In a dark corner of the garden, a horizontal line of golden and scarlet light appeared. In a heartbeat, that line expanded, burning up like a fire running up a curtain, down like rain sluicing down a car window, and left behind a gateway though which a slightly disheveled man stepped through wearing a mantled duster of black leather that complemented his black pants, boots, and shirt. A staff of wood was held loosely in one hand, arcane runes inscribed along the upper portion of the haft.

He looked about for a moment, slightly bewildered. "Well that obviously didn't work right," he muttered to himself as he walked over to the nearest person, who just happened to be headless. "Um... Pardon me Mister Headless One, but where exactly is here?

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Aria turned to Kit with a shrug. "Well, I rather like pottering about in the kitchen some... it's like a therapy of sorts. Perhaps sometime during the festivities you would indulge me enough to let me do a bit of baking?"

She selected a particularly small pumpkin and set about carving a - go figure - musical design into it. A wave staff swirled around the width, and she decorated it with carefully placed flats, naturals, slurs... The work was actually quite fun! She hummed a bit as she continued.

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

Kit handed a candle to Saffron Orange, "That looks adorable! Try lighting it." She set a candle next to the Horseman's pumpkin as well and marveled at Jocelyn's carving. "That's brilliant! It really does look the same, though I hope we don't have gravestones here.... that'd be a little too creepy. Here, light the candle in there."

Turning to Aria, she offered a candle, "It's looking great!" she said. Noticing the Horseman was occupied with a guest Kit wasn't familiar with, she excused herself from Aria and went to the Horseman and the new guest.

"Hello, are you lost?"

[So far, I have Turwaithion, Saffron Orange, Headless Horseman, Jocelyn and Aria done with their pumpkins. Lady Death and Fragile are still working on theirs.]

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"A duet would be lovely," Lady Death replied to Elegost. She followed his gaze toward her husband. "Don't worry about him. He acts protective, but he won't mind a bit." She smiled and bid Elegost good-night.

Silently Lord Death stood up to allow his wife to see his handiwork. "That's lovely dear," she said kindly, "But might I have the knife for a moment to change one little thing?"

Reluctantly he handed her the knife and she bent over and slashed at a few more spots on the pumpkin. "There," she said, satisfied. The face of a man slightly resembling her husband, but with a hooked nose glared up at her. He did seem oddly familiar.

[Ah well, that's me being uncreative. I couldn't bear to leave Sev out too long.]

"Okay," the man said, thinking. After the Headless Horseman introduced himself, the man replied in kind. "Harry, Harry Dresden. I'm a wizard, if you couldn't tell by the way I look like an escaped extra from the set of a Harry Potter movie."

Another person joined into the conversation. "Well...unless this 'Mansion' is hidden in the basement of the Chicago PD, then yeah, I'm a little lost." Harry extended the hand that was not currently carrying a staff, "As I just told him--" he tilted his head to indicate he was talking about the Headless Horseman "--my name is Harry Dresden."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

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((Hello, Larael, I believe))

Tur exaimened the other pumpkins, smiling. "We have some wonderful artists here, I shall say that." He praised, clasping his hands behind his back. His heartbeat quickened when he saw that Nia was still not among them. "Has anyone seen Nienna?" he asked anxiously.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Lady Death reached for a candle, lit it, and placed inside her jack-o'-lantern. Satisfied, she turned toward Fragile's creation. "Oh, how exquisite," she exclaimed. "The detail is amazing!" She gazed around at the other pumpkins her mouth seemingly stuck in an o shape.

[@ Tur: Hmm, yes, that would be me. ]

The last note placed, Aria placed the candle inside her musical pumpkin. It was quite a humble pattern compared to some of the others, but she felt a glow of happiness when recalling the phrase she had carved and the memories it held for her. She looked around at the other pumpkins, slightly in awe.

Admiringly, Aria reached a hand out to brush Fragile's design. "Very pretty," she said softly. "You've had some experience in art, eh?"

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"Sorry, but I tend to be a little tense when I don't end up where I'm supposed to be. The last time something like this happened, I was in a hospital for a while, so forgive me if I'm a little tense," he said, then smiled, "But for you, I'll try to lighten up."

"As for carving pumpkins, I can't say that I've ever had the opportunity. I'm usually too busy chasing down ghost to actually enjoy Halloween," he looked around for a moment. "But it doesn't look like there are that many ghosts here, now are there?"

He decided to make an attempt at carving a pumpkin, but didn't have a knife. "You wouldn't happen to have a knife I could borrow. 'Cause if I try and do it with magic, I'll probably end up making it explode or something? I'm not very good with the fine control stuff."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

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