Event The Fall Ball (Costume Party) Closed

Interactions:
@Robert Toukmond | @Quinn Smith
Mentions:
@Solomon Lear | Everyone in the adventurous group
-Open to interactions-
Actions:
Waiting for Robert's input on the adventure, mentally struggling with her wand

Moderation:

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Stats:
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 7
Abilities:
Perfectionist

"If you say so," Callista returned. She didn't really mind that Robert had declined her offer. Seeing as both Robert and Quinn had gone after the headmaster, Callista didn't really see a choice. She followed behind them.

Robert, the Ravenclaw first-year that she had exchanged owls with for quite some time but recently fell out of touch with, and Quinn, a new also first-year Ravenclaw acquaintance that Callista had just met tonight. Tonight will be an interesting night, she mused. Seeing Robert pick up a chocolate frog, Callista started paying more attention to the hopping chocolates.

Sadly, they did not come with the collectable cards, and Callista was not keen to eat something that had previously been playing lively on the floor. Robert, however, did not seem to have these concerns."生きているチョコレートカエル," Live chocolate frogs Callista murmured in Japanese. She sidestepped all the frogs.

However, before reaching the headmaster, a cat entered the room. And not just any cat, but a translucent, ghost cat. Normally, something that small would have gone unnoticed through the crowd, but it was the small group of students following it and the vague whispers that caught everyone's attention.

From what Callista managed to catch, it seemed that the students were confused and curious, and the babble seemed to mostly be made of questions. She noticed that a couple of people were joining the group, so she turned to Robert and asked, "Are you going to join them?"

It seemed that she was not, in fact, going to head to the masquerade. Callista slipped her hand into an inside pocket of her white cardigan. It had been sewn by her mother for this exact purpose. She didn't feel very comfortable with her wand, but they worked together and collaborated to make spells work.

Its core was ambiguous, and Callista was surprised at the strength of it, although thankfully she has surprisingly strong willpower. It was usable, but Callista was cautious with it. "Don't do anything reckless," she murmured to her wand. She got a few weird looks from some people nearby, but most of them ignored her.

Callista wanted to hear Robert's input before rushing off to an adventure, especially with her temperamental wand. Seriously, why did Callista get this wand? Hopefully, the potion would have worn off by now. Callista waited patiently as her wand buzzed in her concealed pocket.

Outfit:

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Soft ringlets

Elegant silver masquerade mask

White Cardigan

Simple silver Circlet

Silver leaves bracelet

Soft blush pink flats

Post Tracker:
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Dan grabs Andy, takes the mask, and leaves for The Hunt with him.
@Andrew Vance

Action: Throwing a chocolate frog at Pericles.

All was well. Chocolate, the decorations, the music playing in the background which of course he still couldn't figure out, the ghost cat.... wait a minute, ghost cat?

"Dè fo shealbh?"

Logan had seen a lot of weird things when he got to Hogwarts. But this was really weird. As he looked at it, he almost fell backwards and choked on the chocolate that was still in his mouth.
He got motioned by one to come over to her table. He came but his eyes never left the feline. As he sat down by her, he said, well, he kinda said utter gibberish. He scowled at the chocolate that must have done this to him and then he tossed it over his shoulder.
Here's the problem: How the heck is someone supposed to talk with his mouth obeying him?.... Got it! Sign language.
He just pointed to the cat, then gave Alina a thumbs up. He didn't know cats could be ghosts. He thought only people could do that. He got the feeling that this wasn't the weirdest things he would see at Hogwarts.
"I'm have to find out what the heck this is." he thought. He saw a bunch of students going out to do the same so he popped his mask back on and ran out the door

Scottish Gaelic Translation:
Dè fo shealbh: What the hell?

Action: Randomly throwing a chocoball, and leaving for The Hunt thread
Interacting with: @Alina Rosier

"Oi, ye wanna check it out?"

Interacting with: @Ruka Burnett-Tân, @Jo Morgan, @Pericles Dralt, & @Jake Morrison but open to more~
Action(s):
- Floating a few inches off the ground while eating Fizzing Whizzbees
- Placing the Tall Top Hat on Ruka's head for safekeeping
- Silently scheming something he's fairly certain Ruka pick up on

Though Pericles may not have known of the more recent Tinker Bell movies that Disney had made, little did he also seem to know that the role of Tinker Bell as a tinker from Disney's 'Disney Fairy' franchise was actually based off of the original story. Perhaps Pericles had not read the official published Peter Pan book or else did not remember, but the author, Sir J.M. Barrie himself, had described the pixie as 'a fairy who mended pots and kettles; an actual tinker of the fairy folk'. It was this Jack had been referencing, but regardless, he didn't seem to mind when it wasn't responded to. He was very much used to his references, teasings, and jokes flying over people's heads by now; even Ravenclaws'.

