Octavia simply watched as events in the club unfolded. There seemed to be an entire underworld associated with the club, rife with threats, blackmail, and probably seduction. Octavia didn't exactly have an eye for seducers, but it seemed like the sort of place in which those things would happen. And it was only the first day.

Well, at least she was somewhat assured that things here wouldn't be boring. Boring was the last thing that Octavia wanted, and already they had decided on a costumed ghost hunt. If that didn't kill her profound ennui, then nothing would. As a matter of fact, being hit with a stapler was almost refreshing in a way. Octavia touched her forehead, and let the throbbing pain shoot through her skull as Charles returned and lobbed an ice pack at her. She caught it this time.

"You know, I do not bite," Octavia scolded Charles, "you may safely [i]hand me things[/i] rather than lobbing them at my face."

She winced as she applied the ice, and hissed in pain as she got acclimated to the temperature drop.

"Anyways, I think that going in costume sounds like an absolutely lovely idea. I think I shall have to pick something out, but it should not be too much of a problem."

She was glad that the president agreed to the costume aspect. Octavia still liked dressing up, whether it was in a pretty dress or a costume. She was afraid, however, that it would seem childish if no one else had agreed to it. This way, it was mandatory and Octavia could safely voice her pleasure.

She was also hesitant to voice her pleasure at the introduction of brownies to the party. On one hand, she loved sweets. On the other, she didn't want anybody to think her a glutton. With that in mind, she surreptitiously shuffled towards Mitsuko and the brownies and waited for others to take a few first. Then, she would roll her eyes and have one herself if 'everyone else was going to'. It was the perfect plan.