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A what?! Alderman's response was the absolute last thing that Eris had expected, any witty comeback or possibly nonchalant dismissal dying in his throat. The vampire was still, chartreuse eyes focused on the mage's face. There was a cynical part of him that initially didn't believe what he said--a corpse on the princess' grounds? That was insane, there were guards all around them! People were constantly coming and going, how in the world could there be someone dead?! A murder on campus would throw the Noila school in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons, not to mention the very real possibility that there was an actual assassin lurking around.

Of course, Eris hadn't quite recovered from the initial shock when another masked person approached the pair. It took him longer than it should have to realize it was the Spellman boy. Wow, so he was capable to cleaning himself up some, even if he hadn't seen such billowing sleeves that reminded him of the ever flowing curtains his mother had in her living room. Argh, no! Focus! There would be time to trash him later, this was a serious situation.

That said, Eris narrowed his eyes at the kid. What exactly was he accusing him of? The thought of Alderman murdering someone wasn't foreign, but he always thought it would be him or some other vampire. From the sounds of it, it was a mortal that had died. Things were starting to frazzle him, but finally, Eris snapped back to it, getting a grasp on things as he remembered where they were.

Placing his hand on his mage's shoulder, he pulled him back from Spellman a touch, putting on a better smile. "Steady, you two, remember where we are," He warned the pair with a quieter tone, straightening up before looking at Alderman. "Calmly, now, let's step outside. We can discuss this with less ears around us." He turned and headed to the exit, hoping the pair would listen and not break into an argument and draw more attention to them. For once he didn't notice any looks, his mask mostly concealing his face and identity. But he needed to get to the bottom of what was going on.


In disbelief that @Scribe of Thoth and @Trainerblue192 are making him be an adult right now.



The Unexpected Trio




Cassandra had taken every champagne flute that walked past her on servants' legs. It was a bit of a Russian Roulette game, as she wasn't versed enough to be able to tell which were actually wine, and which were just sparkling juice. She had taken a few dances, and spent some time trying to guess at familiar figures through their masks, with varying degrees of success. Presently, she spotted a familiar face, or hair anyway. When she recognized Lilie, the fire she was using as a mask flared briefly, and she made her way over, swaying with surprising and unusual grace around other ball goers.

She put a hand on Lilie's arm, and sang out in a voice wavering with contained laughter.
"Iiiii saw Salem kissing Aaaaaron… Clause! her laughter broke through, punctuated by the green flames around her eyes flaring out and in. "Lilie! Good Revel? It's my first time!"

Lilie jumped when she was addressed, though she was happy to see another familiar face, hoping she didn't look too flustered. She returned Cassandra's laughter with a slight giggle, though her jaw dropped as she realized what she said. Salem did what?! She pursed her lips, teetering on whether or not she should tell her, but she decided to return her greeting first.

"So far, so good!" She replied cheerfully, scratching her cheek. "And, um...Salem kissed me, too, so I guess he's doing to to everyone." Well, that solved that mystery.

"Maybe it's a Revel thing, I didn't talk to him, though," she looked briefly around as if to see if anyone else was doing so.

"Who did you come with, by the way? Aaron?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject and looking back at Lilie. "I'm here with Ama- um, Countess Marivaldi. But I didn't see Sinenodel or Astorio, so I hope I'm not the lame one."

Were they supposed to come with their vampires? She couldn't imagine Count Sinnenodel or Count Astorio attending this sort of thing if she was being honest, but both their mages had come. She was glad Cassandra didn't comment any further on the kiss, feeling her face finally lose its heat. She was a little surprised that she had assumed that she came with Aaron, though. He would be the type to come to this sort of thing, wouldn't he?

Lilie shook her head, though she did wish she thought of asking Aaron to accompany her. She had been so caught up in wearing a pretty dress she didn't even think to ask anyone to go with her. "I came alone, actually," She admitted wholeheartedly. "I think it's nice that you came with Countess Marivaldi." She looked around the ballroom for him, catching herself a second too late. "My countess said to go socialize, so...here I am. Salem said we should all hang out later again, too, but I wanted to hang around here a little longer. I've never been to such a fancy party."