It was what was said that began to rankle him a bit.

"I apologize if I made you feel threatened," the falcon-headed prefect told Jack who raised a brow at him. The Slytherin did not understand the Ravenclaw's implication immediately. "I wanted to pay the costume a compliment, and my intentions were pure. Please enjoy the remainder of the Ball."

It seemed that neither Peri's nor Jack's ways of thinking were all that compatible with the other, so much was likely lost in communication between them. The green-clad boy frowned slightly, staring at the prefect with a quizzical look. Eventually, he came to understand that by 'threatened', Pericles had been referring to Ruka, which Jack would have found laughable if the implication hadn't also hurt his pride.

"'Threatened'? By what, your compliment of Ruka?" Smirking, he shook his head at his feet. "We're here as bothers, not dates. My family adopted him. Didn't you know?" He chuckled then. "I've no doubt your intentions were pure. They always seem to be." So much so that you don't seem to recognize when others' aren't - even when they're deliberately trying to hint it to you.

In fact, the whole reason Jack had made a reference to Pericles having a date and being popular last ball wasn't to ward him off, but to goad him on. He had hoped that the prefect might have been able to link his comment with the false letters that had been sent on his and Breana Oliveire's behalf to each other as invitations to the Blossom Ball; that or at least raise some suspicion toward Jack. Even if he hadn't been the perpetrator, exactly (though he had been), he could have known something about it, right?

Well, perhaps Pericles was beyond caring about that little prank played the previous year. Even when it hadn't been so long ago, maybe the upright Ravenclaw prefect hadn't ever really cared at all. Jack had only gotten a response from Bre, not Peri, so maybe she had been the only one to want to find out the perpetrator. For, if Bre knew, surely she would have told Peri, right...? At the very least, to confirm her suspicions that the letter hadn't really been from him, if not to let him know someone had been trying to impersonate him by owl.

If Peri didn't care or didn't notice that Jack had been alluding to past transgressions of his own, though, there was nothing to be done about it. A shame, really. He had thought that Ravenclaws were more interested in people and their surroundings than that; more about the world around them, such as how things worked and why they were what they were. For Pericles part, though, there were no questions asked; not like the inquisitive Jake Morris whose curious nature Jack had found himself warmed to immediately. Whether due to indifference or having more pressing matters on his mind, Peri didn't seem interested in engaging with Jack any further.

The redhead continued to watch him for a bit. Perhaps Ravenclaws already thought they knew it all and that was why they didn't ask questions like Jake did. But wasn't asking questions a sign of intelligence...? So much for the eagles' thirst for knowledge.

The reason why Jack had constantly worked to prod, poke at, and pester a boy he respected was because that was how he learned about people. It wasn't a conventional tactic to be sure, but the Welsh boy hadn't ever really been fond of the conventional. Annoying people and testing their limits told him so much about others. It was also how he showed his interest and sated his deep desire to connect to people; much like a boy would be said to constantly tug on the pigtails of a girl he was interested in and wanted the attention of. When it came to trying to garner notice, negative attention generally tended to be easier and faster to attract than the positive sort.

However, if Pericles was not going to rise to the bait or if he was simply too disinterested to investigate why Jack acted so obnoxiously toward him, perhaps the boy was merely too used to taking things at face-value like everyone else. Well, that was fine with Jack, as there were plenty of other, more interesting people he could use his indirect techniques to learn about. Hopefully they would be less boring, sensible, and...grown-up than Pericles. A child, after all, wouldn't have thought that someone might have joked about dates because they felt threatened that someone was encroaching on their own. That assumption may not exactly have been face-value, but nor had it been correct.

After all, when had Peter Pan ever felt threatened that someone would have taken Tinker Bell away from him? In all versions Jack had known, it had always been the other way around. Well, no matter.

Staring at the tall top hat in his hands - courtesy of the wizard cracker - Jack was reminded of a certain dream demon from a cartoon he knew and a broad smile came to his face.

