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Character Meet and Greet: Winter Wonderful!

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i.Main Street

Main Street has settled in for January, but there are still Christmas Decorations here and there to liven things up a little bit. Feel free to shop, mingle with the locals or explore the castle grounds.

Though after hours there are still some shadows that venture into the streets. Not everything here is as peaceful as it seems, and it’s best to defeat the corroded trespassers before they cause trouble.

ii. Cookie Overload

Do you like free cookies? Of course! Everyone does. After the Christmas Rush, there are plenty to go around, available only after the sun goes down to any hungry passerby. There are cookies of all styles and flavors. But watch out for the dreader sriracha cookie. It will make you breathe fire in three flavors and gives a bit of heartburn after, but the aftertaste will leave you craving more.

iii. The Eighth Wonder of the World
Now that the jungle has been purified, Apprentices can wander through to explore all the things the jungle has to offer. Take a (still somewhat shambly) riverboat and explore the river, or come to chat and trade with the villagers. (Shrunken heads, two for one special!) But beware. Even though the jungle is purified, it’s not a safe place. In this kingdom of animals, someone is always hungry.

iv. Pin It On Them
Some smugglers are hanging around the outskirts of New Orleans, selling dubious looking items from even more dubious looking bags. Do you buy from them? Haggle? Steal? (not recommended) Or quietly try to alert any sort of authority (good luck) The choice is yours.

v. Battle Mesa Gate
While the jungle may be purified, many other Kingdoms are still seething with corrosion. Erstwhile Apprentices will find such corrosion on the banks of the Rivers of America, right where the jungle river joins in. Fight corroded creatures on the shore and in the water and be careful, they are stronger than they look and cleverer than they seem.

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"At least it doesn't work like the portal machine that Entrapta and Hordak built," Scorpia said. Not touching the conscription bit, nope. "When that one was turned on, a lot of things got broken. Like... reality. It was super weird."

And yep, Crowley, that's a seeming contradiction you'll have to get used to with her. Yes, she's basically a walking tank who could probably snap most people she meets in half without much trouble. But she's also a big, buff cream puff most of the time.

"Well, your loss then," she said, taking a big bite out of one of her cookies before she realized he'd asked her another question.

She attempted to reply, but quickly realized that the mouthful of cookie was making her words unintelligible. After quickly swallowing she tried again. "Nope, I'm the only one like me," she said. "Well, the only one like me now. Or at least I think I am; everyone in my family was a scorpion; maybe everyone in my whole kingdom! But... I haven't seen anyone else like me since I was really young. Not in person, anyway." There was the photo she had of her mothers, and the now nameless members of the royal Scorpion family adorning the walls of Horror Hall... but that was as close as she'd come to another of her people for as long as she could remember. Something else she tried not to think too hard about.

"How about you?", she asked, latching onto the natural change of subject. "Does everyone from your world have wings?"

"Aby knows everything." He beamed. There was something in common. "They would like you." He scudded over to another plate nearby.

"Mine is made of me. What's a herb?" He'd never heard of one before. "You're a very nice crab." Since that also needs to be said.

"Really?", Scorpia said, smiling. "Aw, thanks! I bet Entrapta would like you too." If only because he was something new and weird for her to science over, but then, Entrapta tended to try and science everything. And she had a feeling she'd like him beyond that too, once she'd moved on to the next thing.

"And herbs are these kind of dried bits of plants." No, she had no idea there was such a thing as fresh herbs. "I guess there's not too much that's dried where you're from, though. At least not that would stay that way for long."

"Oh and I'm not actually a crab," she corrected him. "I'm a scorpion, and my name's Scorpia. What's yours?"

Called out his wings drew themselves up much like a regal cloak behind him. Demons did take special care of their wings and Crowley's were especially glossy.

"No. Most of the people on my world are like them."

He bobbed his head to the crowd.

"Normal, everyday humans."

Lovable idiots most of them on the cusp of falling themselves but they did all have their little moments of brilliance.

"Do you have magic?"

