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The Eldritch Gentleman has positioned himself in the Scarlet Foyer, apparently at a stalemate with the nearby Spooky Mystic. He is wrapped in a pale green and blue robe with structured sleeves, hair and all behind a pale green wrap. A blood-red pharaonic death mask covers his face entirely.

His wisdom comes at a price. When asked, perhaps he smiles - you wouldn't know, for his face is hidden behind the mask, opulent and expressionless.

"Y͂oǘͤ͒ͦ͌̚ kͤ̑̈n̉ͫͥ̑ȍ̌ͧͫw," he muses, "Food ͠alway͏s͜ ţa̷s͞t͢es͠ ̕best whe͡n it'̢s͏ p҉l͡ùcked̸ ̨f̡r̕o͡m s͢ome͝o͞ne͡ ҉e̢lsè's͠ pla͞te. I'm ̕v͡ery̧ ͟hu̵ngr͘y. P̶l͞ease ̡şt̶e͝ąl͡ ̕á mo̢rs̡el f̀r̀o͢m ̴s̢ome̴ǫn̸e̕ ͘a͞nd ̴b͏rin͝g i͝t ͘to me̕."

[Temperance Clark: 25/25 -> feeling slightly uncomfortable near this gentleman]


"Ah, um, yes, I suppose so..." She trailed off. The mask was unnerving, but she smiled beneath hers, raising her fingers in acknowledgement. If it was really what he wanted, then Temperance supposed she could deliver. It seemed such an odd thing, a far too easy way to incur some other party-goer's wrath. Temperance played stealth games, but that didn't mean she was a born thief or even silent enough to actually pilfer something. The swish of her own dress as she moved seemed to mock her.

Finally, she settled on someone decidedly human looking, thinking that maybe she would get lucky and not find herself wrapped up in tentacles like a bad hentai party if caught. Temperance sidled over, pretending to gaze at the sideboard where they had set their plate down. Then slowly, what she hoped was stealthily, her hand reached out for a fruit. Well, Temperance thought it was a fruit - it was round-ish, and purple, and looked as though sugar was dusted across the whole of it. Or maybe stardust. Considering where she was, she would not be surprised. What did stardust taste like anyway?

Temperance paused, hand out-stretched, as thought bombarded her. Would the fruit sing like celestial bodies on the tongue? The sugar, crystal sweet, pop in her mouth reminiscent of children's candy, but far more subtle. And the flesh of the fruit - something woody, dense enough that liquid seeped out of it like blood from a stone... Temperance wanted it; she wanted it for herself. The pupils of her eyes expanded as she fixated on the fruit, seeming to swallow her blue irises whole. She wanted it, to taste, to feel the way it would squeeze between her teeth with each bite. It would leave her thirsty for more.

Gasping, she jerked her hand back and awkwardly dashed across the room, nearly colliding with another couple. A bobbed curtsy and awkward apology and she pressed her back against the wall, one hand pressed against her stomach. What was that? Temperance had already told herself she would not eat here, but that...

Somehow, she felt as though the gentleman was watching her, amused.

Chris Watts || 25/25 || Still really bad at the whole stealing thing

So Chris regrouped and as luck would have it, the same figure from before had refilled their plate once more. Seeing as they had been an easy target from before, he was more than willing to follow them again to try and get their food.

He was close too, enough that he was about to get close enough to grab it when he felt a tap on his shoulder and then a rather rough pull around. Alarmed, he came face to face with an other being that looked rather... green (a plant spirit? he couldn't tell) and more than anything, excited.

"Hey, do you remember me? From high school??" It crowed, bouncing on its feet and looking all too pleased for itself. In that moment, Chris regret letting Hyejin pick out a flower theme for him. He opened his mouth to answer no but in a better thought, replied instead "I'm not sure, is anyone else around? They might help me jog my memory and it's more fun to talk to more people."

The otherbeing blinked and Chris was afraid it wouldn't work but with a smile, said "Oh, yes, let me go get them!" and was gone soon enough. Chris smiled, turned, and then immediately bumped into someone who splashed water all down his front.

Well. To the bathroom it was then.

The Eldritch Gentleman seems disappointed that Chris has returned empty handed, but he also seems impressed with the lengths he's gone to in his search.

He laughs heartily, sighs at his still-empty plate, and says:


"T̴͖̻̖̼̘ͣh̠̥͇̩̙̩ͪͦ͋͌ͨè̹̙ͩ̀̽͜ ë̡̜͎̞́̐̎̇͗ͯn̻̞͍̹͉͈͔̿̊͟e̟͔̻̟̬̜̞̐m̯͖̟͓̰̩̙͘y̨̺̻̺̹͈͂ͦ̓̓̊ w̹̝͕̭̦̻̜̃̐i̭̮͊̂ͧ̃ͣ̊͘l̶͗̈͂̈͒ͪ̓l̙͍͙͐̓̑̀͘ ȑ̶͓̹͐̈e͒ͦ҉̻v͚͎͙͕̼̈̒̐̈͂ͅͅe̺̼̦̯͓̭ͨ͑ǎ̭̞͙̞̫̩͐̎̕l͚͚̼ ǫ̱͖̬͇̙͙ṅ̞̙̲̠͇e̠͕̳͕͆̏̔ͧͅͅ o͔̹f͔̼̤̭̻̣͗̆̇̑̀ͬͬ́ h̕i̘̭̫͛ͤ̃͑s̻̯̳̩͚͎ͭ̽͢ f̵͉͇̤̗̦̘̮͊ͣ̌̓̆͌o̻̘͖ͯͭ̍̊ͤ̊̂r̲ͧ̐̔͑ͮ̃m̼͍͉͚͎̱̈́ṣ̛̰̤͓͙̼̃̊ͮ̑ tõ͈̫̝̰̣̖ͮ̌ͪ͆ͧ̚ͅn̢̼̻̹̘̜̭ͮ̃̐ͅį̤̞͔͉̗ͬͅg̥̜̜̜h͎͍̻͍̯̀̔̅t͖͇͒̌̽̑̾̓͞.͊ͨ͊"

The Eldritch Gentleman's eyes narrow behind his mask. He laughs curtly. "F͜as͢cinąti̷ng," he says.

He stares at his empty plate for a long moment. His good will seems to be running thin.

"As͞ ̡lon̨g̢ as̕ ̸we͘'̧re͟ ̨on th̷e̶ ͢s̶u̷b͞j̸e̶ct," he sighs, "A͡d̵oe͜ll̀e is ҉am͢o͏n̴g t̵h͘e̢ d̡èc̴i̧de͝rs̨ ̶òf ͠the ti͢th͜e̛, bu͢t̀ ̷th̶at ͢do̵es͞ ̡n̕ot m̧a̧ke ͜h́e͞r ͞s͟af̷e."

connor hill - 25/25 - tryin again

Turning away from the clockwork bot with a smooth turn on his booted heel, this time Connor made sure to only actually scope out those who had plates in hand, or sitting next to them at a table. Eventually his gaze came to a stop on one who stood out with his plague doctor mask and galaxy strewn attire. It wasn't really that the target stood out in any particular way, considering the over the top attire of a good majority of the rooms inhabitants, but to Connor, something about him just screamed steal from me.

And so, he did just that, stealthily and oh so subtly making his way ever closer until he was within striking distance of that plate, waiting for just the right moment to snatch a morsel, a drumstick, glazed in some mysterious something, when the doctor had his head turned.

Soon he was walking swiftly away, acquired food in hand, or rather, on plate, held aloft on fingertips as if Connor were a waiter simply sifting through the crowds to offer up hors d'oeuvres.

"Hey, you!" Came a loud and gruff voice, startlingly close, and a thick hand came down on Connor's shoulder to spin him around. Behind him, a burly and mistachio'd man-like being disguised behind a piggish mask stood. "Thief. Swine. I do challenge you to a du---"

"Ah." Connor held up his non plate bearing hand in an effort to cut the other guy off. "So terribly sorry to interrupt, but <******** you, no, I decline, presently, or rather, quite immediately." He smiled, his blandest, driest smile,

"But thank you so very much for the offer."

In front of him, he could see a sneer developing beneath the pig nose and aforementioned mustache of the stranger. Connor took a hasty step back, just as the other guy advanced to shove him in the shoulder, hard enough to knock Connor completely off balance, making the drumstick slide precariously to the edge....

.....And then with a wet and sticky thud to the floor. "<********>" Connor exclaimed, as the pig-man let out a robust laugh, seemingly finding a great amount of amusement in all of this. Connor stooped down, and quickly plunked the food back on his plate, dusting it off as he did so. Eyeing his challenger warily, he began to back away once more, and the stranger waved him off, apparently done with him.

Huffing out a breath of irritation, Connor returned to the foyer with plate in hand, and only slightly floor flavored food resting atop in all it's magnificent, glistening glory.

"And here you are." He presented the plate to The Eldritch Gentlemen. "I hope this is what you wanted because I don't think I can go through all of that s**t again and survive a second time."

Autumn Smith 25/25, getting a new dress after Nymph High Reunion 2k16
She was going to grab the food from the bear in the precious collar (would a bear take its fur off if it was a stripper?), only... there was a nymph. Who was convinced. They went to high school together. The fantastic part was that Autumn had NO IDEA nymphs had highschool? It was a great discovery, really. Only her dress was soaked, and she was miserable. Meaning she had to somehow magic herself into another dress, and Tiana's dress from Princess and the Frog was the only one she could think of.

At least it was a lighter dress.
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The Eldritch Gentleman | 25/25 | Pleased with Connor's offering.

The gentleman looks overjoyed at Connor's offering, floor-flavored or not. He takes it, tilts his mask up ever so slightly, and swallows it in a single bite. You do not catch a glimpse of his face.

"Th͡at h͞i͠t҉s ̀th̸e ҉s҉p͝ot̡," he says heartily, and looks momentarily pensive.

"S̶ta̕y ̷a̛l̵e̛rt̸," he advises. "T͏h͠e ͏E҉ņe͘my ͏w̡ill ҉ŗe͡v̧eal͜ o̕n̷e of͜ ͢h̡is͠ f̶or̴m͟s ̷t̛on͝i̸g̸ht."

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