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"Mint, what a pretty name for a little girl." Abigale had misheard him over the crowd, and with the frilly skirt, he certainly didn't look like a boy.

When she was asked about scents, Abigale nodded her head. "I'm a herbalist. Alternative medicine is my trade, actually, and using smell to heal the body plays a large role in that." She smiled warmly, though it was hidden beneath her bandages. Adjusting her glasses, the woman looked rather confident speaking of her profession. "Jasmine, camomile, lavender; those are relaxing."

"I slept in," muttered Nicollo to himself. His golden hair was a mess as he replaced his feathered mask on his face. He had no time to fix himself up all nice and pretty. He didn't want to miss a thing.

He found a crowd surrounding the shop that was holding this event. "I wonder what is going on?" he wondered aloud approaching the crowd. Scents hit him from every angle. Blueberry. Cherry. And one scent that brought a smile to his face, mint. He followed his nose closer to the shop, gently picking his way through the mass. He did bump a few people here and there dispite his efforts not to.

"Ment." He corrected her, looking up at her as she explained her profession. "I dunno....'Livia works with those three all the time and she still looks like a raging ball of angry lady-dom." He countered, twirling his hair once more.

"Do you know what kind of smells make someone angry??"

As everyone enjoyed themselves, the scent known as Dark Carnival drifted pleasantly into the air with its purple and black fumes, creating little elephants and ring masters.

May bade Sommer farewell, but remained at the table long after the girl had left. After awhile, it became evident that the girl had, more then likely, gotten lost on her way too, or back from the restrooms.

The journalist contemplated the idea of going and finding the girl, when something caught her interest. Her peripheral view picked up elephants, and ring masters floating in the air. When she turned to view it better, she saw they were nothing but wisps of smoke dancing and floating in the air.

The tantalizing image had May stepping forward, and before she knew it, she was drifting to the stand with the scent. The intoxicating scent reminded her of the bubble gum boy who had prompted the theft, and guilt struck a cord in her heart.

She stared at the oil for a moment, not really paying attention to anything or anyone else. She was safe. She had a mask on, and even without the mask only one brat had caught her that night. And he wasn’t there at the moment.

The thought brought a brief moment of relaxation and she allowed the tenseness to leave her body as she stared at the magical smoke dance above her.

Sati watched uneasily as the woman she had been talking to wandered off, ignoring her conversation and her proffered gift completely. She looked almost spellbound. Sati could hardly blame her. Something was definitely odd. There was strangeness in the air, and Sati had been around long enough to know well that it had something to do with the scent.

Sati took off her monocle and polished it vigorously on her sari, and then peered through the crowd again. Ah, the source of the scent: the purple smoke trailed thick through the crowd, like crawling cotton candy. Sati felt familiar panic rising in her throat; the smoke was idly forming pictures, elephants and circus rings, whimsical and sinister.

"Drat," said Sati, gritting her teeth. This looked like magic, and as far as Sati was concerned, magic was trouble. She hissed through her teeth and signalled one of her guards, and the bull-masked man briskly walked over and graciously took her by the arm. That was better. Sati was unsettled, but as always, she was curious. She'd stay close to the hired muscle and find out just what this good-smelling sorcery was. It did smell so pleasant...

But now she'd put some distance between the smoke and herself. Sati and her escort made their way towards the outskirts of the party, halting next to a golden-haired man and his female companion. They'd lurk here until they knew just what the creepy smoke signified.

Kier was...bored. Now by herself at the edge of the crowd, she fiddled with a paper napkin she had aquired earlier. She carefully tore the napkin into squares, intending to fold them into cranes. True, she could go mingle with other people, but in places like this she preferred watching others, not approaching them. She'd already done enough watching, observing people in all manner of dress and shape. Fleetingly, she wondered what happened to the guy she met earlier, N-what's-his-name. Shaking her head, she set the napkin-cranes in her lap, eyes out toward the crowd.

Kier jumped in surprise, spotting a familiar face as she heard her name. Her napkin paper-cranes slipped out of her lap; she quickly scooped them up, standing as he approached her. She smiled, wondering what this 'lady' stuff was about. Raising her hand in greeting, she said, "Hey, nice to see you. Finally someone I know, kinda."

Kier raised her eyebrows at the apology. "...Don't worry about it? What's there to be sorry for?" Silly. She took her crane back with a whimsical little bow, returning grin for grin. "Yanno, for a party, there isn't much to do around here."