"Good evening, sir," said the Signora Psyche Zenobia. "Ah yes, food would be most welcome, and I am pleased to hear the cuisine is excellent. I only partake of the finest of the fine."
She then turned her-- most coveted-- attention to Deria. "Alas, poor innocent, one can! Alas, we are all in varying states of decay, and that most deliciously ethereal action-- dancing-- is now unattainable! Ah, but you are so graceful!" Indeed, although the Signora Psyche Zenobia would never admit to it, it did her poor heart good to see such grace.

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TT was startled from her position on the couch.

"Are you ok, Mr... Horseman... sir?" she asked awkwardly.

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

TT smiled. "No, no... that's true. Odd things seem to happen in this mansion, no? I mean, it's not every day you see a man with no--" TT stopped herself, totally embarrassed. "Sorry", she mumbled. "I didn't mean to... sorry".

Yikes, I missed a lot.



"Indeed," Morfinneth said. "I ended up procrastinated a little myself. I...I mean, we," Morfinneth nudged her husband. "waited until the last moment." She looked at Celephinnon. "Normally it is my dear husband that waits until the last moment, there for making us late," she told her mother. "To nearly every gathering," she added.
Celephinnon rolled his eyes. He knew his wife would mention that. He would have made a remark, but he thought it rude to do so in front of his mother-in-law, so he kept it to himself. Morfinneth saw his look, but she ignored it and turned her attention back to Nurr. "Are you enjoying yourself so far, mother?" she asked.

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^ Sig set by Goldy!

Maeve chuckled slightly at the sight of the Horseman and moved away from the fire herself. She noted the girl, TT's, edge in her voice as she mentioned the odd goings-on that seemed to go hand-in-hand with the mansion. She turned toward TT, intending to finish her conversation from earlier. "I'm Maeve," she said, "Sorry for leaving you without an answer for so long. I do tend to go into lapses of pondering and musing. It seems to be common amongst us poets."

Fuschia grinned, and took a cookie, and munched it in utter amusement. She couldn't help but jump again as the Horseman yelped, but then giggled softly as he went to stand by the window to dose the fire.

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

(Omg! So many pages! I've not been able to catch up so I'm just going to have Beej and Lyds drop in conveniently. Sorry it has taken so long. I'm uber busy with school, but I just love Hallowfest sooo much)

It was dark, gloomy and a bit damp which only served to make the temperature cooler. The cobblestone path through the wooded area lead subsequently to two large gates (very foreboding gates). They were black and angular, more than likely rusted and creaky. The house the run down gates used to guard was even more impressive. Tall, gothic and victorian styles woven together perfectly with the pitch sky and diamond lights strung behind it. It was the perfect horror picture that Lydia, under normal circumstances, would have adored running about and taking pictures of.

But...the dark was oppressive and lights were on in the house and she was cold and stuck with a less than friendly or sane poltergeist who would probably kill her first chance he figured out a loop hole in their agreement. All she wanted to be was inside and warm.

Now, Lydia Deetz was not normally afraid of the dark. Her life was one big black room after all, but in combination with the cold and leering ghost next to her she was all for a bit of light. Speaking of leering, lecherous, psychopathic and pudgy ghosts....she looked for Betelgeuse at her side and cringed when she didn't see him.

"Hello?" She asked to the air that Betelgeuse previously occupied, dragging her black coat closer to her thin form. "Hello..." She said more adamantly, her pace picking up as she felt dull panic rising. The ghost basterd he was just going to leave her here to freeze to death and he'd be free! That was cheating...Lydia frowned and adjusted her black earmuffs over her black hair as she reminded herself that the poltergeist didn't care about fair.

"Betel-" Her voice was cut off immediately, by a less than wanted hand and the poltergeist attached to it was not at all pleased.

"Don't say that," he hissed, his yellow eyes glaring at her.

"I thought..."

"That I left yah?" The ghost snorted at the notion, floating along side the girl as she passed the gates, she could see the doors now. "Think I'm that stupid? I'm gone for two minutes and you're trying to slink out on the deal already," he said with a frown.

Lydia went from nervous to indignant in a manner so quick that it was only achievable by teenagers. "I wasn't! I thought you were going to let me get lost out here."

Betelgeuse's brows creased and a contemplative look crossed his face.

"That's not such a..." he stopped talking and dodged the elbow sent towards his stomach. "Geez, babes. I'm not really gonna leave you by yourself. Like I said, breathers are good for nothing when it comes to deals."

Lydia frowned and stuffed her hands deep into her pockets, she would have made an impressive pout if not for her reddening nose.

Betelgeuse curled his lip back and attempted to change the subject to make the girl less sulky...not that he cared, it was just annoying.

"Where are we anyway?" He asked looking at the old doors that they were now faced with. His companion looked over her shoulder her pale features coming together as she thought the question over, her hand still on the door handle.

"Don't know," Lydia responded, pushing the door open, happy to find it open.

"Great," the poltergeist responded with a roll of his eyes.

"Scared Be-," she stopped herself this time and held up her hands in apology as she caught the murderous look in his eyes. "Habit."

"Right," he said with another eye roll that if he had been alive it might have been painful, he remained outside for a bit looking about.

Lydia smirked and stepped into the main entrance and let out squeal which quickly brought Betelgeuse to her side, looking about.

"Whas' the matter?" He asked looking around the decidedly less than scary room. It was decorated for God's sake. What had her so excited? Oh.

"It's a party BJ!" She exclaimed and the ghost sighed - he apparently got a nick name. "Let's go find everyone."

"I dunno, Lyds," the poltergeist responded. Wait? Since when did he turn down a party. "Who am I kiddin? Let's go!"


Lydia punched the air in victory and the pair called a silent truce until they found out what was going on.

"Hello?" Lydia called out, looking around the corner,the first thing that came to her sight was the figure of the Headless Horseman. Her brown eyes went wide and she grinned. "Deadly-vu," she said, walking inside the room with all the people.

"Wow, nice costume," Betelgeuse said appreciatively, having forgone floating for good ol' walking about the breathers, he stayed close to Lydia though. Just in case.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Holly had fallen asleep on her feet while playing her violin and woke up curled up in a corner, instrument clutched in her hands. She frowned as she put her violin back into her messenger bag, she had to find a permanant place to sleep.

Just then she noticed that there was a horse drinking tea out of a bucket. Odd... she mused. "Where'd this horse come from?" she mumbled slightly, on account of the fact that she wasn't quite awake yet.

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