The Bunwitching Hour

While the event says Bun-Bun Festival, that month lands in October - and ends on October Thirty-First. Halloween. The last day of October is also the time Daylight Savings ends, an hour entering a flux state. This is the year of the apocalypse, on top of all others... So surely, certainly, there is no special events planned, no rarespawns to battle, and not one single problem to be faced. Certainly.

It is early evening in Alne, the sun dipping and hazy orange on the horizon. Now, at the edge of town, where the herbs are planted yet again to draw the bun-buns, none show up. The festival stands silent and still. The landers are confused.

Further in town, near the Plant Hwyaden HQ and the square featuring the large statue of the Burning One, stalks a large monster.

Broad shoulders and thick, muscular neck covered in pale white hair leads up two two beady red eyes and a bunny nose. Floppy ears hang limply and without life to either side of its head, and its barrel chest is marked by a large bloody V. Stunted digitgrade legs make the hulking bunny kaijin drag large fingers and fat knuckles against the ground. A very Upper Body Boy.

It mists the air with heaving breath as it stops on the path towards Plant Hwyaden HQ, before jamming one meaty hand into the earth, sending a spiderweb of cracks along the path that begin to bud with carrot-green tops.

Whole Zom-BunBuns crawl out of the earth, staggering around on little floppy feet and meanacing the lawn.

MEANWHILE, IN THE WORKSHOP-YARD IN PLANT HWYADEN HQ:

Whiskey Sour chews on a bit of cured meat and messes with two vials, pouring into a third.

"Test number nineteen: Adherent type three with--" She reads the lable as she pours. "Carrot juice? Why would--"

Zom-BunBuns begin hopping around the yard. There's only one possible reason for this:

"HASEOOOOOOOOO-" Whis begins hollering, though the call is to all the Grug and Sub-Grug members of the team. "I'm really BUSY with an EXPERIMENT so could the MUSCLES please DE-ZOMBIE RABBIT our BASE???" Whis announces, though all in the general area are alerted to a World Quest:

Seasonal Event Quest: The Bunwitching Hour - Defeat ???

Between the Bun-Bun Festival and the ArmagedBun that temporarily cost her an arm and a leg (well a hand and a hoof) Kauchemar had plenty enough of the little long eared fuzzballs to last her for a while.

Alas it seems like the Week of the Bunny wasn't done with her yet, as the yelling about zombie bunnies starts. At first it just gets an eye-roll out of her. "You have got to be kidding me..." But a few minutes later when she walks out into the yard, she sees that it is anything other than a joke. "Well, these bun-buns are a little more my style! .... doesn't mean I'm not going to nuke them." She rubs her hands for a moment, then pulls out her lute. "Time to drop some hot licks." Hard-tipped fingers ring across the strings, producing an eerily crackling chord.

Small spouts of fire drop from the air, surging when they hit the ground to form Flame Wall barriers around the horde of Hopping Dead to try and keep them from swarming farther into the HQ than the yard.

     Well this is damn weird.

     Shin peeks his head in at Whis. He's about to offer her something to eat - he was passing through *specifically* to get some food to fuel his latest endeavor, which has had him buried in his room for entirely too long now - when Whis shouts out one of the oddest sentences he's ever heard.

     'Please de-zombie-rabbit our base.'

     There's a long pause.

     Then, "OK."

     He rolls his shoulders, puts his hands in his pockets, and heads over to find some food. Priorities.

     When he finally emerges into the yard he's got a piece of toast dangling from his mouth like an anime schoolgirl, a jar of preserves, and a spoon.

     "Mm'll hlp na sconf," he says at Kauchemar.

     Yeah he's just gonna eat for a minute. It might attract zombie rabbits! That'll put them in punching range, so that saves him some effort anyway!

Really? Zombie Bub Buns? Is this some sort of cosmic karma for being a dick to children and animals during his last quest? Or perhaps it's a rare secondary quest that has a chance to trigger after completing the one he did? Or maybe it's some sort of seasonal thing? Perhaps a mixture of all three? Screw it, knowing why it happened isn't as important as dealing with it, especially since he's being hounded to do his job.

"Yeah... YEAH! Stop saying my name like that! Yeesh, I'll get on it!"

The massive hoard of undead furry creatures that were probably designed to sell merch are soon met by Haseo and a massive scythe. The blade is swung low to the ground and in large arcs, mowing through waves of them with minimal effort on his part.

