Summer Masquerade

INT - Windgrace Manor

Dinah (dollihead): The Windgrace house party was going to be quite a different beast from the garden croquet party. For one, the amount of alcohol around the place was probably one considered 'excessive'. perhaps even ludicrous. Another was the fact that there were drugs doted around the place, quite openly. Swing music was playing from the record player, and even the staff were masked up. The entire bottom floor was opened up with the doors wide, though the upper floors were roped off.

Dinah was already well on her way to being tipsy and already had another glass in her hand, her mask flickering slightly with the enchantment that allowed her to see for the evening whilst the little gold Crab remained safely hidden upstairs. It was getting to show time.

One Who Is Free glomped around, its strangely fluid body stretching and shrinking and rolling in unconstrained shapes, occasionally pulling itself into a more round shape as it observed decor and guests. It's wearing a little mask and a party hat - whether it was Dinah who put those on, one of the other Windgraces, or simply something the cosmic entity had snatched off one of the other partygoers - whatever the case, it floated around vaguely on the 'front' of the living starlight galaxy which seemed to comprise Free's true form.

Its form wobbles in time to the rhythm of the music as if dancing - if people came close to it, they'd hear a strange, nebulous harmony drifting in and out of their perceptible range of hearing.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn secreted himself down the stairs with a single game leap from gods knew where to just past the velvet rope cordoning off the levels above. He'd only popped upstairs for a moment to steal a few breaths without a mask before appearing again, his yellow curls hid under a long white wig. As someone did who knew the place intimately, he gave himself away by going around through the kitchen to get another drink downed before covering his face entirely again.

Once he'd hopped along the crown again, he'd begin talking to someone in a bird mask, intoning warm greetings while carefully redacting welcomes.

Dinah (dollihead) had been utterly thrilled to see Free blobbing about the place, and she had poured out a large measure of the martini she was drinking and set it down near to where it was floating to before topping up her own glass. She wasn't even sure it could get drunk but she was more than willing to attempt it. As the Uni-dorian bounded down over the rope and them promptly vanished again she laughed, shaking her head. Straight to the kitchen, of course.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): *crowd

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) looked just a little out of place, perhaps. He WAS wearing a mask... but the doctor wore little else and what he did have on him draped loose and open. The Hawaiian shirt was something he'd gotten from Kyuu either this summer or the year prior and lord knows where he found those shorts, but they were slightly too big for him and cinched just-so to keep from falling off. He dipped his head at Dorian as he landed on the other side of the red rope before chuckling as the man disappeared off to the kitchen. Very brightly-colored eyes peered out from behind a golden and heavily bejeweled mask, searching the crowd and eventually ping-ponging between the Free-blob and Dinah, who he greeted with a wide smile and a little bow.

Blake Jermyn made his slightly wobbly way through the door, swaying slightly on his feet but absolutely determined to make the best of the day. Naturally, his very first stop was the nearest container of alcohol on offer, where he simply grabbed the first bottle he saw, popping it open and chugging without even looking at the label. Bourbon, alright, he could work with this. Booze was a disinfectant, so if he drank enough while he was here, he'd probably be fine by morning.

He might have been leaning a bit heavily on the banister as Dorian bounded down the stairs, so fast he felt a ruffle of breeze in his hair. "BRO!" he called out to the other man in delight as soon as he got a proper look at him, "I fuckin' LOVE the mask!" it looked just like one of those vinyl bobblehead horse masks he used to have back home... Back to the bourbon, he glanced around the room at all the cool costumes until-.... "That son of a bitch." There was Niles Roesler, looking far too attractive in.... what was that costume even supposed to BE?! And wearing a sexy costume was HIS idea, anyway! He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the other man from across the room, even as his cheeks began to flush a distinct crimson colour beneath his half-mask. Stupid sexy Roesler....

One Who Is Free squirms and wobbles its way over to Dorian, a small, nubby pseudopod slowly pulling itself from the rest of the round ball of starstuff to give the man a wave, just before Dinah has set down the martini nearby on the floor.