"What's the point of a party if you can't even eat the food?" Jo was asking, causing Jack to look up again to sneer at her. She had pushed off against the ground to float toward him and he laughed, amused at her attempt. She seemed to be taking everything quite well considering all the effects of the things she had consumed. Perhaps - if her question was anything to go by - it was because she enjoyed consuming them regardless. Jack knew the question had been meant to be rhetorical but, as was so often the case with him, he couldn't help responding anyway.

"What's the point? For pulling pranks on people, of course," he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, gesturing around at all the poor victims of the magic effects. "This is a Halloween party, isn't it? Why only settle for a trick or a treat when you can have both in one go?" It had been quite ingenious, really. Jack wondered if Pericles had thought it up.

Just when he had thought Jo had been engaged in conversation with someone else after they'd complimented her, he found her whirling on him again. This time, though, it was in defense of Jake, causing Jack to chuckle again.

"One?!" He repeated, as if it were the funniest notion he'd ever heard. "Oh, please. There can never just be one. But that aside, I'm paying him a compliment. How does that make him my victim?" The more he thought about it, though, the more the gears began to turn in his head, causing a new idea to form.

Almost immediately, though, Jo was on him again - about something different this time. This was shortly after she had emitted a sharp cry of disgust, drawing his gaze. She slapped at her leg and did a funny little dance, though of course Jack could not see the cause as the Chocolate Frog under her large ballroom gown until the Gryffindor retrieved it. The Slytherin promptly snorted and doubled over, shoulders shaking as he clutched his stomach in body-racking silent laughter. By the time he was able to recover enough to look up, she was chastising the remains of the frog she had condemned to death by warm tea.

"...At least...my victims...have a chance to defend themselves, you brute," he managed to tell her through the last of his gasping laughter fits.

As he already had his own hat, Jack placed the tall top hat from the wizard cracker on Ruka's temporarily blonde head for the time being so he didn't have to just carry it with him. One never knew when they would need their hands to be free, especially at a Hogwarts party like this.

<I wasn't aware you were so eager to embarrass yourself in front of the rest of the school that isn't here. You really are a glutton for punishment, aren't you?> the response sounded in Ruka's head and his head alone. When the broom prodded playfully at his ribs, he put an acknowledging hand on the handle end, but didn't look away from Jake as he spoke to him.

When Ruka had to comment on the declaration Jack had made, however, 'Peter' gave the costumed pixie a cheeky grin. "It's not like there are designated things for them to wear. Sure, most wear animal skins, but who's to say one of them didn't take a fancy to frogs in particular and decide to make an outfit out of a great many of them?" He waved a hand flippantly while watching Ruka sprinkle some of his fabled pixie dust onto Jake. "Besides, what does it really matter what they wear? Lost boys are lost boys because they're lost; not because of their clothing."

Jack had actually said this in reference to the fact that neither of Jake's usual companions - Geroge and Jackson Warren - were paying attention to their fellow Hufflepuff. At the moment, Jake truly did seem like he was at a loss. Wasn't that what made lost boys lost, though? Abandonment?

At least until Peter Pan and Tinker Bell scooped them up to whisk them away for adventures and fun elsewhere. A wicked gleam shone in Jack's eyes.

"Yes..." he agreed with Ruka softly, as if more to himself than Jake. "...make you fly..." The gears started to turn faster.

He heard Ruka's comment about pumpkin guts and followed the other boy's gaze to the food fight. His mischievous grin broadened.

When Jake first said, 'Hi, Jack', Jack hadn't flinched because he'd thought the Hufflepuff had been referring to his good friend Jack Warren. When he realized the smaller boy's eyes were on him, however, he pursed his lips while planting his hands over his chest.

"That's Peter Pan to you," he answered with feigned haughtiness before grinning again and winking to let Jake know he was just messing around. Jake didn't need to know how uncomfortable it made Jack for the Hufflepuff to call him by his first name. They weren't friends, after all; not like Jackson Warren and Jake supposedly were. And anyway, it would be less confusing for everyone if he simply referred to the Slytherin as something else than his intimate first name.

Jake tried to defend Jack from Jo's reproach, causing Jack to get a weirdly warm, fuzzy feeling at his core that made him uneasy. Nevertheless, he beamed at Jake and ruffled his hair, pleased his peer had considerately refrained from constraining their relationship with a single, particular, condemning word.

