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Richard Moreau liked parties. Any place that had good music, food, single ladies and gents ripe for the picking and eager to follow him home was his sort of thing. And being so close to Halloween, one of his favorite holidays and money-making seasons of all, it was the perfect getaway for one as tired and weary as Richard.

It took a lot of convincing to get him to go, however, though it was no fault in the ones running this shindig. This was a Negaverse-run party and he was ensured that it was purely for team bonding purposes and a good time, but he just wasn't really feeling up to it, and for reasons that only Krishna knew why. Yet, he knew he couldn't refuse such an invitation, and Nyasa, Nyasa of all people, insisted he'd go. (Though by insist, she threatened to move back in and become his personal physician if he didn't, and as down as the confectioner may have felt, he wanted none of that!).

So here he was, following Krishna in, dressed in his finest attire, the most douchebaggiest sunglasses ever over his eyes to cover the unsightly bags, and a farce grin to mask the fact that he's already had a few drinks before stepping out of his condo. The first and foremost thing he did, of course, was head towards the table of drinks, and there was nothing the red-head could do when he looked over the 'variety' that was offered to them. "Huh... did good in bringing our own, Krishna... Simple tastes, but I guess if it gets the job done, simple will do!"

Despite his grip, he helped himself to a bottle, and then a second one from Krishna's stack, for later. If anyone needed Richard, they could find him stocking up on beer, the sweet nectar of the gods!

Suri glanced up at the General-King and smiled, warmed by seeing him again. She wouldn't take much of his time--she could see that he was busy--but nevertheless gave him a cordial nod as she reached for a cider of her own. "It was fruitful, if not in ways we were quite expecting," she responded, which was a polite way of saying that nobody found anything in her research but at least she got some good training in. Excusing herself, she turned back to her seat, and began to watch as people began to pour in. By the third or fourth person to arrive, she began to realize that no one else was in costume, and it began to make the woman antsy. Was she trying too hard to be social? Was she now going to be the outcast? At this point, the silent edges of panic began to creep in. Was she now that weird person at the party wearing a witch hat when everyone else was as normal as could be? Suri could see it now, the sideways glances, the moments of judgement that crossed their eyes. She would be the mockery of the Negaverse for months to come, she just knew it.

Taking a swig of her cider, the blonde closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. Calm down, began her mantra, and slowly she willed her heart to stop racing. It was not that big of a deal. She could take the hat off, and no one would even remember in a few minutes. After a moments reflection, she did just that, nestling the festive garment behind her where no one would have to see. From there, she sighed, visibly more comfortable, and now that her fears were put to rest, she could nod towards Krishna, her expression stoic but somewhat relieved.

"It's been a while," she said with a tilt of her glass. It was comforting to see someone she knew on the civilian side of things, even if they weren't more than passing acquaintances. Her glance then turned to Vanya, who apparently was speaking to her. That was new. "Yes, we've seen eachother once or twice...though I don't think I've seen you before. My name is Suri, and yours?" As an afterthought, she extended her free hand in what she felt was a friendly gesture.

Laine found herself biting the corner of her lip as she walked in. It's not that she was nervous, for she was quite good with people, it was that she knew no one here. ...Then again, this was better then listening to her parents talk about the store. Okay, yeah. She'd take a room full of strangers over a business conversation with her parents anytime.

It wasn't until she started making her way over to the food that she noticed a familiar mop of reddish brown hair. Strike her earlier statement. She knew one, one person. And that's really all she needed to be in her element. Grinning, the white haired girl pulled a can from the cooler and grabbed a cup before sneaking up on her prey as he grabbed some pizza.

He was probably going to kill her for this, but hey. What's life with out a little risk.

Laine pressed the cold can to the back of the teens neck and swiped his pizza slice with the other. "Do you ever eat anything other then pizza?" She asked, that same grin on her face as she stepped around to his side. She was still holding the can to his neck.

