Hanna F. Cross

[It's a bit odd for Hanna, not being home on the Day of the Dead. It messes up all his personal traditions...but he's fine with trying something new.

Hanna's tired, and he looks just a little sad, but he's still smiling as he goes through the graveyard. In one hand is a large bouquet of bright yellow marigolds, the other hand has a box filled with cookies. He tried to bake his own, but that really didn't work out.]

I hope they don't mind that I didn't make em...though, they probably would prefer store bought over my homemade monstrosities. Haha!

[Hanna laughs slightly, before he gets started, going over to a grave and sitting down in front of it. He pulls out a marigold and a few cookies, placing them on the grave. He stays at the grave for a few minutes, just talking to it, before he moves on to another grave, repeating the process.

It's the Day of the Dead. Even the dead of the City deserve something special...the dead don't all have names, or properly cared for headstones...or even names that Hanna knows. How long have they been here, who were they?

Well, regardless, they deserve something special, a little respect on a special day.]

...shoot, I hope I got enough cookies and flowers...shoot, I hope they like cookies...Maybe I should come here more often...it's sort of nice.

Hah, I wish Gallahad was here. I'd make it his best day ever! We could even pretend it was his birthday!

[He laughs again, before smiling slightly and turning back to the grave he's sitting at now, in the back of the graveyard.]

Hee, sorry. Went off on a bit of a tangent there...anyway, where were we?

[He goes back to talking to the grave, moving to another one after a few more minutes. This is his plan for the day.

After all, he can't visit the graves at home, so make do with what you got?]

Sorry about yesterday...I don't know what happened. I mean, I know it was a curse and it had to do with names, but...why a straitjacket? Weirdness.
I guess now I wanna learn more about my name, though. Maybe I'll finally figure out some reason why my folks gave it to me. Besides to torment me, of course, which will always be the mail reason.

Or not. Who knows? I may find nothing? Ah well, that's life! And this gives me a chance to adventure to the library, which I haven't done yet. And books are always fun. Bit musty sometimes, but always fun.

...

Speaking of life...Has anybody seen Joey? He's sort of a ghost, but not really because he's solid, and he uses really weird slang...he's my friend, and I was gonna ask him what happened to him yesterday, only I can't seem to find him...

Sure hope he's ok and not drunk in an alley somewhere. Alleys are not the best place to sleep, I know. I mean, they could be a lot worse, like a dumpster...oh, I hope he's not in a dumpster either. That'd be bad. Not that I'd know, I'm sure there are some very nice people who live in dumpsters!

...I forgot what I was saying. OH YEAH, JOEY. If anybody sees him, lemme know. I was gonna ask him what he could know about the monsters. He seems like the kind of detectivey guy that would know stuff about things.