"Aw man, I am the lame one!" she lamented with a facetious laugh. "I dunno that I'd call this 'socializing' though. Half the people don't know who the other half is. Do you think we should try to meet some people?"

Lilie was a little confused at the comment, though she guessed that maybe Cassandra meant coming alone was better than coming with a vampire. Maybe it was like bringing a parent to a dance? She didn't think it was lame, though she had to agree that she did have a slight point. As much as she wanted to socialize (and made the same comment to Salem) there she was, sticking to who she knew. Lilie hung her head in disappointment, though if she was being honest, there were way too many people for her to be comfortable trying to get to know total strangers.

"I mean...we're talking. That's socializing!" She tried to defend their actions with a small shrug, ultimately failing and giving up shortly after. "I just don't want to start chatting someone up and then have some vampire come creeping up on me, I guess." She frowned, deciding to change the subject. "So...did you say this was your first Revel? Were you not allowed to celebrate?" It was an odd comment, striking her curiosity.

”I can protect us from vampires,” the final “S” came out in just barely a slur, “They’re like, afraid of fire, right?

“But yeah, it’s my first. I had dancing lessons on previous Revels, and watched some parties on TV and stuff, but I did’n actually go to a party.”


Lilie wondered if that was a mage thing. The Revel was always a huge party that the whole town used to celebrate, so hearing someone that didn't get to participate came off as odd. She frowned a little at the mention of burning vampires, feeling like that was something that was known but shouldn't really be said. Now that she was really looking at her, though, the other mage was a little off. Her dress and mask were wonderfully creative, but her speech was a little weird and the things she said seemed pretty open. For someone so usually aloof, she sure was super friendly. Not that she minded, but it was still a little strange.

"Are you okay?" She finally decided to ask. "I thought there was a two drink limit."

"Is there? Well, two drinks for me is pretty different from too drinks for, like, Aaron, right? Maybe I just shouldn'ta had them so quickly. Don't go taking advantage now."

Her mouth formed a small 'o' as her mask hid the rest of her confusion. Well, this was certainly something. Lilie wasn't sure what she meant by take advantage, but instead she looked around, hoping she could find help or something. How did one help with drunkenness? Water? Food? Both seemed good, right?

"Why don't we get you some water?" Lilie tried to coax Cassandra to a chair.

Victor had taken his time enjoying the evening air and the sounds that came with the giant party. People laughing, talking, giggling, this atmosphere was rather calming he had to admit all he needed was to get used to it. Leaving his glass outside with a sigh the large vampire started to make his way back inside, perhaps finding someone to dance with could ease his mind a little more.

It sure was crowded in the ballroom, wasn't until he overheard a familiar voice did he finally slow down and look around for the small water mage. He could only make out a few things through the commotion of dancers and spectators around them. Something about vampires being afraid of fire then another thing about being drunk. This was sure to be fun.

He wasted little time to get right into Cassandra’s personal space while lilie tried to coax her to a chair, “Most Vampires are afraid of fire because it damages us easily and it's hard to regenerate that damage.” a sly smile creeping through his mask, grabbing her hand into more of a dancing posture and slowly twirl her around,“But some vampires like to play with fire,even if we get burned,” winking at her from under his mask, “Count Astorio at your service.”

Maybe Lilie was the one drunk, her eyebrows shooting up as Count Astorio entered the scene. He had overheard their conversation, it looked like, though this more playful side was definitely different than the sterner, more tactful side she was used to. Suddenly feeling like she was intruding, she decided that maybe she should go take another stab at mingling with the crowd.

"I leave her in your capable hands, then!" She giggled, giving the pair a small wave before she left the two.




The word J’torha threw out was definitely heard by all surrounding the well, the merchant in question having a look of pure confusion. A Midlander, fair in complexion and looking very much average in height, build, and even hair color. There was a small lapse in nearly every conversation, as if waiting in anticipation for his response. At first, it seemed like he was just about ready to protest the accusation, opening his mouth to respond when a small scoff from another seller seemed to catch his attention.

