A portal opens up in the Relaxation Room close to Halloween night. Rather than frost, the gate shuts with a playful flurry of faintly glowing, golden flower petals. It appears to be the tail end of a very long and unexpected journey off the Pole.
When Miguel's mask blinks off, he looks tired and a bit disheveled. In his arms are the fruits of his errand: an assortment of richly-colored marigolds and other flowers. One in particular had a faint glow, and its petals were a creamy pale color closer to bonemeal than gold.
There is also a plastic bag of candy that most certainly garners some elfish attention when he sets his things down with a -Thunk- on a table.
"Don't touch that. It's not for you." he snaps at a curious hand taking a chance with the sweets. The sudden, harsh tone elicits a peep out of three elves, tripping on each other in a snowballing comedy of errors.
Cempasúchil and Candy (Open)
When Miguel's mask blinks off, he looks tired and a bit disheveled. In his arms are the fruits of his errand: an assortment of richly-colored marigolds and other flowers. One in particular had a faint glow, and its petals were a creamy pale color closer to bonemeal than gold.
There is also a plastic bag of candy that most certainly garners some elfish attention when he sets his things down with a -Thunk- on a table.
"Don't touch that. It's not for you." he snaps at a curious hand taking a chance with the sweets. The sudden, harsh tone elicits a peep out of three elves, tripping on each other in a snowballing comedy of errors.