[i]Fuck.[/i]

Amaris’ internal monologue played out. 

[i]Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity FUCK.[/i]

Were he to vent his frustrations outwardly for others to hear, he'd be much more eloquent and diverse in his speech. But for the unspoken words in his mind? He didn't give a [i]damn[/i] if it seemed crude or simple or repetitive. [b]Fuck[/b] summed up his frustrations perfectly. 

For [i]months[/i] he had been preparing, trying to find the right amount of balanced chaos. Just enough to earn himself and his family scorn for years to come, but not so much as to wind up dead. Or to get anyone else killed for that matter. But as the Gods arrived one by one, a cold realization grew that perhaps a pot luck party would not be a safe choice for this particular crowd. He might as well announce an all you can eat buffet and present himself first in line for Getsuy.

[i][b]God[/b] damnit[/i].

Could the scavenger hunt still be salvaged? Perhaps with some recon, Amaris might still be able to work something out. Surely most of the Gods have arrived as well, so it should be fine to leave his post and join the ballroom. With one final look far into the distance for signs of divine, the poised young man opened the doors for himself this time.

And through the open door, he spotted the Goddess of death herself leaving the ballroom. Was it her distaste for the outfit choices presented? Were his plans actually working on day one? Amaris kept his excitement quietly hidden behind his simple mask as he hurried briskly into the grand room to inspect the scene. He quickly spotted Baron looking a bit lost. It was a bit rare to see him even slightly uncomposed, so Amaris had to fight back the urge to tease him. He couldn't let the perfect mask slip off [u]just[/u] yet.

“Baron,” Amaris called to the knight, “is everything alright? I saw Goddess Morrigan leave wearing pants.” The red haired man looked around the room, and with an expression that would've put theatre actors to shame, feigned quiet alarm and unease at the gaggle of Gods in cross dressed formal wear.

Mentions: Morrigan [@Lunari]
Interaction: Baron [@The Savant]

(No color coding, sorry. BBC is a pain on phone)