Killing the van at the parking sport that preceeded the hiking trail of ubriaco forrest, (k_s's unnamed character name pending imagine one here) took a last second to run down the list.
Not parked by or in a pothole, pit, or dov8t deep enough for water to get unto the bottom of thr van, yep
Under a light, yep
Dark ice or ice-ice mucking things up, nope
No car in a two spave radius so the poggermobile wouldnt get scratched, again, yeppers.
(k-s's rp name here) released the hounddoom of hell. Aka a flick and the child locks were up. There was the ususal bustle as mon and humans bailed out. Tje group already going full tilt about ghosties, salts, and cameras.
Pocketing the keys, (rp name here) slipped out ofnthe dr8vers seat. Going from toasty overworked heater on wheels to freaking freezing (see the snow on thr ground for case and point) was always a shock.
Ignoring the clowncar physics behind them as the masses bailed out, (rp name here) hunched under thier ugly sweater w a leather jacket atop it, making a slow circuit to check the white van and its proudly stamped "P.OG" on its side. Some snow had splatted from the light when they pulled up. It took some tiptoes and a swipe to get that off. The chose was all tje more reason to take a gander around. The parking lot was pretty light on peoples. Seemed like some of tje hocus pocus was absorbed by the mainstream and the masses were avoiding the place.
Or it could be that it was colder than a icebox of jhoto weavel hosting an icecream party. Brrr... how were they all sounding so chipper back there? It was cold!