[OPEN HOLIDAY LOG] The craziest night you’ve ever seen, this hairy scary creepy crawly Halloween!

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Who: OPEN TO ALL
When: October 31st, Halloween.
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: It's Halloween, and whether you're trick-or-treat'ing or out spooking people, today's a day for celebrating. There are enchanted costumes and crazy candy to use to your discretion. Anything's fair game!
Warnings: Possible language. Any other warnings should be put on thread

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Sector Zero, anytime past 8 PM - Angel!Griffin

[limitedrun]

[This work is really beneath him. As an Angel Of The Lord, Griffin can think of a thousand million things he'd rather be doing than protecting a club. But then, who is he to judge His infinite wisdom? Griffin must be at this Sector Zero for a reason. It's part of the plan.

Even if the humans around him are in various states of debauched activity, they still need protection. It's one of the many reasons angels existed, to watch over God's creation. So Griffin will stand stoically at the club's door, his plastic halo and black t-shirt with white wings on the back looking rather silly. In the spirit of the holiday, it is best to leave them on. There is a bit of enjoyable irony in it.

Anyone who knows Griffin will notice that he is looking impossibly serene and absolutely out of character.]

JASON TODD - All day? - B&R!Jason

[under_thehood]

[This redheaded, super tall, comics!chimera freak is enjoying his newfound freedom any way he can in his prison uniform. He'll be looking for a certain other redhead, but is open to be approached by just about anyone. ]

After dark

[in_starvation]

[ If the cold bothers Jessica while wearing her costume, it doesn't show. Going around in her red bustier and black garter and stockings and a red caped hood, she takes her time. This is a time of celebrating Halloween, and she is not gonna waste a single minute.

She notices the guy dressed as a prisoner and arches an eyebrow. ]

Re: After dark

[under_thehood]

[Jason knows better than to just let a woman walk around after dark. He's been fighting the monsters to the best of his abilities, but he needs his uniform and his pistols to do some serious damage against them. When he comes across her, he's not about to slow down when there's a creature not too far off.]

Come on.

[in_starvation]

[ Jessica has been using her superior speed to avoid the monsters. Sometimes, her strength when avoiding them was not an option. But she follows anyway, a thrill coursing through her as well as curiosity. ]

Sector 4, 6, 9ish - 7pm onwards. Tiger!Kotetsu

[beardedveteran]

[ Even if he's too old to actually go trick-or-treating (or even accompany his daughter on neighbourhood rounds- not that she'd want him hanging around even if they were in the same place, he thinks), that doesn't mean he can't dress up for Hallowe'en. A Wild Tiger outfit would be too risky, and the effort required to do anything else other than that seemed-- just too much. Tiger pyjamas were fine, right? Comfy and friendly for when kids came by for candy.

Right. He probably stopped looking so friendly once the sirens rang, suddenly much more shrill and frightening to his ears as he leant out of the doorway to see the last band of children escorted off, and found himself falling heavily onto his hands and feet. Or paws. And was he... warmer? Heavier? It's not the suit at least, but since he can't find his reflection, can't make assumptionsHe still feels strong, which is reassuring enough to cancel out most of the disorientation at this form-- but his altered vision has thrown the other senses off-balance. So a seemingly lost South

[closed] Captain Kairi, Captain Jack Sparrow & First Mate Roxas - Post-Siren

[pullsheavendown]

[It's funny; Roxas can't quite remember when they made port on this island, or how. Too much rum, maybe? He's always had a good head for it, though.

Ah, well. He's got his captain by his side, so nothing can go too wrong. He rests a hand on each of his dual swords as he looks out into the darkness.]

Ah...Captain? I don't mean to question you, but where are we going?

[destinysembrace]

[Strange place? Not a problem. She's faced worst. She rearranges her hat with a smug grin, one hand on her hip as she looks around at the new possibilities.]

Gather our bearings. First order of business, we need a way to maneuver around and to determine our exact location, then supplies. We're a little short handed on the crew, but I trust you're good company for the situation.

[And he gets a pat on the arm at that.]

Arm yourself well, there seems to be danger everywhere here.

[She's got a sword, but there's a pistol hidden underneath those petticoats.]

[pullsheavendown]

Right! You can count on me, Captain!

[He puffs his chest out as best he can, then frowns into the distance as he hears a strange sound. Must be the danger his captain spoke of. But it's nothing they can't handle, the two of them.]

I don't have any idea where we're at now, but this is an island, right? If we keep walking, we're sure to find the shore, and maybe a boat with it.]

[destinysembrace]

Good thinking on your part. Best to get moving while the night is still early. If dawn reaches us, it'll be harder to hijack a ship.

[She doesn't flinch at the strange sound, drawing her sword and starting to walk.]

several sectors, just before siren and directly afterward

[proxysearch]

[Someone got a little gift from one (1) Sirius Black a few days ago. And she might not have really wanted to put it on, but being the idiot she is, she put on the outfit for him because it was his birthday. (She's still not sure that's true.) And what did he get her? A catsuit with boots, supposedly a thief's suit.

Sure, it's not entirely different from what she usually wears, but the connotations... She sighs, sitting on one of the rooftops, contemplating the various places she could go, the things she could steal... The money she could scrounge up.]

[beardedveteran]

[ From below, all Kotetsu can see of her is a silhouette black against the pale glow of an overcast moon... with the peaks of cat ears on her head. Somewhere in his mind this makes a little connection between why she looks familiar from street-level and why he ought to greet her. Obviously- they're both felines, or a sort. Birds of a feather. Obviously.

He can't get up there in this state, though, and sits down firmly at the bottom of the building she's atop, calling out for her attention; any air he passes from his throat comes out as a low roar, a sort of deep, whiny meow. Likely not what her kind of cat picks up on as a familiar call, but he doesn't have any other way. ]

[proxysearch]

[Obviously.

She glances down at him, raising one languid eyebrow. And then she slides down from the roof and alights on one of the fire escapes, half-smiling.]

What's wrong? Lost?

[She makes a noise in her throat to call him over and she stretches down her hand for him.]

Nice kitty.

[beardedveteran]

[ Maybe she isn't a cat. She has a pattern in her sounds. Though he can detect a hint of question in her voice the sound fails to string together as words in his head.

She already has his attention with that quick movement and her beckoning; after a moment of getting back to his feet he wanders over obediently, head raised to find the gaze on this intriguing being. ]