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Marcus LeCroix 25/25 also a solid 10/10 in his own head-talking to peeps then cats

"I like masks on faces. At least then you know you cannot trust what you see blatantly so, rather than guessing. People are terrible good at faking emotions." Said the man who did his best to just pass as normal most days.

"Also when did you start wearing contacts?" Marcus hadn't missed the reflective eyes of on Jeremiah but, he'd chalked it up to contact lenses to be cool. Or something medical. Science was truly advancing. "But no, I assumed this had to do with ah the um... group i've mentioned before. The fact it's NOT that group and rather just a party and I know people is much better. Please, I may not be all about the fact that things happen, but I will take what I can get. Speaking of, It's nice to see you all safe given where we are. "

Two looks passed over Marcus's face as the conversation moved onward and somewhat steered clear of the very large elephant in the room. One look was surprise, the other was genuine curiosity. Most due to a simple fact. That they'd been invited here rather than just randomly brought so the whole event was done with some intention to make a show of their presence.
At least, that's what Marcus thought. You didn't invite a bunch of people who were not your normal associates unless you had a motive. And this motive was as the cats sudden spoke and explained a few things, was murder.

"Oh well never mind then. Not the first time I've been wrong." Marcus said it like he was completely not surprised at being along and if it wasn't murder they were discussing.

As everyone asked about the murders, Marcus just listened, looking more at the cats and wondering if they were like Gloom. Gloom was shadows, so what would cats be? Mid-day sun? Either really warm and pleasant or too hot and making one curse everything? Marcus didn't own cats for a reason. Cats were far to complex.

That and, if at the very least, if it was a party, murder or not, he'd come anticipating food and drinks.

This was out of habit. Still he raised his hand like he was in a class room or another very long and boring planning room with a bunch of city council members who all wanted way too many things on a single building project and had no concept of time constraints or realistic budget.

"Oh I have a question. Well, three I suppose. Is there food and beverages? Are they safe for us to eat? And finally, what are your names? I feel rude asking questions without even knowing who I'm speaking to."

Hux Keighley ┈ 25/25 ┈ talking to Rabbit

Hux frowned. "Murder prevented or not... I still feel like there might be some blood involved." He side-eyed the cats again, making sure at least half his attention was spent listening to whatever questions they answered while the other half lingered on Rabbit. He really did look good in that mask. Was it wrong to think that, given their predicament? He wasn't sure... but he also didn't quite care.

He smiled for a moment, then- spurred by Rabbit's words- he looked away again. At the crowd. "There are a lot of 'downers here aren't, there? I wonder how many of them are actually trying to kill us... or, well, one of us." He frowned. "What if we're the only two, huh? I mean, you remembered who I am without any sort of introduction so... you must be you, right? I'm not quite sure what the rules for that sort of thing are."

He didn't see much point in asking the cats anything. They could lie as easily as anyone else. It seemed like the rest of them were a bit too quick to trust the felines. Didn't they know never to trust a Cheshire?

Chel | 25/25 | Shockingly, more talking

"What the ******** is a stratagem?" Chel very eloquently asked her small group of people.

And vampires?? What the hell????????? With Shun's gun gone and now vampires in the murder mix, Chel was feeling less and less safe. This was what she'd signed up for, she supposed.

jeremiah mercer || 25/25 || talking with alg, zac, and marcus
nasir vasile || 25/25 || speaking quietly with wil

Nasir looked to Wil, his fingers tangled with the blonde. "... do we ... try and help?" he asked quietly, looking over to where the professor and the detective were. "I don't want someone to get killed." Not if he could do something to stop it, which the cats seemed to imply.

For all that he had wanted to see talking cats before, something about these- Well, Nasir got what he wanted but it was not necessarily the experience he expected.

Jeremiah looks briefly over to Shun, his head inclined towards him. They could talk shortly but the odds were it was probably going to be best to spread out and find out whatever they could at this party. If this was a game they were playing that likely meant that those at the party knew of it and would be talking about it.

"Alg ..." he said slowly, knowing his spouse was not going to be entirely pleased that this was exactly the kind of thing he could not do. "I don't like it but the only way out is through this murder mystery party," he settled on instead. It was true because he did not like the fact that they were playing parts, playing what amounted to a game almost with a life at stake.

Though who that life belonged to remained in question.

Jeremiah looked to Zac, who he knew would want to do something, and to Marcus who- Actually Marcus probably thought this was all the Illuminati and, at this point, he probably was not that far off.

Not that he would say anything about it.

Shun Kuroda 25/25 | Being irritated

Shun twitched slightly as most of the questions directed at the cats were seemingly ignored, despite the fact they had requested the questions in the first place. He should have figured as such, but it was annoying nonetheless.

Also apparently there was a vampire... or more somewhere around. First werewolves (sort of), and now vampires. He wasn't exactly thrilled.

Then, he slowly stared at Chel.

"Stratagem. Strategy. Plan. We get on with this stupid game of theirs, find out what we can, and maybe stop the sacrifice they are calling for."

It was a very high level plan, but there really wasn't much to work with right off the bat. Letting out a breath, he glanced to the side, nodding back to Jeremiah. Most likely the other detective had some similar thoughts about all of this.

Chel | 25/25 | Causing Irritation

"Why don't they just say strategy then?" Chel muttered, mostly to herself. Chel wasn't exactly the most loquacious person.

Shun's plan seemed ... simple, to put it kindly. It didn't give her much to go off of and it didn't leave her feeling prepared. Chel was good with that though; little planning was kind of her style.

"Alright. Beat the bad guys, no sweat." Except it was probably going to be really hard. A lot of sweat. "We should meet back here in a bit an' like ... share what we find." She gave wiggly fingers and looked to the others for approval of the idea.

Finn Derouen | 25/25 | Talking to Aleksy and Leslie

"Yeah, it, um, sure sounds like real murders," said Finn, in his typical understated manner. He glanced toward Aleksy - the aforementioned vampire, though Finn wasn't about to out him to anyone who didn't already know that - and offered his arm - the pair of gloves he'd gotten from his magical wardrobe change seemed like they might be useful.

"Thanks," he said, tilting his head slightly. At least Aleksy liked the way he looked tonight, even if Finn wasn't wild about it.

"I don't like the stakes," he confessed, "but they've been abundantly clear. We should just... try to enjoy the food."

Wait.

Were you supposed to eat in faerieland?

Aleksy Spektor: 25/25, talking to Finn

Aleksy took Finn's arm. He wouldn't be enjoying the food, because there was the little problem of, hey, he consumed the energy of living beings. But he wouldn't say that out loud when everyone seemed to be gearing up to freak out at everyone. As a secret vampire, he was a prime target, wasn't he? "It'll be alright," he said.