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[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220906/45d171115fb412c0373a6246af17f4e7.png[/img][/center][hr][center][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Kirah][/center][hr][hr][center][color=f7941d][b]Genosha: August 22nd, 2021 - 9:30 PM [/b][/color][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=935DB8]Veil[/color] & [color=DBA1DE]Casper[/color] & [color=#DAF7A6]Sunshine[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] the Carousel 
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=DBA1DE]Mediumship[/color][/center][hr][color=f7941d]Mutant Underground Table - [/color]

	[color=CDC0CF]"Aww, you flatter me, darling,"[/color] Selene cooed at Jack. Of course, anyone with a functioning gay-dar would likely pick up on the fact that Selene wasn't flirting with Jack. No, they would realize that Selene was a hyper femme lesbian. Men were snacks to her, whereas women were something she could really sink her [i]fangs[/i] into. [i](No, Selene does not actually have fangs - although many people swear up and down that she does...) [/i] Of course, if Andy's gay-dar is functioning, that would likely only inspire more questions around the circumstances of her birth and apparent abandonment by Selene. 

	Case in point, Selene was smirking at Zarina as if the little Valkyrie was something to devour. [color=CDC0CF]"Zarina, dear, would you share with the others what leman means? It appears they lack your sophistication,"[/color] Selene baited. She then turned her attention to Echo's second question, pondering it with due consideration. [color=CDC0CF]"Well, pancakes I adore, as they mimic one of the finer features of the female form - when the topping is placed correctly, biting it off is like playing with a nipple,"[/color] Selene said matter of factly, as if teaching a class, [color=CDC0CF]"And I do like a spot of French toast - that or an actual Frenchman, I'm not picky. So I suppose [i]waffles[/i] will have to be the one to go, then."[/color]

	Casper audibly gasped. He had been really digging Selene's style moments ago, but to hear her DESECRATE THE MOST HOLY OF FOODS?! That couldn't stand. [color=DBA1DE]"Waffles? You would get rid of WAFFLES?!"[/color] Casper blurted, acting like Selene had just said she would kill his brother or a beloved pet. If Casper could eat nothing else but waffles for the rest of his life, he would be content and not even protest; he was a kindred spirit with Leslie Knope in that regard. 

	Meanwhile, Sunshine was doing her best not to burst out laughing too hard at Selene's antics, resulting in Marrow looking at her with concern as Sunshine shook, crying ever so slightly. [color=#DAF7A6]"I'm sorry, this is just... This is too iconic, I can't,"[/color] Sunshine apologized, her face red - probably from alcohol and not embarrassment. She was really doing her best to contain the giggles, but she ended up snickering regardless. [color=#DAF7A6]"I think I might have to [i]stan.[/i]"[/color]

	Marrow rolled her eyes. She could see that this crazy evil lesbian witch aesthetic was really working for her wife, and she wasn't going to begrudge her that, but she found Selene to be annoying personally. She didn't even know if Selene realized how campy she was being. 

	[color=CDC0CF]"Are you having a stroke, child? What is... this... STAN?"[/color] Selene asked, serious as the grave.

	[color=DBA1DE]"Oh, I know this one - it's really simple, it's like how people who were crazy for things used to be called fans, but now everyone uses fan, so now the super crazy fans are [i]stans[/i] - but also, it's kinda like saying that you HAVE to support something even against your will, like how we have to breathe in order to live, you're forced to stan someone just in order to be alive,"[/color] Casper explained. [color=DBA1DE]"Like there's at least ten Real Housewives who are totally terrible people, but I just [i]have[/i] to stan Ramona. I can't help it."[/color]

	David looked at Echo for a moment. He couldn't help but think they should've gone off with the group that went to go and get drinks. This was... a lot. "How drunk do you think they all are, on a scale of one to ten?" he asked his date softly, before grinning. 
	
[color=f7941d]Shi'Ar Bartender Set-Up[/color]

	Ben's heart did summersaults and a few flips as Max's hand brushed his - his touch felt electric. It had been so long since he had felt the touch of another person, so long since he had been able to want someone who might want him back. And poor Ben felt so incredibly rusty when it came to flirting. The irritated edge he had had earlier when people were pestering him about what it was like to be alive again was gone, replaced with something between anxiousness and desire. "I'd like to see your tongue," Ben muttered, internally cringing the instant he said it - but he didn't regret it either. He had been a ghost for almost two decades and he was [i]lonely[/i]. He realized he hadn't answered Max's question, but Ben waited - waited to see how Max would react. 

	[color=935DB8]"It's right over here,"[/color] Veil said, once they had made it over to a crowded booth where a small crew of bartenders were preparing drinks for a lengthy line. There weren't any drinks left unattended for just anyone to drag, as even in utopia people were wary about date rape drugs and whatnot. Taped to the tablecloth was blowouts of the drink menu, all including things with ingredients and flavors not known to this galaxy. Veil didn't care that her tongue had gotten stained - as long as it didn't last too far into the next day, it wasn't anything to worry about.

	Veil noticed someone else getting into the drink line though - one of the quieter Quiet Council members, Moneta. Moneta always reminded her of Winona Ryder, to the extent that Veil was suspicious that she might've been a mutant clone of the actress or something. Veil stepped into line behind Moneta, her hands shoved into her pockets. [color=935DB8]"Enjoying the gala, Moneta?"[/color] Veil asked. [color=935DB8]"You look like you could use a stiff drink,"[/color] she then added bluntly. There was something off about Moneta - something wrong.