Fixing the Haunted House {open=plot}

[NPC]

"Hmm, well, it looks like the sproingle's been unwound," muttered a frizzy haired woman. She was walking around the Haunted House, dusting her hands and staring up at it. The look clearly communicated that the woman knew exactly what she was doing there and that she knew exactly what must be done. She walked around the place as though it were her territory or, perhaps to be more accurate, as though she walked through places like this, and places much, much stranger, on a nearly daily basis. Once she'd sufficiently dusted her hair, the woman cupped her chin, rubbing it as she puzzled over things.

They'd sent her to fix the Haunted House, though things there were being... off. "Really, they should just let the people in and fix things!" the woman said to herself. She was not one to whisper, and she wasn't doing so now. "After all, they're not going to learn unless they get in there! It's like I always say: take chances, make mistakes, get messy!" There was another confident nod. The woman firmly believed in educating others and helping them to come to their own conclusions, not to mention doing things themselves. Of course, in her relatively limited experience, the woman had found that Tenebrae was not great in enabling its residents to do much. The staff and the Estates seemed to be perfectly fine with letting the people do what they wanted, but not so great at actually helping. No, that was where people like the woman came in.

"Well, I just need to find a few helpful citizens who are willing to get right in there!" the woman said. She nodded confidently and turned, looking for those that might be interested in, well, taking chances, making mistakes, and getting messy.

[Fumio Yoshi]

Fumio had taken the night off and decided to walk about through the faire, see what was going on. Still in his blue coveralls with his work patches on, he at least unzipped it, pulled the topp half off of his arms, and tied it around his waist, leaving just the white undershirt exposed. The crisp fall day was confortable for him at least. As he slipped his hands in his pockets he felt his two favorite tools still in there. A racheting screwdriver with 12 different bits in the handle and a swiss army wrench set. He thought he left them in his tool belt. Shrugging lightly, he just headed to the Haunted house. It should at least remind him of home.

Walking up to the moble building, he walked up the stairs and heard a woman talking to herself quite loudly. Something about fixing things. His job and passion was in fixing things so he walked over to her, waving a hand lightly. "Hi there, something wrong here?"

[Lillian Tinkerbell]

Tink had been at work all day. She had been there when a certain frizzy, red-haired woman had come into the shop asking for supplies to fix the haunted house at the falle faire. She had ordered a heap of things, and the boss had told her someone would deliver the supplies after the shop had closed. Of course, that someone would be Tinkerbell. As if the boss was going to work longer when he wasn't paid to. When the shop had finally closed, she'd packed all the supplies into the back of the shop's delivery bike and had pedaled off just as the sun was starting to set.

The young blonde woman rode through town in the chilly fall air, her hair in a pony tail whipping about her face in the cool breeze. She was glad her day was almost done. After the delivery, she planned to go home, heat up some leftover meatless chili and take a nice, long, hot bath. Before that, she had to drop off these supplies, which if the crowds had anything to do with it, would take longer than she really wanted. She frowned as a huge gaggle of giggly girls passed in front of the bike, making her stop suddenly. The supplies in the back cart jangled loudly at the sudden stop, which made the group turn and stare at Lillian. They then snickered and hurried away, leaving Tink to glare after them. She instantly knew why they had been giggling: her outfit. Okay, so it wasn't the most fashionable; she started thinking as she rode off again. It was perfect for working in though, especially around this time of year. The black overalls provided warmth and freedom of movement; plus they had lots of pockets, which were good for storing stuff in. The quater-length sleeves on her forest green top kept her arms warm during the cool mornings and nights, but they could easily be pushed up when the day got warmer. Then there were her black boots, which had steel toes sewn in them, good for protecting delicate toes. So sure, her outfit wasn't fashionable, but it was functional. It was just a work outfit anyways, not like it really mattered.

