[ Dark night, gnarled branches finger-stretched against black soaking blue sky, crisp mountain air that bites the lungs and grows beneath the ribcage—that was what the daemon had fallen asleep to, contented as any animal in making due outside when traveling.

But a fresh ache grows at his nape sometime into the night, and frustration has the young man kicking out a sandaled heel. Meeting something that gives a squeak (or squish?), and then a scattered resounding topple-thunk. ]

... Ha?

[ Exhale on the cusp of it as he cracks a golden eye; white tile, plastic bottles and.... now, a bunch of those plastic bottles oozing on the ground. Shampoo everywhere. A real nightmare to clean up, if you know what shampoo is.

Only this guy doesn't know what he's looking at, or where he's looking at it. Did he just wake up in your tub? Whoops... ]

[ Certainly haven't been here before.

An idle thought as the wayward samurai absconds wherever he woke up and sets eyes on the town. Unfamiliar in most ways, from the dreary fog to the stretch of gaunt faces. Rubbing his neck, he does what any fresh-faced adventurer would do: asks the nearest person what's going on. ]

Hey. You a ... local around here?

[ If it's any indication from his dress, styled with kimono and armor, this guy definitely isn't. Sore thumb, right out there. ]

[ A dagger glints as it cuts into pumpkin flesh, tip of the blade sinking into firm body and creating a neat seam of slice. Rokurou's quite focused, always intense when it comes to the one thing he's good at—cutting—so much so that he hardly notices the ominous row of jack-o-lanterns right behind him, watching in horror as he makes work of a fellow pumpkin.

Or maybe he just doesn't care. Though the sense of being watched is strong enough to make fine hairs rise along the slope of his shoulders even beneath layers of clothes, he's quite calm as he digs a finger into the top and plucks out a hearty slice of pumpkin. ]

Want some? Not as good as sweet potatoes, but not a bad snack.

Celebrate the changing seasons?
I don't.
But it's not uncommon for towns to have festivals, is it?

( Happy to wildcard too, if you wanna throw something at me or reach out. Plurk is bigwoof. Cheers! )