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~Halloween Event~ Carnival! Fun Fair Fun Times!

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.

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"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.

"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."

"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?"

"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."

That gets a chuckled grunt. "You don't know the half of it. Then again, don't know how much o' what I'm recallin' was her and how much was gettin' all demon-possessed. Yeah, we got that, too."

That Goblin Queen outfit is etched into his brain... even if he was possessed half the time himself. Then, he needs a distraction.

"You wanna go get a beer or somethin'? Get outta the glut here?"

"Demon possessed might explain it. That's a hell of an outfit to be able to pull off," and Selina doesn't just mean physically. Takes a lot of guts to be able to wear something like that and not look stupid.

"Sure. I could use a beer."

"You saw it, huh? Well, at the time she sported it, we were a bit too worried about goblins and shit to knock her fashion sense. When ya got mailboxes eatin' guys, all bets are off."

With a wave, he beckons her to follow him, as he's caught scent of a British pub half a block down the street, off the beaten path of the bustle.

"First one's on me," he says as if that means anything here, as they walk in. It's not as crowded as one might think, thankfully, as many extras are drawn outside to the big festiveness.

"I stole it, so, yeah, I saw it."

Selina looks toward Logan at the comment about mailbox eating people, looking a bit startled. She allows him to buy the first round - they do have an allowance, after all.

"I should have known it was a villainess outfit."

Logan pulls out a cigar, offering her one as well. He's gonna guess there ain't a no smoking sign anywhere in this town.

"Little more complicated than that. Plus, I've seen heroes with worse."

After ordering a round, they're delivered promptly.

"Take it you're from a spandex-heavy world, too, then."

Selina takes the cigar but doesn't light it up yet. A cigar is something she has to work into, not just an all the time sort of thing. "That I am and ... I can't think of a hero I know with worse but then again, I don't know everyone. Of course there are plenty with no fashion sense at all."

"I hear that," Logan concurs.

"Course, same's been said about me and the tiger stripes I sport sometimes. Might be a bit too bright, but I figure it helps to offset some of what I tend to have to do. It isn't very nice."

"What you do isn't very nice, then? I'm guessing there is some violence involved?" Yeah, she's teasing just a bit before taking her beer in hand and taking a long drink from the glass.

"Yeah. Kinda sucks that I'm the best there is at it," he notes with bit of gravel.

"S'why I keep tryin' to do other stuff. Stuff I ain't always suited for... like superheroin' or runnin' a damn school."

A long drink.

"Always tends to come back to cuttin' up ninjas, no matter how far I get away from it."

"Ninjas. Inconvenient."

Yeah, she's teasing him but she has had at least one dinner ruined by random ninja attack. Which is better than random clown attack.

Or rocket wearing penguin attack.

"It is always better to try new things. You could find something you didn't know you were suited for."

A sage nod, with a resigned shrug.

"Well, they haven't kicked me outta the Avengers yet, so I s'pose I'm doin' somethin' right there. And the fact that I kept the school open longer than a week is more than I would've expected even a year ago. Not that I ain't got a lotta help with that."

He waves the 'tender over to refill the beer.

"Not that there ain't some days when I'd rather go lose myself in the backwoods again."

"I'm assuming the Avengers is some sort of superhero club where you join forces to battle evil and all that." Selina sounds like, well, she's not all that impressed with supergroups.

"I'm not a cabin in the woods sort of person but I do understand the desire to get lost."

"Yeah, ya didn't strike me as a country girl by any means," he nods, sardonically.

"But ya got it. Avengers... 'Earth's mightiest heroes' and all that. I usually run with a crew called the X-Men. Me, Summers, Maddie and a hell of a lot of other people. We did the super-hero thing, but bein' a mutant came first. All kinds o' strife between us and the sapiens. Avengers called, figured I might make a good showin' for my people, high-profile do-goodin' and that."

He lifts his beer again to drown out this next part after he says it.

"When I left, both teams were beating the shit out of each other for stupid-ass reasons."

"I can survive out there but yeah, I'm more of an urban jungle girl," she says looking over at him. There is a small frown, "Huh. Must be nice to have people you know."

Selina takes another drink, "Right, so one of those fights where people go in and start swinging without asking or something bigger?" Right now, she's avoiding asking about the whole 'my people' thing since that just seems weird.

"Bit of both, really. Somethin' huge, end-of-the-world, all o' that, and people gettin' too big-nuts about how they wanted to handle it to talk like goddamn people. Lotta posturin' and preenin'."

Fft. That'll get swallowed down with beer.

"You know some people here, don't ya? That Blood guy, smells a bit like demon ass?"

"Right, so that's what it sounds like. It really sounds like pretty much every other hero meet up, except maybe for scale. A lot of those guys take this stuff so ... I don't know. They're pretentious and can't possibly think that other things are happening...."

Selina arches a brow and chuckles, "I know him a bit but we've only met a few times not here."

"Yeah. Definitely some damn pretension floatin' around, but truth be told, when the stakes are that high, it's hard to draw the line between it and just steppin' up to the plate."

Another couple of puffs on his stogie, as his eyes drift away from her for a moment. "Of course, the guy everybody expects to be the most pretentious - a guy they call 'Captain America,' for chrissakes - is anything but. Guy walks the walk, and he never takes his eye off the little guy."

Can't quite say the same for Summers.

"Yeah. I know a guy like that."

Selina shakes her head with a small smile, as if she's remembering something pleasant. "Still, everyone gets caught up in their own things and can see anyone else and... It just all goes to hell. Usually, I stay out of the way."

"Wise woman," he nods.

"That used to be me, too. Might be me again, if I get fed up with tryin' ta keep everybody honest."

Not that Logan's all that honest, balancing a school with a wetworks squad.

"Maybe bein' stuck here'll let me take a damn break from all that and get my head straight again."

Then, a look to those green eyes.

"How 'bout you? How often do you have to duck those types, bein' a thief? Or is that part of why you do it - to get them to notice somethin' beyond the highfalutin'?"

"Depends on what it is I'm stealing. In my city," there is a possessive sound to that more than just the standard, "there aren't a lot of people with serious powers. It started out with one guy trying to keep everyone in line. He's got others but it is still mostly him against the world."

Selina sounds thoughtful and maybe a little wistful - but just a little bit. "Sometimes I help. Sometimes I don't. And sometimes I leave my city and run into the people with powers."

Logan knows that wistful look. She is into whoever that guy is. The territorial thing is interesting. Sounds a bit like Spider-Man, despite every damn body working in New York.

"Any reason those power people don't come to your town."

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