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The scarlet foyer is just off the main drag, but it is quiet enough for all that. Where the plum parlor is occupied by several creatures, the scarlet foyer boasts only two: the masked Sunny, who looks like she's gone and wrestled her dress from a wood chipper, and a man wearing a pharaonic death mask and trying to engage her in conversation.

As its name might suggest, the scarlet foyer is done up all in red. Mahogany tables made to seat four to six people fill the space, along with their red-upholstered dining chairs. The far wall is full of food, not all of which is recognizable to a human being and most of which seems to be some kind of enchanted. A fountain, with empty cups beside, invites guests to partake of its bounty, which is a pale golden wine. There is no option for red.

This thread is for RP and persuasion only! Links lead to that character's favor thread.

Chel | 25/25 | Hitting on Someone, Which Nobody Saw Coming

At least Chel was a woman of her word; she did go straight for the drinks (or at least, the closest thing to a bar which seemed to be this fountain ... thing) with Connor in tow.

She opted not to drink quite yet, both wanting to stay vigilant and because she was a bit paranoid of all things magical. She gave Connor a look, gesturing non-verbally to the other duo in the room with her eyes. As the twosome approached the fountain, Chel opted to lean closer to the woman and interrupt the conversation.

"Hey gorgeous, we meet again. What's with the gasbag?" she raised an eyebrow at the old man, daring him to say something. Maybe it wasn't the rescue Sunny was wanting, but it was certainly the one she was getting.

connor hill - 25/25 - drinking wine and talking to the eldritch gentlemen

There was absolutely no protest on Connor's tongue when Chel hauled him through the main hall and into a side room decorated only in reds. He remembered the cats mentioning something about a scarlet foyer, and he guessed that this was it. They had also called it a "safe place", but he didn't feel there was any reason to trust anything a cat had said.

Inside, there was not a bar, but there was a fountain, and Connor remained optimistic that it's contents would at least be of the alcoholic persuasion. Letting go of Chel's arm, he wandered over for a closer look, a side glance given to Juniper, who it would seem had opted to come with them, for now. Reaching for his own empty glass, he filled it up with the golden amber drink, and swirled it around, while eyeing it warily, not because he was worried about having a drink of anything in this magical place, but because it was decidedly un-whiskey like in appearance.

Turning away from the fountain, he raised the drink to his lips for a light taste, and found it to be...well, not terrible at least, but not something he'd drink if given the choice for something less...well, fruity came to mind, though it wasn't exactly that.

"Alright, darling?" He asked of Juniper, who was also tasting the wine. "Planning on being a little more careful this time around, I take it?" He grinned, and began to turn away, while taking a longer sip of his drink.

"That's no fun."

His attention turned back towards Chel and the...messy...woman she was speaking with, before his gaze rose to the gentlemen in the red mask.

"Hello, please do excuse our interruption. We heard that there was safety to be had over here, and with talk of a murder, well..." He paused for a moment, his voice trailing off.

"...You do know what I'm talking about, right?" He asked, all while feigning both a sense of class and propriety, and pretending to know more than he actually did.

Diana Vyn 25/25 - Dragging Chester with her/Headed to Chel

The foyer was interesting to say the least. The fountain was a fancy touch, and with the red of the room and her outfit she felt like this was the place to be. She saw Sunny, had heard about her, but she was still a tad bit confused by all of this. The gentleman beside her was much more extravagantly dressed to say the least, but she thought Sunny had her own sort of charm as well. They were here to figure out a mystery though, and if they were the ones to give them information she needed to stop getting distracted by fashion and fancy things. Her fingers itched to take something, but she would not give in to the urge.

"Chel!" she called out, wandering closer to the woman as she watched her speak.

Chel | 25/25 | Ogling (Again)

Chel nearly choked on her spit as she saw the bedazzled horror that was Diana's ridiculous dress. It was gorgeous on her, of course, and she looked every bit the beautiful babe of the ball, but for Chel who knew her thieving friend so well it looked positively over-the-top from her point of view.

"Look who murdered the queen ah hearts an' stole her dress," Chel said with a low whistle. "Lookin' good." Chel also shot Connor a very quick, almost unnoticeable glance; off limits.

Diana 25/25 | Talking

"Oh uh...thanks," Diana blushed, happy the mask covered most of it. "I just wanted to look fancy and this seemed like the place to do it. Not too sure what all is happening, but I'm here to help if needed!"

"He insists he's my father," says Sunny to Chel, relieved as hell for the distraction. "Like, dude, either way, my dad left me in a forest to be raised by wolves, so who cares? I don't. I really don't."

She really did. She really, really did.

"You should get your friends to come sit over here," she says, "Like, between me and him. Actually if one of them could push him off his chair too that'd be great. I can't, 'cause I'm like, not... one of you, so I'd get in trouble."

Sunny Shore: 25/25, talking to Chel
Relieved as she is to be rescued, Sunny apparently isn't ready to spill all the beans. "Well, I'm not a guest," she says. "You are. I mean, you are, aren't you? You're masked."