[IC - Mehitabel Test Drive]

[keepingtabs]

[You've received an invitation to an elegant soiree, and when you arrive you find yourself dressed in fine clothes that look like what you'd wear to a grand performance at a theatre. Chamber music echoes around the venue--a grand ballroom, with candles and floating, glowing orbs glittering about to give the scene a golden glow. There's a woman nearby dressed like so who is giving you a friendly smile, especially if you look like a fish out of water. Perhaps you can talk to her to gain some footing? Or just find out what the event is for.]

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[leftunsaid]

[offers a bouquet]

[keepingtabs]

[her eyes light up]

Oh, Gideon, you shouldn't have.

[she takes it anyway, ever graceful]

[leftunsaid]

[quirks a brow. Of course he should have. Gestures around?]

[keepingtabs]

Alright, I expect some of them to throw flowers for my performance, but I am fairly certain you appreciate me without needing to show it. Still, they are beautiful. Thank you.

[leftunsaid]

[Pulling out his wax tablet now his hands are free]

It was a lovely performance.

[secretbirden]

[Yuuya might know his way around a soiree, but he still finds the decadent and formal atmosphere less than friendly. Too many memories.

And even though he's dressed for the occasion (albeit in a suit far fancier than anything he's ever worn before), he still feels distinctly outgunned, being what seems like one of, if not the, youngest in the room. And he only has the vaguest idea of why he was sent here.

Still, it's a lovely room, and the attendees are equally easy on the eyes. He'll just have to blend in until he can figure out what he's supposed to be doing.]

[keepingtabs]

[younger people aren't unheard of at these events, but they do tend to stick out. this one's doing a good job of blending in, but Mehitabel's eyes are sharp. eventually she'll send a waiter over to him with a drink, a courtesy from Lady Parr.]

[secretbirden]

[He takes it, surprised, looking around to see if he can spot anyone who might be the mysterious Lady Parr.]

[keepingtabs]

[she smiles at him when he looks up, and if he's been paying attention, he'll have heard some people mention her in conversation--chiefly as the star actress of a local theatre troupe]

[secretbirden]

[well, now. he's not quite sure what he did to merit such attention from the lady of the hour, but far be it for him to tarnish a beautiful lady's heart by turning down her gift.

he raises the glass to her in a little toast before taking a small sip, before navigating his way through the crowd toward her.]

[telepathetically]

[how hard can a teenager wallflower, he can wallflower like a PRO. tucking himself back into the smallest corner he can find in a glittering ballroom

so, not much of a corner]

[keepingtabs]

[hmm, a tiny thing. it's not one of the servants, who are often apprentices from the Lower Quarter making ends meet, or attached at the hip to an older patron, and definitely looks like a fish out of water... yeah, someone's going to eat this kid up pretty soon.

unless mehitabel has something to say about it. she drifts over towards him, as naturally as can be]

Are you trying to mimic the walls, dear? You're doing an admirable job of it.

[telepathetically]

[goes a little wide-eyed, but he doesn't outright startle. he's got some degree of manners.]

Thanks, I've been practicing all night.

[keepingtabs]

[some of the patrons who were giving Yuki eyes seem to withdraw slightly]

Trying out for the theatre? Or just hoping no one pays you any mind?

[telepathetically]

The second one. —I mean uh, I don't mind that you're paying mind— I couldn't do real acting.

[jarredforlife]

[among the attendees is this fellow, easy enough on the eyes if a little disheveled, but most notably looking deeply ill at ease.

he also has a death grip on a lovely bouquet of roses]

What am I s'posed to do now...

[keepingtabs]

[some other people have been gifting bouquets and the like to a woman nearby, who accepts them gracefully. perhaps she's your target?]

[jarredforlife]

[that seems very plausible. he brought flowers because he was told that's what people do at this sort of thing, and that is as far as his knowledge goes.

he ambles over, still holding his precious flowers carefully, getting in the bouquet-giving line. crowd. wherever the givers of bouquets seem to be standing. and waits for his turn.]

[keepingtabs]

Honestly, at this point I should have brought a wagon. Thank you, darling, they're beautiful.

[jarredforlife]

It seemed like the thing to do. Maybe your adoring public can help carry them home.

[thaumartyrgical]

[leaning up against a wall out of the way, creating his own flowers out of light and letting them drift back and forth between his hands. his outfit is about the same gaudy sort of green, though, you know, he makes it work]

[he seems a bit distracted, absent-minded, like he's letting the party flow around him without really engaging with it. sometimes it doesn't seem like anybody notices he's there]

[keepingtabs]

[eventually she makes her way over to him]

I didn't realize we were being treated to a light show.

[thaumartyrgical]

[looks a bit surprised that she's talking to him, then relaxes into a slight smile]

I'll give you whatever sort of show you'd like, darling.

[keepingtabs]

You can leave the theatrics to me, Felix. Unless you're looking into the exciting world of special effects.

[thaumartyrgical]

The greenish glow does wonders for your complexion.