Welcome to Gaia! ::

Sammy moved between the tables, booth clicking softly on the floor as she marched. Each stride a slight swish as her dress flowed around her. It was a rare event indeed that the ghoul wore something that wasn't a pair of pants. It had been adjusted, the top was tighter as the overall dress. A single slit running up the left side to her thigh along with boots up to her knees, black and slightly healed. She had even gone as far as to not wear her dog tags today.

Marching between the tables she stifled a chuckle at Riley's outfit. The mindflayer did not suit that style at all, then again, she was in a dress as well, but Siddie had insisted she pick something.

So she had, and she intended to rock it smashingly tonight.

The Reaper wasn't far behind Sammy, he was tailing the ghoul only because he had little clue where to go for all the party stuff. He was dressed in black like the ghoul, but his was a black formal robe, his usual black jacket over top. Beside him? Sharpie. Wearing a little black bow tie as they strut along.

It was party time.

Savior knew that shock of red. It wasn't the red she was wanting a lot to see, but it was a lot better then just standing around. The Marrowstripe chirped and happily made her way past the undead he'd been following and she stopped in front of False, her hands clasped together.

"Youse. Falds." Yup! She was happy to see him!

There might have been a time when Malodore would question the pronoun, but it was not this day. "I am quite glad, mia cara. Come, now - perhaps the games? I was speaking truly when I said I wanted you to enjoy this as much as anyone. See it through fresh eyes, with me?" It opened its beak in a smile, feeling a little dizzy.

Christof had crept quietly into the games section, keeping his distance but not removing his gaze from a certain patchwork-body-snatcher. She seemed to be avoiding him if she had spotted him at all... his stomach clenched. No, it wasn't deliberate. It couldn't have been deliberate. Just her and her friend having a good time, that was ok, it was all ok.

Up until a winged boil suddenly hefted her up in a huge hug, nearly busting her stitches.

That seemed to be enough for the Love-intoxicated hunchback. With a furious snort, he barreled forward, gaining momentum with every lurching, limping step. A chair was flung out of the way before a fist went flying straight towards the owl-like boy.

No one touched his Amrita without his permission. At least no one he deemed a "threat".

As Ulmuka offered his arms to the ghouls he was not expecting to be attacked. He heard a huffing and a thumping behind him and his head had only enough time to turn in the slightest bit before he was knocked square across the room.

The strix was not very hearty. He was tall and thin and his bones were like a bird's. He basically crumpled into a pile of well dressed, angular limbs and mottled feathers flew about his body.

Muka had seen complete white, the hearing on his left side was temporarily out and for the moment.... he wasn't moving. He hadn't even made a sound except for the sound of him hitting the floor.

"Nothing, I just came over to say hello." She said with a smile. It may have been odd to see her acting so nice to Riyo, considering that a few months ago she was really annoyed. But she had gotten her revenge, and now was a happy fairy once again.

Well, as happy as one could be after going through a good amount of physical and mental trauma, at any rate.

"By the way.." She couldn't help but notice. "You should try to be more specific. Your hands look like you wanna strangle me, yet you said you wanna cut me. Which one is it? "

The voice that called her name wasn't as familiar as some but still registered a face as soon as it hit her ears. Before she started to turn to face the boil Mitsu wondered if she should be on guard. Their last meeting hadn't been the greatest, not when Mac had seemed so upset and wanted her gone.

Tentatively Mitsu turned, large red eyes staring up at the reaper in wonder of his light tone, almost quizzical as if she expected some sudden out lash. When nothing of that sort happened a light smile touched her lips, something a little warmer than she would probably greet Mac with. Honestly, had she ever smiled in greeting for him before? It seemed like the right thing to do, how odd. "Hi, Mac. Are....you doing well?" The question had come with a bit of hesitation. She wasn't sure if this was going to step into dangerous territory or not but it was worth a shot.