“Reckon that is where the missing gil went, eh Tilman?” The other merchant chuckled darkly.

Tilman’s head snapped in his direction, throwing him an incredulous look. “What are ye talking about?” He asked, offended. “I’ve never seen this Mi’qote before in my life!”

“Missing--!” J’torha practically growled as he fell off the pole, marching up to the merchant. The crowd parted as he came, letting him through and likely eager to see where this all was going.

“I see I’m not the only one you short-changed, you gil-pinching cur!” J’torha’s accusations could clearly be heard all across the square, and he perched his hands on his hips, gesturing indignantly. “Isn’t it amazing! Anytime I come after a customer for payment, it’s the first time we’ve met!” He raised his voice a little and threw his hands up in frustration, the suggestion clear. “But I’d say we were awfully familiar back when you were begging for just another bell, promisin’ you’d have the money to me by morning!”

He turned on his heel, striding theatrically over to the other wares for auction. “Oh, but you’ve got plenty of money now for nice fancy things to sell, don’t you?” he accused, leaning on the cart of goods awaiting auction. “Or are you a debtor and a thief?”

Lyveva’s jaw dropped, though the blonde decided to slip into the crowd. Meanwhile, Tilman was completely shocked at the accusation, ears positively burning underneath his turban as he realized that nearly everyone was watching. He was at a loss, shaking his head as he put down the book he had in his hand to step down from the well.

“I believe you’re mistaken,” He seemed to be trying to keep his calm for the moment.

Once again, the other merchant laughed, jumping down from the well to glare at him. Much like the merchant, he seemed to be an average Midlander as well, with the exception of a mop of dark hair poking out this way and that. “And I suppose this is why you wouldn’t spend the night?!” He gestured to J’torha wildly.

”This?” J’torha questioned back, ignoring Tilman’s refusal for the moment and gesturing to himself. “I’ll have you know that this is in high demand.” He sounded insulted.

“‘Course, if I was a smarter man I’d be taking my payments up front.” He aimed that comment at Tilman, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“How could you blow me off for this stray cat?!” The brunet rounded on Tilman, clearly peeved.

He held his hands up in an effort to defend himself. “Hold on, now, I just told ye, I don’t know him!” He insisted, his annoyance peppered with a nervous edge.

“Stray?!” J’torha’s ears flattened further, tail twitching even more noticeably than before. He glared at the dark-haired Midlander. “Hey now, it should be him you have a problem with, not me. I didn’t know he was a cheat!”

He turned on Tilman, jabbing a finger into his chest. “And don’t you go tryin’ to worm out of this now. I performed a service, and I want my payment. It’s a simple transaction, surely a businessman like you can figure it out. Or…” J’torha took an exaggerated look around, and turned back to Tilman, feigning sympathy. “I’m sorry, did you not want your less ‘reputable’ business out in the open?”

Tilman was at a complete loss at this point, torn between wanting to properly defend himself and wanting to turn tail and run. All the extra attention and ire didn’t seem to be worth it, the hyur shaking his head as he let out an irritated sigh. “Just...come now, we can handle this business out of public eye,” He muttered, turning back to the well. To his shock, the book he had previously was gone. “...I swore I just put this down…”

“No excuses! We’re getting to the bottom of this!” The brunet insisted, a hand on Tilman’s shoulder as he unceremoniously dragged him towards one of the buildings. He threw J’torha a look. “Come along then, if you want your payment, Desert Kit, as well as whatever else was taken from you.”

Kikipu’s jaw was agape, watching the situation unfold. She put her hand to her chin and frowned as she looked over at the goods. Something seemed to click in her head, a tiny gasp escaping her before a realization hit her. Her brow creased as she shook her head, turning back to the trio.