It was fortunate Crowley wasn't a bit of sea life easily dazzled by brilliantly flashing lights. He was able to watch the display through his shades with only the wicked thought running through his mind that it was a good thing Aziraphale wasn't here to see some strange guy flashing him.

"Hunting biscuits? They don't run very far."

Or humans? Hmm... maybe sending the old bag in there hadn't been as much fun as he thought. She might have had a near miss there.

"They tend to put the food on the tables. It doesn't walk up to you, scream, and run away."

Maybe the surly clarification would help, who knew. This was sort of like one of those first contact alien situations one sees at the movies and he wasn't really a diplomat trained in alien language.

"And temptations are a thing not a person. It would be like if you were torn between two choices and I encouraged you to pick the wrong one. You must have heard of the concept... "

A glance again at that large water holding bubble.

"In your aquarium."

"Yeah, I think there's a breather holiday every...month? Something like that."

"Dead food." He'd stumbled on the cookies by accident. They were tasty and filling but not very nutritious. And so very small. It's human food. Or...dee mon food. But not Keeper food.

He has to think hard about the temptations one. Right and Wrong are so strange. He knows dee mon doesn't mean clever or foolish. The Right or Clever thing is eating what he wants so he survives. The Wrong or Foolish thing is asking first, making survival harder. But this Right and Wrong is different.

The lights flicker out as he tried to think, but it's no use.

"No, I don't understand. You cant eat it" He knew that much. "Is it some kind of mating dance?" he scudded a bit closer, circling around the dee mon to get a look at him. "Your fins are very strange."

Would she? That was complicated. If someone liked him, he didn't want to eat them. Even if they were probably really tasty. But on the other hand, she probably wouldn't want to let him eat her anyway.

"Is she here?" He would like to meet someone who liked him. He wrinkled his nose at the explanation and some of his tendrils curled inwards in disgust. "I don't like dried. It hurts. But Aby likes dried. They like to stay up under The Sun... That's the big light... and get all dried and come back in the cool to get --undried. They are very cute but I don't understand them."

He wasn't sure she wasn't a crab. Because she looked like a crab. But he'd never known a crab to say anything. So maybe she was just using crab claws like crabs use anemones. That made him happy.

"I'm Keeper. I'm from the Deep. Are we friends?"

"Of course it's not alive. You wouldn't eat anything while it was still alive!"

Would he...? This encounter with the unknown took a sudden wrong turn towards the Twilight Zone or maybe it was more Tales from the Crypt. That show was always more gruesome.

Crowley was beginning to feel a touch ill at ease as if this large creature might suddenly throw its tentacles around him... A situation that was not helped in the slightest when the monster paced around him talking about mating dances and looking at his 'fins'.

Over the thousands of years he had lived and worked on Earth there had been those who desired him or her sometimes. It happened to some humans that the unique pull of evil simply drew them in... but this was an unnerving first. Crowley couldn't recall ever being checked out by a fish before!

His wings defensively flared, making him look as big and as bad a demon as you would never want to run into and his otherwise cool timbre shifted into a snarl.

"You aren't my type and if you don't back off I'll..."

I'll what, burn him? The damn thing is in a floating tub of water!

"Boil you in your own bubble!"

"I would." It was more nutritional that way. Sometimes he had eaten dead things out of desperation but they always made him sick. The dee mon made a defensive gesture, wings flaring. Keeper didn't really understand type, but he understood threat well enough.

"I won't eat you." He scooted away to give the creature some distance. "You're just very strange to look at."

"Wow, that often?", Scorpia said. "Really?" She'd been expecting maybe one or two a year, at most, but fun stuff to do every month? Sign her up! "You know, I'm really starting to like this place."

Scorpia nodded as he indicated the humans. "Yeah, there's a lot of them back home too," she said. "Though there's a lot of other kinds of people too. You'd probably be surprised how many, really." Though that just made being the only scorpion person stick out that much more.

At the question about magic, she considered a moment. "Well they said that I have magic here, but back home? Nah," she said. "The Black Garnet never worked for me, so I don't have powers like the other Princesses do."

