This is Halloween

[Malcolm Green]

Boys and Girls of every Age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This our town of Halloween.

This is Halloween,
This is Halloween,
Pumpkins Scream in the dead of night...

The famed song rang through the sound system and filled the artfully dimmed interior of the club. On the dance floor, shapes moved and writhed to the music. At the bar, staff danced to ritual movements with shakers spinning and glasses filled for waiting mouths.

The mountain moved among them, a shadow himself, wreathed in his new greatcoat with its voluminous hood pulled over his face. He was the looming giant of horror: a monster, a frankenstein in his coat so like the sou'westers of old. He had no idea why he had ventured out to a club, let alone this club; the Hedge had beckoned but he had rejected its call for once. No, he wanted to be among the mortal, the muggles, the normal folk who tonight played at being monstrous. It was a truth that he tried desperately to hide from himself: but sometimes he yearned for the company of ordinary people. Tonight was such a time.

He avoided the dance floor and turned his back on the shadowy recesses where he would normally loom. Instead he found a quiet corner by the bar, scenting a sudden syrupy tang of fear when some of the patron's fathomed just how big he really was. He resisted drawing in that potent power - it was not his night after all. A few minutes later he was sitting on a stool with a fruity craft beer in his hand.

He watched the dancing shadows and tried to pretend that this moment was not as truly reflective of his life as it really was.

-1 Glamour for Hardened Mask
Its Halloween. All welcome

[Martha Villiers]

Halloween.

Martha had grown to love the festival.

It reminded her of her first, more innocent, less stressful, encounters with those in the Domain.

With high hopes for Feeding opportunities, she'd invested extra effort in fixing her cosmetics and selecting a suitable fishnet stocking for the evening.

With high hopes Martha also wondered if Faye, Coco or Ashley or maybe even Chloe would make an appearance at the Reverence... and if so, what manner of costume would they wear? How much of their legs would she be able to...study?

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

A top hat and cane and tail coat. White tie, white waistcoat vest...her hair is dyed raven black for the evening. A generous sprinkle of lavender scent and minty toothpaste. She's sporting a crisp white blouse...white gloves...the fishnet revealed a muscular leg, well suited to that of a dancer or athlete...She's clearly undergone an amputation at some point; her left leg from high up her thigh is replaced with a simple metal peg leg. She'd spent a lot of time rehearsing with her high heel and was now feeling more proficient with it. However, Martha was never complacent with it. If she could get through the night without falling over, she decided, she would be pleased.

She limped into the nightclub...wide eyed. Nervous, but she tried to affect confidence.

This was, like most things, a role to play. The costume marked more than just fun... it was, she constantly reminded herself, transformation and Change!

Smiling with increasing confidence, she looked again about the room. Eager to meet people. Eager to talk. Tiny Martha limped over to the bar. Paying attention to the route she'd take and the possible exits from the club, lest things became...dangerous.

Observing with great interest the other costumes worn by the guests and if any guest looked lonesome.



She emits no Beast and is alabaster pale.

Making her way through the crowd and closer to the bar, she begins to ponder whether her drink of choice of the night would be orange juice or Coke Cola. For those initiated into the mysteries of the DC Universe, Martha is dressed as Zatanna, Mistress of Magic!

[Xander]

Tonight a mighty wizard walked among the Sleeping populace. Myrddin Emrys wasn't normally one for clubs and parties, but tonight presented him with a special allure. Halloween had become known for it's outlandish costumes and the masks people wore, and tonight Emrys could finally embrace the icon for which he was named. Rather then hiding behind something he wasn't he wore his aspiration, the man for which he was named, as a badge of pride.

Unfortunately Einstein already cornered the market on the classic wizard robes, so Emrys dressed in a much less ancient vision of Merlin. It didn't bother him, he actually liked the BBC version of the mythos for not being afraid to deviate from mythic accuracy. Like the Enchanter it told it's own story without fear of progress or deviation from the norm. Also like the show, it starred a socially inept wizard who struggled with his place in life. Good with the bad he supposed.

Rather then display his lack of coordination on the dance floor, Emrys made like a few others and went for the bar. He placed his order for a gin and tonic and turned to scan the mass of costumed people dancing below the flashy lights.

[Martha Villiers]

The crowd at the bar is an odd mix. But, then, it is Halloween.

A large gent hulks over everyone. A chap dressed like a Medieval rascal seems determined to order a drink too.

There's Joker's, Catwomen and Black Widow's aplenty.

