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' ... and remember; if you do see a Malayan tapir around, don't feed it! Don't even think of coming near it. They're an endangered species, after all. '
Cheryl had passed the building dubbed "Spirite Halloween" nearly everyday, and found its orange and black decorations more gaudy every time. It was like someone threw up the very concept of the holiday on the building, she mused. Even so, despite her initial suspicions, Cheryl inevitably found herself perusing the aisles of the store after hearing of its particular competition. Logically, she knew it was some marketing gimmick, but figured she had little better to do on this random day.
It's a lot bigger on the inside than it looks, she thought upon stepping inside.
Rows and rows of decorations and parts of costumes lay before her, but Cheryl struggled to see how any of them could fit together to make a functioning outfit. Even after looking through things for several minutes, Cheryl did not understand how anyone could find enough items that matched.
The person that came up with that contest was either a genius or an idiot, Cheryl supposed.
She paused to look in a nearby mirror, a pair of striped pants, a unicorn headband, and a pair of gloves with fake knives attached all in her arms.
This looks so stupid, Cheryl thought to herself, only to laugh.
Cheryl sat in a chair that was perhaps a bit too low to the ground for her stature, with a table set before her. Pumpkin guts and seeds littered the table (and the pavement beneath her), and she twirled a carving tool in her hand (despite how the nearby instructor had specifically said not to do so).
She looked at the pumpkin before her that she was attempting to carve, her expression pulled into something quizzical at best.
Dad always made this look so easy, Cheryl thought.
She gave the pumpkin and the carved face she had forced into its skin, turning it over with her free hand. Finally she frowned and sighed.
"Do I suck at this or what?"
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Maybe it was because the classes were free to anyone, or maybe it was just a way to pass the time that felt productive, but Cheryl had found herself regularly attending Spirale University. No one cared that she was only seventeen, and the process to take whatever class she wanted (bullshit ones or not) was really quite easy. Ultimately, Cheryl couldn't help but enjoy something that made her feel almost normal.
Today, she'd actually been on her way to the large, attached library when a particular sight made her pause. A lanky looking teenager, one with so many things shoved into their arms that she almost couldn't see their head. Pamphlets, mugs, stationary... all things clearly forced upon them.
Poor sucker must've been harassed by the clubs, Cheryl quickly deduced. She felt bad for them, and surmised that she didn't have anything better to do, so Cheryl stopped in front of them.
"You uh... need a hand there?"
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Well now I have to find some way of getting more icons for him. Anyway tag dump.
The cold stung at her cheeks, but she didn't particularly mind it; it was the refreshing kind of pain, like when her skin healed from a sunburn, to remind her she was still here, still alive. It was fleeting though, now that she'd entered the high-tech kitchen she'd heard rumors about. Those same rumors proved true, as the smell of baked goods and spices filled her senses.
Baking was never her forte, not now or before, but she couldn't help but give it a shot when she saw so many people enjoying themselves. She walked up to a screen, keeping to herself as she designed a cookie.
Cheryl only meant to make one, of course, but while the process was different the result was the same; it reminded her of spending the holidays with her father, something that felt like a lifetime ago now. Those memories were still so close to heart, and she lost herself within them for a short time. So, without thinking, Cheryl accidentally made an entire batch of gingerbread, all with varying appearances.
"Oh..."
"Oops."