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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Lunar Ballroom
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	As Maestro walked away from her without providing her an answer, she shrugged dejectedly. The room was currently exploding around her, and she could understand why. She didn't want to be stuck here for weeks. She had her own obligations, and couldn't imagine her absence would be met with understanding. She didn't have anyway to get out of here safely though, not in this kind of weather. Exhaling, she tried to get herself to accept the futility of the situation, but it still frustrated her. Not following after Maestro, she sat in her chair, visibly upset, though she was working on containing that.

	Soon, a more immediately worrisome  event started to unfold, as people began removing their masks. She shook her head at this, keeping the piece of headgear firmly on her face. She knew that now was not a time for impulsive behavior, even if they were no longer in need of these masks, she'd keep it on until somebody of authority told her to remove it. It just wasn't her way to make this kind of choice on her own, and her instincts told her to keep it on in the first place. For now, she stayed seated, rather afraid of the angry man in the room who started this whole mask removal business.