Which, truthfully, given that they seem to respawn after some time, isn't really accomplishing anything other than giving him the satisfaction brought by the abuse of small virtual animals.

Seliana sits on a crate nearby Whis, her stark white hair still tied back in a long ponytail. She stares upward as she kicks her legs in the air absentmindedly, as if she is contemplating something. As Whis mentions carrot juice, Seliana looks over at the black haired alchemist "Wasn't that one of the ingredients when we were testing the sight potions? It-" but she is cut off as Zom-BunBuns start bouncing in and Whis hollers to rally her meat shields.

Carefully climbing the rest of the way up onto the crate she stands so she gets a better vantage of the area, as she does new colors seem to seep into her irises and begin to swirl in a dull miasma. Small motes of multicolored light begin to appear around her as she watches the hopping nuisances. "Rabbits?" She questions, clearly not yet being fully familiar with the wildlife or all the BunBun events that have been taking place.

Giving the slightest of shrugs she raises her hand as electrical charges spark between the orbs of light around her. As she levels her finger to point at one of the offending creatures the electrical energy seems to congregate to the area just in front of it and then a blast of polychromatic lightning arcs out towards the little Zom-BunBun.

A sleepy-looking Count V meanders out into the workshop-yard of Plant Hwyaden HQ, his expression unfocused and distant. He'd come down from the buff that he was under a while ago, and crashed hard. His expression changes only at the sight of the Zombie Bun-Buns and what he can only assume is a Zombie Were-Bun. He stares at the sight of these for a long, long moment.

Then he turns back around, goes inside, and slams the door behind him.

When next he appears it's leaning on an upper floor window with a rather dainty looking cup of coffee in hand. Count V wiggles his staff vaguely towards the yard, "Shadow Bun Army!"

This is yet another entirely made up spell. It ends up producing friendly-flagged temporary monsters called "Shadow Bun?" that start roaming around attempting to engulf Zombie Bun-Buns.

If they manage to get a hold of one they briefly turn into a vaguely Bun-shaped maw of teeth that closes around the Zombie Bun-Bun and then become ever-so-slightly less opaque.

"That'll do." V decides, sipping his coffee.

Why yes, carrot juice - IN QUANTITY - was used as one of the alchemical ingredients in Seliana's vision concoction.

As a potion seller, Whis sells only the strongest potions. In this case, her wares must be protected from LESSER BUNS who wish to go into battle.

Thankfully, the members of Plant Hwyaden - while they weird and awkward sorts, who eat toast while being meanaced by zombuns - are a violent lot. With a combined arms of Sempai Toast, Flaming Hot Licks, coruscating p o l y c h r o m a t i c zappy-flashy, the grue-like existances of Shadow Buns, and of course, the Terror of Death's swinging reaping scythe: The ZomBuns are not an issue. Handily swept away, the respawns are kept in check with the general party's fray dice and sweepy attack frames and Count V's one-off Shadow Grue BunBuns who will certainly never ever backfire or become the enemy next year.

The hulking figure of the undead Were-BunBun reads the air like an animal, lifting its snout to scent the air and then advance towards the workshop area. It takes a step, and instead of the thud of weight shifting or the scuff of foot against ground, the soft toll of a distant bell sounds.

'Bongggggg. Bongggggg. Bonggggggg.' rings its advance, audible to all. On the twelth step, one would expect it to stop.

And it takes another, the weeping V of its bloody chest wound practically glowing in Haseo's presence.

"Uruuuuuuuuugh..." Groans the monster, heaving its breath as it pans over the party blasting its small companions.

If anyone counts the number of extant respawning ZomBunBuns - there's forty-three of them.

The sky darkens yet more, and then hangs in a colorful orange state, highlighting the Were-ZomBunBun in a sickly light.

Whis rolls her eyes. "Oh look. It's the monster that Haseo one-shot last night."

The Were-ZomBun reaches its meaty arms into the sky, grip the extantly dim full moon out of the sky like a cartoon, and drags the celestial object down out of the sky like a sticker, holding it like an orb against its chest, where it turns a colorful orange - like the sky.

Lifting the transformed moon over its head, the changes are revealed to be a large pumpkin. Smashing the lunar gourd onto its head, the jack-o-lantern of inner light flashes to life, unleashing a resounding HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

"In this world of unlife, the Bun-Buns will rise. We are... Bunternal. Bunventurers. Bunshackled!"

