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[center][h1][color=#D8BFD8]Rihannon Linx[/color][/h1]  
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[color=#D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Dining Room
[color=#D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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Rihannon shuffled into the dining room behind the group, trying to take everything in while also seeming unassuming. They knew they needed to stand out in a place like this, but they were also rather introverted at heart. Rih thanked the staff member for pointing out their seat and pulled out the chair before tucking themselves in. They noted the table was large and had at least twenty people. The conversation would be loud in this room. 

“I would much rather sit next to [i]her[/i].” Rihannon caught the tone and turned their head to see a rather large-looking person leering at them. Rih cocked their head to the side. Why must certain people who look like that think they have any right to comment on another person’s appearance?

[color=#D8BFD8]”And what makes you think I am a woman?”[/color] Rihannon asked. They weren't large-chested by any means, and the silk shirt was large enough to hide such things. Not to mention the jacket that covered them. Perhaps it was because Rih liked to style their hair or wear make-up? Well, that was hardly a reason to gender someone in this century. 

Rihannon turned their attention to the head of the table to listen to Eleanor. Ah, things were starting to click into place. It made more sense that no one here looked familiar to Rihannon. As Eleanor had said in the foyer when they first arrived, they were all nominated based on their portfolio and nothing more. Interesting. Rihannon picked up their white wine glass now that it was full and sipped it before looking left then right. Conversation. Small talk. Rihannon inwardly groaned. This is why they like performing. No conversation was needed when one was singing and dancing.

The salad was served, temporarily saving Rihannon from having to open their mouth and emit a friendly greeting. They were saved again by a scraping chair, a determined march, a surprised grunt, and then the familiar sound of a fist connecting to a face. Rihannon gasped before they snorted and laughed. The hit had been spectacular and sudden—the perfect kind of entertainment for the evening. As Lawrence left, Rihannon composed herself and looked between her neighbours.

[color=#D8BFD8]”I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have laughed at your family member…”[/color] [i]But that was hilarious…[/i] 

Rihannon took a bite of their food, thinking of it more as fuel rather than something to enjoy, and looked about the room again. Across the table, a conversation between the person who had punched Lawrence and someone a few seats down from them started. Due to the space between both parties, the conversation was rather loud, and Rihannon heard that the puncher’s name was Miguel. Rih’s eyes widened. Well, that’s one mystery solved.