And although Dinah and the others hadn't had too much of an opportunity to see Free utterly drunk at the Garden (the cosmic eldritch anomaly having puddled away after pouring in FAR TOO MUCH beer), they'd certainly get the chance now - the amoeba-like entity's pseudopods reaching out to wrap around the glass of alcohol and... Well, it's wrapping around the glass and the rhythmic wobbling it was doing in time with the music was becoming noticeably less in-time than it had been moments prior.

Dinah and Dorian and the other various entities sharing an eldritch nature would feel a brief echo of its feelings, a strange, pleasant fuzziness that somehow didn't feel like drunkenness, exactly... But more some abstraction of it that just as quickly seems to fade away as soon as they try to

One Who Is Free wrap their minds about what that really means.

Roesler's bow and wide smile are responded to with a kind of groovy jiggle, a ripple that runs through the whole of the entity and a twinkling of starlight from the empty space in the skies. Its party hat bobs up and down with its greeting, and the mask goes crooked for a moment but is quickly fixed.

Was the martini not enough...?

Free rolled towards Blake - or maybe roiled, really, tumbling like waves on the beach shoreline, flashes of pricks of light left in its wake until it was reaching up with its pseudopods, growing longer and longer. "ცơųཞცơŋ", it burbles, reaching for the bottle that Blake has in his hands.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn left the avian one he was sure was the harbourmaster and whinnied his way toward a stringbean of a man. He'd huff and neigh around the masked man before turning his attention, obscured behind papier mache less wiggly but suggestive of such a mask as Blake saw, toward Blake. He was, himself, toasted and toasted again in a new way he didn't understand from Free's freeness with his feelings, so that he remarked, just after the blob started reaching for the bottle, a grin in his voice, "Worry not, there are bottles and bottles and powders and resins, plants and all in abundance. NEIGH, all one could want! Even couches, should you desire, dear friend."

Dinah (dollihead) 's already pleased smile brightened at the sight of the very brightly-and-minimally clad doctor. Masquerade rules were in effect, so even if the mask was minimal there was at least the 'implication' of vague anonymity but that didn't stop her gesturing towards the host of drinks with a broad grin and a cloud-eyed wink after the temporary distraction of his party garb. Blakes arrival too and his immediate gravitation towards the booze made her giggle and she gave him a friendly wave.

"Devil-darling. The drugs are over there too. just don't die. Come hold my hand later if you like~". The slightly additional paleness of the already pale young man caused her to tilt her head as she wiggled her fingers.

The feeling of 'eldritch drunkenness' from Free caused her skin to prickle and she giggled again, knocking back the rest of her drink and once again, another top up. She'd not be outdone by a squidge of dark space in a party hat, though she would absolutely try to keep up.

"doesnt he look absolutely darling in his party hat?" she tittered to noone in particular, but Dorian and his uni-Corny puns had her snicker into her glass. "...awful that was just awful." she grinned. "...very correct though. i'm pretty certain we have enough to get everyone in the town to get properly improper"

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) sauntered up behind Blake and put a warm hand on his shoulder. Did he always feel that warm? Or was he making himself feel that way NOW, part of the costume? "My goodness, Devil perhaps you should look for the wine. The color may do you some good," he said, innocent and light-hearted as he gave the pale shoulder a squeeze. Dinah's welcome and Dorian's punniness pulled another chuckle from him. "The hosts are gracious and stunning as always. Is impropriety the goal of today's festivities?" He certainly didn't mean anything awful by that-- absolutely not. Stepping around the Eldritch squiddle - which he did feel, through some layers of association - he dipped his head in a little bow at the Free-range void to hover near the twin and table and peer at the wine on offer.

Blake Jermyn blinks as he hears the eldritch, echoing voice, looking around for its source before spotting Free bounce and wiggle by his feet. Holy SHIT. That was the cutest thing he'd ever SEEN. It had a little mask and everything... "Hey lil dude!" He said, eyes twinkling with delight as the fizzy sensation of Free's intoxication rolled over him too, "you want some?" He just knelt down by Free, upending the bottle a little bit as he held it out to it, like he would do to feed bottled water to a dog or cat. How the hell did Free even drink? Did he just, pour the booze over it like he was watering a plant? His head cocked, curious.

