Once again, we come to the intrepid trio of Meliora Vitae making their way to a seasonal event - this seemed to be a consistent tradition for the captain and his two lieutenants. Was it the fact that they were glued together at the hip both for the necessities of their work, or for the sheer fact that they actually enjoyed each others’ company? No matter what the reason was for this, it was obviously going to come to pass that they would go to the next available event for them to attend. This was the way their collective relationship worked - Rhace proposed to attend an event, promised to the both of them that he would be footing the bill for it, and then he flew them both to wherever it was they were attending the event. If nothing else, he was a sucker for being a gentleman for the both of them, for in his mind he owed them about a million times over for all the hard work they put in to assist him being the captain of the ship. It was lonely at the top, and without their constant care and work for the people in their charge, he would have been flying a crashing and burning vessel directly into the side of a mountain for his own incompetence. However, with their help, he was learning- and that deserved the gratitude of a man who had not signed up to join this guild with the intent of becoming its leader. That alone had sort of made it… just happen. Such being the case, Rhace had vowed to show his gratitude to them in every way he possibly could, because they deserved it. Without them, he would not be even a quarter of the Captain he was now.
This time around, it was Halloween - a fall season spectacular where all sorts of spooky things came out to play, and apparently pumpkins were the theme of the day. Back home, this wasn’t something he had really celebrated. It wasn’t a big deal for him there, especially when he was surrounded by the four walls of Gran Keep. However, it was going to be a nice distraction from the work they had to put in. So, with gamma watch in charge of the Endeavor, the three heads of the guild had flown their way down to the surface world, where Rhace had selected Oak Town as their destination– and yes, he had literally pulled up a map of Fiore and thrown a dart at it with his eyes closed in order to pick precisely where they were going. He vowed not to tell anyone about the two small holes he put in the closest cabinet to the board in his office, having missed his first two shots. I mean, look, his eyes were closed, okay?
So, the shuttle touched down in a convenient clearing on the outskirts of town, and was sufficiently locked up so that none could steal their vessel. To this event, Rhace had decided to eschew his normal cape and switched it for a double-breasted black coat; it was a departure from his normal shoulder cloak, but hey, the weather was turning colder and it would be more suitable for the trip. With emerald eyes cast around, Rhace took a good look at the place they had arrived to. The festival appeared to be in full swing and people were milling about; nobody seemed to care that an aerial vessel had made a landing nearby and three people had stepped out of it; the place was too busy and too popular for most others to actually care. The place was festooned in hues of orange and black, with the entire event decorated wildly with fake skeletons, bats, spiders and other creatures of the night - as well as pumpkins. Pumpkins on little white picket fences. Pumpkins on hay bales. Pumpkins on tables. Everywhere you looked? Gourds. Too many gourds.
”Right then. I guess we’re here now,” he said to the ladies on either side of him, knowing full well that this was going to be an interesting night the second they actually decided to dip their toes into the festivities, to which there were plenty to experience. Music was blasting somewhere in the distance and Rhace knew that there was going to be a party kicking off any moment. ”Where to first?”