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Pat O'Ryan - in the Dining room

Pat murmured a quiet 'no problem' before taking a sip of his own glass. He definitely wasn't a sommelier like the guy he got the glasses from but even he could tell that he wasn't sipping some low class stuff. It was fruity and had a really nice smell. He listened absently as the two females chatted, purple eyes drifting towards the windows where he saw that the rain that had been persistent was getting much worse. It had been obnoxious when they were coming in but nothing that a coat wouldn't shed but what he was watching meant that even an umbrella might be useless.

Distant rumbling was a underscore to the chatting of guests and before he could make a innate comment about how they got here just in time it seemed there was a loud crash that brought the party to a stuttered stop. The lights flickered and even the music skipped, a tense feeling filled the air. Pat absently edged closer to Fiona, shifting slightly behind her as if shielding her from what ever was going on. Even the circulating hostess' words of calm didn't have the desired effect on Pat. He had seen too much, had experienced so much more to have something like this not rise his concern.

He actually sighed a bit in relief when it was revealed that several trees were down. It sucked that it blocked the only way out but it wouldn't take overly long to get them free but his relief was short lived because once again a crash sounded, the lights flickered, and this time they died. Unless he was mistaken some of the bulbs even burst with the power surge however the darkness wasn't what had him calling out quietly to Fiona.

"Fi?" he murmured to his girlfriend, silently asking if she too was feeling what he was. Something was wrong. Something was missing. That sense at the back of his head, in the depths of his heart, wasn't there. That spark of magic. The connection with something so much greater than himself. It was like he was standing naked in a crowded room... completely bewildering and disconcerting and it left him feeling disturbingly vulnerable.

Pat hoped that he was the only one feeling like this but he feared that that wasn't the case.

Fiona Watson - In the Dining Room

Fiona thought that Pat was being cheesy, but it brought a smile to her face regardless and it earned him a kiss to his cheek as she accepted her wine glass. "It looks nice Jack, really," she reassured her companion, a kind smile on her mouth.

Wine was sipped at slowly, Fiona savoring the taste while also preferring to keep her consumption minimal. It never hurt to err closer to sobriety than inebriation in Destiny City.

The storm hit hard and heavy and the ginger allowed her boyfriend to hover, pressing her free hand against his chest to assure him that she was beside him still and that she wasn't going anywhere.

It only took a few seconds for the emptiness to settle inside of her. Her expression blanked and she looked at her boyfriend like a startled doe. "Something's wrong."

Nadia Vetrov - Entertainment Room

It was a good feeling and she was escorted by the most adorable halloween themed costumes in the party. Biased of course.

It was short lived, as quickly as the wine escapade happened, Thunder boom causing a large crash and she squeezed the two boys closer to her.

"Stick close babes." She murmured as she shuffled around her small purse for her phone. "Flashlight on."

Nadia's phone came to light, lighting around the trio, but it came with a price. The sudden darkness made her whole body feel wrong and she felt....cut off.

"Lorne. I don't feel good." She looked at him, clutching tighter to her boyfriend as her flashlight phone shook in her hand. "Something...." She kneeled over just a bit, trying to stop the sudden feeling of nausea.

Both Roses ignored Jada- pointedly so. Yet the books held more promise. The well worn book you grabbed in particular seemed to be a journal of sorts. News clippings, articles plastered here and there along with photos. As you flip the pages one thing stands out- The connection to more arcane healing rituals and claims.

In your stumble, a painting swings back and forth- and in doing so you notice that there are no marks to indicate that it's been hanging long. In fact... it looks like something is behind said painting. Staff however come by, quickly checking on you and the painting as well.


A nearby man, catches sight of her, "Miss, here, let me get you a towel." He fetched a very soft and warm fluffy towel from another room. "Please come to the Entertainment room. With the lights out it's dangerous to be wandering the halls." His name tag reads 'Patrick'.


There was no smell of blood, but the stain was dark and browning- he wasn't wrong. "No, but thanks. I went to get a quick smoke a while ago but a raven came down and went after me. It was odd- ravens don't come out at night, much less in storms." He pulled back the sleeve, showing the bandage. "Like I said though, I'll be fine." He only mildly jumped with the crash. "Andddd there's karma. I hope we're getting overtime for this."


A maid holding up what looked to be her cellphone shone a light on the floor, enough to see by. "Miss, we're gathering everyone in the entertainment room- oh. Are you alright?" She must have been maybe 16 or so. "It's okay if you're worried about the storm. I'm sure it was just a falling tree or something."


The man grinned, clearly misinterpreting the signals, already reaching for her phone when the light burst. "s**t!" he yelled. "You okay?" There was genuine worry. "Hold on- I think we had some candles in the kitchens? No place to smoke- not unless you wanna brave the storm." He brough out his phone to use as a light. "I'm Jeff by the way."


You feel something pulse under your hand- heated and warm. Then, cool. It was nothing, the doorknob doesn't budge and is clearly locked.


Unfortunately for Bo, being on the ground in a dark house was a bad idea, because one maid with too short of a skirt ended up tripping over him, creating a very loud yelp. "Oh- Ow ow ow-"
All you find in the cabinet are cooking and baking supplies.


Nadia's phone would flicker with the message- NO CELL SERVICE

Evren - Moving from Foyer to the Entertainment room with towel

With another sneeze, Evren gratefully accepted the towel. "Thank you." Evren nodded and followed Patrick to the Entertainment room. Looking around she made a humming noise as she attempted to dry herself off.

