It was Hallowe'en time across the galaxy and Corellia was certainly no place to be outdone by any other system's celebrations. Coronet city was abuzz with people coming from near and far, buildings bedecked in orange lights and a myriad of festive decorations. On this night of Samhain storefronts and streets spared no expenst nor effort in expressing their holiday spirits.
Cobwebs stretched between streetlamps and signs, ghastly ghouls and ghosts galumphing gaily below. In dim lighting skeletons and creepy-crawly things hung from windows and walls, many moving under power of simple animatronics. Wild nocturnal birds watched and called from between treetop branches. Screams and laughter rang through the air, figures in elaborate costumes, walking on stilts or crawling about in complicated multi-person arrangements seeking any scares they could find or provide themselves.
Stalls sold snacks and, being Corellia, a selection of drinks. Naturally. Morgan was presently looking over the options and wondering if it was worth undoing his mask, dressed as a kind of modernized plague doctor leaning lazily against a black cane with silver-tipped top. Technically he wasn't here just for the festival, but why not participate, right? Besides, he'd heard the haunted houses on Corellia were insane. Someone had died last year. Allegedly.
His beaked face glanced around the crowds gathered on the Coronet outskirts, leaning slightly to stare down the street. The party went, literally, all the way to the red light district near the city's heart. Morgan looked the opposite direction where streets wandered into the planet's wild places. High above the moons were bright and full, stars glimmering in a black and near-cloudless sky. Slender fingers tapped against his coat, wondering how he was supposed to smoke in this mask, before he strode away from the stall with some orange drink in hand toward a promising-looking haunted house. Or abandoned building. It was hard to tell out on the city's edge.