He shook his head at Dorian, beaming. "Uni-bro... You throw a hell of a rager man, this is amazin'..." He beamed at Dinah as well, waving to her from across the room. "That's the goal!" He called out to her, grinning wide as he waved, trying his best not to let on exactly how accurate of a statement that was. "And yeah, lil dude's ADORABLE..." Then that hand. On his shoulder. He froze, his face going red as a stoplight as for once, his silver tongue stilled. Blake's skin was also unusually warm, and heating up even quicker at the contact.... Calm it down, buddy. It was literally only a week ago you found out exactly how bad of an idea THAT particular pursuit is... Blake lets out a shaky breath as he tries to pull himself together enough for a snarky comment. "Yeah yeah whatever, I drink what I want...." So saying, he immediately went in for another pull of bourbon.

One Who Is Free 's pseudopods wrap around the bottle in Blake's hand, and a few more sprout from its body in response to Dorian's encouragement to indulge in abundance.

The living imperfect ideal of freedom didn't have to be told twice at that point, the 'squidge of dark space' grabbing in addition a bottle of gin, a bottle of vodka, a bottle of wine...

Oh dear, that was a lot.

It's tipping the bourbon bottle over itself just as Blake had guessed, watering itself like a plant, the liquid vanishing away into the empty space after a moment of entwinement with ten thousand miniscule stars; and as it does so, the starlight seems to effuse the squidge, the light shining a bit brighter.

It pulls the bottles into its body, starting to roll away while warbling some kind of drifting hum that couldn't be called anything other than immensely satisfied with itself, its party hat bobbing up and down like a sailboat in the midst of a violent storm.

Was it really any doubt that anything but impropriety be the end of this party? It surely would not, and Free's presence likely would only add to that certainty. Its body twists like a cyclone in response to Roesler's bow, though, before returning to an orb-like state, the bottles of alcohol floating around inside itself.

There's an aura of... Looseness, about the not-quite amoeba, increasingly non-Euclidean in form and shape as it consumes the alcohol. People's inhibitions around it were being lowered, their baser desires pushing to the surfaces - that simultaneously suffocating and uplifting feeling of being shown a thousand new open doors, each a possibility unto themself.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn had left off his rings and the necklace he always wore this day, but not his urbane accent and the way his laughter could resound under the mask he donned. There remained the ringing of laughter, watching both the devil and the celestial globule, added to general mirth. A mirth that was simultaneously bravely projected and somewhat true. He'd grab up a bottle himself and then turn his back to devil and blobby to chug, and turning again with a few coughs he'd question his friend, "A rager? That's a good thing is it not?"

The long face tilted on it's man neck to an inquisitive 45 degree angle.

Dinah (dollihead) cocked her head to one side at the sight of the Dr's hand on Blake's shoulder and for a moment...just a moment..the grip on her glass tightened just a fraction before she took a deep breath, another drink and entertained herself with stirring the little silver sword piercing the olives around in her martini. Roesler's words as he neared the table she was stood beside though had her expression turn mischievous.

"flattery. Isn't a little bit of impropriety the intention of every party?" her words painted in mock-innocence. "The city has been so dreary of late. people need something to cheer them up" she tinked the little sword against her glass.

"Careful dear.. he'll drink the lot~" she gestured the olive-sword towards Free with a smile "We have plenty, however."

Free's uninhibited self-watering made her smile brightly. The first she'd opened the door for here, and she gave his choices a little applause. She reached out for a lemon wedge from the offering of fruit and tossed it towards it.

"darling, to follow the vodka with~" she partially wanted to see if the goop would pucker and react to the acidity of the lemon.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) tracked down an attendant to pour him a bottle of what was apparently a suitable vintage of wine before shuffling sideways to stand closer to Dinah. The spice and citrus scent he typically wore was doffed in the favor of something sea-breezy and tropical, like the beaches before they'd all turned sour and dead-things-laden. He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned as he observed Free's antics from across the room. "Well one always has to ask. Some in the Victorian age liked to through ghastly proprietary parties, after all. But you could never do anything ghastly, my dear. Improper or not, I'm sure it'll be a lovely soiree." He accepted his wineglass when it was brought to him and raised it in a toast. "To our masked and magnanimous hosts," he said loudly enough to carry to the others.