It's a spooky Jack-o-Lantern gorilla bunny boss. That's now, officially, Talking Shit.

Bringing both meaty arms to its skull once more, it holds its arms out to focus a beam of carrot-shaped candy corn first at the idle Shin Heno, and then sweeping outward to scythe Raid Mechanics across the whole of the Workshop Area.

Well that's a thing that happened, and now it's going to try and kill them.

Kauchemar shrugs after the rant, and points at pumkinhead zombunny as she dishes out the best retorting burn she can think of. "Bunnicula is cooler -and- creepier!" The carrot-corn machinegun fire sweeps along, but she nimbly hops and dances around the shots that splay in her direction.

Then returns her hand to her instrument, starting to strum something a lot more upbeat, but at the same time somehow a bit eerie and haunting to go along with her usual breaking into another Musical Number.

" o/~ A Binder is my butler; a Spectre my valet
A haunted sword and shield escort me on my way
My hooves can stomp with fire, but my voice is ringing cold
As I summon zombie skeletons to mosh pit 'round my show! o/~ "

Which is exactly what happens as is usual with her use of Grave Call, several undead bodies rising only to group together around the pumkin-zombun as they thrash around their rotting bodies wildly. It doesn't really matter if they don't do much harm when they haphazardly smack him, it's an effort to keep him from rampaging around while the others make their attacks.

" o/~ I'm the Bard of the Dead! Hellbound, ain't it grand?
Rock overture for the Underworld; one true Death Metal band.
I'm the Bard of the Dead! Dark Side royalty!
I'm upward bound from the underground, and you won't take that from me! o/~ "

     A beam of candy corn.

     A beam. Of candy corn.

     That's one of those things you just sort of never expect to see, even in a weird MMO event.

     Shin has to react fast to avoid being completely bombarded by weird, awful food. (Fight me, nerds.) His spoon comes up, swinging into the beam like a tennis racket against a ball. The beam ricochets off into the sky; the spoon flies out of his hands; Shin himself stumbles back from the sheer effort, waving his hand. There's a bruise on it.

     That was more cornergy than expected.

     The bruised hand pulls the toast out of his mouth to dip into the jam. He hops forward, one, two, three times; on the third time he flips forward to bring his heel down in an axe kick on the zom-bun and send it smashing into the ground to give somebody else a clearer shot. He kicks off the monster and skids back to his place for another bite.

     "'snconvnent," he manages around a mouthful.

     He takes a moment to clap for Kauchemar's musical number, though.

Seliana turns to gaze impassively at the now transformed Jack-o-BunBoss, her frown remaining unchanged while the dull colors dance in her eyes. "Isn't the idea of a one-shot to actually kill it? Not, you know, have it come back for revenge?" She glaces over at Haseo, though her expression remains static.

After moments consideration while she looks down, she opts to instead swivel in place until she points towards the possibly tasty looking pumpkin head of the boss that is spewing its verbal barrage. In a quiet monotone voice she whispers "Boom boom" and then several of the orbs of light around suddenly streak towards the hybrid boss. More continue to shoot forward in increasing frequency as the psychedelic lasers beams somehow seem to flash in rhythm to Kauchemar's performance.

At least that is the case until the candy corn hits her square in the stomache and she goes flying backwards, her hair leaving a trail behind her until she crashes into a heap of some miscellaneous of supplies.

"Aero." Count V declares, sleepily. A gust of air is called into being around his form, swirling tattered curtains around him obnoxiously as it works to protect him from the passing sweep of the CANDY CORN BEAM. He's not really a primary target, so far as he can tell at least, so it only shaves into a bit of the front of his HP bar after it manages to down his shield.

Disentangling himself carefully from the garbage default curtains so as not to also burn himself with coffee, he leans out the window and stares down at the Were-ZomBun.

Then looks over towards Kauchemar's performance-- he takes the time to set his drink down and applaud, which mostly consumes enough of his brainpower that he doesn't actually know exactly what he'd like to do afterwards.

"Bravo! Excellent showmanship, Kauchemar. Now, um. Er..."

He checks his inventory.

A moment later Count V begins pelting the Were-ZomBun with avocados.

