[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CC99FF]Dorian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2486-98b4-748f-a003-e6c807ce5a9c.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=CC99FF]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival 
[b][color=CC99FF]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Anti-telepathy Sword, Percy sex bracelet, KG bracelet (whaaaat? Where'd that come from. Weird)
[b][color=CC99FF]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0b09-b33d-760f-b73f-04d02892546a.webp]Teal Long Sleeve Shirt, Lightwash Jeans, Black Bandana around his neck, and the Excelsior Jacket[/url] [hr][/center]

Dorian took Percy's hand into his, smiling as he did so and ushering them both onto the ice rink. His foot gently kicking them off and going as a slow and easy pace while Percy attempted to allow his body to recall the steps needed for ice skating. He'd tried not to say anything, not to be [i]that[/i] kind of boyfriend, but he couldn't help it. [Color=CC99FF]”I assume t'is ‘[i]friend[/i]’ in question was t'at dark eyed jerk?”[/color] He kept his eyes forward, watching for any other skaters they may bump into, but glancing at his side towards Percy every once in a while as he awaited a response. 

His phone buzzed again, then again, and again, as the messages piled in and made it easier to miss the fact that not once but twice now people had been flung over via the ice slides. He sighed, pulling his phone out with his free hand to check and see what the fuss was about. He looked at Percy, a little defeated. [Color=CC99FF]”My cousin needs me. Apparently some girl broke out of an ice prison and is confused, violent, and soon to be roamin around. Mon dieu what I'd give for a Festival t'is year t'at didn't ‘ave any drama. I swear they were not like t'is in previous years.”[/color] Dorian typed out a quick response back “On my Way.”

[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=585c74]Chase Bernard[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b32f5-6b73-755a-9846-0b44e2adfbc7.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=585c74]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival 
[b][color=585c74]Magic Items:[/color][/b]
[b][color=585c74]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0722-93d7-708f-becb-dd066b6750e9.webp]Flannel, Jeans, and Vans[/url] [hr][/center]

It was a breath of relief as Chase heard Denni's screams of victory over death. The video now showing them safely deposited on the ground as Danni began to explain the difference in feelings of teleportations or maneuverability that he has experienced within the group. He hadn't met Vicky yet, not that he could recall anyways, as his mind tried it's best to piece the information together in the event an unseen attack had happened and he was forcefully – he stopped, realizing what he was doing. Analyzing the group again out of fear that they would all turn on him. Fear he'd be captured again and sent back to the labs to finish whatever sick experiments they wished to do upon him. He froze, staring at the screen a while after it'd already gone black. The words Ben had spoken finally sinking into his thick head before he turned to look at the kettle that had finished boiling. 

[Color=585c74]”Sorry…I just – I didn't want to leave you, especially not when you're feeling this shaken up, but then Danni and the Ice Prince, and I just…Sorry.”[/color] Chase made his way over towards Ben, wrapping his arms around him from behind as he kissed the top of his head before resting his chin on it. [Color=585c74]”They are our friends…right? I mean, kind of feels like at most their your friends and im the unwanted accessory you happen to bring around. Not saying you don't want me, just that they don't, I mean I think Danni does? But – nevermind, it's  stu– it's not worth worrying over right now.”[/color] Chase new better by now than to call his thoughts or feelings stupid around Ben. Otherwise he'd be chastised again and given the same speech he always gave when it was brought up. He could call himself stupid plenty at night however.