Ravenna sorts through the theater's various scripts. The latest one Arata found wasn't a pleasant read. Ravenna didn't enjoy having to sort papers, especially ones detailing such horrid real events and learn about people that have been retconned from existence.
Ravenna makes her way over to a shelf, trying to devise what to sort this one under. The shelf contained every genre across every universe even stuff like yaoi, cosmic horror, smut and embarrassing fanfiction created by the gods. Hmmm… soft girl's love… no Ravenna stop the beating of your little Himejoshi heart. Psychological horror or dark fantasy now?
As Ravenna sorts, she notices Arata's return to the theater. In a shock she asks him, "Hey how'd you die?"
Arata's body collapses to the floor as he stares up to the ceiling, "Don't wanna talk about it… ate something bad. Pipe bomb in a Snickers bar."
Ravenna's eyes widen in shock, "I swear to god the creator's real asshole for that. There aren't pipe bombs nor Snickers in an isekai. He's clearly got it out for you, this is why devious green creatures make for terrible creators…"
Confused, Arata decides to ask, "Didn't the creator… send me here?"
Ravenna shakes her head, "By the creator, I mean the author… he's a real asshole… although maybe they're secretly the same person, I dunno the author seems a lot less omnipotent."
Continuing Ravenna explains, "He's very much got bad grammar. He can't tell the difference between it's and its. He's inconsistent with writing the novel, bitches that webnovel doesn't have any font options to add Courier New to scripts and he's short."
Arata's eyes widen, "Hey… aren't you being a little harsh. Maybe they have a life outside of publishing?"
Ravenna shakes her head. I actually had more but that'll have to wait… Arata must be feeling a little homesick; today would be Halloween in his world… I think? Is every day technically Halloween? Is there no Halloween? Gotta get the mannequins for something real quick.
The theater is suddenly shrouded in mist, cobwebs and pumpkins as orange and black confetti falls onto the stage. "Hey Arata, happy Halloween! We're going trick-or-treating in the theater, I'm dressing up as an angel. What are you going to be?"
Arata raises an eyebrow, "Aren't you already an angel?"
Stripped of flight… My halo no longer shines… Professor was wrong. Ravenna creates some curtains from thin air, changing behind into an open back dress. Ravenna takes out a fake wing and some LED light strips. Handing the fake wing to Arata.
"Help me attach this to my back… c'mon Arata, are you staring at it?" Ravenna glances back with a subtle blush.
She takes note of Arata's stunned expression, his eyes glued onto the red streak across Ravenna's shoulder blade, the scar looking cracked with red peeking out underneath stitching. It's weird seeing such human measures of treatment used on a higher existence such as an angel.
Ravenna distracts Arata, asking him, "What do you think of the stage dressing I put onto the theater? Not bad huh?"
"Needs to be scary… isn't this a Halloween special?" Arata asks, getting the wing attached to Ravenna and setting up the LED lights in her broken halo.
Ravenna pouts slightly at that comment, groaning out loud, "Oh shut up, after last chapter are you really in the mood for something darker, Halloween is a holiday first, it's meant to be happy!"
Arata nods, conceding to Ravenna's point. He needs a costume… I'll make the mannequins force him into one. Ravenna selects a costume as some of the mannequins suddenly stand up.
"Strip him down guys. That won't do for Halloweeen." Ravenna haughtily laughs as Arata is forced into an old European noble suit with fake fangs. He looks enraged, Ravenna was completely out of line for that especially when he was careful in his method of helping her dress up.
Arata shouts "Hey-"
Arata is already whisked away from his thoughts as Ravenna grabs his hand, taking him down a suburban street, born of stage props, at each door is a mannequin offering up packing peanuts, much to Arata's confusion.