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[Well... she said she was gonna have this talk with Makoto, so. She's gonna have this talk with Makoto.
She doesn't want to, she wishes she didn't have to, but... knowing that Makoto trusts her...
She doesn't want to risk Makoto hearing this from somewhere else and decide to push her away because of it.

Of course, she's braced for that possibility anyway. It's not gonna be a fun topic of conversation, but it's... it's gotta happen at some point, if Makoto really trusts her.
Which is why, sometime around noon, her friend gets a quick message in her inbox -]

heeeey makoto-chan! it's ibuki!
meet me in the park with the holes in a little bit, okay? if you're not busy!

[And...
That's where she'll be! Waiting in the park with the holes, sitting on a bench as she noodles on her little travel guitar.
Mostly to help try and kill the nerves that are coming with this.

There are a lot of reasons for her to be nervous.]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

Edited 2018-10-02 02:41 (UTC)

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

Please pardon this intrusion but I wish to avoid a horrible fate so I have to pass this message along to 10 other people.

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

where are you at

[Maya's not quite had as much physical evidence of someone hurting her before as the deep blue-and-red hoof-shaped bruises Makoto's bucking had left on her stomach. Maya'd never considered herself lucky to wear a uniform like the one she had (though she was lucky Rohan obliged to help make her more) before she'd needed to cover it, but the purple obi really helped her push the offense into the back of her mind.

She only hopes now that her injuries being covered will also help Makoto ignore it, at least for long enough for Maya to give her the message. Maya has her doubts when she enters the barn and climbs up the stairs that Makoto even cares to know, but before Maya has the chance to convince herself otherwise, she's practically already upon her friend.]

Makoto?

[She calls, browspots knit together.]

I'm sorry, it's just- I heard something that... maybe you needed to know.

MAKOTO, HOLY FUCK.

[A mysterious package arrives not at Makoto's house, but at the studios, still addressed to Makoto! In it is a horse head mask, kind of like the silly meme ones... but maybe a little cuter being made of patchwork cloth.

It looks like it's been commissioned from some human artist and sent over to Makoto's house without even a letter.]

hey are you

okay

[listen she's not entirely sure how else to approach this]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

[Sometime near the end of Makoto's workday, she'll get a visit from Maya, who tries to draw her attention from behind one of 8/12's aisle's.

Pssst. Psssst!

She hisses, waving like she's got to get Makoto's attention inconspicuously, but there's really nothing inconspicuous about her in the first place...]

yo! hammer princess!

you been around to the community center yet?

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, MAKONYAN. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 334.20.261.69 * MAKONYAN has joined 334.20.261.69 <makonyan> hey, if you're looking for makoto, you've got her! <makonyan>** let me know if you need anything. (＾▽＾)

8/30

as soon as it becomes 10/01

<IBUKI>

10/01 8,)

<εïз>

<ALOHANUILOA>

Reasonably after receiving the Rosch news

<pace_tua> [approximately 30 minutes after Todomatsu's confession]

September 13; you've got mail!

Sept 23