All Hallows Eve. All Saints Day. Halloween.
There were so many different names for the single holiday, but only one way to truly celebrate it. No, it wasn't by worship or the spread of anarchy. The time-honored tradition of begging one's neighbors for candy was a fun one, but that wasn't it, either. No, the only way to truly celebrate this night was summed up in a single word...
Every where one looked, there were adults dressed in costume; some creative, and others ironic. A few here and there were quite conservative, but the very nature of the event had inspired most to be more bold and daring than they'd have otherwise imagined. Beyond the crowds, the open air event had seen the streets of the city decorated to the nines, with witches and pumpkins and fake cobwebs. And, the food! When one could find their way away from the dancing and the occasional drunken brawl, the food was to die for; seasonal and timeless, as it always was.
The Quincy, Sylvia Brauer, took part in the festivities, as well. Bereft of duty and work for one night, she had traveled to the Americas specifically for this. Her blonde hair lay hidden underneath a wide-brimmed, black-and-almost-purple hat, except for her ponytail, and in place of her usual white coat, she had come garbed in an exotic black dress that was split up the side just enough to show off her legs and thigh when she walked. Her skin had been dyed just the right shade of green, and her nose made to appear larger, for the explicit reason of the perfect witch's appearance.
She'd even been practicing her cackle for a few days. She could hardly be heard over the blaring music sometimes, but she just couldn't half-ass something so important.
She enjoyed herself. She ate. She drank. Now, she was dancing a little, and enjoying a bottle of a local brew that had been flavored appropriately for the season: pumpkin, of course. It was good to let loose and not be so damn serious now and again.