He has no idea if the game knows avocados are not good for rabbits, or if it applies in this situation at all. But his brain really isn't cranking that hard, and it ate up a lot of sugar to connect avocados with bad for rabbits to start with.

"Why the... God, you too??? can't things just stay dead around here?"

Haseo slams the pointy end of his scythe into one of the zombie bun buns in frustration. This thing better not be a reoccurring boss.

"Shut the hell up with your lame puns!" Puns...Buns... He could have made that joke, but screw it, that's cringey as hell. No, he's gonna smash that dumb ass boss's pumpkin head in nice and clean like.

Raising his scythe back up of the ground, bringing the undead critter he impaled up with him. Gonna make this boss look like a real idiot for not focusing on him.

Haseo sends the stuck bun bun careening towards the GIGA UNDEAD WERE-RABBIT's head with an extremely powerful flick of his scythe, mostly to serve as a distraction as he recklessly rushes in to try and try and take advantage of the distraction by sweeping the monster's ankles with his blade.

Now, were the members of Plant Hwyaden not a quirky crew of bards and brainiacs and shady viziers and Haseo, this would be a telling fight between an enemy clearly out for their blood and channeling a combination of lunar power and spooky halloween malevolence into one off-season double header boss.

Instead, it's sort of a weird spooky concert?

The ambient Zom-Buns rock out to the music as if they are part of the 'concert' rather than the event. It's kind of all-in, with Shin and V deflecting the CARROT CANDY CORN chrome buster beams from the pumpkin head, and Kauchemar and Seliana making one hell of a concert and light show.

Literally! It gets a little hell-ish!

With Haseo going low with the support of Kauchemar's Grave Call, and Shin axe-kicking high with support from Seliana's rainbow beams and V's avacado assault bonking any remaining hostile Bun-Buns, the terrible event boss seems to be just as chumped as every boss before it. Battered, brused, knocked back and buffeted, its health bar depletes and depletes until it empties.

And continues depleting. Down and down. Mini-Gravestones start tumbling out of wounds, each with a single letter - either M, N, or O - etched on their face. It's surpassingly odd.

It reaches up again, towards the sky, unabated by the assault on its body. There's another phase, another transition to go through.

"I A M B U N S H A C K L E D" Roars the monster, and the V of red wounding glows with an unnatural light. The whole monstere rendered in pure white and dripping red, harmfully glaring to the naked eye. It reaches for the sky and plucks the green moon from the sky, drawing it into its head.

An explosion, dark and smoke-filled.

When it clears - as Whis casts a wind spell and complains about her 'work environment' - the Inspect function finally works on the ending creation. A dual-wielding muscle rabbit jack-o-lantern head weilding a red carrot sword and leafy greens shield.

MOON-MOON The Bunshackled Lv. ???

Without evne pausing for a mega man boss bar health fill, it immediately starts stunning shield presses into lunging juggling air combos with Haseo and Shin, requiring the party to immediately bail out the melee pair. The moves are nonsense, and the level feels overtuned.

     This is what Shin gets for trying to eat during a fight. He gets air-juggled.

     Shin goes up into the air with Haseo, bounced around by the attack. He makes some noises to the effect of (oof, oof, oof, oof), but he's not gonna be able to free himself - that'd defeat the point of a melee air-juggle!

     (Oof, oof, oof)

     Chomp.

     Shin waves his hands. Preserves go everywhere, caught up in the wind. Some of it splatters in his face. Some of it splatters on his coat. A lot of it goes disappearing into the wind on a jammy journey.

     (Oof, oof, oof)

     "Hllp!" He manages.

Kauchemar and the Zombunny audience are just bopping along to her beat, but that doesn't mean she's not paying attention to the rest of the fight. The Boss transforms AGAIN, and the first first shield and sword thrusts smash through the zombie mosh pit with little trouble. The Nightmare Bard, however, smirks a little as her eyes glow in that weird psychadelic lavander color they have. "Ooooh," she hisses between fangs. "NOW you're getting interesting."

Remember the 'haunted sword and shield' her lyrics previously mentioned? That's exactly what comes into play, as the ghostly armaments leap from their spot on her back and into the fray as she strikes an extra emphasized chord. "You might actually be a challenge now. But I'm a master at the rhythm game mechanic!"

Sure enough the two posssed armaments are moving in sync with the Bard's music, the Shield spinning to position to intercept one of the stunning blows.