His fingers had just come to rest around a bag of sugar when a maid in a very short skirt tripped over him. She ended up nailing him in the side with a foot, but he steadied her ankle to keep her from falling. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, rubbing a thumb around her ankle. "I'm Bo, and you are?" He couldn't see her well, but it felt like a nice ankle.

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Ugh, had she found the one staff member that didn't smoke? Typical. Still, he was a road in. "I'm Penny," she said, inching her illuminated phone toward him. "So darkness and whatever, what was that number? Are the Rose sisters the type to freak out about a disturbance like this?" she asked. A contact on the inside was still a contact on the inside. And if that shitty junior reporter wasn't going to show up, she was still going to get a number. The story of the blackout was interesting, but not a full story. Something was burgeoning here, and -- damn, that empty feeling she had -- Penny was determined to find it.

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When the pulse hit her hand, Maggie winced and naturally pulled her hand away. She didn't think much of it, just a rush of adrenaline fogging her mind naturally. She let herself be tugged away from the door because, hey, pressed against this dude's chest was nice. While Brendan played nice with the staff, Maggie was imagining their wedding.

"Okay, Brendan," she said, "are you a ghost-chaser too?" Maggie wasn't, but she wanted to be into whatever he was into. Come on, older guy, muscular, dreamboat. She was ready to be whatever he needed and fulfill the mental picture in her head.

Maximilian Rufus Tristian-Gaspard -Dining room.
He arrived with his parents. Or he had come with them- only for them to decide that no, they were going to this other party he could take an Uber home. Which was fine, the app was connected to his phone and his dad's card and they trusted him to just 'socialize' and 'have fun' and 'make connections. Which Max really had no plans for. If anything, his plan was to just avoid the hell out of people and spend the night eating free food and maybe reading a book off his phone.

But after being dropped off, it wasn't ten minutes later the crash hit, and Max felt his anxiety spike with the power outage. So much for free food and a 'fun' party. It didn't help that he felt.. sick. Ill even. This was why he hated social gatherings. He didn't do well in them.

Solia DeBelle-Foyer
She hated parties. No, stratch that. She hated people. Normal people. People who's star seeds were free game. No, today was a 'human' day. A day she had to make nice and eat no starseeds, generals orders. The insane woman had long since abandoned her senses, and now at a party with so many potential victims, she hungered.
The sound of a crash made her only smile. Finally, an excuse to-

She stumbled, falling down as if she'd forgotten how to walk. Fear hit her- all the soothing energy of the starseeds shed eaten in the last week were gone. She felt so... pathetic. Horror in her face, she backed herself against a wall and began to hyperventalate. This was not good. She realized that on instinct she'd tried to power up but nothing happened. What was going on? Why- why did she suddenly feel so human?

Dorian Mill-Entertainment room
He wasn't much for spooy things. His sphere was spooky enough. But the offer of a fancy costume party sounded fun- and so did the idea of a haunted house! Giddy, he'd gotten a cute (if bloody) unicorn costume which was just a white suit really with a pastel rainbow hair tie and horn along with blood marks on his face. Hungry killer unicorn was appropriate right? It didn't get him stopped at the door so that was good. But he arrived just as the storm really picked up, and so he arrived half wet and looking a bit damp.
A towel handed to him, he went to the entertainment room to find a place to sit and dry off when the lights went out.
"Oh." He smiled. "I like this! Very realistic!"

Thranduil Wood-Dining room
The man named after an elf from lord of the ring did what only an ornery contridictory man could do. Come as Faramir and pretend he didn't know any elvish language like it was just all gibberish to him. When in fact he knew from his dumb knowledge imparted by his parents, that the lettering spelled out his name and to call him if the armor was found.
Stupid, but effective when he'd been younger and dragged to conventions.

But wet, looking like he'd personally offended the clouds and battled in Helm's Deep himself, Thran made his way to the food, about to take a bite of a cheese slice with cracker when the thunderclapped and something crashed making him drop his food in the dark.
He looked down, wondering why he'd not just opted to stay home this year.

Winston Fairchild-Foyer
It was like he was back home only everyone had a far weirder accent and he was pretty sure no one knew how surreal it was to be offered chips only to find no, they meant crisps. Having arrived after the party begun, Winston had come in order to try and meet people, and make connections. If he had any hope of realy establishing himself, he needed to be able to network and what better place was there than a party?

Too bad after having arrived the power went out and a tree was now blocking the road. It was sure to sour the mood of the party, not to mention the storm was unkind in allowing a lighthearted atmosphere to start with. Still, he thought to make the most of it and get some wine only to be carded and ******** he hated America.

Tobias Red-Entertainment room
He was wet. Soaking wet. The party had started and he was late due to getting lost on the roads leading to the place, then, someone decided to not let him in for a minute so he'd been left in the rain as it down poured, ruining his nice masquerade hawk costume. (For irony purposes of course). Grumbling, trying to try off, he grumbled more as the power went out and they announced a tree had fallen.
So much for asking to use the drying on his coat. Maybe they had a working fireplace.

Marlo-Foyer.
The man arrived late, having to make sure the kids were all squared away before joining their mother. But as soon as he arrived, the power went out.
"Well." He sighed. "This is promising."