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Dylon laughed as well, looking out at the chaos around them. "Man. This place sure is rowdy! I've never been to a place that was so chaotic... except maybe that one year at Fan Expo..."

Nerrrrrrrd.

Arland didn't have any Christmas attire. Or, rather, he owned some it simply had not been amongst the things that had come along with him on the trip to the Deus Island. He'd made up for that by finding one of his tackiest green sweaters, layering it over a white t-shirt and tying a dark coral bandana into his hair (it was the closest to red he had, ok?).

He took a moment to glance around, eying the others that were gathered for a moment as well as taking notice of the Halloweenmas cake. Right. Games were spotted a moment later and he made a beeline for those, starting with the one that offered free stuff.

"Wheel of morality, turn turn turn..." He murmured as he gave it a whirl, dopey grin curving his lips as he was handed a pair of snowman boxers. Convinced that it was just his luck that they were the same shade of green as his sweater, Arland slipped out for a moment and returned a few minutes later now sans a pair of pants and plus a pair of green and red plaid boxers complete with Frosty tipping a pipe in his direction. He'd also tugged his socks up to his knees to make up for the slight chill of no longer wearing pants.

He wasn't sure what had drawn him to the party in the first place; it was not as though he was actually acquainted with anyone, really, at Deus, or how Deus even worked. The only people he had met were two of Ian's squeezes, which made them rather unappealing (though the second of those two had been fiery enough to entertain him, at least).

Though really, Alistaire supposed, a party was a perfectly good way to fix the whole "not knowing anyone" thing.

He had not dressed up for the occassion, at least not in Christmas attire. Instead, he was wearing a pair of neatly pressed black slacks, a dark red vest over a black button down, and a black silk tie. A pair of black gloves completed this rather dark ensemble, but this was perhaps the last thing on Alistaire's mind as he stepped into the room.

Across, he could see his brother holding hands with someone (It figures, he thought sardonically), as well as the two girls that he had met prior. Giving Nevada a cheerful nod and Maebe a smirk, Alistaire crossed the floor towards the refreshment table, sweeping past the both of them.

"Did you say Fan expo?"

And suddenly Dylon had a new friend sparkling at him. A new friend that still held Edgar like a rag doll in one arm. There was also a snowball still on his head.

"What did you cosplay as? Who is your favourite Pokemon? We should go together next year as nakama and- hang on."

"Now, now, America-chan," Allan chastised, still holding his weapon in his other arm, "Christmas is not about taking, it's about sharing. We can have half each!" He didn't realize she was actually talking about Edgar and not the cake she landed on.

"It's a convention run by a coorperation of evil men. It's got five whole genres of hobbies! Anime, Sci-Fi, Horror, Gaming, and ummmm..." What was the other one again... "...comics? Anyway, the younger crowd goes ballistic since their parents just let them run loose. A tween rode down the escalator on a sled."

He grinned, but he almost looked nervous. "Um... or something." He took a swig of his probably-not-beer.

"Dangerous, huh? Yeah, he sure seems powerful. I hope all those poor guys and gal are okay..." They sure hit the wall and tables hard. "Throne?"

Oh, wait, there was Allen right there. Wait.. of course! He was a nerd fan too! Dylon beamed. "I went as Shuhei from Bleach that year! Pokemon? Hmm.. I'd have to say Charizard. I like the old school ones. Do you really think we could go to a con together? Aw, wow! That'd be swell!"

Rep was slowly inching away from the firefox, still holding Harrison like a human shield - not because he wanted to get him hurt, but because if a fight broke out, he'd be the one who could defend whatever came their way and give him time to attack. "No s**t." he agreed at the order not to touch the detestable little thing. His chest hurt just thinking about it.

But the threat was set aside momentarily as all around them people were thrown across the room.

The amazing cake got b***h all over it. Just like ******** woman smeared unhygenically all over the cake he'd been eyeing up the entire time.

When America hauled herself out, he found himself staring at her. Well, not her per se but the cake she'd dragged out with her.

"That stupid s**t is just wasting all that ******** cake." he snarled, foxfire temporarily forgotten.

Nevada was pretty sure she had no idea what Dylon was talking bout. Anime and Sci-fi wasn't her thing, but Horror well...they lived that everyday? She wasn't much of a gamer either...Ah this was awkward, she didn't know how to contribute to the conversation.

"It's one of those things you have to see first right?" She nodded, wondering what it'd be like to ride a sled down a escalator..."So it's full of dangerous but fun people?"

She didn't understand his nervousness and offered the best words she could.

"It sounds like fun though, maybe you could show me these things? So I can talk to you more about them?" Pokemon though she could talk about and to be helpful she added, "I really liked Eevee, but I think most girls did..."

With the apperance, she disappeared behind Dylon, using his taller form to hide herself...In case the sun wanted to send them flying.

Dakota luckily noticed a sun hunter making time by himself and appeared at the man's side.

"Sup brother, Haven't seen you before? You new?"