”Now that you mention it, the man who dropped off these goods did seem strange,“ She referred to E-Siri’s comment as she seemed to recall something. ”Not the man himself, I suppose, as scarred faces and ugly mugs are commonplace, but the fact that he was alone and had all this to sell. Normally we go by a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy--asking too many questions tends to make heads roll--but it was curious.”





The lalafel watched the commotion go down with something resembling amusement, but at the end he simply scoffed. ”There you go, then. Reckon Kikipu or Tilman will point you in the right direction,” He stifled a yawn before putting his hands behind his head. ”I’d be awfully careful if I was you. Pretty sure I saw you come in with that other Mi’qote. Causing a ruckus tends to get unwanted attention, moreso if people find out you’re sniffing around. Or do whatever you want, it’s none of my business.” He didn’t wait for a response, simply walking off.





The resounding cheer at getting an extra pair of hands made it clear that their help was appreciated, the men and women scrambling to make sure the extra help wouldn’t go to waste. The hyur chuckled, shaking his head as he motioned for the pair to wait a moment as a smaller boat came into the port. Despite its size, it carried a massive amount of fish wrangled up in a net, with only a pair of sailors manning it.

”I’ll only bother you for this, then--small boat, small catch,” He said as he leaned over, hands outstretched and waiting. Dragging this over to the cart won’t take long, but it’s one less thing my weary men need to do.”

Catching a thick rope, he motioned for the pair to grab it, pulling it towards the pier. At Isabella’s mention of Lyveva, he did look back at the pair with a small frown on his face. ”That’s...Aidric’s little sister. Huh, so that’s what she’s up to these days,” He frowned. ”Thought those people disbanded a long time ago, what with Avalon fleeing Ul’dah and Etith’to’s disappearance.”

He sighed, continuing to pull as he backed up slightly. “Yeah, they helped me out back when I first started off. Didn’t matter if you had one gil or one million, they’d help out whoever. I don’t think I saw the original founder too often, but when Aidric took the reigns, all sorts of hopeful folks came from all over. It’s a shame he’s not around anymore, but it’s nice to see the company active. Like you said, Eorzea’s in need of good folk.”

Tying the rope to the dock, he scratched the back of his head as he looked around. ”If they’re in a spot of trouble, it’s not too surprising that she’d come here, prolly looking for ol’ Galfridus. He looked after the Gwennael siblings for some time. But I don’t think his ship is coming back today. Maybe in the morning."







The duo lingered for just a while longer as Eris listened to Joryldin explain a go-carting race game about a plumber and a giant spiky turtle (oddly fascinating, that). Apparently the pair were enemies but still found the time to race while throwing an assortment of items at one another (he did find throwing turtle shells morbidly hilarious but doubted a banana peel could be so effective) while accompanied by a lot of other characters. He assumed that the Embraced used a lot of his free time dedicated to video games, making a mental note to try to see what was popular nowadays. They didn't really interest him, if only because he preferred to use his time productively, but maybe using his ignorance would work in his favor.

Eris had taken all of three steps outside when his phone buzzed. Either Ismene had something to add or Antigone was informing him that she refused to take the holiday off. "Excuse me for just a moment," He bid to Joryldin, holding up his hand once he pulled out his phone. As much as he would have liked to ignore it, he didn't like missing any of his messages, though he was surprised to see this one was from Alderman. What in the world was a 'sursyion'? The fact that he had texted him at all was bewildering enough, the actor confused until a second text came in. There was a situation, it seemed, and this time Eris didn't make any effort into rolling his eyes. He must have bullied another mage and got caught by their vampire. He was surprised he didn't just reduce both of them to tears.

He opened his mouth when the third text came, pursing his lips. He swore he didn't understand mortal lingo. 'Ducked', what does that even mean?! Oh, he meant fucked. Fuck, what happened? His thinly veiled annoyance turned into something resembling concern, especially since this was maybe the second or third time Alderman had ever texted him and had actually told him to hurry up. Considering that not having to see one another usually worked in the mage's favor, asking for him rang all sorts of alarms in his head.

