what a horrible night to have a curse.

[multichromatia]

[Halloween, as with many other holidays, suffers from a long, long history of synthesis and appropriation. The Gaelic Samhain, the Christian traditions across the ages, the secularized forms -- Emerald London sees fit to consume them all. That's just the nature of the city. That's just how things are.

So how does it look on this fine autumn night? Somehow, some way, even worse than usual. Idiot teenagers trying to prove a point let transformed relatives loose in the streets. Tomorrow, there'll probably be a handful of murders reported in the paper, but so it goes. It's really not all bad. The local covens, in honor of Nyarlathotep, litter the same streets with free food!

Free food laced and cut with all manner of drugs and toxins and god-knows-what, leaving the optionless poor... also rioting in the streets. So it... goes?

So it goes you should stay out of the slums and residential areas. The local honey dens and other clubs are offering fortune telling services tonight for a reduced price. Some wealthy socialites are hosting costume parties, with such fun games as "hey let's sacrifice someone to try summoning this horror" or "let's prick your fingers to see when you'll die." Beggars wearing horse heads go from door to door demanding funds. Assholes in masks and outfits make it difficult to distinguish friend from foe from monster tonight - it's no surprise the death rates skyrocket around Halloween.

But it's nice. It's warm, and the air is crisp and cool. It's a perfect night for an outing.

If you're lucky, maybe you'll even find a group serving unpoisoned food.]