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Juniper Wilcox | 25/25 | Talking to Shun and Chel

Well, he took the apology well and didn't rub it in her face. That had been a lot easier than she had thought it would be. Not to mention, she felt much better about it now that she was able to apologize. The only person she had left to see was Al. Hopefully he had decided to make an appearance tonight as well. She'd have to keep an eye out for the red-bearded man.

"Let's be honest, I doubt it would have stopped us. There's just something about animals in distress that pulls at my heart string." She shrugged. "I've always had a soft spot for animals. Guess you could call it one of my weaknesses." She offered a smile. "At least it all worked out in the end though, right?"

At that she turned her attention to the woman with Shun. Girlfriend perhaps? Wife? Curious. "I am Juniper." She held out a hand to Chell. "I am sorry if I just walked in on your date. I just needed to get that apology off of my chest and I haven't seen him since I've needed to apologize."

Autumn Smith 25/25, talking to Vega.

At the mention of her name, Autumn turned in the direction of the voice, trying to place who it was. She had honestly expected Zac or Jeremiah, though she had yet to spot either- and was instead greeted by the pleasant girl she'd happened to spot lunch for that one day. Raising a hand, she returned the wave in kind, smiling.

"Hey! Uh, Vega, wasn't it?" She tried, remembering the girl having a pretty peculiar name. Not that it was BAD, per se. It was just... well, she was Autumn. Most things seemed peculiar in comparison to something like Autumn Smith. Just fine in heels but not so much in this weighty gown, Autumn worked her way over to the familiar face.

"How've you been? Surviving the oddness that calls itself Ashdown?"

Still no sign of Pax, unfortunately. Bummer.

Chester Poole: 25/25, entering with Diana Vyn

The moment he had mentioned the words "fairy ball" to a complete stranger in a department store he should have just turned and walked away, saving himself some small measure of embarrassment. But the woman had seemed genuinely interested and he had no one else to talk about it with, so before he knew it, he'd blurted out far more than he should have, about the invitation and the key and the disappearing man. To his surprise, she hadn't called the cops, and on a whim, he'd asked if she wanted to come along.

It was on the strength of that chance meeting that he entered the manor with Diana Vyn, a woman he barely knew but was glad to have met, if only because she made him look like less of a loser.

The words to thank her were on his tongue as he passed through the front gates, but they remained there when he felt the unfamiliar slither of magic envelop him. His perfectly respectable outfit was soon transformed into an expensive spectacle, a gaudy tangle of sheer scarves, bangles, and jewelry that left him feeling rather ridiculous.

"I'm already unsure as to what's going on," he said, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. "If you see anything you want to try though, feel free." He wasn't about to keep her from exploring, especially when he found this place so distracting himself. "Just be careful. Strange things can happen. Obviously." He frowned down at his new sleeveless tunic, brushing it flat and dislodging a drizzle of glitter in the process.

jeremiah mercer || 25/25 || TOTALLY SEES YOU OVER THERE ALEXIS
nasir vasile || 25/25 || all about this party

Jeremiah was wearing a shirt thank you very much, Alexis. It just was not listening to his attempts to close it up. Of course that meant he caught sight of Finn and the outfit that the magic had graced him with. In this case, he was probably lucky. Aleksy was there as well and there was short nod of acknowledgement towards the entire group.

Mostly for Alexis.

Watching you.

"Thank you," he murmured to Algie, pleased to see that the buttons listened to him when he tried to button them up. "Beginning to wonder about the nature of this ball ..." Especially with all the outfits that some people had all. There was a lot barely covered skin and sheer clothing, though there were others that were more covered like themselves.

Nasir went when tugged, fingers waggling at the others as he was pulled away. "Probably," he whispered back. "Maybe we should go find it later."

He was quite taken with Wil's outfit it seemed, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of it and then sliding up his shoulders. The height difference was fun. Except then he was looking to all the others that were around and their outfits. "Look at everyone else, Wil ... Looks like the magic is doing things to others too ..."

The cats hiss at Temperance, and the doors between them stay firmly shut. Humans seem unable to pass through, though the otherworldly denizens waltz between the feline gatekeepers and through the wall as if they aren't even there.

Then they settle, yellow eyes fixed unblinkingly on the human guests.

[[Temperance: talking to cats with Jordan]]

"S-sorry!" She jerked up, off of the stonework, and jerked her head to the cats. They apparently already didn't like here. "Can we, um... c-can we go elsewhere?" she muttered to Jordan. Just not next to the cats.

[[Marcus LeCroix: 25/25 Arriving and being a weirdo sorry]]

Twitchy. That was the basic assumption that anyone with the ability to see could tell Marcus was from just a glance at the man. His mask was not all that fancy, but, it was one he made himself. Leather backing to not hurt his face, but small elevated metal plates to create a triangulated geometric design.

Triangles being so that he'd blend in to the no doubt present illuminati who were here.
Not that he was onto them or anything. If asked he just liked geometry and the modern style aesthetic.

He was glad at least that from having to work for the government as a contractor he'd been to a fair number of grand openings and ceremonies so his suit still fit. Simple, no bells and whistles, no fancy tie or cuff links, (he was wearing a pair though. Cheap ones he'd bought last minute at walmart) and when it was all said and done, Marcus was passable for 'decent'.

Or he did until apparently whatever was going on decided that he wasn't decent enough and gave him a better outfit. Marcus just stood at the entrance for a few minutes trying to figure out how they magically changed his clothes because he was very sure that such things were NOT park of the illuminati. Internally, he was a bit sad that okay so maybe not illuminati but at the same time? He was glad. Magic and weird things was less of a threat in some ways that an organization bent on controlling the minds and lives of free peoples.

Once he got over it, (which was a full three minutes of him touching his clothes to make sure he was covered in all the important places), Marcus entered the ball proper, smiling to the cat gate keepers and looking for anyone he knew.

Apparently, he knew more people than he realized given it was some magical ball.
"Jerem- Oh um.- Yes. I mean, hello person I have never seen before in my life. You look a bit ah.." He searched for the right word. "Flamboyant. It is a good look. Very haute couture with a mix of impracticality thrown in." He said, smiling in the fact he wasn't alone here. It was proof. Proof he wasn't crazy and now, Jeremiah could never ever say that Marcus was wrong outright about weird things ever again.
"Oh Hullo everyone!" He realized that ignoring those around Jeremiah was rude and perhaps he'd intruded. Dang. Well.

Marcus wasn't exactly going to hide in the fact that this was real apparently and not at all made up and not iilluminati and was far safer than what he'd expected. His pair of blue orbs shifted to a vibrant orange then to a bright neon yellow.
"I have to say, I'm glad this wasn't a trap."

He was like a kid who had been invited to the candy factory.
"There is less fog too, so that's also plus."