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The creature in front of you is globulous. It's mass fills an entire corner of the room, as if it had been poured there all at once and settled into every space and crack and crevice. It is dark bodied, draped in glitzy fabrics, and has a massive smiling mouth set underneath an elaborate eyeless mask. You assume that this top bit, oriented in the proper location, must be it's head.

"Can you believe the injustice-" It's voice is thick, as gluttonous sounding as it looked, "-putting me off as far as they could as if I'm some throwaway."

You notice small dark creatures, each wearing some single piece of glittering jewelry, seem to tend to the mass. They bring it food, drinks, even things you are sure fell out of guest's pockets.

"No one will come back here to see me-" It laments, suddenly sad, ignoring that you seem to have found it just fine and there are others in the room as well, "All I want to meet is someone special..

"Bring me some company-" It sounded adamant and had a sharp glint to it's smile,"-and I'll give you some advice."

Juniper Wilcox | 25/25 | Doing a good deed

Things in Other Ashdown were....interesting. Not to mention the creatures that inhabited it. Still, Juniper had felt bad for the blob being that felt so removed from the party while shoved away from the main entertainment. So, when she was requested to find him a party mate, she had happily agreed. Now, the tricky thing was, would it be easy to find someone who wants to chat with a blob creature?

Juniper found herself roaming from room to room. She was basing her search on visual appearances because, to tell the truth, that was probably the toughest thing to get over with the blob person. And well...she figured if the person she found was also a bit peculiar in appearance...

OK, it was a horrible way to search, but it was all she had to go on.

So, with intent she searched, and searched....annnnnnnd searched. It got to the point she was feeling desperate when she eventually located a small elemental. He was....well....different in appearance with his rocky textured skin and squat appearance, but it may work. Fussing with her dress to make sure it looked good she walked over and threw on her charm.

"Hey there! I was wondering if maybe y ou could help a friend of mine?" She flashed her pearly whites and leaned down a bit to the elemental's height.

The elemental just stared at her for a moment, a notebook and pen in hand. It took a moment to write something down before shrugging and snapping the notebook shut with an audible smack. "Sure, why not. Maybe it could prove useful."

Juniper raised a brow. That had been easy enough, but what did he mean by useful? She decided not to ask though thinking this may be one of those things better off not knowing about. "Perfect! I'll lead the way to him!"

She led the way from the room and found herself...well...not where she expected. She swore the hallway she had entered from had been slightly different. Was it possible for hallways to alter themselves here? "Um. No worries. He should be right around here in one of these rooms." She said a bit nervously as she continued to lead the way through hallway after hallway.

Why the hell did they all seem to be the same?

"I swear I am not leading you on some rat race." She said as she noted the elemental seemed to be getting tired of roaming hallways.

Juniper was getting a bit flustered. It had seemed like an eternity since she had left the blob being and she hoped he hadn't given up on her.

Finally though, things took a turn when the Elemental decided to open a doorway. "Wait, I don't know..." But, when she looked in after the elemental, she saw the blob being in the room and she heaved a sigh.

"That's him over there." She nodded at the blob being.

The squat elemental didn't seem to notice that Juniper had been talking as he made his way over to dive into conversation. The two quickly fell into conversation and Juniper began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, these two knew each other?

Chris Watts || 25/25 || Bringing a mass a friend

There was a giant mass that wanted a friend. Fair enough, Chris figured and without much else to do, he went to single someone out of the crowd. It wasn't hard to find this... blabbering, preachy prince (dressed in peach, appropriately) who Chris figured would make a weird match with the guy. He wanted someone to talk to, this guy seemed pretentious enough. A perfect match.

It would be his luck though that on the way back to the mass, he'd run into a long series of hallways that looked the same. In fact, Chris was almost certain he had passed the same room twice (and man the prince would NOT shut up) but he forged on. Luckily he managed to get into the room again, Prince in tow.

"Oh, Hello," the Prince said and suddenly, Chris realized they knew each other and he hadn't brought anyone new. Well, if the mass was happy at least?

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PASS!

Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - friend time, ******** had, in truth, not been planning to stop and ask the actual living blob for advice. With it being so far away from the action, it was difficult to believe that ir had anything in the realm of useful information, and she really felt like it was about time that she checked up on her date. But the blob's servants were tricksy little things, and after a minute of trying to bob and weave around them only to return to the whining, Lily gave up on trying to slip away and put her mind to finding someone else to foist them off on.

