This is Halloween!

[we_bring_hell]

The Bar loves her holidays, but she is also capable of respecting religious strictures. That's why she put a lot of thought into finding a Halloween costume for Harrow that works with her face paint and general insistence on the monochromatic.

Harrow, for her part, is baffled by the white-pinstriped black suit and the oversized bow, but the gloves are very cool, and the buckled shoes suit as well. She has no idea what's going on but she can live with this.

The Bar seems even more unusually populated than usual, and there are a lot of gourds around. Hm.

Comments

[we_do_bones]

"Maybe something I can wear under my robes," she says, doubtfully. "And I'd have to practice with it, try to get used to it."

[herald_ingress]

"Certainly," she agrees. "It's simply an option. When you're here, you might as well take advantage of what you can get here that no one else in your world knows about."

[we_do_bones]

She looks a little guilty. "Ah, you know, I should tell Harrow...and you might as well know, too.

"I squirreled my two-hander away in my trunk when we left the Ninth. I still have it with me at Canaan House."

[herald_ingress]

"Good, now you have two. Use whichever one is more comfortable, and then you'll have a back up, just in case."

[we_do_bones]

"Two swords are always better than one sword," muses Gideon, with imperfect logic. "You should see the collection Camilla the Sixth has. Damn! She could practically fill the whole forge here."

[herald_ingress]

"Really? I love swords. One day I'll have room for a whole wall of them."

[we_do_bones]

Gideon's sword was the only thing she had for longer than she can even remember, and she loves her sword so much she could friggin' marry it.

"Her bed was covered in weapons," she says. "Turns out I'm not the only one faking being a cav."

[herald_ingress]

"You don't strike me as fake, Gideon. Like, at all. How about 'not official' instead?"

[we_do_bones]

"It's fine," she says. "I'm real enough for Harrow and me and that's what matters. And I'm rumbled at Canaan House anyway: Dulcinea figured it out and I think the Sixth always knew."

And she doesn't give a shit what Silas Oktakiseron thinks.

"Besides, what can anyone do about it there? The Second might try to fine me, I guess, but they'd have to stop focusing on how people are getting murdered to care."

[herald_ingress]

“They’d better not try a thing.”

The talk of murdering is upsetting. Ingress wishes she could do more to help.

[we_do_bones]

"Ugh, sorry," says Gideon, at the look on Ingress' face. "'Wandering into a party and killing the mood by talking about death' is unforgivably Ninth, yikes. How about instead..."

She takes Ingress by the shoulder and turns her about so they're both looking out over the crowd. "You tell me which of these suckers you've got your eye on."

[herald_ingress]

Ingress throws her head back and laughs.

“There are a few who could do with a good snogging. I’m rusty with my pick up lines, so I might just go up to the lumberjack over there and say ‘hi, wanna make out?’ That will probably work. Oh, or maybe the pretty black cat in the corner. Ooh, or the sexy witch by the fireplace.”

While the lumberjack presents as male and the witch as female, the black cat either or somewhere gloriously in between. This is like a candy store where everything is delicious!

[we_do_bones]

Gideon nods as though giving her idea serious consideration.

"I bet you could...tie your lasso into your pick-up line, somehow."

[herald_ingress]

Ingress stares at her a moment and then she busts out laughing.

“Funny, very funny,” she says, rolling her eyes in amusement.