Grey held up the gauntlets as they sparkled with the reflection of the Amethyst's light. "They have Finity Stones! Father said I wasn't responsible enough for Infinity Stones yet."

 As she was playing with the gauntlets, she lost her grip on the hammer. It fell down on the stairs with a metallic clang but anyone who tried to pick it up would find that it not only would shock them slightly upon touch... but that it was also impossible to lift (10 successes minimum required to make it budge).

 As Sal took a seat nearby, Grey beamed. "We're playing Halloween today! You dress up and get candy!"

Mistrals illusion: Noah walked over and gave Mistral the credible offer that he would take her back to bed for more napping but also encouraged her costumed perfection. "You are lethally good looking with scarlet hair. Mystique is a rather perfect fit for you love. Delightfully hard to pin down but steals the eye once seen."

Cooking: Once Sal sat down Noah pulled up a plate and pulled out a crystal. He cracked the crystal like an egg and poured its contents onto the plate where it formed into lobster omelet just as Noah had promised. He did the same for a glass of orange juice. "Let's see how your stomach handles Tass. Or I can convert it to ectoplasmif you like."
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Michael politely corrected Noah. “The outfit is that of a plague doctor. A physician during the Black Plague who would be on the front lines of combating the disease. What some don’t know is that mask they wore with the large beak was actually stuffed with aromatic herbs to hold off the constant smell of death and decay. Thank you for the breakfast. I had been living off of rations and dehydrated eggs. Fresh food is a nice change of pace.”

Michael had an idea as Sal mentioned his estate just outside of the city as he looked at the black card. “Hey Sal, is there any property for sale around your estate? I can try to move the Haven to the area near it for convenience.”

"Halloween. A young Kindred once told me its the day we get to take of our masks and show the world what we really are. The fool got caught by hunters at the end of a trail of bodies. I think they may have your order, Michael. Got what he deserved. Your costume looks good, Grey, just don't let it get to your head. Yours too, Mistral, but don't let it get to Noah's either, or he might ruin the eggs," he said with a wry grin.

Sal gratefully accepted the food, "Thank you, Noah. I guess I should've known better than to think I wouldn't get an omelette, too."

After Michael's question, he said, "Not really. I chose my location for privacy. I believe there's an old farmhouse for sale 10 miles closer to the city, though..."

 Grey grinned as she picked up her hammer as though it were a plastic toy. "Kay!"

 As Michael mentioned the Plague doctor, Pestillence turned to look at him. It said nothing but simply returned to its work (the four horsemen were off in a corner with Alyssa on their slates).

 Talion had, at some point, vanished in the commotion of breakfast but returned a bit later wearing a grey robe and pointy hat with a gnarled staff in one hand and a large book in the other. He looked at the group with the slightest hint of a smile. "I'm a wizard."

"And here I was worried about me dressing in that type of costume." Fate chuckled to herself. "Great minds think alike Talion. With this book you gave me I was thinking the only thing I was missing was a hat, though maybe a different hat than the original pointed one." She laughed.

Mistique's only answer to Noah's foreseeably favorable reaction was an enigmatic smirk, before sauntering out of the chamber to meet with the others.  She had decided to keep the 'costume', apparently.


Now appearing in the blue-skinned, scarlet-haired, white-gowned form of Mystique from X-Men, Mistral explained to Nefertiti in a melding of the character's voice and her own, "Halloween is a holiday celebrated by costuming oneself, often as fictional characters as Grey and I have.  It originated from a celebration of the dead known as All Hallow's Eve, or 'Toussaint,' en français.  In the Western world, it has become a day for revelry of a light macabre theme."  She regarded the demi-goddess with pupil-less yellow eyes and asked, "I have seen artwork from your era of holy men and women in the animalier likenesses of the gods.  Were such costumes used in divine rites, or otherwise?"


Mistique smiled and nodded once.  "You are inquisitive, Madame Fate.  I appreciate this, as I have similar inclinations.  Oui, I could teach things that would be of use to you.  I doubtless have things to learn from you, as well." 

When Michael provided a rough location for his Haven on the satellite map, Mistral took the slate back and studied it briefly, zooming in and panning around the surrounding area.  Having gotten what she needed, she dismissed the slate into thin air and then twirled a wrist in a circular gesture while speaking a syllable of power.  A round portal with supernal vapor boiling off its edges opened against an amethyst wall, through which could be seen a dingy brick wall in some other place.  Mistique got Michael's attention, then explained, "This Porte will take you to an alley one block's distance from your haven.  It is only visible and traversable to those of us present, as well as to those brought through by our intent.  It can be opened and closed, as so."  She performed a gesture like pushing closed a door and spoke the phrase, "Seal the way."  The portal closed at the command.  She then performed a gesture like turning a knob and pulling a door open and spoke the phrase, "Open the path."  The portal reopened on command.