"Well ******** your seatbelts, it's friendship time," she said dryly to herself, scanning the masks for someone who looked cordial and at least a little slow. What she found was some scaled visitor, glistening in red shades that matched her dress and flicking a forked tongue in the air at her in vague interest, eyes hiding under a black mask. Even obscured, though, Lily found herself entranced by the shape of the figure's cheekbones, especially how they...literally became blades at the apple of each cheek. Well. Better be careful with this one.

"So if looks could kill, you'd be, like...a murder-Olympian," Lily opened, trying her best to be smooth. She didn't feel particularly nervous until she glanced at the figure's arms and discovered that they, too, were covered in razor-like scales. She shuffled awkwardly in her dress, the glass-sequin upper half clinking in time.

The red-headed stranger flicked their tongue again, which Lily wasn't sure how to interpret. She didn't have much time to, however, as she felt her space invaded by a stocky masked servant shoving a series of papers towards her. "The decadence of this event is just another show of power from the upper class!" the voice under the appropriately-shaped parrot mask squawked, ruffling their paper-filled hand. "But we will not stand for this, we will rise instead to the occasion of overpowering the royalty and being the true rulers as the proletariat--"

A hiss echoed from behind them, and both Lily and the squawking guest peered with cautious eyes to the redhead, whose scalpel scales had begun to rattle in irritation. The parrot mask peeped and then scurried out of the way, their entrance marked by a flurry of pamphlets that drifted slowly to the floor. Lily stared in blank concern as the redhead drew closer, still rattling, until the puffiness of their scales all-at-once deflated and they let out a hiss of a laugh.

"Tell me, what is Olympian," they rasped in a voice that sounded like wind over sand, dryly bemused.

"It's, uhh," Lily fumbled, trying to collect herself. "Lemme explain on the way over to friendsville, I'm supposed to be some kind of buddy wrangler." She would have reached for an arm to lead the way, but stopped herself short of a handful of razorblades, instead inclining her head back towards the corner of ooze.

When the redhead caught sight of the strange blob, they let out a curious hiss that seemed to peel out from between each of their scales. "Oh, that one." they responded with something that might have been a chuckle, moving past Lily towards more familiar company. The fisher blinked in confusion, a bit affronted at having been so quickly stood up, but from the way the two began to chat back and forth it began to feel like she had hit the friend jackpot, which had the added bonus of freeing her from entertaining the blob.

After a long night of botching errands on the first try, it felt nice to win, just this once.


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pass!

Chester Poole: 25/25; meeting pirates

He had been trying to make it back to the front hall when he took a left and first laid eyes on the creature. In spite of his nerdhood, Chester had only seen Star Wars once, but he was immediately reminded of both Jabba the Hutt and that talking heap of trash from Fraggle Rock. He simultaneously wanted to help it and get as far away from it as possible.

He left the thing's presence with a purposeful nod and made it about thirty feet down the hall before he was broadsided by a small, curvaceous woman shouting obscenities. If he had been forced to guess, he would have said she was a pirate.

"WHERE'S THE ******** CHICKEN?"
He got the idea she was human too, but that didn't stop him from directing her toward the blobulous mass rather than the buffet.

"I think it's down there," he said, clearing his throat and looking away as he pointed.

"HE'S HIRING, YOU KNOW. YOU WANNA HEAR MY ELEVATOR PITCH, MATE?"

Maybe not human then, if she was looking for a giant chicken with job openings. "No, um, that's okay. Good luck?" And then he was gone, speedwalking down the hall in the opposite direction of the masked mass. He had a feeling it wouldn't be impressed.

The Mass seemed to undulate with a bit of laughter as it pulled out of conversation with the pirate. Thankfully it seemed uncaring of the state or dress or hair color, merely excited to hear the story of they'd gotten here and happy to have made a new friend.

"I'll remember your kindness in this cruel place-" The Mass may be slightly overdramatic, or perhaps exactly the correct amount of dramatic, "My advice is simple, gather your friends. Share what you've learned. You're running out of time."

Isobel Penrose || 25/25 HP || failing at this favor

The elemental had seemed like a good choice, right up until its wife had shown up, screeched loudly and making a scene about it sneaking off with 'tasty young humans'. She'd watched in two minutes of terrified silence as the row continued, not being in possession of the greatest survival instinct, before it occurred to her that she should probably sneak off before the attention switched to her.