"Pretty sure it doesn't matter to her whether or not we know each other," he leaned down to whisper to Jake, a conspiratorial hand held next to his mouth to block others from reading his lips, though it was mostly meant for show. "In fact...sometimes, the better I know you, the more I'm likely to torment you."

He laughed again as he pulled away, wanting to assure the other second year that he didn't really mean it; not maliciously. If he tormented people he knew best, it was only because he felt comfortable knowing they wouldn't take offense from it. The Welsh boy watched Ruka and Jake interact, charmed by the latter's reaction to his fairy companion and the delight of thinking he might be able to fly. Pleased they had brought much-needed laughter to the cautious, worried little badger, Jack made his decision. They would make Jake their Lost Boy.

Well, at least just for this one night. He was likely to be claimed sooner or later, but with Jackson entertaining his date, Willow, and George nowhere Jack had seen, that probably wouldn't be for a while.

As if to indirectly encourage Jack to get on with his plan, Jake was telling the Burnett brothers he didn't think he could fly (after adorably attempting a small hop into the air) because he didn't think he had a lot of happy thoughts that day. He motioned to Ruka and told him something out of Jack's earshot, but the Slytherin didn't mind. He was still trying to work out if and how they would be able to pull off what he hoped to do.

The broom he'd given Ruka, after all, was not one that he himself had been all that familiar with. He'd just known it as the same model Erin Ryan had, and she was a Quidditch player. Not to mention he'd seen her carry Oliver Hart on it along with herself, so it stood to reason it was probably a good choice for the sort of things Ruka and he would have in mind.

"Alright, Tink!" Jack spoke up once Jake was looking at them both again, his breathing heavy. "If this boy has no happy thoughts of his own, we'll just have to help him along until he finds some. Won't we?"

Sneering at Ruka, Jack was pretty sure they didn't need telepathy for the Gryffindor to catch his drift. It was one of the nice things about being so close to his brother even if they weren't, absurdly, related by blood.

Everyone who knew Peter Pan knew that, with his trusted pixie, Tinker Bell, he had a penchant for kidnapping abandoned children and spiriting them away to have fun. Who was Jack to do differently?

Interacting with
@Jack Burnett @Jake Morris
Mentioning
Nobody in Particular
Closed to Interaction

While his brother seemed busy engaging other people in the most taunting ways he could probably think of, Ruka decided to mostly keep away, not out of reluctance to be approaching anybody but more so to be able to step in should Jack be taking any of his teasing far enough for someone to retaliate physically or with spell casting. It was much easier to protect someone if you were not actively involved in whatever trouble they were getting themselves into. So, instead of interacting with anybody, Ruka adjusted the ridiculously tall top hat Jack had placed on his blonde hair and hovered on the broom, close by, until his brother turned his attention on someone the Gryffindor also felt inclined to talk to.

The words echoing in his head made Ruka snort ungracefully, the top hat wobbling a little dangerously as he straightened his position again.

I just think it’d be a shame for some people to not get to see me in sparkly tights. Who am I to deny them the sight?

The thought would cross through Jack’s mind dripping with amusement and a small bit of sarcasm that was more playful than anything else. If one person saw him then practically the whole school did anyway; Absolutely everything spread like wildfire in Hogwarts.

With a small smile, Ruka watched from the corner of his eye as Jack placed a hand on the broom shaft, and he nodded to himself as if content with his brother having acknowledged the broom, before he turned his attention on the small Hufflepuff in front of them.

Approaching Jake was not something Ruka thought was going to earn him a bout of laughter, but the second the young Hufflepuff laid eyes on him the air was filled with the joyous sound. For a second Ruka had it in him to flush with something like embarrassment before he managed to shake it off in favour of beaming at Jake as if he had just given him the highest compliment. Making other people laugh had always been something that Ruka enjoyed, so if just looking at him made someone laugh that much, wasn't it a good thing?

At least that was how he was going to look at it for the remainder of the night.

Only humming quietly in response to Jack’s words and watching the short interaction between him and the brunette girl from earlier, Ruka decided not to let himself be distracted from Jake too much. The Hufflepuff did seem lost, like a kid having been separated from their mother at a mall, so Ruka thought it would be good for him to have someone’s constant attention on him for at least a little while.

Watching as Jake attempted flight by hopping on the spot for a moment, Ruka chuckled in delight before his expression fell when he noticed that there was something bothering the little badger. Enough so that he motioned Ruka to come closer, and the Gryffindor obliged, steering his broom close enough for Jake to be able to whisper close to his ear.