"It's not the worst place I've ever been dragged against my will."

Because Lydia was there. He would have been a lot less compliant if she hadn't been there.

Given how at any given moment Entrapta had engine grease, soot, and various other things all over her skin and clothes, chances are she wouldn't smell or taste very good. But very little frightened her, and it was doubtful that Keeper would be one of the few things that did. Though yeah, she probably wouldn't let him eat her. Or at least not all of her; she might be willing to part with one of her limbs, given a compelling enough reason.

Scorpia's smile faltered and became a little sad at his question though. "No, she's not here," she said. "But if she does come through the mirror, I'll be sure and introduce you."

"Though wow you just described Entrapta there too!", she said. They had something in common! This was great! "I mean, I don't know what she thinks about being dry or wet, but the other part. I mean, I have no idea what most stuff she talked about means, but most of the time it makes her happy and excited, and she's really cute when she's that way."

And now he wanted to be friends? Best jelly-mer ever! "Yes! I'd love to be friends!" She moved to hug him, then stopped abruptly upon realizing something. "Um, is it OK if I hug you? I give really great hugs, but me hugging you won't pop your water bubble or anything will it? Cause that seems... kind of important."

"It's definitely not the worst for me either," Scorpia agreed. "Not even in the top five. Though I'm not really usually dragged places so that might have something to do with it."

"I bet she's tasty." That's a compliment. He thought faintly of Aby coming through the mirror but then the hard sad went through him and he decided not to think about it.

"Yeah! They're really cute when they're excited and they like humans a lot! A lot of merpeople don't." He shrugged.

He grinned at the agreement then hesitated.

"What if I sting you on accident and your claw snips a bit of me off." He couldn't guarantee he wouldn't sting on accident. Hugs were kind of scary unless it was from Aby or Ratana...or a merling. But she was none of those things.

"I'm strange to look at? You're clear!"

Which of the two of them made him far more bizzare in the demon's opinion. But Crowley relaxed, his dark wings folding slightly as the big hungry thing moved away.

"Two tables down... Try the sushi."

"Black garnet?"

There went his theory though. She looked like a magical being but maybe she was just an alien or an interdimensional being. There were a few of those around.

"It's alright. Don't be afraid." He bobbed a little further back. "All that food is dead. Only the cookies are good." He watched the strange being for a moment. "Is the sea nearby?" He says it with a longing hope, like someone who ached to go home after a long, hard, day.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

He snarled but some of that was just bravado meant to make the creature think twice before trying his luck with him. Much like a rattlesnake will give it's tail a good warning shake before actually striking as it would rather not fight.

"Haven't seen an ocean since I've been here... And we don't go in for that eating things while they are still alive thing especially people like that old lady you scared off earlier."

"Clearly you don't see much beyond your own nose." He sniffed. "As a matter of fact, I don't believe you are an angel. At least not one that I would want to associate with." Well, he didn't care to associate with many. But at least their politeness was there, if strained.

"Good day."

"That's because you're built like a tank," Beetlejuice said cheerfully.

Beetlejuice, being a slightly different type of demon than some of the others who had arrived previously, was probably not all that tasty, seeing as he was dead, and had questionable personal hygiene.

The first shock to the back of his neck got a startled curse.

The second time, he whipped around trying to bite whatever the hell it was that kept stinging him.

"If you're looking for something exciting, perhaps you should look somewhere else, boy."

She turns back to window. So far this one isn't as much of a prick as the other feathered being (she is refusing to call him an angel).

"I'm in the same position as you are. Taken from one world and brought to here to fight some creatures. I would hardly call that being a tourist."

That totally gets a slap across the face from her. Possibly there are some scratches too considering how long and sharp her nails are.

"You should talk, boy. You're quite rude yourself, and extremely closed minded. In fact, even ruder than me, since you're going about all high and mighty and being passive aggressive about. I at least admit that I am not polite.

"And my question was perfectly reasonable considering the situation everyone brought to this world is in. This place smells mostly human, and you are clearly not human. And I am very much doubt that you are one of my kin since I do not think Father would create such a fool."

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