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[img]https://i.ibb.co/sPhkRcz/amy-snack-edit.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=BA68A6]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Ballroom --> Labs
[b][color=BA68A6]Skills:[/color][/b] Void reach[hr][/center]

She was a street junkie with no fancy pants clothing to speak of.  If they wanted her to show up in leathers, she would be all for it.  Have multiples to choose from in fact.  She had short shorts and tank tops.  But a dress-up dress was not among her few possessions.  She would think about that last.  She set about pinning her hair up into a mohawk, laying flat against her head with the dark curls fluffed and allowed to hang down her back.  Simple earrings and a necklace of cubic zirconia was enough adornment.  Once satisfied that her make up was done properly she reached her arm into the void and produced a pants suit.  The pants were high-waisted and black with belted adornments on them.  The top was low cut and white, practically see through but she didn't mind.  The looked was completed with an old black vest she owned.  Bobi didn't have any heels so she wore the only pair of shoes she owned - her favorite scuffed combats.  Satisfied she looked presentable, she made her way down to join the others for the party.

Bobbi did what she did best, converse with people.  She happily chatted up a few different high and wealthies, flirted too.  But she was soon brushed off.  She was just the help after all.  She considered doing as Gambit had suggested earlier and lifted some wallets. However, she would have eyes upon her and she didn't particularly feel like getting in trouble.  Even if they were rich assholes.

She yawned and stretched as Rossi's voice came through her comm.  Yes!  Finally.  A little excitement!  With a feral grin, she said, [color=BA68A6]"I'm not too far away from the labs, I'll head there."[/color]  Not as fast as Watts she still was pretty spritely and made her way through the halls to R&D.

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[img]https://i.ibb.co/N7Zvbj3/hrithik-roshan-photoshoot-for-filmfare-magazine-january-2017-1.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=88AC85]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Ballroom
[b][color=88AC85]Skills: none[/color][/b] None[hr][/center]

A man wasn't a man without a suit.  He went for a fin, three-piece tux and pomaded his hair back from his face.  He wore minimal jewelry but still managed to look like he was worth more than he could ever dream.  He spent a good portion of the party skirting the edges of the room.  He took in people, noted unusual scents or actions.  He kept a catalog of everyone's face and was so very, very careful.  His first thoughts were for the safety of those at the party.  He did not much care about what was going on in their boss' office.  Not until Rossi reported an intrusion.

Wesley reached up and responded back into the headset -[color=88AC85] "I'll stay here and make sure nothing happens to the guests.  I'll keep my eyes out."[/color]  His heart began to thrum with the thrill of the attack.  When things began to go down-hill it was his job to make sure it all went right.  Her heard Bobbi declare she would help Watts since she was closer to that direction.  He nearly shouted that she should stay here with him so he could keep a better eye on her.  He was sure Watts would keep the girl in line though.  [color=88AC85]"Maybe one or two others should stay here with me so that the guests don't get suspicious,"[/color] he muttered as quietly as he could while still being heard by those on the other end of the comms.