Check in on Alderman or continue with Joryldin, what a tough choice. But then again, Eris was used to getting his way. He looked up at the dark haired vampire, a small frown on his face. He'd have to remember not to bother Alderman too much later as a small reward for helping him buy a few sympathy points. "Sorry, I think my mage has a problem," He said as he went to dial Maxwell. "Can't very well have fun knowing he has a situation." Well, he could and have zero remorse, but Joryldin didn't need to know that.

As he turned to make the call, he spotted his mage not too far off. He beckoned for Joryldin to follow, taking long strides to catch up to him. He placed his hand on Maxwell's shoulder, giving him a questioning look as he spotted his belt in his hand. "...Why aren't you wearing your belt?" He asked.


Trying to keep @Jade Blades while seeing what @Scribe of Thoth wants




"...and regarding the fourth revision of the Georgeson contract, Mr. Levits concurs with your edits and we were able to come to an agreement with a possible renewal after the fifth profitable decade," The voice came from Eris' cellphone in a informative tone. "It's all but official, the notary will be here tomorrow and it'll be signed by Mr. Levits' proxy as well as myself."

Said vampire listened through headphones, making a few notes on his phone as she spoke. He expected nothing less from his Ismene, although she did have a tendency to go into more detail than most would. It was always appreciated, but tonight he would have much preferred it written. His encouragement to take the days off and have fun fell on deaf ears, as the mage preferred solitude and and work over play, but he supposed he couldn't very well force her to go out while they were separated. He'd make sure Antigone stopped by to make sure at the very least that she was relaxing.

"Sounds good," His uninterested answer was accompanied by sending the notes he had taken. "Anything else?"

"There is. I've already sent you a letter on my specific findings regarding the other assignment you gave me," Ismene replied, the slightest hint of disappointment in her voice. "I sincerely apologize for the lack of detail."

So that was as far as she could go? Eris placed a hand to his chin, his curiosity piqued. At the very least they could have gotten some sort of cover story, if she wasn't able to find any details that practically screamed its suspicion. She was much too careful and efficient to come up empty handed, so at the very least anything she had gotten would point him in the right direction. "I'll have to take it from here, then. Have a good evening," He hung up, pocketing both phone and headphone before casting a weary gaze at the reluctant mage next to him trailing along.

Honestly, he couldn't understand why Maxwell was so grumpy. Not that one could tell with his mask, but he liked to think that he could tell whenever he was sulking by now. The suit ended up fitting him better than he thought, too, the colors making his eyes pop. Or they would if he had any semblance of life in them. Eris genuinely thought the mage was actually attractive--moreso in an outfit that highlighted his shape and gave him a more polished look that he enjoyed--but for the love of all that was good in the world, would it kill him to smile?! He genuinely didn't understand how the kid had the energy to be perpetually angry at everything in every single waking moment. But then again, it wasn't his concern; his objective was to properly channel that anger in the right direction. Even if some of it was aimed at himself at the moment.

The room was lavish and a little more packed than he would have liked, but that was his own need for exclusivity talking. Eris adjusted his cape slightly, the feathers slightly brushing his black pants. The cape basically made the entire outfit, making up greatly for the simple yet elegant red tailcoat jacket he wore underneath. He threw a wink at a woman who had clearly recognized him beneath the minotaur mask, though as he looked around, he debated on what he should do first. It'd be humorous to see Maxwell dance with someone, but he felt like if he pushed him towards someone he'd just end up walking away. Maybe he could find someone easy? He looked around the room, though when his eyes spotted a familiar face, he froze.

Great Anastasia, the stars had blessed him tonight.

Sitting all by his lonesome was none other than Joryldin Nailo. The way he sat was clearly one of disinterest, red eyes roaming around. Was he looking for something? The thought was very quickly put aside as Eris scanned his clothes. Now that was something he enjoyed very much, appreciating the bare shoulders a lot more than he wanted to admit. What a design, he wondered where he got it. Of course, the clothes didn't do the model justice, his eyes on his ascot before slowly traveling down to his pants. Tight, the way he liked them, and they were begging to be unbuttoned by him. The cherry on top of the cake had to be that expression, though. Alright then, he wasn't going to ignore that and decided he had to have him tonight.

