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blythe clemmons - foyer

Tragic. Her lips quirked ever so slightly upward.

"I suppose sleeping at a supposedly haunted house has its charms," Blythe said. One could have imagined the pause before her last word, it was so brief. "At this time of the year, at least. There is clearly enough to see, either way. I noticed those paintings you have--"

Her eyes caught movement at the staircase, and she found herself staring at a pair of familiar idiots near the cordoned off area. A spike of loathing went through her, and she smothered the impulse to go get a drink.

"I am so sorry. Please excuse me for a moment, Ms. Rose." Offering an apologetic smile, Blythe moved to intercept Dmitri and Penrose and fix what they were messing with.

"What are you two doing here?" Her smile remained polite, but her silver eyes flashed as she made to grab their arms rather aggressive friend. "Are you blind?"

Fiona Watson in the Dining Room

It was easy to take the lead when she had someone so accommodating with her as her boyfriend was. Of course, over the years, Fiona had learned that there would always be circumstances where people would turn to her and expect her to lead than letting her stand back and help someone else into the roll.

Most of the time, like now, she didn't mind, but sometimes it made her weary. Yet, those were thoughts for different things and different affairs, right now, she was focused on her evening out with her man and making sure her new friend was feeling included and comfortable.

"I love your costume," she replied, with utter sincerity. It seemed flattering on Jack's frame and it was always fun to see what outfits people picked and what that might mean for them.

"Have you been here long?"

Marnie Rogers in the Foyer

There was an audible sigh that escaped the teenager when she realized that the chandelier was ordinary. Lame and definitely not spooky enough.

Ugh.

"I dunno, probably," she replied with a shrug before jerking her thumb over her shoulder in gesture towards Krystal and Ebony, making it clear that she was talking about them. "I mean look at those crones, they reek spooky."

Marnie wasn't very quiet even as she shuffled around the foyer, until she came to the foot of the stairs, where the area was roped off. She turned to her companion, eyebrows raised. "Wonder what they're keeping from us, like why is this roped off. ~Spooky~," she cooed in a sing song voice before she was trying to peer at some of the portraits.

Desdemona Anania - Entertainment Room

She did love a party - and it had been a little too long since she’d taken the time to enjoy one. Granted, she really couldn’t remember ever having gone with a date in tow.

A long time ago, she’d met someone at a party like this and they’d had an amazing night before it all went to hell. But that was a lifetime ago, and she had no recollection of the romance or horror that had befallen her that night. It was Natalie’s memory, not hers - and parties had never been anything but kind to Desdemona.

The silver of her dress complimented her hair nicely, didn’t it? Although the risky slit up the side of it was her favorite little detail. Meanwhile her mask, perched neatly atop of her much like Otto’s, was an equally dinky little mockery of a white tiger’s face.

“I wouldn’t know, “ she remarked lightly with a smile and a small laugh to match. “At least I have an excuse.”

She did enjoy these little gestures of affection - she did love feeling worshipped, let’s be honest. Although eventually she might have to warn him against so much of it when they were powered. (It was hard though. Nissonite -was- something to look at, after all.)

“A drink sounds nice, “ she purred out, quirking a brow at him as she slid a hand slowly along the length of his arm from shoulder to elbow, fingers cupping there. “I would love to dance somewhere. - or play pool, maybe - come to think of it, I have no idea how to play - “ she mused, tilting her head thoughtfully with a slight furrowing of her brow.

Omorose Khan in the Entertainment Room

Omorose was dressed as fitting as Penelope found the small girl to be. Ever since her corruption, Omo had followed her generals orders as much as she could. And her general spoiled her by shopping and helping her adjust to the new civilian life. Clothes she didn't apperciate anymore, in the closet of what was her former life were tossed for more appealing attire.

Even now, the small black dress was not of her choosing but she liked it. It was alluring and pretty and accessories were borrowed from Pen as a way to blend with whatever community dinner or party this was. Her chaperone? Partner? was another of Stellarite's recruits and one that Omorose was brand spanking new too.

Her arm was looped comfortably through Izzy's as if they were a couple, though it was more of an anchor so that Omorose didn't get lost.

"What was the point of this party again?" She looked around, then over towards her partner tonight, "Were we scouting out people to steal energy from?" The last part was more hushed.

Otto Moor - Entertainment room

One hand holding her's the other at the small of her back, Otto gave her a roguish grin as she followed the line of his arm up to his elbow, settling into his arms. "if you want to dance, we'll dance." Unlike some, he didn't have shame enough to be self conscious over his own dancing, which in turn made him pretty decent at it.

But Des was no stranger to that.

Thumb running along the line of her spine through the lovely silver dress, Otto rolled his eyes up from his pretty date and out into the room. Still no bar that he could see, but there did seem to be a pool table. "Or I could teach you how to shoot pool." It was low, half purred as he took a step back, swaying to the music drifting out from the speakers and drawing her along with him.

Focus returning to her, he grinned again. "What do you think, beautiful?"



Izume Sato-Himura - Entertainment room

Izume was having a hard time deciding if being at the party was going to be rare opportunity or a personal disaster. Her lips pressed in a thin line, she kept her arm linked with the girl beside her while violet eyes flicked around the room. "I don't think so?"

Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure. Her general had told her to attend, and she'd not questioned the woman's orders thus far. This was, however, the first time she was being sent out without Lovi there to anchor her. It left her feeling a little cut adrift, even with Omorose's company. She seemed nice enough, from what very little she'd heard and experienced so far, but the truth of the matter remained that Izzy just didn't know her yet.

Like her pretty companion, Izzy was dressed nicely. Little black dress that showed off what little curves she actually had. Ballerina flats, borrowed jewelry, and long hair pilled up in a simple bun; she didn't exactly feel like herself, but she hadn't decided yet if that was a bad thing.

"I think maybe we're just here to enjoy the party." But it was hesitant, almost a question. Shoulders rolling up in a small shrug as she looked back at Omorose.

Omorose Khan in the Entertainment Room

Unlike Izzy, Omorose wasn't the greatest at reading moods but she could tell the girl felt awkward and well, they were just two awkward ducks in a giant room full of people, were they not?

"Listen. Stella....er...Penelope would always say to hold our head high right?" Omorose's chin lifted and she put on her best facade of confidence. "If we're here to have fun, let's have some!" She pulled out the recent addition of a cellphone to her purse and aimed it up. "First, we take a picture of ourselves, because we're cute as...cute as ********. Then we can ask the man in a suit if we can have alcohol." She smiled, "You ever had the bubbly stuff??"