~Halloween Event~ Carnival! Fun Fair Fun Times!

[theextras]

On the evening of the twenty-second day of the tenth month, the chilly weather takes on a slightly different shroud: veiling itself in brighter starlight and clearer air and a crisp, pitch black cloak of darkness...lit up by streetlamps and bright, autumnal window displays, and carved vegetables as far as the eye can see.

It's not just Jack what makes a lantern this time of year, but courgettes and bird cages (birds not included) and jars and actual wrought iron lanterns. Candle light permeating the very air of the city, casting a warm glow on anyone who happens to draw close enough.

Here and there Extra parents tug their Extra children along in a hurried quest to find the perfect outfit or costume for this or that party, spooky or sweet or just plain excellent.

What's more is the long winding carnival snaking its way along the many winding streets of Taxon, hundreds of Extras all dressed up in outfits that some may find more disturbing than others: zombies, ghouls, old crones and Killer Klowns and white-masked beings, moaning and wheezing and giggling their way towards Central Square - but who knows where they're headed next.

Fun fair's in town, kids.

Comments

[threelivesdown]

"Thank you."

She makes a face at the mention of the clown, "Probably for the best all around."

[bub_snikt]

All the while, Logan's eyes have been scanning the crowd pretty intently.

"Kinda surprised these half-robot types even have enough creativity to try and dress up at all. Almost rather have 'em pretendin' to be monsters this way than pretendin' to be people every other day. Bit less creepy."

[threelivesdown]

"They probably have just as mus creativity as they're given, really. Then again, they could just be different life forms that we just don't understand at all." Her expression says she doesn't really think that but she has to put it out there.

[bub_snikt]

"Either that, or they're just a buncha dolls and the hamsters like to play dress up."

The hair on the back of Logan's neck stands up a little at the thought, and he grumbles a little.

"You can see why it'll be good ta have somebody around. Otherwise, it's just me thinkin' like that all the time."

[threelivesdown]

"You could be right. It isn't exactly easy to tell. There isn't a lot of readily available evidence either way."

Selina gives a small smile to him.

[bub_snikt]

Logan grunts in agreement.

"Let it be, I guess. Place'll teach ya patience."

A glance over at her, shifting subjects out of necessity.

"Y'know, ya clean up nice for a homeless gal."

[threelivesdown]

"I don't have a permanent resident. That doesn't mean I'm not taking regular showers or that I don't have nice thing to wear." Selina gives him a look, though there is a smile involved in it.

"Thank you, though."

[bub_snikt]

"Didn't mean to imply otherwise. Considerin' your talent for the snatch 'n' grab, wouldn't be surprised if you were already sneakin' stuff outta my place."

He stops short for a moment, eyes fixed on one of those crawling clowns, arms turned out in preparation... but the thing doesn't make a move. Just meanders on by. Logan makes sure it's long past before starting to walk again.

"Now ya got me jumpy about those things."

[threelivesdown]

"Nothing out of your place. Stealing here... well, I'm not fond of the results one way or the other. I steal from residents, I hurt actually people. I steal from the Extras, the Sheriff shows up and... that is... unpleasant." Selina looks away from Logan and focuses her attention elsewhere, suppressing a shiver.

"Better safe than sorry?"

[bub_snikt]

That gets his attention.

"You met the sheriff?"

[threelivesdown]

"Yes. I did. And.... We chatted pleasantly about the weather while he marched me into a jail cell and I pleasantly sat there for almost a day in a building that disappeared off the map as soon as I left it." Selina shakes her head.

"I hate mind control."

[bub_snikt]

"Everybody hates mind control."

Big reason why the friendlier telepaths have a hard time connecting with people sometimes.

"How'd you get out?"

[threelivesdown]

"They just let me go when they determined that I'd learned my lesson and I'd been there long enough." Her tone tells him exactly what she thinks about all of that.

[bub_snikt]

"So a day in the pokey is punishment for burglary," he ponders.

"Though I'm willin' to bet these alien assholes ain't gonna bother bein' consistent. Ain't like there's any kinda law beyond whatever their latest little whim is."

[threelivesdown]

"I'm sure they do whatever they want, that they knew it would bother me if they did what they did..." Selina shrugs.

[bub_snikt]

"What, you got a particular thing against lockup? Claustrophobic or somethin'?"

[threelivesdown]

"I don't like being restrained with no options. Especially when I'm put there and kept there through mind control."

[bub_snikt]

Logan's eyes continue to shift around their surroundings as he kicks that around.

"Just some kinda pleasant manipulation where ya don't even realize yer bein' controlled until it's too late? Or did ya realize it was happenin' and couldn't do anythin' about it?"

[threelivesdown]

"It was like a multi-layered thing. On the surface it was all pleasant chit-chat. Beneath that, though, I didn't want to be there but it was like I was stuck in ... a dream or someone else's body." Selina doesn't seem thrilled about this idea.

[bub_snikt]

Logan nods grimly.

"Sounds like some kinda post-hypnotic thing. Been through enough o' people muckin' with my mind to last me a lifetime."

His lips tense in thought, before shaking his head.

"Makes it that much harder to kill that sheriff just to see what attention it brings."

[threelivesdown]

"I don't think that's going to happen. I saw him and all of a sudden I was chatting happily about the weather."

Selina makes a face, "I've been through pheromone control, chemical control and nanite control. This wasn't quite like any of them."

[bub_snikt]

"Telepathic control. Whole other ball o' wax."

Logan pinches the bridge of his nose. Not even wanting to go into false memory implants and all that ugly mess.

"Or magic spells. So many goddamn ways to take your free will away."

That doesn't even count your own brain working against you after somebody presses enough buttons to hit the berzerker switch.

[threelivesdown]

"There aren't a lot of telepaths where I come from."

There is a look toward him and then she looks away, "Magic, though, magic we have."

[bub_snikt]

"Be glad. We're drownin' in telepaths."

First, of course, he thinks of Jean, before jumping to Madelyne.

"Hell, we've got one of 'em here. Lucked out that it wasn't one of the nastier ones, though."

Then, a look to Selina. "How bad's the magic?"

[threelivesdown]

"You don't notice most of the time," she says softly before shaking her head.

"The redhead, right? She has some interesting taste in clothes."