Eris beckoned Maxwell wordlessly to follow him as he kept to the edge of the ballroom, throwing out a greeting or two before finally arriving at Joryldin's table. He brought a gloved hand to his chest, as if only just noticing him. "Joryldin! Had I known you were coming, we could have arrived together!" Eris said in a friendly tone, inviting himself to take the empty seat next to his. "Are you enjoying yourself?"


Dragging poor @Scribe of Thoth along while prowling for @Jade Blades booty




Meanwhile, a much less comfortable attendee stuck to the walls, making every effort possible to blend in as much as she could. It was actually easier said than done; the numerous bodies around her seemed to be at a standard far above one she was used to. If she stood out, it was because she was a little too aware how awkward she was compared to the rest. Still, the beauty of the place was hard to miss, and she was content to step aside and let everything move around her.

The view out into the water was what had drawn Lilie over to the window, or rather, the wall of glass. Standing in front of the glass, she could see the shoreline, momentarily dazed by the movement as the waves gently lapped the sand. She caught sight of herself reflected on the glass, and nearly startled herself. While she had always made it a point to pride herself in her appearance, once again the academy went above and beyond to show her that that too could stand to be improved on. The dress Mariette had given her glimmered gently, the off the shoulder bodice decorated with flowers and lace in a pattern that she found herself adoring. It was a short dress, but the chiffon skirt billowed out around her in asymmetrical layers, longer in the back than it was in the front. Her golden heels were simple, the mask given to her just as beautiful as her dress, though she could have gone without the feathers if she was being honest. Her hair was in waves again, something she hadn't expected to see again so soon, but this time it was pinned away from her face with a pair of golden pins.

Shaking her head at herself, she kept herself staring out at the ocean, deaf to the music and words of the people around her. For some reason, she found herself still struggling to adjust to the extravagance of it all, feeling graceless and bumbling in comparison to those born into the role. Her concerns were muted; she didn't think Mariette would understand, and she didn't think it would be in good taste to go back after having come all this way. Still, there was something nice about the calm beauty of nature that comforted her and helped her think more clearly. At least if she wasn't going to dance, she could just watch the ocean. Maybe she would go outside to get a better look.





The blue haired Fafafono looked up when he was addressed, arms crossed and a permanent scowl on his face. His distaste with the crowd was all too obvious, his interest in the negatives. Despite that, he still threw a glance once in a while, half-listening, half-judging.

"Of course not," He scoffed, thinking little of A’lythana's comment. "You're more likely to find a crowd like this in the city or Vesper Bay. Place is deader than a pirate thrown overboard, but suddenlt some folks bring in merchandise and the bazaar lights up with would-be 'treasure hunters' and the like."

He shook his head as he stared at the crowd disapprovingly. "I'll bet most of that was stolen from some idiot who let their guard down. What with the recent surge of robberies and the like, Ul'dah's corruption is seeping into other parts of the land."




Lyveva stopped long enough to look at J'torha, her expression torn between what could be construed as horror and a much more obvious helplessness. She looked like she could burst into tears at any moment, clutching one book for dear life with her left hand.

"N-No," Despite the lack of tears, the girl was clearly having a hard time. "And th-that's the w-worst part! It isn't m-mine! Or anyone's! I have to g-get them all back!" Her teary expression changed to one filled with dread. "If I don't get them back, I can never show my face to the FC again. Never. Never ever. Because I'll be murdered in my sleep!"

She paused for a second, suddenly realizing something. "Lyveva! Not Lyvia!" She seemed a little peeved, but it quickly went away. "Maybe that's what I'll change my name to when I flee the country..."




The Hellsguard didn't seem surprised to be addressed, looking over Theodore with an interested expression. After a few seconds of drumming up some sort of judgement in his head, he brought a hand to his chin as he took a moment to consider his words. He stayed silent for some time, almost to the point where one would wonder if he was truly thinking of a response.