Features softening at the smaller boy's admission, Ruka reached up to ruffle the top of Jake's frog costume, and he smiled encouragingly, casting a quick glance at Jack before refocusing on the badger again. "You're very brave," he told Jake gently, hand still carefully resting on the top of his head. "Being here even though you think something bad is going to happen." Slowly Ruka slid himself off the invisible broom, making sure it stayed in place so he would find it again once he was ready to get back up in the air. Despite having grown a bit over the summer, Ruka still wasn't much taller than Jake, and he thought that maybe that realisation would be comforting to the other boy.

Looking back at Jack when he spoke up, Ruka raised his eyebrows in his direction. He was quite sure he knew what his brother was thinking, could see it in his eyes; hazel orbs mirroring all his ridiculous impulses. Sometimes Ruka thought if he wanted to he could pluck all of them out like the pages of a book, could read Jack as if he’d already been told the story he would find in a different lifetime. There was no need to confirm the idea that had been forming in Jack’s head via telepathy, not when Ruka could see vivid flashes of what he was thinking about in his own mind.

Still, a part of him doubted that Jake was going to just let himself be dragged off by them willingly, without any warning, so Ruka offered his brother a subtle nod and a warm smile before turning his attention back on their Lost Boy.

"It's alright to be scared, you know?" he continued, the smile still tugging at his lips. "It keeps you alert. There'll be no stinky pirates sneaking up on you because you'll be smelling them from miles away." He playfully poked his fingers against Jake's ribs in an attempted tickle, then pulled them away again in case the gesture was in any way unwanted. "Wanna know what happens when you're scared?" he asked, eyes bright and voice playful as he leaned closer to keep talking as if he was telling Jake a big secret. "It gets so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, keeps your adrenaline up too. It fills you with so much energy you could run faster and jump higher than ever. You're a Superhero, Jake, and Fear is your power. Makes you fast and strong and smart. So don't let it weigh down on you." Gently moving his hand to take Jake's into his own, Ruka led the boy towards where the broom was still hovering midair, and as he hopped onto it himself, he carefully pulled the little frog up with him, settling him safely on the invisible broom shaft. "Use it."

With that he lifted Jake and himself off the ground, a brilliant smile lighting up his own face.

Staying on the broom with Jake seated in front of him, Ruka cast another look at Jack, tilting his head in the direction of the exit. As much as there was probably still left to explore at the Costume Party, he had wanted to check out the Masquerade as well.

"Tell you what," he said to Jake, still smiling brightly. “We can all take a spin around to make sure everything is going well, yeah? Peter here and I are excellent at fighting off danger." With a nod of affirmation, he nudged his elbow against Jack's arm teasingly. "You'll join us on the hunt for Pirates, won’t you, Peter?" he asked his brother with a playful wink before slowly steering his way towards the exit to give Jack the chance to hop on as well if he wanted to and was bored of just floating a few inches off the ground next to them the whole time.

Whether Jack was going to take advantage of the ride he was offered, or Jake was going to jump off before they could get to the exit, Ruka thought it was about time to see what else was going on in the Ballroom.

|Action|
- Hovering on an invisible broom
- Accepting Jack’s Tall Top Hat
- Reassuring Jake and attempting to kidnap him Permission sort of given… Sorry Jake =P
- Looking stunning in a dress with wings and sparkly tights
- Leaving for the Masquerade

Stats
~ Stamina: 7 ~ Evasion: 9 ~ Strength: 4 ~ Wisdom: 12 ~ Arcane Power: 6 ~ Accuracy: 7 ~

Abilities
~ Muggle Condiotion ~ Advanced Casting ~ Perfectionist ~

Moderation Post

As some Tricky Treat effects fizzled out, others crackled to life. Fresh on the list of daring dabblers was Lea Hirsch, who took a chance with cauldron cake. The Wizard Cracker she snapped open rewarded her with a set of socks, cheery yellow with brewing cauldrons all over. If one watched the print carefully, they may notice them bubble in enchanted animation. But before Lea had much time to examine her surprise, she would succumb to a terrible fit of laughter, the Tricky Treat influencing her with its Laugh-Inducing Potion.

