The sun rising over the ocean is a spectacular sight, but most of the trainers scattered around the beach are far from being in the mood to appreciate it. A few are clumped around the dying embers of the previous night's bonfire, dark circles under their eyes and aching all over. Those who wandered off to try and find a place to sleep are hardly better off, having spent a frigid night out on the sand, which has by now crept into all sorts of uncomfortable places and firmly refuses to be dislodged.
The ragtag group starts to drift to a point of congregation near the center of the beach, staggering in like zombies and avoiding one another's eyes when they reach the main body of the group. The crowd is hushed; at last, a half-hearted roll call is taken and, to no one's surprise, one person is missing.
Trainers fan out, combing the beach for any sign of Animorph, the unlucky individual who failed to show himself at the meeting. The area of the beach set aside for the Halloween Festival is large, but nowhere near as large as the whole of ASB Central, and so it is that soon enough Animorph's body is discovered floating gently on the morning tide, bloated by seawater. The morose group to fish it from the water are left with but one question to chew over--where might his head have gone, and exactly what sort of creature leaves such big teeth marks?
Animorph is dead. He was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nominations.
The ragtag group starts to drift to a point of congregation near the center of the beach, staggering in like zombies and avoiding one another's eyes when they reach the main body of the group. The crowd is hushed; at last, a half-hearted roll call is taken and, to no one's surprise, one person is missing.
Trainers fan out, combing the beach for any sign of Animorph, the unlucky individual who failed to show himself at the meeting. The area of the beach set aside for the Halloween Festival is large, but nowhere near as large as the whole of ASB Central, and so it is that soon enough Animorph's body is discovered floating gently on the morning tide, bloated by seawater. The morose group to fish it from the water are left with but one question to chew over--where might his head have gone, and exactly what sort of creature leaves such big teeth marks?
Animorph is dead. He was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nominations.
