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Aphismet was enjoying his hot chocolate thoroughly, sitting on one of the cushioned benches in front of the bonfire. The drink was rich and smooth, not that watered-down stuff you got in most places. Aphismet couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. This was one of his favorite moments so far this year. The cold air at his back, the warmth of the large fire warming his front... Ah, this was the life.

The scene that greeted Kalec as he emerged from his meditative sleep contained so much information that his senses were overloaded. He could handle focusing on a few select individuals but this was a bit too much for his newly developing Raevan mind.

Reeling a little, he covered his face with one of his slender hands to blind his senses so he could come up with a plan of action.

The Raevan Gage and Julian were familiar sights. He could hear their banter, and their tones of voice told him many things, not all of which he could grasp. It was indeed as if he was pre-programmed with information, but his access to that information wasn't available until he himself had experienced and formulated connections between concept and reality.

He peeked out from under his hand and let his eyes adjust. There was a new Raevan in the refreshment booth with them, along with the bustling cook. What was his name...Ray? Ray Kit? Indeed it was, his memory told him, as he cooly analyzed the man. He was dressed in a more formal fashion, which had thrown him a bit at first, but it was indeed the same person. He would have to get used to this, the change of outer appearance of non-Raevan. Gage seemed unchanged at least.

And there was the fish-man again, moving around in the area of an unfamiliar Black and Red Raevan. It was true, that most of his kind were unfamiliar to him, but at least their forms hardly changed. He would try to introduce himself to this Raevan later, and learn more about him. His sharp ears picked up some of the conversation but not all of it, through the bustle of the area.

Gage was doing something peculiar though, he noticed. He was watching someone and yet, trying to...hide? His mind reassured him that this was the right word, but the logic escaped him. If he was so interested in the object of his desire, why didn't he simply go out and speak? Despite his calculating mind, he didn't know enough about relationships to put two and two together yet.

Things were a little bit too bustling though. He had to narrow things down. Perhaps, introducing himself to the new Raevan in his booth would make things more interesting and more focused. He couldn't gather data if there was too much to gather, despite his thirst for knowledge.

"Hello," he spoke without much tact or warning at all as he moved next to Zave. Zave seemed to had a very prominent personality, and was much more developed than he. Perhaps he could learn from this individual. "My name is Kalec, I do not think we have met. What is your name?" He took his place up at the counter, and waited for an answer, relatively sure that all social conventions had been met.

Vyn eyed the woman coolly, her face tilted slightly to the side in puzzlement. ...Frightened? Why would she be frightened?

"It is...fine," Vyn said at length, choosing her words carefully and accompanying them with a dainty nod of her head. Her words were halting, but her voice velvety and soft as petals, although deeper than what one might expect from a female. It was rather sexy in a manner that was made all the more so simply because she did not realize it herself.

Black-yellow eyes blinked once in surprise as the woman then proffered her a rather large bundle of the flowers she had just been looking at earlier. If Vyn was a little more observant she would have noticed that someone else was also looking at her as well, but the Shadow Frei was so used to garnering attention wherever she went that she had long become desensitized to people staring, whether it was in admiration, jealousy, awe, fear, or confusement. For now, her attention was not on who was paying attention to her or not, but on the bouquet that was offered to her.

Something similar had happend to Shuura, earlier. Someone had given her guardian a bundle of flowers wrapped up in similar fashion. Thinking back to what Shuura had did, Vyn hesistated for a moment, then gently accepted the bouquet from the woman with both hands, noting at the same time that her eyes were a surprising green--a pleasing color, such a vivid contrast to Shuura's normally blazing red ones.

Pausing a moment to take in the scent of the flowers, Vyn floated in place thoughtfully. What was she supposed to do next? The Frei glanced around--right after she had taken the flowers, Shuura had then thrown them immediately into the nearest trash can, but Vyn couldn't see any trash cans anywhere. She was a little glad for that, though, since it seemed like such a waste, not to mention it made the person who had given Shuura the flowers crumple over. Vyn decided to hold onto the flowers, for a little longer at least.

Rivener smiled at Vyn, as he pocketed Alex's money. She had given him a tip! She might be a woman, but she was a generous woman. And Vyn seemed to enjoy the present.

"If you want, Vyn, you can work here at the booth with me; you'd get to be close to the flowers all night. Wouldn't that be nice?" He added, waving her over gently.


Aphismet startled at the sudden voice. He hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings, and so Sam's approach was a complete surprise. Aph spun to face this newcomer, careful not to spill his drink. "Erm, what? Oh, my R-Raevan? Oh, er, mine is called Rivener. He's the red and black one, over there." He gestured in the general direction of the booths, not really paying attention. He was too busy concentrating on this fishy character.

Alex found herself momentarily enthralled once again. The female Raevan's voice was heavenly, even to her human ears. She'd only said three words, but Alex felt struck by them. If all the Raevans were like this...what type of Lab WAS that place?

The Italian woman shook her head to clear her mind, observing the female Raevan. To Alex's scientific self, it seemed as though the other was uncertain as to what to do next. To her heart, it looks as those this lovely woman had never received a gift before.

She glanced to the male Raevan to see if he'd know anything. Much to her delight, he stepped in, offering her a place to stay amongst the flowers. Vyn, her name was...it was fitting, somehow. He was quite the gentleman to her, which eased Alex's mind. Her fingers curled around her quickly cooling cup of luke-warm chocolate, smiling softly at the two. So pretty, she thought fondly, so delicate.

Another thought crossed her mind. Perhaps the Raevans didn't have much interaction with humans...this could be why she seemed so quiet and unsure. The handsome one seemed to know and care for this equally beautiful female; she smiled fondly, murmuring, "Miss Vyn, kind sir. I hope you find enjoyment this evening."

She turned to look for a trash can for her cool chocolate, and spied the strawberry treat that she'd bought earlier, untouched on the counter. Zoe had been such a squirmy little bugger that she'd forgotten all about it. Alex offered another kind smile before she moved to retrieve the pastry, wondering if she couldn't bribe Zoe to behave with it.

Approaching the lab Myst saw what seemed to be party or something going on. Peeking her interested she moved towards all the booths and people, scaning the area to see what there was. Kissing booths, refreshment booths, some sort of tunnel, and pan of some kind... The floating torsos wandering about or working booths made her pause. She wasn't sure weither they were the strangest things she'd see, or if she'd seen stranger, it was hard to tell.

Her current outfit consisted of a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, black pants, and black boots. Her hair presently down to keep the chill off her neck.

She sidled over to the pan to investigate first. Hmm, dice and prizes. That kind of looked like fun. Doubting that she'd win anything, she picked up the dice and cast them into the pan.

Peering into the pan she shrugged, "58... Not a winning number."

Myst wondered if anyone actually got the dice to be nice and let them win yet. She glanced to the side, and turned to face the man that also missed out on a winning number with the dice, "Not very cooperative dice, are they?" she asked with a chuckle, tucking a lock of black hair behind one of her ears.

She turned back to the dice for a moment, "Think I'll try again." she stated and gave them another roll.

With a glance at the dice and a glance at the winning numbers again, she sighed, "109.. Nope."