Part of her mind regretted not trying out a Catwoman costume. Pouting briefly, tiny Martha hobbled closer to the bar and tried to wait her turn to order a Coke Cola. Determined to meet and greet, she offered a happy, welcoming, smile to the taller gent and the Bandit.

It had been a while since she'd performed a magic trick and she wondered if the taller gent would be receptive to one.

"Good evening!" she chirped to those close to the bar. Hoping she doesn't get jostled off her peg leg in the crush of patrons.

[Malcolm Green]

"Hey." Green rumbled, his voice a neutral deadpan. Moving slightly, he appeared to loom out of the shadows and little bit of jostling later, he had established himself in a relatively comfortable pose.

Still focussed on the diminutive woman, he added: "So. You like a ringmaster or something?" Clearly, Green is not initiated in the great mysteries of the DC Universe. Similarly, his eyes show no recognition at Emry's choice of costume, either.

He lapsed into silence, more interested in raising a hand in recognition to some people across the dance floor.

Turning back to the bar hoppers, he makes another attempt at conversation: "They look happy, yeah?" His big head jerked towards the milling dancers, the action muffled somewhat by his sou'wester's thick collar. In the flash of strobe lights, he looked a likely candidate for a more authentic Frankenstein's monster given the rugged aspect of his face.

His words were open to everyone and no one. He simply waited for a response.

[Terri Nutkins]

"Oh, my God, I'm sooooo excited!" Terri giggled as the trio arrived at Reverence, completely out of place in the goth club. Brightly dressed and beaming, the Beast was like a kid at a candy shop. Which, as it was Halloween and she was of the Court of Fear, was pretty accurate.

She looked up to Rick and couldn't help but giggle some more. "I still think you should have come as Olaf," Terri added, not able to stop herself from teasing the Elemental. Just slightly behind 'Elsa', Terri thought how ironic it was for L'aire to be dressed in such an outfit, considering just who her Queen was.

[Varyx]

It was time for a little fun. Varyx had been spending too much time working recently.

Besides, she had a particularly guilty love of Hallowe'en - the excuse to dress up, to act in a manner other than normal, all under the cover of some universally accepted festival? What wasn't to love?

She walked into the club dressed head-to-toe in a deep, blood red. Even her hair had been dyed the colour of fire. Anyone familiar with the show would recognize her as Melisandre immediately. Her gaze swept over the floor, taking in the various costumes with a grin. She recognized Anna, Elsa and Kristoff immediately, though she didn't quite recognize the woman dressed in the top-hat, she was certain she was supposed to be someone specific. But then her gaze settled on Emrys ( Xander ) and she sauntered over, leaning on the bar next to him.

"Gendry?" she guessed, motioning to his costume. How fun would it be to have someone else with a similarly themed costume here tonight, unplanned?

  3 successes on mind shield

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-11-04 15:25:46		Varyx rolls 5 to Mind Shield (10 Again)		5, 10, 2, 3, 10, 4, 10, 7		3 successes

[Lesingnon]

"And I...still don't." At least as Krstoff he still got to wear somewhat normal-ish clothing. He really didn't want to know what he'd all have had to go through to look like a snowman. Because that would almost certainly get complicated. Besides, snow and ice weren't his elements.

"But anyway," His gaze glanced about the club, and the press of costumed humanity that filled it. Busy, to be sure. But that was, in his experience, par for the course for this place during Halloween. He'd certainly visited it planty of times during this holiday. "Where would you two Princesses like to head off to first in here?"

Rick's Costume

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[Xander]

Eyes caught the miniature Gibson Girl and returned a smile at her greeting. At first it was to be friendly, but when the giant began to talk to her it was mixed with genuine amusement at the contrast.

"Evening." He said to both of them. He didn't get the chance to say anything further. Three gorgeous women entered the Reverence, and while he normally wouldn't be so rude as to turn his attention from a conversation partner one of the ladies noticed him.... noticing her. Emrys's eyes then began the No-I-Wasn't-Checking-You-Out dance around the club, looking for something else to cling his attention to. Princesses, Big Guy, Little Girl, anything to look like he wasn't ogling at her.

Eventually though he gave in, when she was clearly close enough to ask her question he returned her attention and smiled. "Merlin." The Enchanter turned to give the Red Woman a full view of the costume. His hands rose up to do lazy jazz hands before he shrugged the misconception away. "I like your Melissandre though. I can't wait to see what they do with her on the Wall."