Curiosity always gets the better of Viktor one way or another- in this case trying to figure out the odd traditions of the Trench and how they change each month. The spring-like festivity isn't exactly what he was expecting but after a month without the sun? A little color doesn't hurt.
He has no doubt that same color will somehow becoming menacing one way or another, but sometimes one had to roll with the punches, as it were.
So he's simply strolling down the boardwalk, crutch under one arm and wondering if he wants to even bother trying the dubious food when he's called. He glances over, immediately gathering it's a new arrival- immediately a little amused at 'least haunted.'
"Ah, I suppose it depends what you mean by haunted. If you mean least likely to involve some sort of menacing nonsense I'm afraid the selection is slim. Cellar Door and the Willful Machine at least are decently populated without much incident."
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He has no doubt that same color will somehow becoming menacing one way or another, but sometimes one had to roll with the punches, as it were.
So he's simply strolling down the boardwalk, crutch under one arm and wondering if he wants to even bother trying the dubious food when he's called. He glances over, immediately gathering it's a new arrival- immediately a little amused at 'least haunted.'
"Ah, I suppose it depends what you mean by haunted. If you mean least likely to involve some sort of menacing nonsense I'm afraid the selection is slim. Cellar Door and the Willful Machine at least are decently populated without much incident."