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connor hill - 25/25 - slowly losing the will to liv--HUZZAH

His thoughts wandered back towards that pixie dust that he'd seen earlier, and the creature (presumably a god damn pixie) that had been sprinkling it all over the place like that wasn't gross. If only he could find the little ******** the gardens would be a good place to check out? After all, there had to have been more than one of them, and the garden seemed like the perfect little flit around and fart sparkles all over the place hangout.

So out to the gardens he went, only he stopped before he got too far because something sparkled up at him from the ground. Stooping down for closer inspection, he found that it was a silver hair pin, encrusted with small diamond like gems. Simple, yet elegant in it's design. Picking it up, he let out a long drawn out sigh of relief before heading back in, and back to where he'd last seen Gloom.

"Took me a while, but I finally ******** found something." Connor smiled, and proudly presented Gloom with the item, just happy to have finally finished.

After this he really needed to find himself another god damn drink.

Marcus LeCroix 25/25 Needs to pet the shadows

At the sight of Gloom, Marcus instantly felt himself relax. Gloom was shadows and if Marcus wanted to call him friend it was close as could to be to label what he felt for the being. Bloom was such a curious thing, yet it had been... kind. Freindly indeed.

"Gloom!" He was smiling, release on his face, fingers not longer picking at sleeves and shoulders lowering and posture more fluid and less tense.
"Oh, I'm very happy to see you. I hope you've been keeping well!" He was genuine in his words eyes crinkling on the edges with his smile.

"I didn't think shadows would be one for parties, but I suppose all parties have their little spaces don't they?" He mused.

At the mention of gifts for others, Marcus laughed. First he'd found Gloom stealing, now he was orchestrating a little cartel.
"Alright, I will try my friend. But I've been having terrible luck so- no promises."

Thinking to what Marcus had seen, he noticed another visitor holding what looked like a spider web that was glittering. It was rather fancy and beautiful looking and so-
Marcus followed them.

Right into an empty hall where they were acosted by someone else and proceeded to begin an activity Marcus was very much not wishing to be privy too.

"Oh geez." He booked it back to Gloom perhaps faster than intended.
"Well. That was certainly um. Well. It's safe to say Gloom, I am not like shadows. I am far to large and noisy. Plus I walked in on two persons doing lord only knows what and I am certain I did not wish to witness whatever it was they were up to."

He smiled a bit sadly, though he lingered for a moment.
"You should come by sometime. My house I mean. I think you'd like all the places on can hide. Just have to make sure we survive all this." Blue eyes looked at him.
"I'd say stay out of trouble but... Something tells me you'd find that no fun."

Zac Bantock - 25/25 - favor get!

He was not surprised, not really to see the little ‘pine marten’ there, all shadows and smoke and bright interested eyes. He was still embarrassed true, but it was at least nice to see an other thing that he had a familiarity with, even if it was at best slight.

He was less surprised that Gloom wanted ‘a shiny’ - of course he did, it was gloom, the glitter was still appearing in odd corners of the bookstore after all. Zac honestly suspected it would be a mystery for some other iteration of themselves to ponder over.

Earrings, he decided, he’d seen a pair abandoned as he was trying to escape his embarrassment, hadn’t he? Well, nevertheless he could certainly search for them, so he did. It was doing a favor that was quantifiable at least, not offering up things that might or might not be metaphoric things like his heart.

Finding things, that was something he could really do though, well sometimes. Sometimes he thought the only thing that he could easily find was trouble. Sure enough, his search took him down into the ‘basement’ area. It was dank and strange, which wasn’t surprising being that it was a basement in a strange otherworld that rained all the time. But… it also had a troll.
The troll was not happy to see him. The troll was also right where the earrings were.

To say that he ‘grabbed and ran’ would be an oversimplification. There may in fact have been some stumbling, a great deal of swearing, and a hurried attempt to cast a ‘light’ spell that turned into a wordless flail because he couldn’t remember the term from Harry Potter to save his life, and frankly he rather doubted that stuffing anything up the Troll’s nose would work as well as it had in the beloved novels.

He did at least manage to leave the Troll behind a door or two, leaning against it to catch his breath he thought for a moment that he was in the clear.

That was when he heard the sound of wings.

One set...then another….then, well the picture was pretty clear. They looked like gulls, and they reminded him far too much of the old Alfred Hitchcock movie ‘The Birds’. On top of that, far, far too many eyes were locked on the glittering earrings clasped in his hand.

“Oh my god… why.” He breathed. He really needed to count on things going fantastically wrong when he came here, and he really hoped that if he was ever to accept a strange invitation again, that the shoes might be at least slightly more practical for running, because that is exactly what he did.

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Panting, tired, and with ‘ruffled plumage’ Zac did at least, return at last to the little ‘Friendly One’, sitting with something of a lack of any ceremony and an out of breath Huff.

“I….I got the…” He held out his hand. “...Their shiny.” He supplied too tired just at that moment to do better than that.

Marcus LeCroix 25/25 back to say hello 6, 1, 2

Having gotten up close to the Spinel Lady to pour her wine and get to see her pretty face and also scary face was it's own pleasing thought.

His smile was wide as he migrated back towards Gloom. Gloom had been asking for gifts and this time, as he was walking up, he took the time to come prepared.

Grey orbs scanned the room as he looked for something shiny suitable for the shadows. And friends of shadows. What Marcus did see that looked good was- well. It was rather ethereal. Glittering dust. Was it Pixie Dust? He hadn't any idea. But it glittered and shimmered and was just the sort of thing he could see Gloom getting excited over. Afterall, it could make other things shiny too, what wasn't too like?

It was just a matter of getting some.

First step was getting a tiny handkerchief. That was easy enough, pretending he was sneezing. Some elf, (was it an elf or fake ears? Cosplay? He just assumed it was an elf cosplaying a human cosplaying an elf.) offered him one and after a very loud fake sneeze, the elf told him to keep it.

Marcus was a good actor sometimes.

Next was just asking for some of the dust. That was awkward to ask but the Pixie, (or whatever they were), just started laughing, little clouds of dust floating in the air before setting in open palm.

Tying off the handkerchief with glittering dust inside, Marcus arrived at Gloom's... chair smiling.
"Brought you something." He set it down on an arm of the chair, carefully unwrapping it to show the martin.
"Shiny dust to make anything shiny. Or more shiny. You know. Whichever you prefer." He paused.
"Though I'd not coat yourself in it. Shadows shouldn't glitter if they want to stay hidden. But for a party, might be nice. Certainly cute I think."