The Nexus of Nightmarish Narration Advertised only by a beat up and hastily made wooden sign, the fairly large tent stands off to the side of the main festivities. The inside of the tent is lit only by a dangling, flickering lantern. It casts deep shadows behind those illuminated by it and seems to be ready to go out at a stiff breeze. Wooden benches and chairs are loosely arranged in a circle formation, to facilitate storytelling. Various, cheaply made props are scattered about the tent, one could mistake the tent for the backstage of a budget horror film with the amount of axes, machetes, knives, masks and ghostly cutouts scattered about. Velka sits in one of the chairs draped in a heavy cloak, partially to contribute to the brooding atmosphere, and partially to hide any potential use of magic. The cloak is thick enough to suffocate light and surely nobody would notice a few props out of place in the middle of a story... Service: A place to gather and tell horrendously written spooky ghost stories. Man door hand hook car door.
Kohaku had been wandering around trying to figure out what else he wanted to do instead of just drinking and eating his fill tonight. Or perhaps swiping two cookies from a stall that had little bat cookies. It wasn't like he couldn't pay for them it was just that well he was working on his slight of hand and he couldn't help himself. He was being too good or at least he had been doing so lately. He has seen a booth that would allow him to dunk a drunk which seemed amusing to say the least and he wondered if the drunks wouldn't just fall in on their own. Who really knew he wasn't about to go figure it out just yet either. He wanted something a little more entertaining to do then to let someone fall into the water because he had aimed right. He shrugged it off looking at some of the other games but nothing was striking his fancy right now. He sighed and then something caught his eye. A booth that was just off the main path he had been following. It was dark and he couldn't help but smile to himself. Yes this was a place that he could hang out for now. He walked into the stall finding the owner clad in darkness so to speak clad in a cloak that made the light disappear into it. And here he found props that would work nicely for scary storytelling. He sat himself right where he wanted to be seated and then he took a breath waiting for someone else to join them so they could get the spooky storytelling started.
