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Bia Grey was not a creative person- nor was she one who necessarily found herself the life of a party. However, dressed as she was, she made her way into the Halloween celebrations with minimal reservations. The assemblage was frightening- that she would allow herself to admit. Their animal faces and features were heightened, even mocked by the addition of insane costumes and baubles that dripped off fur and muzzles as if there were no end to the manic insanity that surrounded her. But in some way, it was all comforting. Weren't these 'her people', now? She was one of them- even if someone found out her secret, would they, could they ever turn her away? Not like this. Regardless of her past, now she had crossed the divide- that thick, DNA-laden line of 'us', and 'them.'

She wore a long greenish-grey tube dress- something that had actually been a part of her wardrobe before her requisition frenzy. But the green flip flops and the green cap over her mess of hair were both from the labs- and the dictionary tucked under her arm was borrowed from the community center. She wore a pair of reading glasses tucked up onto the green skull cap- and felt a little foolish with the stub of her tail pushing out the dress in the back... but even with the permanent change, she couldn't bear cutting a hole in one of her favorite dresses. Even to complete her 'bookworm' outfit.

Rex eyed the candy on the table with a lick of his lips and nearly reached for a chocolate morsel before deciding it wouldn't settle well with him. He actually hadn't had any sweets he could think of since his arrival on the island, and you be honest, he didn't really care. Sweets weren't his favorite anyways.

He enjoyed her company and the alcohol-induced daze make him sit rather still for a moment before he shot a few glances around the room. The crowd of people pulsated and hummed with the murmur of small talk backed up by the blaring dance music. It reminded him of nights back home with Julie... No, not the time to think about that. Don't revert back there. Not now. Rex couldn't help that his lost love was on his mind; he purely missed her.

But this night wasn't about thinking about the past. It was about building better relationships and having a generally good time. And that was what he'd do! So Rex turned towards Emer and said the first thing that came to his mind, "So your costume... what was it suppose to be? I like it alot better now that-- well, I mean.. I liked it before too.. but.. yeah.." He cut himself off before he could make a fool of himself with another slug of his drink.

Ginerva leaned back further on the table. She hadn't really prepared herself to answer questions like this. But, it wouldn't be too difficult to cover up.

"I'm holding out for surprises. I really do love surprises, don't you?
The doctors are very good at that kind of thing, so it seems.
I don't know too much about them, really, who does? I mean, it's not like we get to actually see them much, let alone talk to them."
She smiled. She'd get to talk about Sabin... oh yes.

"Sheheard...eh..." He wasn't even going to attempt it. The word successfully scrambled whatever coherence he had managed to dredge from the layers of alcohol on his breath. He would've likely had a time pronouncing it when he was sober. While drunk, it was certainly impossible. The explanation did help, however, and he nodded his understanding, taking a moment to admire the costume--just the costume, of course. He could pretend, anyway. "Very nice," he genuinely praised, nodding once more, then chuckled, waving towards the entrance of the tent. "Out there, but yes. I 'aven't been stayin' in my duplex. Woke up near th' tent all decked on in this thing. Bloody 'ard t' walk in, it was. So I trimmed it."

"Before I... lost it?" Emerwyn giggled a little. Though her speech patterns were highly altered, her voice was still very soft, and her laugh had not lost all of it's purity.
"I wass... a... Celt-Celtic Priestess." She hiccuped. "But now... well... this came with the robes, and I couldn't jusst wear them... as you can ssee."

She sighed and rubbed her temples. She needed to try and clear her mind. She was thinking in ways she wouldn't have normally thought. And she was glad that Rex was there, not frightened of him...

"I'm glad you like it."

For the first time, Emelyn smelled something on Thom's breath- that heady, sweet sickness of someone who has enjoyed their fair share of alcohol. She smiled again, although now with a sense of care. "So how are you feeling, Thom?" She put her hand over on the table's edge- as if to suggest that she was the one needing support, rather than him.

"People will complain," Sid said. He didn't let that stop him. He withdrew a crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket, and after a bit of digging he remembered the matches were in the one opposite for some reason. He handed both to Billy and took the opportunity the see who was about.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, still looking around.

It wasn't that he planned on parking Billy somewhere and leaving him, that would be terrible. He was, however, considering leaving him just long enough to get a few drinks in.