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Hansel and Gretel Lived in the Woods

Who: All children and teens welcome.
What: The house made of sweets is begging to be ~~eaten~~ explored...
When: Halloween night!
Where: Only five minutes' walk into the woods...

Once upon a time, a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel. And everyone knows how that turned out. Their story is concluded. This is the story of a group of children who, alone, amnesic, and weary, wander into the woods chasing a wisp on the darkest night of the year, searching for a glimmer of excitement to light their hearts. This is the story of a group of children, who, if lost, would never be missed, not even by a poor woodcutter. Who mourns those with no past or future?

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I bet it's more pie. Let's see!

[Palom runs up eagerly, ignoring the fact that this was a giant open oven and stands as close to the flames as he dares.]

It's too bright to see...

Hey, careful!

[Rosalia hurries after him, trying to keep an eye on Palom to make sure he doesn't accidentally fall in. That fire looks strong; she wouldn't want anything to happen to him.]

Maybe we can find a way to make this fire less intense. Then if you want to see if there's anything in there, it won't be so dangerous.

Hm....

[Brilliant idea lightbulb! Palom holds up a hand and a fireball appears.]

[Whoa. She can't make fire. Or if she can, she hasn't remembered it yet.]

What are you going to do with that?

I'm not really sure, but I bet it will work out!

[And so Palom sends a blast of fire into the oven, which... responds by belching out massive flames. Might wanna duck.]

Watch out!

[Rosalia lets out a yelp and tries to pull Palom with her out of the way of the burst of fire.]

[The flicker of flame seem to be some sort of chemical reaction to Palom's magic and die off the moment he stops casting Fire; he winces a little from his position on the floor.]

I guess whatever's in there is done now.

Thanks.

[Rosalia looks up to check the oven and breathes a sigh of relief once she sees it's clear.]

It's not a problem. But be careful next time, all right? You could have gotten hurt that way!

It's nothing! I wouldn't have done that if I didn't know I'd be able to deal with whatever happened. I'm too good to get hurt.

Well, then, don't make people worry about you! You scared me.

[But she can't stay mad for long, so--]

Should we get away from that oven?

Oh.

...Sorry about that.

[Palom looks mildly uncomfortable for a second or two before nodding.]

Yeah, OK. There's better stuff to eat outside, any -- Whoa!

[And as Palom tries to take a step away, he trips.]

That's w -- augh!

[And slides again. Closer examination of the floor will reveal that as they were lying on the ground, the floorboards were slowly oozing...]

What is this stuff, butter?

[Ewwww. Rosalia's scrambling up now, trying to avoid the stuff on the floor. It's hard, though, and that just aggravates the panic that was fading up until now.]

I'm not sure I want to find out. Let's go!

W-Wait, help me up!

[Palom's frontside is coated in slippery oil by now as he keeps attempting to slide forward.]

Oh! Are you all right? Hang on!

[She tries to pull him up, but then the added effort along with panic causes her to slip herself.]

Ah! Where's all this stuff even coming from, anyway?

[Palom helps by grabbing at her clothes and trying to pull himself upright. This probably only gets the two of them even more slippery.]

I don't know! Maybe this is what happens when the house is making new candy to rebuild itself or something...!

I probably shouldn't have taken so much...

[Behind them, it seems the roar of the furnace is beginning to increase in volume...]

[She heard that.]

Oh, no...come on, we've got to get out of here!

[But easier said than done, and after a few seconds of more panic she realizes that maybe they're not doing the best they could.]

Okay, hang on. You stay down. I'll try to get up and then pull you up too, all right? And then we have to run!

...O-OK.

[Palom looks a little shaken as he glances back at the furnace. He mumbles something.]

...I'm sorry about playing around earlier.

It's all right.

[Rosalia slowly gets up, using some nearby furniture to brace and support herself despite all the butter on the ground. Keeping a tight grip on it, she reaches out for Palom too.]

Let's just be careful about this in the future, huh? Once we're both okay.

[Palom will slowly slide forward along the ground and reach out towards Rosalia. ...Success! As soon as he tries to use her weight to pull himself forward, though...]

A-Ah!

[There is an odd squelching sound.]

My shoes! They're stuck! ...C-Caramel?

[Caramel? That's sticky...uh-oh. Rosalia quickly checks her feet, trying to step away to avoid the stuff without losing her grip and balance.]

Can you shake them off or anything? And then be careful about where you step!

This is the worst candy house ever.

[And Palom will very carefully try to pull his feet away without sliding to the ground again. Rosalia is probably lucky enough to get away unscathed.]

...Hey, what happens to caramel if you set it on fire?

You want to try that again?

[Rosalia definitely seems alarmed by that, but then again...]

I think...it hardens? It's a lot of burnt sugar, isn't it?

[A second look at the floor, another half-panicked shift in weight, and--]

If you're going to do it, hurry!

...O-OK, well. Here goes!

[And Palom will aim a fireball right down at the floorboards. Wherever the goo is coming from, it has to be somewhere down, right? For a moment, it doesn't seem as if anything is happening, but soon enough, the caramel stops oozing. Palom breaks a foot away.

...Perhaps more surprisingly, the whole house begins to shake soon after.]

[Rosalia lets out a full-out shriek when the house begins shaking.]

Come on, let's go before it's too late!

[And with his feet now crusted in caramel, Palom has better footing on which to begin to flee the room.]

You sure it's not too late already?! It sounds like it's gonna explode...!

[It doesn't, but exaggeration is one of his many talents.]

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