Session October 8, 2016

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Paranoid and greedy people make stupid mistakes, she thought.

By CC

When she was promoted to Archangel status the one thing she found hardest to deal with was androgyny. But oh well, the pay was worth it. She could be an It until then. Oh yeah, they often had gender specific names, and that was even more confusing. She was just in it for the glory, though. That was the pay, and since she was mainly incorporeal that was more than enough. Plus the sword and orb! She loved her new halo and the larger set of wings.

Brandishing the sword overhead to gauge the effect, she pondered her situation. It really wasn’t much of a job. Paranoid and greedy people make stupid mistakes, she thought. I really won’t need to use this much. They’ll end up punishing themselves.

She set down the sword and orb and lay on the grass beside them. This could be a sweet position. Reporting to court once a month, maybe, and the rest of the time lolling on the grass or flying overhead flashing her regalia. And in 2 years, she could retire with a pension, her correct gender pronoun intact.

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The way he said it made him sound like a true believer.
by TNT

"I don't care, I'm not celebrating Halloween as a holiday. I don't believe Halloween is a religious festival and it shouldn't be celebrated at all," said Sid. 

"Oh, of course it's fun for the children and everyone can dress any way they like," said Margie.

"I don't like people in masks or costumes - people could commit crimes while wearing them," replied Sid. 

Very respectable and square Sid, she thought. "Oh, don't be like that. I'm sure it is all law-abiding and innocent fun. Lord knows we need more fun in this town," Margie laughed. 

"It'll be fine for those immoral and illegal activities we've read about in the papers. But I still believe Halloween should not be celebrated - it's Pagan. Spirits and Goblins, indeed!" Sid scoffed. "I plan to be in bed with shades drawn and lights out, doors locked and my alarm system fully activated."

Margie didn't argue with Sid. He was always so stubborn. The way he pronounced any opinion made him sound like a true believer.

Margie finished the dishes. At the door were two masked people. They rang the doorbell. When Margie opened the door, she saw they were carrying weapons.

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She saw an abandoned wheelbarrow and ran to retrieve it.
By BG

The Halloween Festival was a tradition in the little town of Cold Spot, Montana. Everyone from far and wide marked their calendar for the weekend before the 31st as soon as they got their new one for next year. People spent months preparing. Some prepared for the parade, others for the cooking contests and others for the games. There were always booths, activities, music and dancing, and, of course, most important of all were the costumes. Just about everybody attended in some kind of costume or another. The local shops had many for purchase. Some sent away for them. But most made their own. People had amazing imaginations when it came to thinking up interesting costumes to make. Each year there was a different theme. This year was native and wildlife. Everyone felt it would be an easier theme to work with than last year's theme of technology and inventions. 

The weekend finally came and there were dozens of butterflies and birds and bunnies and other fluffy creatures. There was a gathering of several dozen school children near the bandstand in the center of the park, hopping up and down or soaring with outstretched feathered arms and fluttering around in time to the music. All of a sudden the group stopped in their tracks, mouths open, looking towards the parking area. Clarissa Johnson, who had won the prize for the best 10-to-12 year old costume, shrugged out of her wings. She saw an abandoned wheelbarrow and ran to retrieve it. She tipped it over and hid underneath, not daring to even peek out. Otto, the old man from the mountain, had arrived.

There were very few people who realized he was in there. His costume was a full-sized grizzly bear skin and he approached at full height, towering over the gardens and lumbering along the path. It wasn't until he was right up close to the crowd that they saw his beard, and a collective sigh of relief washed over the entire park. "Happy Halloween, Otto" they all cried.