young eyepatched Witness turned and left, muttering something about "creepy old women" and "sleeping off this terrible night."
Jupiter hummed as if he was still trying to wrap his head around the information he'd just received about Quinn and Murgatroyd trying to seduce his sixteen-year-old nephew.
"Well, you three better head off to bed too... exhausting night – you'll find out more about.... uh, this," he gestured to the room at large, "tomorrow. Sleep well!"
After the three had left, Jupiter shook his head in disbelief, leaning against Chanda.
"I can't believe I paid him 2000 kred to dress as a pirate, just to become a charmer rather than a Witness. Ridiculous."
Written: 5 - 7 November 2021
Published: 8 November 2021
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