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No rain, no snow nor wind or storm was going to keep Gwendolyn Caspian from enjoying a good party, and no could the cold. The promise of great Cajun food, King Cake, and yet another chance to dress up made the hassle of getting out of bed and downing the medicine worth the trip, and though it meant sneaking out of the house (to escape her over protective sister), she had found a bathroom to change into her costume.

Not her Senshi costume, though she secretly hoped that there was no need for that. No, instead, she had brought a costume that she had been secretly working on behind Maddy's back. So many weeks spent saving up supplies, putting off homework and even a few hours sacrificed from her video games, all to make her own Mr. Mistoffelees costume.

"I don't care if it has nothing to do with Mardi Gras," Gwen told herself, applying the last bit of her costume and stepping out of the bathroom. "But who knows how to party more than the original Conjuring Cat?"

She knew who, but she had resigned to the fact that she couldn't afford to have made a Rum Tum Tugger costume. It was too complicated, and Mr. Mistoffelees felt that her hair style as more suited for the magical cat instead. She approached the table, oogling at all of the great looking food and unable to stop gushing over it. "Jambalaya, Andouille gumbo, and that's just the START of it!"

She especially gushed over that King Cake, and she regretted that she'd have to eat it last. That was when she noticed Marie was having trouble with the sound system. She couldn't help but butt in to the conversation, not even taking the time to introduce herself before offering her services. "Hey, you look like you're having trouble with that. Mind if I help?"

Gwen waited to see if she needed or wanted her help, telling her stomach to shut up long enough to at least get an answer before diving into the food. She was sure there'd be enough left...

Gwen was taken by surprise when the stereo she was standing next to suddenly came to life, the blaring trumpets catching her completely off guard and causing her to nearly fell onto her butt. She was lucky to catch herself, no doubt thanks to years in gymnastics or perhaps her Cats costume played a factor into that, and she moved away from the stereo, walking into Millicent's line of sight as her ears rung.

"Hi! Welcome to the party!" Said the girl, catching Gwen's attention by her bright outfit, as well as her even brighter smile. She seemed extremely happy, too happy, and Gwen merely thought that she was getting in the spirit of Mardi Gras.

"Thanks, I feel welcomed! I arrive and BAM, music! Looks like you have that under control..." Gwen smiled, not realizing who she was talking to at all. She looked at the food around them, not wanting to be rude but unable to silence her stomach any longer. "So wheres the line for the food? I can't wait to dig in... it all looks so good!"

Though Millicent had dragged Jett to the party, that didn’t mean he was particularly thrilled to be there. He had offered to drive on a whim; being home alone was driving him stir crazy and with Raven being sick, he couldn’t go over and bother her. Despite attending a Mardi Gras party, he wore a barely affiliated ensemble; he was clad in no costume but instead a pair of jeans and a white shirt, accented with a purple vest with shiny golden buttons and a green tie. His hair was accented by a cute little hairpiece Millicent had made for him--a combination of green and purple and yellow feathers with two strings of beads--and glitter. So much glitter. It certainly was not his style, but...how could he say no when she'd put so much effort into it?

Dressing up wasn’t really a priority, but Jett didn’t want to stick out against the crowd too much. He had let Millicent run along and stayed with the car for a few moments longer to make a call and send a few last minute texts to Raven. He could hear the music from the parking lot before he wandered over to the heavily decorated party.

Upon entering the area, Jett was met with the pleasant aroma of food—a sudden reminder that he had skipped lunch. Pulling out a stick of gum, he slid it into his mouth as he made his way over to Millicent, holding out a second stick for her. “Finished talking with Raven,” he informed the girl, glancing around as he chewed on the gum. If Jett were one to feel odd, he might have been a bit embarrassed that he didn’t strive to introduce himself to the woman hosting the party or any of the other guests while on his way to Millie, though instead, he just seemed rather laid back about it all—if not a bit bored with everything, too. “She said to have fun and keep your top on,” Jett added with a little smirk, resisting the urge to ruffle Millie’s hair.

Though Jett didn’t approach anyone as he held out the stick of gum for Millie, his eyes scanned the food curiously, wondering if some of the odder looking dishes were even edible.

Orangeish Sherbert

The park smelled like super delicious food.

That's all the invitation that a certain manx cat needed to join in the festivities. Of course, she really didn't know what specific festivities were waiting for her. All she knew was that there was a lot of food here that people would have to be willing to share with a cute kitty such as herself.

Her ears did perk up specifically the moment a familiar voice pretty much advertised all the different foods that were being served at the moment. Following said voice, the little cat soon enough found herself rubbing up against a pair of ankles that belonged to said voice. However, Marie was not a cat this time, so it was almost like meeting the woman again for the first time.

Marie’s eyes immediately focused on the blonde boy that approached Millie. She gave him a playful, exaggerated once-over and whistled.

“ Ooo-ee! Millie my girl, I must say, you gots good taste. Who’s dis friend o’ yours?”

The large woman’s attention was briefly diverted from Millie and her friend by the sensation of something rubbing against her ankles. Looking down and spying the gray cat making its presence known, Marie grinned and dropped down to let the cat sniff at her hand.

“ Hello kitty! You smelt da food, didn’t ya’? If you a nice kitty, I’ll fix ya’ a plate.”

Glancing back up at the blonde, she grinned and added, “ I’m sure Millie’ll vouch for da fact dat all my food is at least edible. More fillin’ den gum anyway, ‘n you skinny things need fillin’ food.”

Azzo had been attempting to avoid getting sick for the past while after the flu pandemic seemed to have broken out. However, as weird as it was, everything seemed to be going rather peachy. No symptoms, in fact he was fit as a fiddle. Which struck him as slightly odd since it seemed a great deal of people were getting sick.

He had stopped to read a flyer when he ran into Lil, it'd been ages since he'd seen her. In fact the Mardi Gras picnic sounded like just the place to catch up, maybe even Aurora would feel up to coming. He wasn't sure but the promise of free food was enough to entice Azzo, so he'd mentioned it to Lil, who was standing beside him as he read the poster aloud.

Which is how he ended up going to the party dressed up, in what he considered an interesting outfit for the occasion tossing together his Hatter costume from Halloween and some ideas he'd gotten from the internet based on the Venice Carnival. In the end he was probably pretty unrecongizable by most, which is why he shot a quick picture to Aurora via text just in case, and luckily met up with Lil on the way. Of course she'd be able to tell from his voice who he was.

"So, have you ever been to a Mardi Gras party?" He asked curiously, surely the picnic would be interesting right? As they walked towards the location of the picnic he could already hear the music and see people gathered. At least Azzo wasn't one to worry about being over dressed for the occasion.

When the large woman dropped down to give the feline attention, the feline was more than willing to give some back of her own. She completely skipped the whole sniffing thing and was already rubbing her cheeks up against the lady's hand. She managed to catch a few people calling her the name Marie, which as she recalled, was the same name as that large brown cat she had met a while back. The way this woman spoke did sound quite similar to how the large brown cat had, so it was probably her. It was nice being able to make such connections.

In reply to the mention of getting her own plate, the guardian mewled out enthusiastically. She approved of getting food. Free food!

Of course, another familiar voice spoke up. Pale green eyes flitted away towards another familiar sight. It was Millie! Not everyone feigned ignorance when it came to the manx, so the fact she had called her 'kitty' was actually pretty clever in the feline's mind. From her current spot at Marie's hand, the feline replied with a few more trilling mewls to confirm she was there to do all of the above. Fun, food, and being adorable was not all that hard to balance!