Halloween is chaos. Halloween is calamity. Halloween is a thousand thousand tidbits of myth, imagination, and wish-fulfillment flung into a blender by Ethan Rayne, with Janus gleefully hitting frappe.
But in some places, chaos gets organized. Whether it likes it or not.
In many cases it’s mortal accident. A themed costume party, a Friday night roleplaying group, a family who went as a matched set of characters. In others it’s simple magical contagion, a snarl of enchantment bundling up hapless bystanders who might not have even been in costume… they thought.
In some places, it’s more.
Magic has been twisted. Magic has been broken, the sheer scope of the spell crashing the mystic rules of uncounted universes together in one unholy mess.
Magic, like the proverbial black cat thrown into a cold bath – and then punted out a window – is not happy.
And while it managed to render Ethan down far past component molecules, that is far from enough to soothe a thoroughly outraged mystical force that would really, really like to inflict serious pain on those responsible for this indignity. Such as Janus.
And cats tend to land on their feet.
The old rules are broken? Make new ones.
Snapping back like psychedelic rubber, magic does just that. Even so, in most places, it can’t thwart Janus’ will. It has to sprinkle a bit of youki here, a dash of alchemy there; a fine-grained matrix of different rules and hiccups that will all eventually settle down into one coherent whole. After, of course, decades of chaos.
But some places… are a bit different. Some places manage to give magic a nice, warm, comfy spot to land, tasty as tuna with rules that could work together if, and wreathed with a catnip of interesting possibilities.
Future magical researchers of Hallow Earth may never figure out quite what happened. The conditions in each case are specific, and unique… and any observers were a bit busy to be taking notes.