Blake Jermyn giggled as Free began to properly sauce itself, gleefully pouring more booze on top of it in addition. "Yeah dude! Get SMASHED!" He giggled delightedly, riding Free's high right along with it. A little finger-wave as the blob rolls off on its blobby way, beaming as both alcohol and Free-ness begins to work on his brain.

"Oh, yeah, rager's a GREAT thing! It's like, a party, but only the CRAZIEST parties with the most drugs and booze get to qualify. So, like this, exactly like this." He bounced excitedly on his feet, clearly overjoyed by the opportunity to ruin Dorian's polite, upperclass vocabulary even more. He completely missed the Look Dinah cast his way when Roesler touched him, grinning back at her with sauced obliviousness. "Yeah, feed Free a lemon! I wanna see what happens...." Roesler's toast earned him a glare, but he held up his bottle all the same and took a hearty gulp, despite his speech already beginning to slur and run into itself a little bit. "T'the hosts... They're fuckin' rad....."

One Who Is Free had had the lemon after a brief moment of impulsive decision-making at the garden party too - following suit after Hunter just for the chance to experience the sensation.

That didn't stop it from making the same decision AGAIN, a feeling that Hunter, somewhere, was almost certainly cringing over - since, just like the last time, Free immediately splashes apart into a puddle of void and distant stars on the hardwood flooring, quivering and vibrating as EVERYTHING puckers. Blake definitely gets his wish - he more than sees what happens.

Everyone does, since this time it's not only the eldritch who feel it - everyone in the room and attending feels that feeling of a PUCKERING lemon, except through the whole body.

Even if it's not outright unpleasant, it's certainly very STRANGE, but everyone probably gets the sense that Free finds this 'fun', perhaps because of how unique a sensation it is.

The puddle jiggles and vibrates on the floor to the sound of the music, so evidently nothing's really wrong with One Who Is Free Free. In fact it even manages a pseudopod that holds up the bottle of wine in response to Niles' toast, before promptly tipping it back over onto itself, the wine-dark liquid getting lost in the empty space.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || THe fragrance of all the cut roses around the house gave way to a sweeter aroma: that of opium smoke wafting through the air, enjoyed by a partygoer. When the long tall ocean and shore made a toast to the hosts, the unicorn agreed, "Hear hear!" He'd turn from the people nearest him once more to the loom bearing corner and lift the mask just enough to tip a bottle between his lips.

He was thankfully hid behind his mask again when the pucker of a citrus ran through him, chasing away the brandy's afterburn. A moment or two later, he'd be laughing and laughing. To Blake, with him, who'd earn a quiet, "Do you need a couch, my friend truly? You know this place is as a home to you." The feeling of a smile and a warm one would have to do, produced post pucker, and perhaps in the tilt of the unicorn mask.

Dinah (dollihead) shifted her stance so as Niles shuffled closer, she'd slink closer too. She tilted her head to look at the vibrant floral pattern of his shirt, lifting her gaze towards his mask and she laughed. "Clearly you were at the wrong parties. or at least, in the wrong rooms of the right ones. A lot of our parties back in the day were far less sedate but alas, I was usually hostessing in the drab ones" she lifted her glass to toast towards him and took a drink "to our equally masked and delightful guests"

Blake attempting to keep up with Free made her giggle, the fact that he was already most of the way pished clearly some amusement to her. "Don't worry, darling. if you get to the point where you can't stand, we have the space" she made a vague gesture to the upstairs, nodding at Dorian's offer too "Or, just remain where you hit the floor and we'll probably not draw on you." Probably.

And then the lemon hit, exploding Free into the pucker-puddle and afflicting them with the same, causing her to cringe away and burst into a peal of giggles. "that wasn't fair, I didn't even have any of the lemon" she feigned a wail with another laugh. She shuddered again with another grimace through a smile.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli is rather nervous. The trip from the Esher house to hear didn’t take long. There was no one around, no one saw him. He had worked on this mix of glamor and .. no glamor for hours and had even, gasp, muttered to himself while he worked. The ropey lines of his tattoos move and pulse like a living thing, fading into his flesh and pulsing to life, spreading and merging. But that isn’t the most interesting thing about his appearance today. For this party.. he has brought a galaxy with him. Stepping up onto the porch, he hesitates then lifts a hand to knock upon the door. It’s a timid sound. It trails off even, as he has second thoughts about attending this. There are going to be a bunch of people here and he doesn’t really do that. People. They tend to bump into his wings.