"Let's see if you can keep up with my beat!" The ghostly sword quickly follows with a dark slashing motion. Both sword and shield get smacked around by its attacks, but being ghost-possed weapons they just tumble in the air a bit before reorienting and diving back in, shield intercepting blows while the sword buzzes around like a deranged hornet to keep pressuring Bunchained from getting his painful juggle combo back in sequence.

Climbing out of the pile of supplies Seliana carefully brushes off her dress as she watches on through the boss transformation sequence and unfortunate followup with the frontliners. Walking to the side she tries to find a new clear line to the boss as she considers her options. She is rather proficient at causing damage, including collateral, but right now she must consider other options or risk friendly fire.

Finally in a position with a clear line of sight her swirling eyes lock onto the ground. Stretching out both hands fingers splayed the tiny motes of light spiral forward, but rather then hitting the boss they splash along the ground and cover the area below the boss in shimmering multicolored ice. Time to see how he dances to the new beat.

Continuing forward she seems to be again heading to the crate which she was recently cast from, her red frilly dress now held close in her hands so it will not snag on any of the supplies in the yard. Perhaps she just hasn't learned or values the slightly improved vantage over a more safe location?

"Ahh... shit." Count V complains to the air in front of him, when things actually intensify to a Real gradient of difficulty. He closes his inventory, realizing at once that he can't keep treating this like a joke encounter. Stupid actually-real-challenges event bosses. A distant memory of a Headless Horseman event boss from Elder Tale echoes in the back of his mind.

"Fairy Healing! Fairy Healing!" He calls quickly, directing one each towards Shin and Haseo, attempting to fight the depletion of their health bars.

Oh no. Revenge values. "Damn iiiiii-"

Haseo, much like Shin, gets juggled like a giant sack of potatoes. Other than a desperate attempt to BLOCK with his scythe's shaft and the support of his nakamas to defend himself with, he's pretty much at the mercy of sick fisticuffs combos.

In the past, perhaps, Plant Hwyaden wouldn't have multiple front-liners to support their BACK - LINE - ONLY composition. Haseo would have been off being sad about his past, perhaps, or V's timely heals would be absent because he was working a shift, or Whis would be...

Honestly, Whis would probably be doing the same thing in the same situation. But she would probably not be a member of Plant Hwyaden! And so on, and so forth.

Now, this strange Easter-Halloween-Lunar Festival-Bugged Event was Kauchemar's spooky concert, ft. Seliana's magic eyes and rainbow SFX. Tracing the path here may be hard, but it's easy to put it all into context now.

Because right now an enormous jack-o-lantern bunny rabbit super (subpar?) boss is chain juggling the guild's melee fighters while a sparkling concert goes on.

It is that very concert that breaks the tempo. Shield bash, swipe swipe swipe perfect AI cancel move-reading seeking overhead into off the ground shield bash, rinse repeat. Coded in the same way people talk on optimization boards about builds and rotations. When it goes for round THREE on the pair of Shin and Haseo, a shield interposes. Blade meets carrot thrice, and then a sparkling multicolored ice-blast thunks into the rabbit, dropping it onto its back stunned by the same trick while Count V refills Shin and Haseo's HP.

The storm is weathered.

"Y o u c a n n o t e n d t h e w i t c h i n g h o u r ." Cackles the mouth of the jack-o-lantern.

Advanced DPS moves may be required. Thankfully... Nobody's pressured. And the boss is >Staggered<.

The heals come in as the boss's combo is halted. Now's the time for the offensive.

Haseo unequips his scythe, quickly going through his virtual inventory as he reequips himself with a plain looking great sword.

"I don't care about your stupid witching hour ending, so long as I end you!" Is it an eloquent comeback? Hell no, but it gets the point across.

A jump to the sky turns to a somersault as Haseo builds up momentum. The hilt of his weapon is firmly grasped with both hands before he finally slams into MOON-MOON, combining both his velocity along with simple gravity to deliver an earth-shattering blow, starting from the head all the way down to their pelvis.

Count V stares flatly out towards the jack-o-lantern. There is really only one thing that he can do in this situation-- only one suitable response.

The same response he gave yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. In fact, the same response he gives every day, Pinky!

