~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

[bub_snikt]

"Like your clown friend," he gathers. "Sad fact, but I'm on your side there. Trouble is, a lot of the fuckers who need to die don't stay killed."

"Know a kid like your friend, though. Nearly gave himself a nervous breakdown with his delusional little mantra about 'no one dies when I'm around.' Bet your man's pretty tightly wound with that particular stick up his ass."

[threelivesdown]

"I don't have a lot of experience with people coming back from the dead but, well, it would be entirely fitting with his style of horror is he managed to come back somehow after you'd killed him," Selina says before shuddering a little.

"The experience I do have with it says you're right."

For a moment, whatever Selina's seeing in her memories looks like it is going to make her sick. She's able to push it back though, "Yeah. He a pretty tightly coiled guy most of the time."

[bub_snikt]

Logan can't help but notice how raw her feelings about this clown are. They're on the surface, and he can smell her body chemistry altering slightly whenever he threatens to come up.

After a moment of pondering, he spins on the stool to look her in the eye.

"Ain't tryin' to pry here, but it sounds like this clown did a number on you. Anything you wanna talk about?"

[threelivesdown]

"He's done a number on just about anyone who has crossed his path, so I try to stay out of his path. It doesn't always work."

Selina's got a lot of scars but some have just become common sense methods of self-preservation.

[bub_snikt]

"Try all ya want, the creepers'll find ya somehow. I know your 'punisher' friend doesn't kill, but a guy like that's gotta have a lotta enemies who will," he notes. "He some kinda immortal?"

[threelivesdown]

"I know more people who claim to have killed him than just anyone else in the history of the world but it doesn't ever seem to stick," Selina says with a small rolling shrug of her shoulders.

[bub_snikt]

Logan nods, knowingly.

"Sounds like maybe he's got some kinda back-alley deal with a black magic type. Maybe he's a mutant like me and ain't tellin' anybody. Maybe he's already dead but just ain't actin' like it."

[threelivesdown]

"Y'know, he could, but I can't think of anyone so crazy as to want to deal with him. You can't trust him to behave consistently..." Selina just shakes her head, waving her hand.

"Enough of that. What else should we talk about?"

[bub_snikt]

Logan takes the hint, and polishes off a beer.

Then gives her a small smirk.

"How serious are you with your dark knight guy?"

[threelivesdown]

"Sometimes more than others. I don't know if I've vanished at home or... what, exactly," Selina says with a small wince. That sort of thing /always/ goes over so well.

[bub_snikt]

"Yeah. Don't know whether to think they'll eventually drop me back from when they took me, or to hope the big damn heroes back home notice and try to bust through from the outside and get us outta here."

One thing about the extras - they're prompt with the refills.

"When last ya left him, what was the deal?"

[threelivesdown]

"We're not on the outs but we're not exactly in high gear, either. It isn't like I've been celebate here, if that's the sort of thing you're getting at," Selina says, some what amused.

[bub_snikt]

"Ya work fast, then," he says with a small grin, not a whiff of judgment about it.

He sniffs the air a bit, on the off-chance he might still smell somebody on her that he'd recognize.

"Is it worth askin' who, or should I just assume it was Stark?"

[threelivesdown]

The amusement grows, getting a slanted smile from Selina toward him as she sips at her drink. Didn't she finish that earlier? Maybe there is a new one or she just thought she did.

"I'm assuming that he's exactly the same at home? He seems hung up on a lady at home but, well... In much the same way I am."

[bub_snikt]

"Well, this ain't exactly the Stark I know, but 'billionaire playboy' is the tagline the papers use a lot for him. I get the sense he ain't that much different, few historical details aside."

More beer, considering what he knows - and what he's smelled of the man.

"Never really known him to be hung up on girls, though, although he's had 'em manipulate the hell out of him before. Either underestimates them or overestimates himself."

[threelivesdown]

The 'billionaire playboy' comment gets a soft snort from Selina. Shaking her head, she's amused, certainly, by the parallels and the differences all the same time.

"Mentioned a redhead... Had a strange name...." Selina shakes her head, shrugging as though it isn't important. And it might not be important to Selina here and now, "And that doesn't surprise me."

[bub_snikt]

Mention 'redhead' around Logan and he always thinks of Jeannie, and he highly doubts she'd have anything to do with Stark in any universe. Then, he has to go through his mental rolodex of Stark's ex-girls.

"Wasn't the Black Widow, was it? Natasha?"

[threelivesdown]

Selina shakes her head, "Natasha isn't that strange of a name," she comments actually thinking about it for a few moments, since Logan seems to actually care.

It takes her a moment to come up with it, "Pepper. That's it."

[bub_snikt]

"Figured 'Black Widow' would be strange enough, but Pepper? Huh."

Guess that makes some sense. He would fall for somebody who's job it was to cater to his whims.

"Ain't the smartest move to get mixed up with yer employees, but hey, he's the super-genius."

[threelivesdown]

"It is a little strange but I've known people called a lot stranger things than that. There are a lot of 'Black' something or others at home," she says with a small shrug.

[bub_snikt]

"Yeah, same here. Black Widow, Black Panther, Black Knight, Black Cat... although I guess that could be your name, too."

[threelivesdown]

"There's no reason for that to be my name, it doesn't make any sense, really," Selina says as she shrugs. "So, we have that much in common, it seems, at home. Lots of people with weird names."

[bub_snikt]

"Black cat suit, but it doesn't make sense. Gotcha," he says with a teasing smirk.

"Take it you don't have mutants where you come from, though?"

[threelivesdown]

"It didn't start out black," she says with a small shrug. "Mutants.... Well, there are some people with meta-genes but... there aren't a lot of them? And there are so many people with powers through so many different ways that it just seems like one more thing."

[bub_snikt]

"You'd think that'd be the case, but for some reason it ain't. Next stage in evolution tends to freak out the last stage too much, I guess."

His head leans into his hand, propped up by his elbow on the bar as he rubs beneath his nose in thought. Regarding her.

"What color was it originally? Can't imagine you'd go tabby colored..."