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Corrupt Eternal Beatrix (Morgan Le Courtier)
Location: Dance Floor
Dice Roll: 1, 7, 4

No s**t, the money was always good, especially once she'd actually figured out that she'd been getting paid. Part of her felt stupid about how long it had taken her to actually look at her bank account but it worked out in the end.

"Yeah they really have all their I's dotted and t's crossed, way too complicated for me yanno." Speaking up as she turned back from throwing a few more glowsticks, she used the edge of her heel to kick one of the spent ones up from the floor. She had a small purse with her, well bag more than anything, and she was putting the things in there for now.

"You should, hell eat em outta house and home yanno? If there's a buffet you gotta take advantage of it. Get me a vodka redbull, plus an extra can of redbull." It would help because she'd had to wake up early to try to make herself a bit more presentable for things like this. It worked out in the end even if she didn't like how some of the guys asked for her number. Sure she smiled and laughed it off but she really wanted to make them regret it.

It would've been better if Chara was here too since he vibed pretty well but it was awesome to have Kailynne out and about since they were still getting used to it all and this whole thing was a good example of draining without harming people. It wasn't her cup of tea but it made sense that this would be easier in the long run since the stock would replenish itself.

Lev Sokolovsky (Captain Reidite)
Lo​​cation: Dance floor(ish)
Dice Roll: 9, 4, 7

Lev shrugged. He didn’t need anyone to be his friend. His scary expression usually kept people away. And not many people cared to look all the way up at him. Sure, people like to gush about how great it must be, being tall. But no! He couldn’t go through doorways without making sure he wouldn’t hit his head. Cars were a problem and he always felt squished in them. Heaven forbid he be stuck in economy on a plane! He might as well crawl into the luggage rack for as much space as he got for his legs!

He sneered at the thought of his boss. He owed him his life, he knew. He owed Misha his life. But that didn’t mean he was thrilled about it. He was there. He was doing his job.

Oh, but speaking of his boss. He saw the blond stumble into the area of the dance floor. Lev sighed.

“Come. We will make sure he does not get hurt,” he decided, against his better judgment.

He glanced over to make sure Misha was following as he approached the prickly blond. But that was okay, because he was a prickly blond, too.

“You are very intoxicated. Perhaps water?” he suggested, holding out his hand to try and make sure Lovely did not collapse. It wasn’t often that he saw him unpowered, but there were a few times, and that was enough for him to recognize him.

Also that angry look helped.

Celeste Durand (aka Captain Carnallite)
Location: Lounge
Dice Roll: 9, 9, 6, 3

Celeste didn’t know what she’d done to cause the other woman to move on so quickly but assumed it was her resting b***h face. Though she hadn’t minded the company, Celeste wasn’t the most welcoming individual. Maybe the other woman was doing the social thing and making her way around the room. Before long, she’d already found someone else.

The important thing was that she knew to steer clear of Charlie.

Celeste caught Charlie when she bounced her way over, but held her loosely. Perhaps unsurprisingly, hugs weren’t really Celeste’s thing.

“I have a friend who works here,” she lied easily to explain her presence there, then eyed the man who came over with Charlie. “Nice to meet you,” she said, even if she wasn’t all that enamored with meeting anyone. She at least eyed him curiously, maybe a bit suspiciously, like she was trying to figure out what his intentions were with her sister.

“No glowsticks for you,” Celeste said, trying to remove it from the zipper of Charlie’s hoodie. “They’re off limits. You’re banned for life, remember?” She glanced at Aiden again and explained, with a completely straight face, “She broke a few open when she was a kid and drank the liquid inside thinking she’d be able to see her stomach glow through her skin.”

A lie, maybe, but a believable one, in Celeste’s opinion. Probably not a great reason to keep an adult from having one considering Charlie wasn’t quite that airheaded anymore, but whatever. It was her prerogative to be protective and demanding as an older sister or something.

Lovely Belrose (aka General Aquamarine)
Location: Dance floor
Dice Roll: 9, 7, 3, 8, 7

Just as Lovely expected, Ilian didn’t come after him. Too busy playing the boy scout he never got to be as a kid but seemed intent on being now that he’d made the Negaverse his life. Heaven (or whatever) forbid he not put himself in a position to oversee things for one goddamn night. They shouldn’t even be here. This sort of menial labor should be left to the Lieutenants. As far as Lovely could tell, none of the other Sovereigns had bothered to show their faces yet.

Then again, he wasn’t sure he’d recognize their faces if he saw them. Magic was annoying like that.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was that Ilian was always volunteering and doing his job (and doing it well, in Lovely’s opinion) when he could be making other people do it while he and Lovely did whatever they wanted. Would it kill him to dance and have fun? Lovely wasn’t even terrible company! Not to Ilian, at least. To everyone else, yes, he was horrid and he didn’t care, but Ilian should want to be with him! Did the job really have to come first all the time? Couldn’t he supervise just as effectively from the dance floor? It wasn’t like they were under attack. This was the easiest mission they’d had in ages!

“What?” Lovely blinked, then shook his head like he was trying to dislodge his thoughts. There were two blond figures in his way, one who was very tall and the other who was quite a bit shorter. Lovely scoffed when he recognized them. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m not even that drunk.”

He did, however, pause to consider the taller of the two. Misha was a pest, so Lovely ignored him, but Lev wasn’t entirely unattractive. Not a bad Captain either, in that he did the bare minimum without complaining too much and didn’t need to be micromanaged. Lovely appreciated competence and independence in an agent. If he was going to have underlings, he wanted them to be able to do their jobs without making more work for him.

“Dance with me,” Lovely demanded. “Ilian’s too busy making drinks to bother. Help me make him jealous and I’ll double your bonus.”

