[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1, The Evening Of The Food Fight
[b]Location:[/b] Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[b]Interactions:[/b] Ezio Auditore [@Loki Odinson] & Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn][/center]

 From his, or her, sort of hiding place behind the vacant chair Ezio had left behind, Quina took a moment to watch the fight unfold - people were breaking out all manner of weird weapons and strange abilities to fight. The newest entrant and the It was turning into quite the spectacle and, feeling perhaps a little more confident that he (or she?) wouldn't be much of a target, Quina edged around the chair, trying to gather up more food from the nearby table top. After all, it couldn't hurt to get a few more projectiles at the ready, and maybe an extra snack. With eyes firmly fixed now on a particularly tasty looking platter in the middle of the table, just out of arm's reach, Quina began to clamber up on to the tabl-

 "[color=f49ac2][b][I]I'm hit!?[/i][/b][/color]"

 Half way through the process of clambering up on to the table, Quina noticed the slice of cake thrown by Edward Buck was stuck to the right hand side of her (or his?) overcoat. Quina let out a little giggle and was barely able to contain the smile spreading over his (or, well, her) face as the Qu dramatically span around on the spot, one arm covering her (or his) face, before collapsing to the floor. Okay, collapsing might be a bit of a stretch, it was more like sitting down on the stone floor of the hall.

 "[color=f49ac2]I merely! Sought... lasting peace! Between two kingdoms![/color]"

 Acting was not clearly not Quina's strong suit, but Quina gave it his/her best, quoting some line from some half-remembered play or other as the Qu clutched the cake to her/his side. Freshly whipped cream and strawberry jam leaked between the fingers of Quina's gloves and, with hands trembling, Quina brought the cake-covered hands up to in front of his (or her) eyes. With a just-about-suppressed giggle and an overly dramatic noise that was, presumably, supposed to sound like a death rattle,  Quina finally flopped backwards.

 "[color=f49ac2]Am dead. Avenge me, Ezio Friend. Traitor is..[/color]" Quina paused for dramatic effect, as well as to lick some of the cake off his/her gloves, "[color=f49ac2]...Silver Armour Man![/color]" ([@Aether Spawn]) Quina let out another sort-of-death-rattle-but-maybe-it-was-just-the-sound-of-a-throat-being-cleared, just to make sure.

 Now laying on the floor, half underneath the table, Quina finished eating up the slice of cake and stared blankly up at the underside of the table that now served as something of a shelter. At least for his, or her, upper half. As s/he ate, another thought began to press in on her/his mind - [i]what if Ezio thought that Quina was[/i] really [i]dead?[/i] Quina's acting was perfect, at least in Quina's own mind, no doubt an equal to any other actor Quina had ever encountered. Was the performance [i]too[/i] believable? Quina had a responsibility to make sure that his, or her, magnificent acting skills did not cause any harm. There was a code or something, right? 

 "[color=f49ac2]Friend Ezio! Not worry. Quina not [i]really[/i] dead,[/color]" came a quiet voice from underneath the table, "[color=f49ac2]is just pretend. Acting![/color]"