The pixie stands there torn, a glance shifted over his shoulder toward the relative safety of the Esher house. A sifting haze of dust clouds the air about him and the fog retreats as his ring of cold expands a couple feet around him. Nerves.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) is oddly affected by the citrus pucker, amplified or filtered or whatever occurs to the sensation from Free to squiddle to squiddle-progenitor. He slaps a hand to his face and leans back against the table and for a moment, his whole form seems to shudder until he holds up a finger and excuses himself, simply turning and pitching out the window, where a heavy thud of serpentine coils and a loud hiss can be heard in the grass. (( BRB RL callin, skip me for a few ))

Blake Jermyn beams with wide-eyed delight as free devours the lemon, leaning in close to see how a blob of concentrated starstuff could possibly pucker. "Yeah lil guy, eat uuuuuaaaaaaaaah-...." His eyes went wide as an explosion of SOUR rolled through his entire body, in a way he'd never thought possible before. But this was a boy who ate warheads for fun, so once it was over, Blake grinned wide with delight. "Holy shit, that was AWESOME! You wanna try again, lil guy?" But... Maybe after the party. So the rest of the guests didn't kill him.

As Dorian noticed that perhaps, just perhaps, he might not be the picture of health, he just turned up the wattage in his smile in a way he hoped was reassuring. "I'm alright, probably just... Just need some uppers to balance all the booze with, y'got uppers, right?" Dinah earned another bright peal of giggles, and fingerguns aimed in her direction. "If y'all don't draw dicks on my face if I pass out, I'm gonna be straight up DISAPPOINTED...." And then the giggles turn to guffaws

when Roesler is slapped full-bore with lemon. He doesn't even TRY to hide how hard he's laughing at him. Mean? Maybe a little. But hey, it was a potent combination of schadenfreude and actual hilarity. As Eli enters, the rather shy wallflower gets a cheerful wave and a gasp. "Dude, you look AWESOME....." 

One Who Is Free just vibrates more in response to the protests issued by Dinah, the puddled cosmic amoeba-thing just absolutely basking in the sensation of pure, unadulterated lemon. It burbles in a wordless, eldritch babble that probably gives some of the less eldritch beings around here a mild headache, less a matter of pressure and more a sudden, terrifying absence of it.

But then the sensation would fade, replaced again by the distant abstract fuzziness of the 'form of drunkenness', the abnormally lowered inhibitions.

Eli, especially, would feel those inhibitions, his nerves and social anxieties, starting to fall away as he enters the Windgrace estate; Free RADIATES an aura of looseness that only grows stronger as it pours more of the alcohol into its starry silhouette, an increasing aura of non-restriction, something at once suffocating and liberating, dreadful and comforting. That terrifying feeling that Eli could do -anything-.

The puddle kind of sloshes in Eli's direction, evidently curious about the starlit pixie - composed more of the light of space, of closer realms rather than distant horizons, but no less of cosmic origin than the incarnation of Platonic liberty.

It bobbles in response to Blake's invitation. Blake gets the distinct sense of an agreement, a mild echo of the feeling of the puckered sour and the entertainment it provided. ((Yis, gl caelll <3333 ))

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes) chuckles gaily at the abounding merriment, and when Eli walks in to be regaled by Blake, Dorian appends a "hear hear!" Just after that, the unicorn bobs his long head yes in answer to his raven haired devilish friend's quandary. "If you mean something that will pep up your step then please do step around here."

He'd turn around to about 270 degrees from where he stood and make for the table with a golden bunny head, holding out a hand to welcome the devil to some skis so to speak. There was a mountain of cocaine already cut up into lines. Small wonder the golden bunny looked so please despite being mounted to a platter.

Dinah (dollihead) watched in abject bafflement as Niles tossed himself out of the window, and she had nearly leaned out to peek when she was distracted by the knock at the door. Instead of checking on the snake in the yard, she giggled and peered to the door instead and gave a beaming smile when she recognized her most studious of students.

