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Hux Keighley - 25/25 - talking to Rabbit, deciding who to approach

Hux raised his brows, amused, then chuckled. "Good cop, bad cop? I feel more like the victim, all things considered." He squinted at the beings currently milling about the room. His eyes lingered for a moment on the Burning Man that Rabbit had mentioned, then his gazed moved to the woman in gray. With a nod of his head, he brought the other male's attention to her. There was something... off... about her. Something dangerous and unapproachable.

"What about her? She looks like she might know a thing or two about whose blood is supposed to be shed tonight, don't you think?"

He figured she'd be as good a start as any, assuming Rabbit agreed.

Alexis Tucker 25/25, drinking with Autumn

It was split-second, almost too quick to notice -- but when Autumn's face darkened upon seeing the Burning Man, Alexis' lip pulled back and they growled, grip on their glass tensing briefly. "To being too drunk to notice if we do get our s**t wrecked," they replied, and downed theirs.

"Pax froze me last time, if you don't remember? But fine, fine. Whatever you want."


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Ashton Carver 25/25, speaking to Pax

"The sinister survivor," Ashton murmured, mostly to herself. "I'm assuming that's one of the two men over -" and she gestured to Prividaniye and the Sinister Stranger - "there? I wouldn't want to speak to the wrong person entirely, of course."

**Rolling two dice because addressing two people**

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Zac Bantock – 25/25 – Addressing the Sinister Stranger and Prividaniye.

A prickle ran down his spine when he saw the faces, some more so than others however. The burning man whom had made an offer on his heart, but whom had also forbidden his Father from befriending Sunny, and tried to burn out Autumn’s Lungs.
The Deer siblings made him uneasy still, though he knew Autumn had good feelings for Pax at least, ad they seemed to be engaged in pleasant conversations.
Adoelle he didn’t know personally, but it seemed others did, and that was part of what held him back for the time being. She, like the one Deer-sibling who did not sport antlers, wore white, which he wondered if it meant that they had come together.

The Spinel Lady was striking, beautiful, and eerie. He thought perhaps he should address her before he moved out of this room.

The Sinister Stranger, well… his gaze kept returning to that one, perhaps In part because he had arrived with… Prividaniye, faceless and eerie his outfit poorly defined as though the man as a whole has become ‘half finished.’

He will absolutely need to speak to the artist, and by extension to the Plague Doctor beside him; otherwise he’d be rather rude. The feeling he was being laughed at didn’t help, less so when he was wearing this costume of all things.

Who would it be most polite to address first?

Did it matter? He –should be polite- but for now he approached the strange faceless man and his Plague Doctor companion with a last brush against his ‘Father’s’ arm.

He approached them and did something between a Bow and a curtsy, which fit the cut of his current clothes. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, I... wanted to express my admiration to, to Mister Prividaniye for that art of his which I've had the privilege of seeing. It's a pleasure to make acquaintance of you both. I'd love to speak with you about it, if that wouldn't be trouble to either of you."

Jamie Delacroix | 25/25 | approaching The Prideful One

This sort of scene was so far out of Jamie's league it was laughable. Holding the long, trailing tail of his awkward, lacy coat, he tried not to stumble into anyone. Where was he even supposed to begin? Would approaching someone more knowledgeable and asking them how he could help be more beneficial? Detective Mercer, perhaps? Surely he was here...

As he looked around, it was difficult for Jamie not to notice the tall, imposing figures of the deer triplets, and while there was no apparent rhyme or reason at first for the urge to approach, something called Jamie to speak to the golden-draped stag, to thank him. It was a different time and a different appearance, but he was most certainly familiar, and the words tumbled out of Jamie's mouth before he could fully comprehend his own choice to speak.

"Excuse me...? Thank you, um, for your help before..." he said, ever-nervous and aware of those who had already spoken to the Prideful One. He was interrupting. Still, he felt he had to. Whether the Prideful One would even remember helping Jamie and the others on the night they'd first become animals would remain to be seen.

wil azevedo || 25/25 || entering hall

Wil looked up and around with a dumb looking sort of gape as they entered the hall. It was probably the fanciest place he'd ever been. There were dancers and the supernatural beings all looked... pretty awesome.

It was a bit hard to be worried with such a glamorous and energetic environment.

He noticed people moving off in different directions around them. He scanned for the pair they came with and noticed the detective and professor at a table with a man on fire. Well okay then.

"There's other rooms I think.." He motioned to doorways, "Maybe there's somewhere less crowded. You want to explore?" Wil smiled slowly at Nasir.

nasir vasile || 25/25 || with wil entering the hall

Nasir's expression remained partially shrouded, his eyes taking in everything slowly. It was- This was-

"Amazing." There was nothing that was not some kind of feast for the eyes, even if there looked to be a man on fire and people who had animal traits and-

It was a lot to look at, it really was.

His attention turned back to Wil when he spoke and Nasir was nodding. "I wouldn't mind that ..." he looked to the crowded hall where everyone was already conversing it seemed. "Just to get away from the crowd for a little bit ..." As friendly as he was, sometimes this many people was a little overwhelming.

Also they were supposed to look for that hookah room.

Chris Watts || 25/25 || Finding his way to Thorne

It would have been a flat out lie for Chris to say he wasn't uncomfortable in this place. He had been uncomfortable from the moment the invitation arrived, the discomfort had increased when he learned there was a damn tithe about to happen that involved human sacrifice, and it was safe to say that it was at a pretty steady level of high and was going to stay there due to everything he could see. It didn't matter there were pretty decorations or free food, nothing was quite going to make an evening uncomfortable like the sight of a man, quite literally on fire in front of you. Chris would have liked to say he was used to Other Ashdown, but well, he obviously would have to rescind that idea and come back to it later. Maybe with a long conversation with Jeremiah and Alg, since they always seemed to know what was up (the delicious tea was a bonus, as were the cats).

Regardless, it was because he was so uneasy with literally everything that he didn't entirely register a sort of strange sense that something off was being directed at him. Everything in the situation was rather strange, from the guests to the food that he was just trying to ignore it all and focus on what was in front of him. But the sensation didn't exactly go away and finally, Chris made himself turn and search out what was bothering him. Blue eyes searched through the room, finally landing on the crowd, and it took him a minute to finally find what he was searching for.

Thorne, in the midst of the crowd, and oddly enough unmasked. Chris blinked at him, the stare intense and almost unsettling and - he needed to go talk to him.

"Uh, Excuse me," He said blindly to Adoelle, moving away from the trio he had begun to talk to and starting to push his way through the crowd. It wouldn't take him long to find Thorne again, not with his height and not with the stare that he had been given. Intense, too bright, it was a wonder that Chris had ignored it for so long before finally turning. Had it been any other place, he would've felt it immediately, would've turned and found Thorne sooner. Now he just hoped that Thorne hadn't been waiting for too long.

"Hey," Chris said, finally getting to Thorne. His eyes drifted over the other's outfit, the expanse of skin he could see, and a blush crept over his cheeks. He just hoped the mask would hide it, lest Thorne would spot it and tease, although it seemed unlikely. Whatever had happened, he would guess that Thorne wasn't having a good night. Something about him seemed tense. "Sorry I didn't see you earlier. Would've come faster if I knew," He offered, trying a small smile.

elkbones

hello this is an uncomfortable feeling

shibrogane

whoops sorry he's leavin adoelle