[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=63142b]Millicent[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fogYvWS.png[/img] [hr] [color=63142b]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Dining Room [color=63142b]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Millicent swept into the room along with a few others, taking in the scene in front of her. The table alone was something out of a drama tv show set in some millionaire’s mansion where the husband and wife sit on opposite ends of the long table because they not-so-secretly hate each other. Each seat had a card in front of it with a name written in beautiful script. Millicent kept an eye out for hers, noticing it next to two other names: Sam and Ivanna. As Millicent sat in her respective seat she noticed the flowers. They appeared to be the same ones as the ones in the garden. It was not out of the ordinary to have flowers from one’s own garden decorate their home. Millicent wondered if they used them elsewhere, perhaps for weddings or funerals. Millicent noted the glasses. It only made sense they would value wine at dinner. Millicent enjoyed herself a glass. Perhaps more depending on the occasion. She would need to be careful though. Someone here, someone most likely at this very table, knew a secret of hers. She heard rumors, of course, from some of the other people here. She clocked them as they entered. Millicen watched the others come in gradually but her eyes lingered on one particularly fetching woman in a red dress. Millicent was familiar with Drag Queens. One didn’t live in California without being familiar. Millicent loved them: the art, the style, the sheer confidence to wear what called out to you; uninhibited by others. Part of what she loved about performing was the flair associated with it. She desperately wanted to talk at length to this gorgeous woman. But someone got to her first. Millicent was also familiar with a certain type of people. Those who felt it necessary to interject themselves into spaces not for them. Those who disliked others and made it everyone else’s problem. Rather than ignore and move on, go up close and personal to the very person or people that “sickens” them and unleash waves of idiocy and cruelty. The man’s appearance made Millicent want to vomit but his words felt like a slap. She wasn’t the target but anyone with a shred of empathy could feel the hit. Millicent wanted to stand up and deck him. Lay him out flat. No one deserved that, especially an invited guest. To top it off, as Ivanna and Sam, the man sitting next to her, went off on him, he retaliated by insulting others, herself included (the word being used by the gay community. She didn’t use the word herself but knew that it could sometimes refer to anyone in the community with a broad stroke). Someone stood up and moved and Millicent watched with baited breath as the man pulled the chair out and punched the homophobe. Millicent wanted to cheer, but felt in this environment that she should keep quiet. He returned to his seat and salad. Millicent was much too on edge to eat at the moment. She looked around her, wondering if anyone was going to say something. So she took the opportunity. [color=63142b]”I just have to say, that was very commendable. If you hadn’t done that I would have. You look a little familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?”[/color] Millicent was sure in passing of the man’s face, but could not put a finger to it. Miguel leaned back slightly in his seat, so he could get a better look at the person addressing him - she was a few spots down. [color=97e300]”I should’ve done it earlier, tbh,”[/color] he said with a shrug, speaking out each letter in the abbreviation - as if using chatspeak verbally was common and acceptable.[color=97e300]”You might have seen me on YouTube - I’m Miguel de la Muerte, world’s greatest ghost hunter. I think I’ve been made into a few gifs too.”[/color] Millicent had to recall back a bit, but then she remembered. One of the late nights she had given….other events had her watching Youtube over and over, falling into Rabbit Hole one after the other. It was there she remembered his face. Millicent wasn’t what someone would call a skeptic, she truly did not know if there was more out there, but she figured there had to be to explain some things. The man was cute and he punched a fascist. As far as she was concerned, he was golden in her book. [color=63142b]”Ah yes, I recall seeing a video or two though I don’t often find myself using memes. I’m Millicent and I’m a professional magician. Not on Youtube myself but I believe I have some videos circulating from some of my shows. If you’re ever in California let me know, I’ll reserve a ticket for the homophobe-puncher.”[/color] His eyes lit up. [color=97e300]”Wait, dude, really? That’s so fucking cool! I actually live in Los Angeles - do you want to grab a beer some time when we’re back? Houdini was my [i]hero[/i] when I was a kid, I tried to learn every trick I could - I was really bad at it, not gonna lie, but hell - if you’re ever wanting to do a collab, just hit me up.”[/color] Millicent, content, nodded her agreement. She still didn’t trust anyone, including Miguel, but she had to admit that his taking care of Lawrence made her him less likely in her eyes to be the one who led her here. Though they both lived in Los Angeles. Millicent enjoyed her salad as her eyes drifted to her neighbor. Sam had stood up for Ivanna which was good. However, Millicent put two-and-two together and remembered who her neighbor was. The one who left the bathroom in disrepair. Millicent finished her food before she turned her attention on her neighbor. [color=63142b]”Sam, is it? I believe we are bedroom neighbors and bathroom sharers, which puts me in an awkward position. I want the time spent here to be enjoyable for all of us, but that’s hard to do when the shared space is left as it was. Can you please try to clean up after yourself a bit better? I recognize we have maids and other staff aiding us, but it isn’t really fair to put it all on their shoulders.”[/color] Sam startled slightly in his chair as the woman next to him addressed him. Excusing himself for a moment from Ralph as he turned to speak to her. The blush still apparent on his cheeks both from the small application earlier as well as a bit of embarrassment for the current topic of conversation. [i]Especially[/i] next to two handsome men. [Color=a6fef2]”Oh. Sorry…I had planned to clean up but got distracted between the bags and the little dinner card. I was trying to figure out how it all worked. I did plan to pick it all up after dinner however, or I guess after cocktails?”[/color] He said a bit meekly as he placed his fork and knife down on his plate. Annoyed, Milicent conceded this as an excuse. [color=63142b]”That’s fair. I just want this trip to be relaxing. And I’m one who likes privacy so I hope it is okay if I keep my side locked. It’s not that I distrust you, but I don’t know you or anyone here, really. Speaking of, I’m Millicent, professional magician. Sorry to meet under these circumstances, but maybe we can talk later?”[/color] Sam held his hands up towards his chest in defeat and surrender. Trying to wave away the need to explain why she was locking her door. [Color=a6fef2]”Nononono I totally understand. I'm not one who cares much about it to be honest. I'll probably keep mine unlocked if you ever need me or anything. Oh, and feel free to knock if you need the restroom and I'm in it. I can cover up if you'd like or step out or…”[/color] Sam smiled, letting out a small sigh before continuing. [Color=a6fef2]”You know? Yeah. But, Magician, that's cool. Never been to see a show before but I bet they're a lot of fun. I'm Sam, Paranormal Investigator.”[/color] So she had spoken to not one, but two people with careers in the paranormal. This was a joke, right? She didn’t discount their careers, as she would hope no one did her’s, but surely that was a coincidence, right? Millicent returned her attention back to the others, particularly to the family La Lune. What was the purpose of inviting them here? Was it truly to provide someone deserving with a million dollars? If so, why not just give that person the money? Or split it to all of them. Even that sum would help her out. Millicent got a funny feeling and she trusted her gut more so with every passing hour in this place. Someone here was lying. More than one person if she had to guess. Herself included. It was starting to smell like bullshit. They were rounded up here for a reason and it wasn’t some selfless act. She was sure of it now.