"It's good to see you~!" she gushed "I didn't know if you'd come! Come, come. we've got lots of alcohol, and sweet things, and music. We just fed the little man there-" she paused to gesture her drink towards the blob of reforming eldritch starstuff who was getting himself utterly blitzed and filling the room with his energy "A lemon. I don't recommend it." she grinned.

Blakes' request for uppers had her gesturing her olive-spear towards the piles of drugs where Dorian was already leading him. "Cocaine by the rabbit...ah, already found it. Careful with the razor" she offered helpfully. She'd trust him to be able to manage his own tolerance, at least, beaming towards her unicorn-masked twin. As the song changed to something a little more upbeat she shifted a little, semi-dancing on the spot. So far she'd only been at the alcohol, but that was sure to change by the end of the evening

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli has no idea who Blake is and he totally missed Nile’s presence as he suddenly made an escape. Despite this he offers up a smile that is chased off his face within moments of its sacrifice to the man dressed in red. Entering the house and being drawn to ward those gathered, he pauses at base of the stairs and lifts a hand to twiddle his fingers in a greeting as he glances about to locate someone, anyone he is actually familiar with. The nerves grow more intense which prompts a Starfall of pixie dust about him. When the little galaxy rolls his way, he looks down to determine if they are a person... or a pet? Sometimes it is really hard to tell. He greets it the same way regardless. “Ah.. Hello.” And then no doubt doses the poor chap in a nice helping of dust.

And then there is Di. Between Free’s good vibes and recognizing a Windgrace, he thinks, The relief is evident, even behind the mask affixed to his face. “Professor! I hope I am not too terribly late. I had to come up with .. something to masquerade as.” He looks down uncertainly at himself and then up again. Its not exactly a masquerade for him. More like.. a glimpse of his true self. His hands come together, and an illusionary ball is formed in the cup of the digits. He begins to nervously roll and spin this about, twiddling with a galaxy.

Blake Jermyn giggled as Free blasted him with more fizzy lemon drunkenness. "You're the best, lil guy.... Fuckin' GOT Roes, too.... I'd high five ya, but, y'know, no hands..." More delighted laughter, before he made his wobbly way after Dorian. "I, uh, ain't used to walkin' in heels," he mumbled softly, an excuse for why he was already so unsteady in his step as he at last let go of that banister. "Oh man.... Dude... I can't believe I'm DOING this," he said softly, his tone more of a marvel than apprehension, thanks to Free's obliterating of his inhibitions. Blake usually stayed a mile away from anything harder than weed, but hey, he needed a little something extra to keep the pep in his step today, and that something extra was present in droves.

His hands shook as he attempted to cut a line, making more of a little wavery pattern from the trembling, and then he blinked down at it. "So like... How do I actually do this?" The only thing he'd ever snorted in his life was pixie stix in 6th grade. It had mostly been painful.

One Who Is Free wobbles around, sloshing about and coiling around Eli's feet. As the pixie dust falls into the black void which comprised its presence, the distant stars in its deep depths flicker with life, and its aura grows stronger, mixing with a heady pulsing of drug-fueled euphoria, the idea of a consuming happiness that starts to string together the participants at the party - hazing some parts and making yet more vivid everything else.

Eli wouldn't be wrong in that Free was difficult to classify - either way, though, the eldritch void seemed to spill back into a loosely-held-together puddle as it indulges in the new experience of pixie dust, pulsing with the rhythm of the music while its magic continued to feed the crowd.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes) did Blake the favour of straightening up his line, and then produced from his own pocket a rolled fifty pound note made into a near cylinder which he'd set to tray and then lifting his mask, to nostril then snooooort it in. And once the taste hit, so did the snap to consciousness. The unicorn nickered and offered over the maskshift straw white mane shaking as he did. "Like that," came the strained voice who'd maybe just maybe overdone it just wee bit in demonstrating. Nevermind that half his demonstration was likely obscured by mask and wig. He sure didn't.

Dinah (dollihead) shook her head at Eli's uncertainty and she gave him a beaming smile "I'm just glad you came! you're always so shy, I wasn't sure you actually would. Relax, darling. we're all friends here." she stepped around Free to rummage in the large ice bucket by the stairs to find something suitably sweet, finding a bottle of chocolate liqueur and offering the entire bottle towards Eli.

