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[happyhallowseve]

[Did I mention the halls? Seems like nobody's safe, huh! Careful of those skeletons and electronic monsters! They seem awfully real-looking and--what the? Are they moving? Better watch out guys! Those buggers'll get you!]

[No specific floor filters! They're everywhere! Go get them!

IMPORTANT HALL MONSTERS INFO:

There is a total of TOO MANY HALL

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Satis Tower

[priestish]

[Abel's collected quite a few people in the Church; he's taken up position in front of the door - which is, for now, locked. Feel free to use this thread, church-y guys!]

I don't think my plans of Trick or Treating will go over well, today...

[theabjectauthor]

I should hope not ...

[he's hiding behind a pew]

I don't even dare look outside....

[priestish]

Don't worry. Even if they should get inside, they seem rather slow. [armed with... a candleabra flkjwer] I won't let them get past me, Mr. Snicket!

[theabjectauthor]

You're a very brave soul. I don't suppose anyone has ever told you that? [other than, himself, you know, every couple of hours while he's been in hiding here.... lol]

[priestish]

Brave? [he gives a sheepish chuckle] I'm more than a little nervous.

[theabjectauthor]

Yes, but unlike some certain researchers, you are facing what you fear, rather well-armed with a lighting fixture, instead of hiding behind the questionable safety of a bench.

Therefore, you're clearly far braver than I.

[priestish]

Well... I've been in a few sticky situations before, so maybe having a little experience helps? Don't discount yourself so quickly, Mr. Snicket. We surprise ourselves when we have to!

[theabjectauthor]

I've been in a few, myself. One can never fully comprehend the meaning of "sticky" until one is forced to hide from one's enemies in the curing vat of an orange marmalade plant.

[priestish]

That does sound pretty... 'sticky.' [a small laugh] I think you have me beat!

[theabjectauthor]

[earnestly] I was unaware there was a contest. [but he'll smile just a little, anyway, in between very nervous glances around the chapel]

[priestish]

[lol Lemony you're so cute. Abel rests a hand on his shoulder before sitting down on the pew next to where he's crouched, hiding]

Would you like to sit with me? I'm afraid if you stay like that for long, you're going to cramp.

[theabjectauthor]

I've hidden in places smaller than this for quite lengthy periods of time, but ... [stands up slowly and stretches] I think, in this case, I will gladly accept your offer.

[rideslightning]

[Guess who's outside of the door, and standing at the top of the staircase in front of the church to prevent anything from passing through, should it come. His Thunderseal clasped in his left hand with his eyes closed, he gives a silent prayer as he traces the Sign of the Cross on his body, and then raising his sword above his head and clasps the hilt with both hands. He jerks his arms downward so the blade was in front of his face as an arch of blue lightning spiraling down the blade of the Thunderseal.

He opens his eyes and lowers his sword, waiting atop the staircase.]

Please, God, offer us your divine protection in these dark times...

[spongetastic]

[during his patrol Peter comes up to make sure everything at the Church is doing okay. He did say he would check up on you, Abel]

[priestish]

[is pacing with a candelabra in hand somewhere near the entrance to the Chuch; when Peter enters, Abel gives him a relieved (if somewhat still tense) smile]

Peter! I'm glad to see you're safe.

[spongetastic]

Yeah, I'm okay. [except he's wearing a scarf indoors, hmmm] How's everything up here?