#fableevent11

“Well, it’s not quite Halloween enough, but it is just a Fall festival, right?” Sally had wandered through the stalls and games for some time. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be homesick or if she was content enough.

Char stared into the crowd, watching their heads flow like a current and taking a long, deep breath. He’d hoped to enjoy the festival with everyone, but something told him perhaps that was not going to be as easy as anticipated. “I’m not sure if I go in there I’ll actually come out of it alive,” he mused.

"Women actually wear these things? Why?" Molly turned in front of a mirror in a costume shop, eyeing the Wonder Woman costume she was trying on. She liked the name, but it was a lot... less than she'd been expecting. "I don't think I'm sophisticated enough to wield a sword in something like this without flashing the room."

Within the crowds it was easy to take a little thing from here, another from there. He’d gained quite the collection this evening, slipping in and out of people and their pockets. A hand strayed into one, removing a particularly shiny phone, carefully and slowly, and sliding it up his sleeve as though it had never even been there. A smirk pressed itself into the corner of his lips as he turned, before he stepped directly into someone.

Shock walked around the festival in her witch costume not caring that it wasn’t Halloween yet as she sucked on a lollipop. A black cat with a sever under bite followed close beside on a leash with bat wings on its back. After noticing someone staring Shock shrugged. “I know he’s already a black cat and fits with the costume, but the wings looked really cute.”

“My costume this year will be that of a dead man,” he grumped as he took in the Fall Festival. Magic would only get him so far without the rest of his senses, which was what took him into the heart of Fableton. And this way, he was out of reach of Sophie and her broom, the weight of her voice still making his heart heavy.

Hatter always had a booth for the tea shop at the town's Halloween events, offering fall tea samples and candy, of course. He tended to choose his costumes based on how good their hats were, and he'd gone with Indiana Jones. He was liking the jacket almost as much as the fedora. He wasn't as fond of everyone else's costumes though, and he was having trouble deciding which he found the most frightening--the people who were barely covered, the ones who were covered in tacky polyester, or the actual scary costumes. "That is the most terrifying thing I've ever seen," he muttered, eyeing a group of people across the street.

“I am afraid I do not understand the reason behind this festival...  Is it a religious celebration?  Like the Pagans had around this time of year?”