Makayla honestly wasn't sure why she come to the party, other then needing a small break from planning her wedding. When she heard about the party, she decided what the hell, leaving a small note to her fiancee that she would be home late tonight. Having just slipped into the common area, she arches a brow as she glance around. It was honestly strange when the only person she knew was the one who brought her into the war int he first place.

Had she really been that out of touch with things?

Slipping through bodies, she grabs herself a beer. Not caring for one moment that she had a year yet to go.According to her ID she was twenty one event if that wasn't the case already. Popping the beer open, she take a quick swing from it before glancing around once again. Her hair was actually up for once in a full ponytail, and she wore a simple dark blue long sleeve button up top. Only she left the top two unbutton.

With dark blue jeans on, she tugs on her boot for a brief moment, just to pull it back up over the jeans themselves. Dropping down onto a cushion, she spreads her legs out in front of her before crossing them at the ankles. She didn't talk, she just glance towards each person here. She was curious, but she just kept quiet for the moment.

At youth camp when they'd wanted the kids to gather, to settle, they'd flicked the lights -- surprisingly effective on a bunch of good-natured, well-trained teenagers, but probably less so on a bunch of officers.

Instead, he opted to whistle once, sharply, between his teeth. It would be enough to get them to quiet, he hoped, and then a pointed finger would get them to grab their last drinks and bits of food and then to take a seat. The invitation had said something about a bonding exercise, after all, so this could only be it.

Ever himself shot the vodka one mournful look and then grabbed a coke out of the cooler instead before claiming his own chair, now several heads taller than the rest of him. In his other hand was a deck of cards, hand made, printed on rough card stock. He hadn't even invested the twenty bucks to buy the real deck.

"We're going to play a game, because I think it'll be fun. Plus, I outrank most of you, so." His grin was easy, careless. A joke, and clearly so.

"It's a social game..." And his description of it was brief:

Everyone was given a card, and that card would define their roles.

Villagers were the most common, with no special powers.
Werewolves were the second most, turning to wolves that ravaged the town at night.
The Seer -- of which there was exactly one -- could look into the soul of one person per night to determine if they were a wolf or villager.

Some number of werewolves were mixed into the deck, and each night, those werewolves would choose to kill one townsperson.

During the day, the townspeople would pick one person to lynch as a werewolf, hopefully stopping the nighttime reign of terror before the werewolves killed off all the remaining humans.

Then he hesitated, blinking at the crew -- many of whom were probably confused -- and just grinned.

"Lemme hand you your cards. I guess for the moment, the most important thing to know is that if you cheat, you're going to be in deep s**t with me." A pause. "...and I outrank all but one of you, so being in deep s**t with me will mean in uniform consequences. Capisce?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Just shuffled, and started passing out cards, face-down.
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Krishna caught Richard's glance and therefore did not lash out against the girl who had sat beside him. That such violence might not fit in with the spirit of the night did not cross his mind. She had started it by invading his partner's personal space. The confectioner had slunk beneath the table, however, and appeared to be safe. That was good enough for him. (He also could not deny that he was intrigued in watching his fellow officers interact with one another. People watching at its finest, and permissable to boot.)

He rose immediately whenever their host motioned them over with a shrill whistle. He took his card without comment and arched a rainbow brow at the continued threats, however jokingly, about punishment. Anyone who cheated at a game was a poor player, and in a group-oriented organization like the Negaverse... how could they be permitted? Then again, Bischofite was allowed to continue serving the cause...so not everything went as it should, as far as the haughty captain was concerned.

He took his card and read his role without any comment or change in facial expression. He then retook his seat and placed his head down, as indicated. It was... juvenile, but he would endure. His pride would not allow him to do any less!

Lena couldn't help but pipe up from where she was sitting on her pillow, card tucked firmly beneath her butt so that nobody could steal it while her head was down, finding out her role. "Just let me have ten minutes in his war room. Ten blissfully unsupervised minutes. That's all the punishment threat you need." Dropping her head down like a good soldier, the bluenette couldn't help but take her game a little too far. Leaning over so that her head was against Zac's shoulder for a second, Lena's voice was low and full of glee. "I've been meaning to try a new paper mache project..."