#dearevent01

Annie Cresta - No memories (0/2)

Barbara Gordon - Will remember (0/2)

Bella Swan - No memories (1/2)

Belle Beaumont - No memories (1/2)

Blair Waldorf - No memories (0/2)

Catelyn Tully - Received Cersei Lannister's memories (3/2)

Caroline Forbes - No memories (0/2)

Cha Ki Young - No memories (0/2)

Dawsey Adams - No memories (0/2)

Esme Cullen - No memories (2/2)

Esmé Squalor - No memories (0/2)

Felicity Smoak - No memories (0/2)

Finn - No memories (3/2)

Francis Valois - Received Adam de Villeneuve/the Beast's memories (0/2)

Jaina Solo - Will remember (2/2)

Jyn Erso - Will remember (0/2)

Iris West - No memories (0/2)

Kang Mo Yeon - No memories (0/2)

Katniss Everdeen - No memories (1/2)

Lady Sif - No memories (02)

Letha Godfrey - No memories (1/2)

Lily Evans - No memories (2/2) Can take more.

Lois Lane - No memories (0/2)

Madison Montgomery - No memories (2/2)

Mary Macdonald-Snape - Will remember (1/2)

Mara Jade - No memories (1/2)

Morgan Stark-Potts - Will remember (0/2)

Neal Cassidy - Will remember (2/2)

Pansy Parkinson - No memories (0/2)

Phillip - Will remember (0/2)

Pomona Sprout - No memories (1/2)

Raoul de Chagny - No memories (0/2)

Regina Mills - Forgetting (1/2)

Regulus Black - No memories (1/2)

Romeo Montague - No memories (0/2)

Steve Trevor - No memories (0/2)

Talisa Maegy - No memories (0/2)

Tenel Ka Djo - Will remember (1/2)

Tommy Merlyn - Received Clark Kent/Superman's memories (0/2)

Yoo Ri Ta - No memories (0/2)

hernando fuentes: all memories

mickey milkovich: no memories

tyrion lannister: no memories

castiel: all memories

luna lovegood: all memories

pamela isley: all memories

violet baudelaire: all memories

thor odinson: no memories

Felicity wanted to believe she wasn't a superstitious woman, always saying that she only believed in what she could see and touch. But in reality, she knew there were things that couldn't be explained, that there were things they weren't supposed to mess with, and so she always was careful as not to anger any spirit that could ruin her in some way. It wasn't something she shared, not really, keeping it to herself. A successful businesswoman who believed in ghosts, that would be quite a tale.

Yet, now that Finnick was absolutely nowhere to be found. Ad she was worried, no texts and no calls, yet she knew he was safe. It was such an odd feeling, as she knew he was around, that he had been at their place, but it seemed she was avoiding her. However, instead of having her anxiety going crazy, she knew there had to be an explanation. But there was no way she would stay home and wait for him, when the city was celebrating and Felicity didn't wait for anyone.

She brought her cup to her lips, enjoying the sweet taste and the warmth that washed through her, sighing contently as she kept listening to one story a woman was sharing. In all honesty, she had come to Harlem Meer for the Pumpkin Flotilla, but she had arrived way too early and now she was enjoying the goodies the festival had to offer. When she saw a familiar face, happiness filled her as she jumped to her feet and crossed the green to meet him. "Hello, stranger." They hadn't seen each other ever since he had come to her office to pick up his laptop, and she couldn't help but wonder more often than she should about him.

Adam took two glasses from the proffered tray, handing one to Mara. “You look stunning tonight.” It was the first of several Halloween events he had agreed to attend that week, and when he had accepted it he hadn’t exactly imagined he’d be on Roosevelt Island. The VIP section had been lavishly decorated in sumptuous orange, black and purple garlands and finely carved skeletons. “I know that this isn’t perhaps what you had in mind, but I promise that we can go to Nightfall tomorrow - the tickets are all booked.” A candle lit walk in a cemetery.... what could be more romantic? Or Romantic, for Adam was sure that Percy Shelley would have approved. 

“Dance with me?”

Romeo hadn't joined the event, not really. He had been asked, and he had gladly helped to set everything up, but he didn't wish to spend the night at the tour, not as a narrator anyway. He had come as a guest, wanting to hear everything behind of those theaters he loved so much. He was sure he had seen Christine somewhere, but there were too many people and different paths, so it was difficult to find her. Besides, she probably was there with the boyfriend, and he didn't wish to be the third wheel that night.

He smiled at the young woman next to him, offering her one of the maps they had been giving out. "So you know where we're going." He already knew, he had been around to know every tour, but it was still very exciting.

Oh, how she had waited for this night. She loved their family, she loved Eddie, but there were times she missed when it was only the two of them. And so she always looked forward to the date nights, and it was even more excited now that it was one of her favorite times of the year. The always came to the Queen Night Market when it was around, and it was all so the very fun when they came in Halloween. She would make sure the buy something cute for Eddie, for sure.

Esme grinned at her husband as they walked hand in hand down the street to the market, looking around to the people talking cheerfully ad they also made their way to the market. "I’m so glad you could take this night off, I know it's a busy season at the hospital." Celebrations meant more drunk people around, reckless people that somehow always ended up hurt and taken to the hospital.

Adjusting the domino mask and bandana, Sirius made his way towards the start of the parade. He still had some time before it was due to start, so he hoped that he’d be able to get a decent spot at the very least, if he failed to get into the parade itself. The evening would be fun, even if the rest of his friends had ditched him, opting to spend Halloween night watching horror movies. Not that Sirius didn’t enjoy that - but he loved to be out amongst the masses, all dressed up in costume. It was fun to be someone else for an evening, and this year Sirius was to be the Dread Pirates Roberts, during the time Westley had taken the on the name.

As he made his way down the street, he spied a familiar looking red gown. A slow grin spread on his face as he hurried through the bustle, attempting to catch up with the young woman in the Buttercup. Now this would be fun. Reaching the young woman, he tapped her on the shoulder, bowing low when she turned around.

“Highness,”