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Coming to the Ball had been... An adventure, and luckily Yolanda Huydrus hadn't needed to tell her cousin Ezekiel to shut up at hine in public or at home about the talking cat unless positive they were safe and sound and not likely to be heard by some unknown.. And by all things good, the younger man agreed with his cousin entirely. So, as the rains erupted seconds before they ducked inside with a ball ticket, Yolie was quick to wipe water from her hair and pulled a compact out, touching up her ice b;ue makeup swiftly befiore she started.

Ezxekiel Tucana wasn't a man commonly affected by what was and wasn't 'proper' dress. For one, he wasn't even male all the time. His mind swun on the pendulum of the gender spectrum with an ease and flow that weas a cross between a clock and an ocean, and he sometimes changedd in an instant. He also refused to dress according to societal expectations of gender and instead wore anything he damn well pleased -- and for formal events, he matched Yolanda's iridescent white long evening gown with an old ballgown -- his departed mother's light blue gown, combined with beautiful red lipstick, a smokey weye, and the look of one not dressed to excess but to look properly formal, hair out of it's manbun and in a lovely updo. And now his hands worked his cousin's wet hair, brushing it as he sighed.

"I told you to let me do it." He protested, barettes emerging from his dainty purse to fix his cousin's hair. Where his hair was held in place with ample hairspray, Yolie did not style her hair with spray, and the tall man settled to a quick, elegent style that earned only a small bit of protest as he put hairsticks in a messy bun, held in place with bobbypins.

"Zeke. Zeke really?" She protested, and he beamed brightly.

"Jusat because we're going to be by the wall until Father is off work doesn't mean we can't look fetching doing it. Besiders, you look atrocious with your hair down and wet. A wet rat." He teased, and Yolanda sighed, reaching up and flicking at hoim.

"Zeke, you're horrible. But, valid point. Although I'll not refuse a dance..." She sighed. Zeke smiled.

"Ifg you wanterd attention, you'd habve listened to me more, and rented a tuxedo."

Regula Wilder
He'd been persuaded to come back inside after he had settled himself and regained his composure. Whatever that scarf had done to him remained a mystery and it would remain that way as well. The auction had long passed, items had come and gone, sold to the highest and most generous bidders. In the end, he hadn't found anything to pursue and he hadn't seen the scarf either. Now it seemed that the vast majority of those in attendance were meandering about, quite content to socialise or to compare what they may have purchased.

Unsurprisingly, the taller man had returned to his preferred haunt, leaning against the stair banisters as he observed the proceedings. You see, he might have been persuaded to return but he hadn't come alone. Puzzled by the effects that the scarf had had upon him, he'd drafted in the aid of his now wayward companion.

...No, not his partner.

The other one.

The loud, rambunctious and very opinionated Mauvian. He had confidence that Orias would have possessed an inkling of what might have caused the reaction, but no sooner had he managed to wrangle the feline and smuggle him in, than the damn boy had wandered off again. Where he'd gone was anyone's guess, in fact, at this point in time Regula could only assume he was up to no good.

Wherever he might have wandered off to, he had left Regula to his own devices for the time being and with no recognisable faces in the room just yet, he settled in to watching the crowds until someone he did recognise wandered passed his field of vision.

Either that, or someone would eventually say hello to him and he would be more than happy to converse back!


(He's open for interaction from anyone that pops in, he doesn't bite!)

Saffron Laith

Whilst Saffron had tried her hand at bidding on a few of the items that had caught her eye, none of her bids had turned out to be winning bids.

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, especially as she had really wanted that last item, but alas it had ended up selling for something that was well outside what her wallet could afford.

She tried to privately console herself with the fact that at least the money was all going to a good cause as she took a sip from what was her second glass of white wine of the evening - there was also the fact that whilst the auctions had come to a close, the evening was still relatively young with both the banquet and ball yet to commence.

Saffron took another sip of wine.

She was quite looking forward to the ball part of the evening - maybe she'd even get a chance to dance.

Arian Laith

Whilst Arian had spent time dithering over whether to attend tonight's event, he was glad that he'd ultimately made the decision to come - or rather that Anxo's attendance had ultimately prodded him into making the decision to come–

Because, to his surprise, he'd found himself enjoying himself a lot more than he thought he would - although he knew that, that was very much down to the company.

Anxo had a way of brightening things up.

Whilst Arian had enjoyed looked over some of the items that were up for auction, he hadn't actually placed any bids on anything - not even the carved mirror that he'd had such a strong reaction to earlier.

He shook his head slightly, actually he wasn't going to think about the mirror–

Because it was the one blip of the evening.

Ciel Karpusi

Ciel was feeling pretty good tonight, the auction had been quite enjoyable and she was so looking forward to the ball. She rarely had a night to just have fun between her work and her duties as a knight. She was wearing a dark blue dress with a sparkly star pattern on it. She had pinned her hair up and worn her finest jewelry. Her amethyst eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the room.

She turned to the girl she had come to the party with, her younger friend and knightly sister. "Jolene, isn't this wonderful, Tres Bon!" She said excitedly "Don't you just love balls, especially when they are also charity events!"

"Come on lets go dance a little." She said practically pulling the other girl along with her.

He'd been here earlier, alone for part of the time, until he'd run into his elder cousin. After talking with Ashley the run in with his cousin had been needed, he didn't want to be alone all night. He was glad to have Hudson on his side, even though the other insisted on calling him Tink while in public.

"Some of the items are nice...some..not so much." And some were nice but certainly not something he'd put in the house. He had been surprised to see his cousin involved in the auction, and to see him win something. He'd been prepared to jump in and bid for his cousin - to make sure he won.

"Some of the items were rather unsavory as well...though that was rare." Shrugging his shoulders as he kept to his larger cousins side. "I ran into someone from...work." He said, dropping his voice a bit. He knew he was hinting at something to his cousin...he just hoped his cousin understood which work he meant. "She's likely still around as well. You should meet her, if we can find her." He should meet other officers, it would be beneficial for his cousin to do so.

Putting his human shape back on still felt strange to Jaidev. Yes, Felicity had him doing it more often, but it was still an odd experience, being the man he'd been before he tangled with a youma and came out the other side changed. But here he was, at a fancy party, with a gorgeous girl, dressed to the nines and having a fantastic time. Certainly he couldn't match her for attention to theme, but he had gotten his hands on some starry silver dreadlock beads that sparkled in his hair, pulled into a low ponytail and held by a band nearly the same shade of yellow as his hair. His suit was tailored and pressed, and the shirt underneath looked black at first glance, but in the right light, it sparkled with constellations in the fabric. A few little nods did well enough, because Jaidev was no Billie Porter, and he couldn't pull off a more dramatic look.

He laughed at Felicity's little tease. "Oh, I do alright, bangaram. But it has been a long time since I've gotten to look so fancy. Even fancier with the loveliest lady at the party on my arm." He'd missed being the center of attention, he had to admit, and getting to share a little of Felicity's spotlight was a delight.

"I've got my ticket, though." He patted the front pocket of his jacket. "Nothing too special; an abstract stained glass piece I thought might brighten things up at...home." In the space he'd carved out for himself in the Rift. "And a low-maintenance terrarium. I desperately need a little bit of green or I'm going to lose my mind." What was left of it, he supposed.