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PLOTYNYSTYNE the Omnipotent:
Canterlot has never been much of a place to cause a ruckus, or doesn't like to think of itself as such.  It's a town with considerable reputation for class and refinement, rather well justified in it if its residents do say so themselves.  Many of Ponyville's quaint little customs don't translate well into the posh environment that Canterlot lends itself to, seen as fit for ruffians and rubes who can't appreciate the finer pleasures of life.

Tonight...is a bit of an exception.  Though its tone is somewhat subdued compared with the happy-go-lucky Ponyville festivities, Canterlot's own Nightmare Night could hardly be labeled as less than the small town's.  Though some turn up their noses at actually participating in the fun, even the most wet blankets can't deny that it's a wonderful night to show how "in" they are with the latest Nightmare Night fashions or pioneer a few, compete with their neighbors to have the most expensive and elaborate decorations surrounding their domiciles or places of business, or rake in the bits from those who did so appreciate the spirit of the night.

Tonight, the main streets are lined with vendors, stalls, and various stations where goodies can be bought or earned by enterprising young or not-so-young colts and fillies.  Large public spaces and parks are filled with ponies wheeling, dealing, or showing off their goodies and costumes.  Themed costume contests advertise their prizes, and even a few haunted houses have been set up boasting things even scurrier than the prospect of the hoity-toity Canterlot elite letting their flawless outfits gather dust.

There is also plenty of entertainment for those who consider themselves too highbrow to participate in those boorish activities, though.  What Canterlot citizen doesn't like a good excuse to throw a dinner party?  Several public ones are set up in various venues across the city, and invitations were sent weeks or even months in advance for some of the private ones.  Thus all ponies, regardless of their penchant for paying more than they ought for a name attached to their couture, can find some enjoyable activity in the night when the shadows come out to play...

Gladius:
Normally a night off would be annoying, but a holiday, especially his favorite one, was acceptable. It was really the Night Guard's time to shine anyway with how the princess they served was often the star, so Gladius didn't hold any grudges with his superiors for "letting" him have a break. Would probably be nice to check out the festival for once anyway instead of spend the whole night counting, polishing and then counting everything in the armory of the castle over and over.

He needed a costume though... would be lame if he went looking normal while everypony else dressed up. But Gladius, due to time and lack of materials to work with, had very limited options available to him, what little he could scrounge together having forced him to make due with a pretty basic "zombpony" kind of look. Some make up here and there, tear up some old clothes that he was going to throw out anyway since they were falling apart as it was, fake blood and so on and he was done up... alright. He wasn't going to win any contests o course, but he could at least walk around feeling the spirit of the holiday.

He gave himself a once over in his mirror, feeling a bit proud of how decent his makeup job had been considering his rush, then nodded to signify it would do before heading outside. A haunted house sounded fun right about now, maybe followed up with some games or having a few of the treats being sold out in the streets. last year, if he remembered, there was this one stall set up by the park that had these delicious smelling pumpkin spice cakes on a stick covered in a pretty sweet looking frosting with was, of course, decorated to fit the spirit of the night. He made a mental note to make darn sure he checked to see if that stall was set up again for this year since, unfortunately, last year he'd missed out.

Woodwind:
Woodwind stops for a moment to take in his surroundings, pushing up the brim of the big floppy pointed hat upon his head. He's been wandering for a while now, more or less aimlessly, just taking in the decorations and various costumes on display. His own wasn't that impressive, simply an old, purple robe and matching hat, along with a long stick to use as a staff. He doesn't recognize where he's managed to end up, but he's not particularly worried. Being a pegasus, he could easily just fly up and find his way home, even with the robe somewhat hampering his wings. He watches the other ponies pass on by for a few minutes, none really paying him any mind as he stands off to the side. After a couple more moments, he decides he'll get back to wandering, and turns to head off down a nearby street. Something, or rather, somepony catches his eye though, and he stops again to look around for the orange coat of a pony he thought he recognizes. He spots the orange coated zombie quick enough, and smiles slightly. He thinks that's Gladius under the makeup. The brown pegasus trots after the off-duty guard. Thankfully, Gladius doesn't seem to be in particular hurry, and Woodwind soon catches up to him. He waves once he's close enough to be sure it's the right pony and catches his eye. He takes a moment to pull out his notebook and write in it. "Hi. I like your costume." He smiles as he shows the guard the notebook. "Have you had a good night?"

Gladius:
Distracted by the thought of frosted cake on a stick, Gladius didn't notice the other stallion right away, his head being in sweet sugary clouds up until he noticed a wave in his peripheral vision. He blinked and narrowed his eyes at the other pony, it taking him a sec to realize who it was as the distance between them shrank. Finally picking up on his identity, Gladius smiled.

"Hey, Woodwind. Nice wizard look," he complimented, taking in Windy's choice of costume and assuming it to be what it came across as. He let Windy take a second to write down his message, then replied with, "Heh, you do? It's just a quick makeup job, but I suppose it did come out pretty alright for how thrown together it was. Guess binging on horror films and books for the month made me pick up a few things, huh?"

Windy's next question was met with a shrug, "Eh, my nights really only just started to be honest. Only came out not too long ago. So far I haven't really done much, though I am trying to find a decent looking haunted house somewhere to explore or some other activity. Dunno where to start, is my problem. Have you done much so far? Had any fun spooks or scarys?"

Woodwind:
"Thanks." Woodwind writes at Gladius' compliment, and adjusts his hat slightly. While he's satisfied with his costume, the floppy brim of the hat does get in the way a little bit. He nods at the larger pegasus with a smile when he suggests that watching a bunch of horror movies and reading books taught him how to do zombie makeup. "Definitely." He shifts a little bit nervously when the guard mentions that he's looking for a good haunted house. "I haven't been out very long either." She writes, shaking his head. "I do know of a haunted house my sister wanted to go to though. I'm usually too scared to go to them though." He looks away for a few moments, feeling strangely sheepish about it. "I could take you there though. And maybe it wouldn't be so bad if somepony else was with me."

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