Fortunately, he did have something for the hyur. "I can't say I've heard of anyone like that specifically, but it does sound like something the Merchants of Mercy would do," He chuckled darkly at the end of his sentence, though it faded into a sigh. "There's been a lot of pockets picked and carriages stolen lately, all in the name of gaining more coin. Now that you ask, however, I think I did see someone like that recently."

He gestured towards one of the buildings. "Yesterday there was someone with that description asking for Kikipu and her lot to sell some goods on his behalf. He didn't have a uniform, but he did have two scars. I can't guarantee it's the same person, but what are the odds?"



The first holiday away from home was a good excuse to stay home and do nothing for Lilie. It wasn't that she disliked The Revel, but she had been feeling particularly homesick recently. She thought calling home would help, but aside from a very comical exchange between her mother and brother it only served to make her feel worse. Hearing that everyone was doing well did make her happy, but she wanted to spend the holiday with them. Letting out a wistful sigh, Lilie let herself mope around the dorm for a while. She had heard that there was going to be a few events around campus, but she was feeling particularly anti-social. The concert Kanalie mentioned was tomorrow, so she was going to allow herself to be whiny for the day-night-whatever (she wasn't used to the time terminology yet). As she contemplated on whether she should watch TV or watch some videos online, a particularly loud knock on the door managed to snap her out of her thoughts.

"Coming!" She called out, quickly rushing to the door.

The bored-looking deliveryman didn't seem to react much as she opened the door, instead holding out a package for her to accept along with a clipboard. "Sign here, please," He stated.

Lilie signed before thanking him, catching a bit of annoyance with him. He didn't have to look at her like that, it was probably for Mariette. Lilie closed the door behind her as she decided to leave the package on her desk in the study, but she was surprised to find her name on it. She examined the box, trying to remember if she ordered anything, but she couldn't think of why anyone would send her anything. She placed it down on her bed, opening up the box. A note addressed to her rested on top of the tissue paper from Mariette of all people. It was typed out, too--so whatever was in there had been ordered for her? Lilie looked down at the package, digging through the tissue paper before seeing just what Mariette got her. Her jaw dropped at the quality of the dress, immediately taking it out of the box and pressing it against herself as she looked at the mirror. Oh, it was so pretty, and it looked like it was just her size, too! She turned this way and that, admiring herself before remembering to actually read the note.

Socializing with your peers is crucial to serving a noble--it's not what you know, it's who you know. I suggest going to Ballroom Number Two tonight and mingling with the people there.
Please use this and have a nice time socializing.

Mariette


Well, if she wanted her to go out and socialize, then she really couldn't say no, right? She took a good look at herself in the mirror, hand on her chin as she examined her reflection. It was supposed to be a really nice party, so she'd need to try hard to make herself look really good. She could give herself a mini spa day and do her hair nice, too. Fortunately, being up early would work in her favor: she could relax, pamper herself, then get dressed and head out. She did have a lavender vanilla sea salt scrub she had been dying to try. Placing the package down on her bed, she closed her bedroom door before rummaging through her stuff. A nice scrub, bath bombs, a few scented candles--all this and some nice music from her phone meant she would have a lovely afternoon bath.





The few closest to X'Gihl looked up at his offer to help, a majority halting their actions as they straightened up. One older looking hyur beckoned towards the rest, and they continued to work while he approached them. He did a quick look between the two, lingering a little longer on X'Gihl before his expression broke into a curious one. He scratched his chin as he looked back to the moving crew, then back to the pair.

"Who are we to deny a helping hand?" The man grinned, beckoning for the pair to follow him. "Reckon no one would turn down that offer." He walked to the boat and motioned for one of the sailors to clear the way. "I should warn you that this'll be hard work. You can rescind your offer at any time."




The pink haired lalafell looked around as her name was called, not finding the source over the calls of the crowd right away. She looked this way and that, though once she found the source of the call, she gasped. "Kajin!" His greeting was met with surprise, and she carefully climbed off the well and approached him. "Long time no see! What brings you to the Bazaar?"


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