"Nightmare Sphere!" Count V calls, finally giving his spell the attention and power that it deserves as he sweeps his staff towards the event boss. Just as before, a great rolling sphere of ominous purple-and-black bursts forth, touching down on the ground adjacent to the boss and spreading up onto it.

Then he goes back to spacing out *hard* in front of the window, glancing around in search of his coffee.

Arriving back at her crate she quickly scales it and faces the boss, her expression still as impassive as ever as she frowns in its general direction, her dress and hair waving slightly in the breeze. "Abomination, the undead are nothing but corruption." She drones in monotone. Perhaps she has taken some of what the High Priestess of the Temple of Law had to say to heart?

Raising her hand above her head palm open more and more orbs of light flicker into existence around her before zipping upward to where they meld with what appears to be a kaleidoscopic diamond spike forming in the air a few feet above her. As the orbs continue to collide with the spike it grows. Seliana's eyes begin to glow a faint light as she continues to stare at the enormous jack-o-werebun monstrosity.

After charging for some time the hovering diamond spike dwarfs Seliana and the surround area is cast in prismatic colors as it refracts the light of the moons, or perhaps it's own inherent energy. Then she swings her arm forward towards the BigBun and the diamond rockets towards it.

     Shin hits the ground with the warm and fuzzy power of Fairy Healing washing over him. He stands up, cracking his knuckles and leaning forward, then leaning back, testing his legs. His eyes fix on the monster. He grins and swallows the last of his toast.

     "Unfortunately," he says, spreading his arms in a shrug, "You got rid of all my jam. So now I'm all freed up."

     And then he just *slings* the glass at the monster's eye as hard as he possibly can. It turns out that's pretty hard - Were Fang strength is a hell of a drug.

The ghostly dancing weapons do their job harassing the Bunchained boss and giving the front line meleers a chance to get back on their feet. Though just before he's blasted by ice he manages to slam his carrot-sword into the ghost sword and sending it rocketing back across the yard! Kauchemar ducks just in the nick of time for the sword to clip past her and wedge blade-first into the wall. It wobbles up and down a bit, but the ghost can't work it's 'body' loose quickly.

A few midnight blue strands of mane flit to the floor, an indicator of just how close that was to taking off the Were Fang's head.

With an equine snort she stands back up and quickly runs a hand over her mane to fuss the rest of it back into place, and out of her eyes, their full unnatural glow on display now. "Well, then." Her instrument is actually put away at this point, because she's going full on songcasting at this point, her voice taking on a haunting reverb to it's already eerie sound as she gestures innately with one hand at the pumpkin-bun boss.

"I put a spell on you... And now you're mine. You can't stop the things I'll do; I ain't lyin'...
It's been such long months, and you chose the wrong day..." She stomps a hoof to the ground for emphasis as the fire-frame spectacles manifest around her eyes. "Now the Nightmare is mad... and there will be HELL to PAAAY!"

"o/~ I put a spell on you, and now you're gone gone gone, so long! o/~" She even does a little mocking wave to go along with the words.
"o/~ My wammy fell on you, and it was strong, so strong, so strong!
Your afterlife has thus been cursed... Because at the witching hour... I'm the worst! o/~"

Weaving together dark magic and bardic music with eerie fear inducing cry of the monster species the Were Fang is derived from, Kauchemar unleashes a deafing assault on Bunchained's ears and mind alike as she sings the final lyrics and much more demonic resonance to them.

o/~ I put a spell on you, and now you're gone! o/~

With the Nightmare Sphere powered singularity (which is itself powered by insomnia) holding the boss in place, it's a simple act to beat it up.

But no.

The finisher isn't a simple act. It is... an act...

In Concert.

In concert with the enormous technicolor diamond rocket--
In concert with the Great And Large Large and Great Sword Bisecting Blow--
In concert with the all-swallowing sphere of dark magic--
In concert with a bullet-like jar of jam--

Kauchemar's song is prescient. It tells the future. With a crackle, a tumble over, and a pouf of the ground as it thumps down, the monster explodes in a violent Star Fox Sixty-Four PKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

<Quest Complete!>

You're not sure you added this quest to your journal, but it's nice to check it off the list.

Whis groans. "Now I bet it was after those swag bags I grabbed. They had rabbit bits in them. Morbid, really." She rolls her eyes and gets back to alchemy. "Thanks for the assist, everyone. You were all very... extra."

Whis smiles. "In the good way."