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October 31st. It felt like most of the day sped right by, the Sun eager to set and let the night sky start the festivities. The day seemed to go so fast, in fact, that by the time your friends had showed up to pick you up, you hadn't actually changed into your costume yet.

"Sam!! Are you serious?!" Molly said, her pale skin contrasting with the dark purples and blacks of her witch costume. Her curly ginger hair had bits of fake cobwebs in them, underneath her large, slightly bent hat, and she was carrying a long, thin, old-looking broom. The dress, well.... it fit her just fine, but it was apparently a bit skimpy by nature, showing a fair bit of freckled cleavage, and the jagged hem of the dress coming down to a bit above her knees, where her pale skin poked out of the top of some long, black-and-purple striped socks.

"The party is in less than an hour, Sam," Nadia adds, "and it's like, fifteen minutes away." She's apparently leaning more towards science than magic, albeit mad science. Her white lab coat contrasted against her dark skin, as did the white-dyed streak through her dark hair. She had a pair of goggles resting on her forehead, and to add a bit of Frankenstein, rather than just Einstein, she had a stitched scar drawn in black marker coming down off her right eye, and a choker around her neck baring two Frankenstein-esque metal bolts.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just got... distracted," in truth, you'd only gotten back to your house a little while ago; you'd sort of.... forgotten, about the party, and had to rush to get a costume together. As it was, you should have something that looks halfway decent.... "I'll be ten minutes, tops," you say, as you quickly retreat upstairs, to change into your costume.