[As if Quin wouldn't sense the building unease in the air and immediately hop on the journey over to the new entertainment island for a daytrip. She thus spends the bulk of her day until approximately dinnertime over on Seagull's Playground.]

i. mini-golf;

If only you were a little more useful to me... It's a pity you're synthetic.

[Waltaquin is on the sweets-themed mini golf course, taking a break from her latest over-par run to sit in the driver's seat of a golf cart. Iron over her lap, she's turned backwards in her seat and is talking idly with the Spirit Halloween skeleton.]

Keep your chin up, though. [She laughs airily.] I think there are still plenty of opportunities for you to be of use.

ii. go-karts;

[Waltaquin isn't driving any of the courses today, though she is fascinated in figuring out how the modern technology harnesses the power of movement. She can be found enjoying an ice cream from the concession stand, and if someone is racing and happens to come out in first place, she'll applaud the victory politely and somewhat patronizingly when they emerge from the carts.

Please consider this the bucket bog standard "come bother her" option, too, if you'd like!]

iii karaoke (pre-shattering);

[The vibes are pretty bad at the karaoke house by this time of day, and perhaps that's why she can't quite resist investigating. If you happened to put off your duet task until now and are paying your dues, you might find her here, browsing the selections. They're all unfamiliar to her, of course, but even the previews are enough to know...the tonal dissonance between the oppressive miasma of distortion warping across the island and the general catalog of tunes is stark.]

Not much here compatible with the mood, I'm afraid. Exactly what sort of song pairs well with a cursed environment like this one?

iv. wildcard;

[You know where to find me (and Quin) if you want something else, or just pull her into another island activity.]