[center] [img]https://imgur.com/IYihMs5.png[/img] [img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjg4LjdhYmJmZi5UR0Y1YkdFZ1NIbGhZMmx1ZEdoMWN3LjA/sabrina-destiny.regular.webp[/img][/center] [color=gray][i]Halloween Festival, Outside of the Haunted House[/i][/color] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] [@Punished GN], [@Fernstone][/sub] [hr] [quote=Sully][color=goldenrod]“Come little bee! Guide us to the nectar.”[/color][/quote] Layla's face lit up, and she practically skipped with glee over to Sully, who aimed to make [i]her[/i] the leader of the great conga line. But before she could get any further, and before Linqian could react to Layla's [i]helpful[/i] hand, she felt a rope-like thread snake around her waist. [color=7ABBFF][b]“Wha-”[/b][/color] [i]Yank![/i] Layla looked back as she was dragged, seeing Sabrina with a focused look on her face. Layla's eyes widened, before looking back. The conga line grew smaller and smaller, blending into the crowd of the festival. Layla threw out her hands as she was dragged away, wailing dramatically. [color=7ABBFF][b]“Noooo!”[/b][/color] At least she had the taste of beer in her mouth still, warming her belly. With a resigned sigh, she let herself get dragged away, and began walking on her own two feet towards the docks. She could see the ferry in the distace, and smiled. There was still lots of fun to be had with her friends, on such an auspicious night. If she was lucky, she'd ask Mr. Devola for a top up near the conclusion of the evening. She wondered about Sabrina's house. What was it like? An apartment like her own, or an actual house? Her head turned to Sabrina, curiosity in her tone. [color=7ABBFF][b]“Where's your home, Sabrina?”[/b][/color] [hr] [center] [img]https://imgur.com/ZVvc9qJ.png[/img] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/renderfont4/ywLOY/eyJyIjoiZnMiLCJoIjoxODMsInciOjI4MTMsImZzIjo2NSwiZmdjIjoiI0JDQkNCQyIsImJnYyI6IiMwMDAwMDAiLCJ0IjoxfQ/VHN1a2lubyAoTHVuYSkgSW5vdWU/playfair-display-regular.png[/img][/center] [color=gray][i]Halloween Festival, Temple's Booth[/i][/color] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] [@AtomicEmperor][/sub] [hr] Tonight was the one night a disguise would never, could never be questioned. And in her line of work, a disguise, blending into the crowd or the scenery, was necessary. Her own outfit was a form of nostalgia for any anime-lover, wearing a [i]ghoulishly[/i] bunny-like mask over her face, hood raised and hands in her hoodie pockets. The mask's lack of expression was slightly off putting, despite appearing cute. She leaned against a tent pole on the opposite side, staring across the sea of people at her particular target for the evening. Curiously, it wasn't the Sycamore, like what Mother Cards usually asked. No, this time Luna was watching the Temple. The hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen. Customers coming to get their plates filled, and leaving to enjoy the rest of the festival. Actual Temple members conversing with one another as they worked within the tent. Her vigil was interrupted as a certain drunkenly obnoxious conga line matched its way across her field of vision, causing Luna to roll her eyes under the mask. The one night she wasn't watching the Sycamore, they go and make a spectacle of themselves. She spotted Drake and Sully easily enough, strangely with Greenwood and 8th Street members. The moment the Sycamore-Temple Leon joined the conga line, Luna was on the move. The Temple was left with one less defense. The Temple lacked its Sycamore tie. If she was going to learn any more tonight, she had to move now. Luna waited in the line until she made it to the front of the Temple's booth. [color=bcbcbc][b]“I'm so hungry, can you load me up with your best dish?”[/b][/color] She was watching the individuals on the other side of the table, particularly a certain Mr. Salamente, from behind her mask.