[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OEh1rTU.png[/img][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: Evening
Location: Masquerade Ball: Damien Estate
Interactions: Charlotte [@Princess], Fritz [@JJ Doe], Mr.V (aka some rando Leo didn't really notice was there) [@samreaper] 
Daily Misfortune: An annoyingly high-pitched voice and random fits of laughter.
Predictable Costume: [url=https://i.imgur.com/tLePxA5.jpg]Leo the Lion[/url][/color][/center]
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[color=CBCBCB]Leo checked the time on his pocket watch, he’d wait a bit, long enough for Charlotte to talk to Hendrix about whatever it was, and then join them. He too had things to discuss and now was the perfect opportunity. In the meantime he meandered about the ballroom, occasionally lifting the lion mask to sip from the flute of champagne. He made a game of studying the costumes and trying to guess who was behind each mask. A man in a weasel mask slipped by him, dangerously close to bumping into him. [color=9AF781][i]What sort of man would want to be associated with an elongated rat?[/i][/color] Certainly not a man of high caliber that was for sure. 

His hand reached for the watch only to find it gone. He checked again. Had he dropped it? He looked around, retraced his path through the ballroom eyes scanning the floor. Nothing. Had he lost it? He frantically checked his pockets. 

How had he lost track of something that important? His dad’s watch. His grandfather’s watch. A watch that had changed hands for multiple generations only to be lost by him. 

Leo made his way to a table covered in food. He left the empty champagne flute there, emptied every pocket, and still no watch. He noticed a handful of other guests had seemingly lost something too, a thief loose in the ballroom. Of course, that made more sense. A brief wave of relief at having not been entirely responsible for the loss was canceled out by the fact that his watch was still missing. 

As Leo watched the crowd momentarily, he spotted Charlotte waving him over. Perfect, who better to help him solve this crime than their freshly formed detective club! Calbert and his staff couldn’t be trusted; not only had they already proven themselves incapable of guarding the count’s home but they’d also allowed the thief inside. He grabbed the rest of his things off the table, placing them back into the correct pocket until he was left with a bracelet that wasn’t his. Leo grabbed the bracelet and headed over to where Charlotte and Fritz where and placed the item between the two. 

[color=B8FC03]“There is a thief wandering the ballroom, they have stolen my watch and left that in my pocket. We must solve this crime immediatly.”[/color] He didn’t bother sitting down nor did he waste time with formal greetings or an exchange of pleasantries. His thoughts now were only of his missing watch. [/color]