Mistique turned to Michael with a hand resting on a blue-skinned hip, then said, "The Porte shall remain for one day.  Will you go solo, or would you have assistance?"

Noah kept cooking until there was a plate for everyone. Even the Synths got edible Tass as he assumed it was a treat. There was a plate set in front of Nefertiti. "This may look like cooked eggs but for you, Sal, and our synth buddies it is converted Mana called Tass. Try a bite and see if it agrees with your stomach. I can convert it into one other material if this doesn't agree with you."


"Foods up Horsemen."

Noah held up his own giant mug when Talion walked in, "You're late for breakfast Gandlion." If Talion did not get the reference there would be a Lord of the rings watch party. He smiled at Fate, "Salem is not that far for a shopping trip if you want to find a witch costume still. And it was really mostly new york that got turned into dooms day."

He set out a basket of french breakfast puffs and a pitcher of the good kind of orange juice with the pulp. For his own meal, it was just full-on boiled lobster rather than an omelet. He had gotten squeamish about eating eggs after getting his scales. But he had no problem with other people having them. "Any more rounds we need to add to the list. You all know dark is when it starts happening."

"A trip to Salem for a shopping trip sounds nice especially for my type of style. Sounds good. I think I'd take you up on that offer. A witch costume it is, ironically. When shall we go before or after the police station?" Fate looked to Mistral as she was the one with the transportation ability.

Michael whistles at the magical portal before turning to Mistral and giving a nod of thanks. “Thank you. Since the portal will not fade immediately and I have a couple of hours before the ward fades I’ll eat breakfast with everyone before it gets cold. Afterwards, I can go briefly alone to perform the ritual and return.”

The priest then types a quick message on his phone and pulls out a square card reader that plugs into his phone. A quick swipe of the black card sent a message to his conspiracy along with a generous fund to have supplies and food air dropped to Haven.

Mistique inclined her head in acknowledgement of Michael's acceptance of the portal, then seated herself with a poised posture that was definitely more her character's than her own.  She noticed Talion's wizard robes, which was an understatement made into a garment.  With a smirk, she quipped, "Très magique."  The blue-skinned supervillainess accepted a plate of lobster omelette and took a puff pastry, which she began to eat in a mannerly fashion.

When the question arose about a trip to Salem to shop for a witch costume, Mistique considered, then suggested, "For those of you seeking a costume, be aware that mademoiselle Grey can fabricate garments to one's specifications in the blink of an eye.  One need only to ask.  This is true, Grey, non?"  She primly took another bite, then added, "The catch being that Grey tends to add her own style.  In my view, her contributions are nearly always improvements, but c'est contestable."

Mistique turned to ask Grey with an indulgent smile, "Ma fille, might you be so kind as to create your most fabuleuse hat for Madame Fate?  Conventional materials, and sans dangerous special effects, s'il vous plaît."

 Grey looked up at Mistral while munching on one of the tass omelettes. "But I don't know of any witch hats that aren't pointy. Most witches I know about were called hags and they didn't wear hats at all."

Mistique replied without hesitation, "In that case, you must be creative.  Think of it, ma fille.  You will be l'inventrice of the first not-pointy witch's hat in existence."  She didn't know what this hat may look like either, but she was certain that a miniature godling of pure creative power would be up to the challenge of inventing one.

 Grey thought and thought and, while the Horsemen were busy eating, the readings on their tablets spiked for a brief second.

 After which, Grey ran up to Fate and planted both of her little hands on Fate's pant legs. Fate's forehead was suddenly engulfed in a halo of white. When the glow faded, her head was wrapped in a black silk bandanna with deer antlers made of synth bone. On the front and back of each antler was a holster for incense (a total of 4 holsters in total). Finally, just behind the antlers were four faux raven feathers tucked into each side of the headband at a 45 degree angle.

 From the antlers were tied strips of black silk into which synth bone fangs of some sort of nondescript carnivore were woven. They jingled each time she turned her head.

Nefertiti looked at Mistral as she explained what was going on.

