Title: roll with it
Fandom: Scream Park (mods: you can use the board game tag if we have one)
Challenge: Garden
Length: ~300 words

Note: Scream Park is a fun board game where you're putting together a haunted house using the bits and pieces of previous haunts, and then trying to lure VIPS to come see what you've done.

Summary: It's a half-hour to opening, and things are still going wrong.

“Hey, boss!” Lillian peered around the door into the ticket booth, and my heart sank. It was only half an hour to opening night at the Scream Park, and a million things were still undone. I was supposed to be handling -- damn it, it’d slipped right out of my head. I needed a checklist of some sort. Didn’t I have a post-it note somewhere?

I was staring blankly into space instead of answering her when a new thought occurred to me -- Lillian was working tech tonight, so why was half her face covered in fake blood?

Shit.

“The blood fountain broke again.”

Right. People who came to these things had no fucking idea how hard they were to run. We’d been babying that stupid fountain for years. I hated it with a passion, but the crowds loved it. So we’d kept it going until we could get the money for a new one. We were supposed to have an investor swinging by tomorrow night, but we really needed good reviews from tonight’s opening to seal the deal, and --

Fuck. “The birthday party.”

“They’re not in line yet, so..."

“Yeah.” I forced myself to think. If the blood fountain’s not going, we needed something to replace it. Something a bunch of kids would really, really like. I reshuffled the mobile components of the haunt in my head, and settled on a new pattern. “Ok. Send Trey.”

Lillian scoffed. “You're putting a mercenary in the blood garden? What’s he supposed to do?”

“Be gory,” I said, succinctly. “Make him roll in the fountain blood or something. They're kids, they'll be too busy screaming to care that he doesn’t make sense.”

“Ewwww. That's gonna wreck his suit.”

“If we make it through tonight, we can get it dry cleaned. Now go!” I waved her off, already moving on to the next problem.

If I could only remember what it was...