A cool breeze stirred partygoers from the lighthearted atmosphere. Students walked in the wake of a phantasmal feline, the buzz of chatter drifting with them. The pursuers whispered of a happening, of doom and tragedy. Then they passed on, leaving the costume party as the (more or less) tame affair it was meant to be, hinting at the implication of excitement elsewhere.

-This is a moderated event, please do not roll for yourself!

-If transitioning to The Hunt, hurry to it before the 9th.

-Your character can pick up the Chocolate Frogs which Remi and Sylvain set loose

-If your character tries a tricky treat, please note it as an action. I will be rolling to let you know how it effects them next mod post. The same goes for wizard crackers, which give gifts (one time- opening additional crackers will yield only candy).

-Tricky Treats contain small amounts of potion and will last for 3 moderation rounds (except Manegro) unless removed. You can move to the Hunt or Masquerade with these effects if you're into that sort of thing, or feel free to say "Pericles' third-year helper" (NPC) cast Reparifors on them to have it removed (just tag me).

-The Ballroom Masquerade and the Rehearsal Room Costume Party (you are here) are on the fourth floor of Hogwarts, so going between the two doesn't take much time, but if leaving/arriving mention it as an action.

-Mod posts are returning to the once per week pace. The next will come on the 12^th. Too fast? Owl me feedback!

| @Lea Hirsch |

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Opened Crackers
Jack Burnett (2- Top Hat [silly]), Andrew Vance (6- Feathered Tricorn [light]), Evelynn Decipio (7-Jack-O'-Lantern Ring [cute]), Solomon Lear (8- Jack-O'-Lantern Ring [creepy]), Norina Evans (9- Bat Ring [cute]) Jo Morgan (11- Ring [cute]), Dan Palmer (13- Socks [skulls]), Lea Hirsch (17- Socks [cauldrons])


Babbling Beverage
Andrew Lycan (Rose Moon) (2 rounds)
Aemdall Zarcovich (2 rounds)

Hair-Raising Potion
Norina Evans (1 more round)

Pompion Potion
Norina Evans (1 more round)

Laughing Potion
Jess Malters (2 rounds)
Lea Hirsch (3 rounds)

Manegro Potion
Sylvain Indarys, Andrew Vance, Solomon Lear, Valentin Schnell (Aida), Jo Morgan, Akari Kato

Quinn has always been plain like the colour brown--if you were to close your eyes and imagine them maybe you too would see that soft sepia brown. When you're wind-coloured like feathers and dust, it'll not be the first time you go unnoticed, but heart is still a terrible thing for an eleven-year-old to lose.

But at least it's lost graciously. Drawn inward with a confused and girlish flutter, Quinn's owlish face rests on bewildered laurels, their Disney doe-eyes left wide and blank. The expression echoes in a searching look shared with both Callista and Robert.

They’re all too young to be this solemn and concerned at a party, though thankfully it’s soon lost in the equally odd encore; a sight at which, Quinn's bewilderment can only blink, jaw inclining inquisitively as the Headmaster scoops up a chocolate frog and batter-up’s with some serious Henry Chadwick intent.

There are proverbial fireworks all over this room--starburst ball-to-the-bat moments of food fights, chocolate frogs, even a lucent cat gliding contently through the room followed closely by a gaggle of students, but Quinn glides quietly as a water insect: careful not to cause any ripples as they leave the peculiar Headmaster to his peculiar devices.

Are all adults like this? They wondered. From their Chocolate Frog card, Lear had struck the student as a leonine and proud figure; one built on wisdom, one who paved his way with personal arete and crowned himself with gold filament like a Centurion--or perhaps even an Emperor.

They, uh, feel a bit silly now; a feeling they share with a dismissive, if not politely bemused, shake of their head and the feigned suggestion of a smile. 'Oh, I don't think that wasn't very nice at all,' they confide in their new friends cautiously. 'Peri's back is turned and he's wearing white...'

"Are you going to join them?"

Being a third-wheel didn't seem all that enticing an invitation--and if you asked them, it seemed a bad idea to leave the party without a few people behind. What if the danger came here next? The die is cast, the clock chimes and Quinn's reticle falls on it's fated setting: overthinking things.

'They're talking about the danger in the castle, but if we all follow, won't that leave the parties helpless?'

Interacting with (Open to interactions) @Pericles Dralt @Callista Lovis @Robert Toukmond Mentioning @Solomon Lear ___________________

Actions Hoping Peri has persil _____________________________