It wasn't much for her to grasp but still she didn't know what to think of being during this holiday of celebration.  When the question was asked she looked a bit serious.

"Oh my dear it was all for Royalty and Ceremonial Reasoning. her words then slowly drifted to a softer tone as she started to remember some of the things she was taught by the High Priestess.

Then she watched as many started changing the clothing they was wearing and the little Grey touched Fate and produced an interesting headpiece for her to wear.

Fate used her slate to try and get a better look at the headpiece. "It certainly looks 'interesting'" She felt around the daggly bits from the horns. "Hopefully it doesn't draw too much attention, at the wrong time that is." Fate didn't quite have much more to say about the hat, nor did she want to upset Grey if she stuck her foot in her mouth. "It'll... do." She did her best not to sound bemoaning or begrudging and tried to resign herself to accepting this hat as the 'one'.

Sal chuckled, "Grey, you have a wonderful imagination! Could you please make me a Jedi costume? I already have a lightsaber, I just need the robes. Light-side, please, like Obi-wan's."

Noah smiled at this little wedding at Cana moment. The unraveled of knots was alive and well. Noah tilted his head at Fate. He flipped that giant slate to an old video that her headdress reminded him of. https://youtu.be/QRg_8NNPTD8

"White robe and a little creative makeup and you'd be right there. Though, tilt your head back for doors. Going forward causes back issues." He tilted his own head back and even in the smaller form dragon horns still weighed a lot.

 Grey grinned and ran over to Sal, planting her hands on his pants too. Sal's clothing began to swirl and morph, flowing and reconfiguring until he was wearing brown robes made of... what was likely some sort of synthetic microfiber.

"Thanks for the advise." Fate nodded to Noah.

Michael admired the new outfits on everyone. “So what kind of party do people of your caliber have?”

Mistique gave a single nod in acknowledgement of Nefertiti’s words, and wondered if she’d given offense for speaking of the gods of Egypt.  Perhaps the demigoddess was simply nostalgic for an era past and gone for millennia.  After a long pause she said quietly in her own voice, though she still wore the look of the blue femme fatale, “This world must be étrange to you indeed, even apart from our bizarre recent experience.  You have no cultural reference for these fictional characters, and even the archaic origins of this holiday came millennia after your time.”  Mistral considered, then asked, “Do you wish to revisit Egypt, Queen Nefertiti?  Much will have changed, but relics from your time do remain.  The world still studies your history and culture.”

Grey’s headwear creation was remarkable, Mistique thought, and the elfin godling’s creativity continued to be amusingly unpredictable.  She returned to the villainess voice, which sounded somewhat incongruous providing encouragement to Grey, “Très bien, Grey.  Merci for your merveilleuse creations.”  Fate herself seemed less than certain about it, so she said, “It is a striking look.  Would you still like to visit Salem to search for the rest?”

Mistique answered Michael’s question evenly, “I myself have not celebrated this holiday since my youth, so I am as curious as you are, mon ami.  I suppose this may be the one day of the year for ones such as us to go unnoticed in Sleeper society.  Human society, pardon.”  She turned a blank yellow-eyed gaze to Noah, who she suspected had plans for celebration, as he seemed to for everything else.

"Thank you Grey. How do I look?" Sal posed with the "lightsaber" careful not to touch anyone with it.

Sal said to Michael with a wink, "I've never partied with people of our caliber, before. I imagine its far more fun than the parties I'm used to."

"Grey would make sure of that, in any case. Wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He grinned at the godling and patted her affectionately on the head.

"A trip to Salem does sound good especially now. This hat has me thinking of the Angelina Jolie Maleficent. I think we could find an outfit that better fits it." Fate had already started thinking of the possible costume with maybe a corset, definitely pants, and maybe long black sleeves which could be fit under her vambraces, after all the vambraces fit the style already.

 Talion sat in his chair, looking far more comfortable in his robes than in his suit. "I don't know. I've never celebrated it before... but, from what I understand, there is candy, ghosts, and decorations. So, I have taken the liberty of setting up a haunted house for the children. The four horsemen will be chaperoning them... sans War. War will be presiding over the festivities for the refugees in the city. Food, costumes, and candy for the children. Alyssa is tasked with coordinating the reconstruction of the city but they all have been asked to gather for the celebration as well.

 With the mayor giving synthetics basic human rights, this will be a good time for humans and synthetics to close old wounds.

 … and Atlas will be handling the food and drink for the rest of us after the festivities and after the children have gone to bed."