Oct. 30th, 2011

[identity profile] prodigious-mage.livejournal.com
Who: All children and teens welcome.
What: The house made of sweets is begging to be eaten explored...
When: Halloween night!
Where: Only five minutes' walk into the woods...

Once upon a time, a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel.  And everyone knows how that turned out.  Their story is concluded.  This is the story of a group of children who, alone, amnesic, and weary, wander into the woods chasing a wisp on the darkest night of the year, searching for a glimmer of excitement to light their hearts.  This is the story of a group of children, who, if lost, would never be missed, not even by a poor woodcutter. Who mourns those with no past or future?

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[identity profile] a-civil-service.livejournal.com
[[OOC: Yuri's fairy tale is The Seven Ravens.]]

[He finds himself standing in a clearing, near a well, with no clear idea of how he came to be there. He must have ventured out of the city to train in secret with his firepower, as he usually does, but now there's an aged, earthen jug in his hands, and he doesn't remember picking it up.

Suddenly, he feels compelled to approach the well with the jug. It's a perfectly natural thing to do. He's clearly meant to collect some water. His father asked him to. At that thought, he pauses, confused.]


Father?

[He doesn't remember his father, does he? Yet he feels sure his father asked him to do this, so maybe some scrap of memory has returned to him. There are some anemoi at the base of the well. He sets the jug on the edge of the well, and bends down to pick up two of the gems and slip them into his pocket, thinking, I can give them to Palom later. Unfortunately, when he straightens, he inadvertently bumps the jug with his elbow, sending it tumbling down into the well.

No, this is wrong. It's very wrong. His father will be furious with him. He has to bring the water back. He leans over, looking down into the well, but he can see nothing, only darkness below. Suddenly, he hears a man's voice, though there is no one there:]


I wish that boy would turn into a raven.

[And then he's changing, feathers sprouting from his neck and arms, and he staggers back, tries to stop it. His body glows blue and blue flames spring from his eyes, but there's nothing he can do, and in a matter of minutes, Yuri is gone. In his place, there is a large, dark bird. It opens its mouth. It speaks in a human voice.]

Father!

[The bird takes flight, heading toward the city. One might find it anywhere there, perched in trees or hopping along the ground, lost: a strange raven with green eyes, which now and then glows with an odd, blue light. It can talk. It can also set things on fire.]
[identity profile] hystaria.livejournal.com
Who: Anyone and everyone
What: The castle nearby means to teach visitors the meaning of fear.
Where: Unsafe zone
When: Halloween
Warnings: Mentions of dead animals

A youth once sought how to shudder at a castle. A haunted castle now lies just outside of Sirocco, awaiting unsuspecting visitors to claim in the name of fear.

Read more... )

( ooc: This is a free-for-all log, so make your own threads for wherever, whenever; multiple threads for one room is okay! Feel free to make up your own areas and things based on the story, this is just a starting point. It may be a good idea to label in the subject where the thread is taking place. )
[identity profile] lifesmegassweet.livejournal.com
WHO: Tsuruya and anybody who so chooses to join her.
WHAT: Lost in the Woods.
WHEN: Halloween.
WHERE: These woods you could've sworn was a neighborhood five seconds ago.
NOTE: Coincides with the candy handouts. Next time, follow the LETTER of the law instead of just the spirit, Tsuruya.

The densely wooded area of... downtown Sirocco? )

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