Tanwyn Whittacre (Lieutenant Weissite)
Location: Aquarium Hallway
Dice Roll: 1, 1

“So that’s awful, swapping back and forth between day and night.” Been Basyl’s schedule as long as Tanwyn had known him, but didn’t make it any better. He shrugged. “Long as you’re comfortable.” Though Tanwyn doubted he was.

Not that any of them were in this situation.

Nat was tense, Basyl was confused, Ivory was snappy. Cocktail for a bad time, despite the venue. Or because of it. Least it seemed contained to their small bubble. Everyone around them seemed to be having a perfectly fine time, and Tanwyn let himself be distracted by a group of girls next to them, waving a glowstick at the glass of the tank to make a fish chase and dance after it. He ought to have known better than to let his focus wander.

Ivory dipped away from him and was out of reach in less than an instant. As an adult, he was free to wander on his own, but it was Ivory... Tanwyn hesitated, hovering stiffly on the spot and watching the younger man disappear. “Want me to stick with him?” He asked Nataniel.

Mauvian Desiree (Civ Glamour)
Location: Lounge (Bar)
Dice Roll: 6, 6

It wasn't hard to miss Aloysius nor was it very difficult to see that longing in his eyes at the bottles of liquor behind the bar. It was a siren's song she guessed to him so she stepped in with a glass of water to help distract him. Keeping him busy always seemed to work and she was fine with that, Liam always ended up getting them to relax anyway so there wouldn't be any harm in pushing him to work work work. Busy tasks kept trouble from sprouting and she was very keen on them remaining sober.

"Of course Aloysius, I'll take those." Trading the glass for some of the dimmed glowsticks, she let them fall into the container behind the bar before turning back and eyeing Akito. They looked like trouble, much like Blaise did, but it wasn't her place to tell him who he should pick for his team.

"Des or Desiree, either work. It looks like you came prepared for tonight didn't you?" They were definitely more suited to the club seen than Aloysius was but getting them to dress casually was a lost cause.

Baz Lemarchand (Corrupt Ilmari of Chastity)
Location: Lounge (at the bar).
Dice Roll: 8, 10, 6, 4, 9.

Baz nodded, picking up on the hint from Everlee—her use of our superior, the subtle reminder that keeping his voice down didn’t mean people wouldn’t overhear them and that there might very well have been Order infiltrators out in the club tonight. (Well. “Infiltrators” gave them more credit than they probably deserved. With ““Order”” being as disorganized as it was and them no doubt being here as civilians, they were probably just trying to have cute, fun time on their own, rather than doing anything important that might’ve stood to ruin everything.

But that didn’t mean they didn’t have ears. Or that they might not have henshin pens tucked in their pockets or handbags, the way that Baz did.)

Even though Baz’s ability to hear the conversation between Waru, Aelius, and Mr. Silver-Hair ebbed and flowed with the tides of the overlapping chatter around them—and the competing need to heed everything that Everlee said, much easier to hear thanks to proximity—he paid attention all the same. Picking up on snatches was better than nothing. For a moment, when Mr. Silver-Hair gave Waru a kiss and retreated, Baz really hoped that everything would be fine. The comment from Aelius seemed designed to provoke a negative reaction, no matter how many caveats he attached about how he really meant something about college students.

It was going to be fine, though, right? The third man had walked off with only a kiss to Waru’s cheek, thus disengaging himself from any potential fights. Now, things would calm down, and nobody would fight, and everything would be lovely and successful.

Except then, Aelius set his drink down in a strop, and then Waru skulked off on his own, and—oh.…… Oh, no.

“I’m going after him,” Baz told Everlee, quickly shunting a twenty-dollar bill from his handbag over to the closest tip jar. “I won’t get video, but I’ll still get notes.”

Specifically, Baz meant to get voice notes. As he weaved through the crowd, hot on Waru’s trail—thank you, tiny waist and practice moving in heels—he quickly set up his phone’s Voice Memos app to record, then hid said phone in his little purse. When Waru finally stopped, Baz wasn’t too far behind him.

He paused on the threshold of the aquarium hallway, taking a moment to compose himself. Properly settled down, Baz could come on gently as he swooped over to Waru. (He took a moment on the way to both appreciate the floor-to-ceiling tanks of non-fish, so very lifelike and all so beautiful—true masterworks of Negaverse craftsmanship—and to snag some greyed out glowsticks that had gotten left behind but not properly deposited for transfer to Negaspace.) Carefully adjusting his bag’s delicate strap, Baz slid in to Waru’s left-hand side.

“Waru?” His tone came out cautious and considerate (and maybe a little hesitant; after all, it was still a bit weird to be addressing his boss by a personal name instead of as Albite or Boss). “Is everything alright? I—I was just in the lounge, and I saw you leaving by yourself? ……Are you okay?”

Nothing about the conversation (or what parts had been overhead) got mentioned. Baz only intended to bring that up if he slipped and revealed that he’d been spying.

Sable Burgess (Captain Andesine)
Location: Lounge (Bar).
Dice Roll: 8, 9, 2, 9, 7.

Sable nodded when Emmett confirmed for the bartender exactly what she’d intended. While she understood, theoretically, that people sometimes made Jägerbombs with Red Bull instead of with beer, she fundamentally didn’t understand why you would do that. Red Bull tasted worse than unwashed a** on a good day, without any help, and its flavor brought out all of the wrong notes of the Jägermeister.

“Jäger has a bit of a complicated flavor,” she told Emmett. “There are sweet hints in it, but sort of complex ones. Then, they’re balanced out by the peppery parts and the bite of the alcohol.”

Which would be significant, considering Jägermeister had an ABV of 35%. But it really wasn’t that bad, in Sable’s opinion. Besides, Emmett was incredibly tough and resilient. One didn’t make it to General without exactly the kind of nerve it took to drink Jäger.