By the time Tink reached the fairgrounds, dark had truly fallen. She rode her bike to the service entrance, where she was stopped and questioned. Sighing, she reached in her pocket and pulled out the note her boss had written, explaining why she was there. After reading the note, the guards nodded and waved her through. A few minutes later, she stopped the bike at the back of the haunted house. She could hear the easily recognizable frizzy woman's voice talking loudly at the front, something about getting messy. Tink frowned and hopped off the bike, walking around to the front of the building. She stopped for a moment when she saw a man walk up to the woman, but she couldn't go home until the supplies were delivered, that meant telling the woman they were there. She took a moment to type a message into her talking device before strutting up towards the woman and pressing the SAY button. "Miss, the supplies you ordered from the repair shop are out back. Do you need help unloading them?" The question was required by her job, but the faster they were unloaded, the faster she could go home.

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Shock had been skipping along the crowds with her green witch’s mask covering her face and her pointed hat bobbing on her head. She quickened her pace up to the line when she heard the mention of a haunted house from one of the passerby’s. A haunted house was just perfect, and it certainly sounded like the scariest thing she might see around this place! She tried to picture what monstrous creatures and creepy crawly things might be lurking inside. She hoped there would be plenty of tricks and traps to be found there, enough to scare people right out of their pants, just like her hometown was known for. Even though she had just arrived here, she had been looking for something familiar, scary and dark like her home, but this seemed to be the closest thing she had heard of so far.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be shut down for now and roped off. The dark haired girl adjusted her hat and blinked as she heard mention of repairs. Repairs for what? Had it been damaged? Well, that didn’t really seem to make any sense to her; the more unstable and dangerous the building was, the scarier it would be! How cool would it be if they just fell through the floor, or the roof collapsed in some places? That would definitely cause people to be even more afraid, perhaps even before they encountered the monsters and traps. Since that didn't seem to be the problem, maybe the staff just couldn’t get the house to be scary enough? She didn't see anyone like Jack Skellington or Oogie Boogie around to make it extra terrifying. Yes, that was surely it, and Shock just knew that she could teach the woman with the red hair all about how scary a haunted house should really be like.

“I want to help fix it! Pick ME! PICK ME! Don’t pick these other losers! They don't know anything about haunted houses! I know everything about haunted houses!” Shock exclaimed rather loudly from behind her mask as she pushed her way past the people in the crowd and made her way to the front. She waved her arms wildly, just in case anyone were to miss her shouting.

[NPC]

Ms. Frizzle looked up as Fumio approached. Like most of the staff, she had access to the various files and such, but really, one of the Frizz's abilities was knowing things and people that most didn't. She greeted the lanky lad with a broad smile, already figuring that he would be a perfect candidate for precisely what she had in mind. As though further confirming this fact, another arrival had, well, arrived. Ms. Frizzle recognized Tinkerbell too, though she wasn't sure she should be informing the other that fairies didn't normally exist. Things were definitely different here in all the best ways.

"Ah, and here's our third!" said Ms. Frizzle, clapping her hands together as Shock arrived. The Frizz didn't have nearly as much information about the latest arrival, though she already felt a little more inclined toward someone who was definitely on the younger side of the age spectrum. Her smile was warm and inviting as she scanned the gathered trio. "Well, I had hoped for a slightly larger turnout, but really, it only takes a few good minds to tackle a problem! It's as my second cousin Yukon Fixit always said: 'you just need elbow grease and regular grease, and sometimes you don't need that!" The woman ended her little impression with a whoop and a clap, walking around Tink.

"Right, so we've got some parts to unload in the back. Fumio, Shock, Miss Bell, if you'd come along with me, we'll get those parts and get to working! There's some loose bits and pieces in the house, and, well, we need to put them together!" The Frizz smiled and gestured, already marching, counting on her charisma to carry them. After all, you wanted to follow the Frizz on her journies, not least of all because you'd be perfectly safe while it happened. Call it her gift.

[Fumio Yoshi]

He didn't know if it was the saying that made no sense yet did, the stereotypical miner kick up, the fact she knew exactly what was wrong and still 'happily' accepted help (perhaps too happily), or the way she marched, but Fumio had a bad feeling about all this. He just followed her around back to pick up the supplies. He was now the only male in a group of all females. With this and his temporary living arrangements with Fluttershy and them, he knew how his redheaded friend must have felt. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he turned the corner right after the red head with the frizzes.