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[color=5F9EA0]Time: 6 pm
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/R61caal.jpeg]Winners wear red & black![/url]
Interactions: Ari [@Tpartywithzombi], Thea [@Tae], Hala [@JJ Doe][/color]
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His head tilted as his smile widened. [color=5F9EA0]“Ruined her dress and sent her fleeing into the night.”[/color] The creature occasionally known as Clarence elegantly outstretched an arm and flicked his fingers, miming the haste with which Victoria had scampered off. He chuckled as he added, [color=5F9EA0]“And did you see the look of her face as she fled? Delightful. A serving of just desserts for the wretched Duchess.”[/color] His shoulders shimmied as his arm dropped back down to his side. It had been the first sampling of the night’s chaos, as a carefully assembled feast soured into a series of scandals. 

HIs attention flicked to the stranger, Hala, who had ignored his greeting to argue with Thea. The pair attempted to wound only with words in the manner that this age of humans had grown so fond of, pretending that it was more civilized than answering such a challenge with violence. It was only less effective, less final, and far less fun to watch. 

[color=5F9EA0]“Bitter that your efforts to convince the prosaic St. Claire to suck at your wounds have been fruitless?”[/color] He asked Hala, watching as their hand slipped into their flowing collection of silks. [color=5F9EA0]“Petting yourself to the sound of your own voice? I guess that’s one way to love yourself.”[/color] Clarence added as his smirk worked its way into his voice. 

He nodded at Thea who suggested returning to the feast. [color=5F9EA0]“Time to see what dear old dad had in mind for the finale to his disastrous feast.”[/color] He glanced at Ari and then towards the doors, time to find out what that new tension in the air was all about. [/color]