@juniperscauldron Port Eerie
Now this is what she's been pining for. A bag of potent powder here, a phial of pulverized pugnacious there, and she was making a fine amount of trade on party-favors alone. Dressed in vines and leaves and glitter, hair stained red for the evening, for the first hour or so she bumps shoulders, grinds hips, and drapes hands over the shoulders of all manner of unique denizens of the night - ghouls, goblins, killers, princesses, vampires and werewolves and witches real and otherwise. Some buy her fixings, others simple pay her a smile.
She hadn't quite understood the concept of Halloween, as explained to her by Lara, nor by Blair, nor by darling Chamomile. No, it had taken Vanessa talking her through it to really get her in the spirit, and now here she was, wearing something that she'll have to remember to re-use for the stage at the Cabaret sometime, only a jacket protecting what little her costume's left to the imagination and only mildly regretting it in the chill of an autumn evening.
And now she sits, watching folks toss balls at a target to dunk their friends into a tank of beer when she catches a covensister passing nearby. "Wahey!" she says, leaping in front of her with a clipclop of her healed boots. "How now sister! I'd not expected to see you running amok here!"