"here, love. Have a drink, listen to some music, if it gets too much, you know where the books are, and the staff will make you tea too if you want some" she said reassuringly, but then paused, eyes wide and she turned to stare at blake when it seemed the little reprobate didn't know how to do coke. Now that was the shock of the night.

"Remind me when we're sober, and I shall teach you how to walk in heels. They used to be fashionable for men..." she called over, giving a little cheer as Dorian demonstrated how to do it properly. As Free continued to bliss out on the floor, she giggled again and snapped her fingers for one ofthe staff. "Put my friend here in a punchbowl and fill it with whatever alcohol you fancy. he'll be fine~" she paused "...just put a sign on it that it probably shouldn't be drunk from" she added, drifting closer to Eli once more with a playful smile.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) walked back in on two feet and only slightly ruffled... to what looked like a unicorn snorting cocaine. Goodness. Smoothing his hair out of his face he straightened his mask and went back to reclaim the glass of wine he had, luckily, left floating by the windowsil in his prior escape. "...my deepest apologies," he grumbled at Dinah, squinty stare peering around to look for Free in case there were more citrusy things nearby. Instead he spotted Eli and raised his glass to the pixie once it was in his hand again. "Well hello, dear little friend. I don't think I ever properly thanked you for your part in my recovery, so... thank you. Let me pour you a drink?" he offered, chuckling and shaking his head as Dinah ordered that Free be left to loiter in a punchbowl. "...well, this is shaping up to be a long and eventful evening, I see."

Blake Jermyn observed through drunken, half-lidded eyes as Dorian demonstrated, then nodded. "Ooooooh, yeah, like in Pulp Fiction....." At least that sounded SORT of like a reference that made sense for the times. "Yeah... Yeah... L-lemme try....." Reaching into his corset and withdrawing a crumpled and sweaty five-pound note, he attempted to copy Dorian and got mmmmooooost of the coke in there. "W-wow-...." A gasp, his eyes glittering, his heart racing, the room suddenly ten thousand times more ALIVE than it had already been. "This is, really awesome stuff, really fun, I dunno why I was scared of tryin it before like I guess it could get like way worse down the line but I feel on top of the WORLD right now man you're like the best ever thanks."

As Free puddled out and Dinah scooped it back up and into a bowl, Blake waved over to it. "Bro. BRO. We're gonna turn you into the most epic bowl of jungle juice there ever WAS! This is gonna be GREAT and yeah Di or deer or whatever I kinda gotta wear heels for one've my job now so bein' able to walk in 'em without trippin' over my own feet would be like, fuckin' great and shit, thanks for offerin'." The only damper on this already perfect day then walked through the door, and Blake glared furiously and ineffectually at Roesler as he settled himself back into the party. Stupid sexy Roesler....

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli curiously watched Dorian teaching Blake how to snort coke. Eli is not exactly a worldly pixie but he has spent a great deal of time watching humans from the shadows. He knows what that stuff is but maybe has not experienced it before. Curiously, he leans in and peers to try and catch a better view but that is all hose head and mane. A shrug is given and then his attention is directed toward his favorite professor, “Oh, Miss Dinah, you are too kind.” This said when she gives him a CHOCOLATE liquor. His eyes widen and lips can’t help but twitch into a happy smile. Ever seen a Pixie on sugar? No? You will TODAY.

Turning to peer toward Rose when he enters, the pixie beams in greeting as he is ever so casually unscrewing the cap on the bottle he is holding. “I am happy I could help. And even happier to see you in one piece now. All healed up.” The bottle is then lifted to show the prize that Dinah has delivered upon him and then the pixie lifts the bottle to take that first delightful sip. It

 abruptly turns into a guzzle, both hands lifting to the bottle and the little galaxy spinning off into the space about him.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes) tromped and tramped where he stood while the stuff took up zinging around his veins. He felt like dancing. So what he did was go to the record player, change the record mid song and put on one of his favouriites before dancing his way back from the record player with a hop, turn, stomp. As the music kicked in he'd make the vicinity near him, where Free had just been into a makeshift dance floor. He remained mindful enough not to gore anyone with his horn. WHen he turned his arms whipped around before his head did anyway.

Dinah (dollihead) 's smile turned mischievous when Niles came back in and she stifled another laugh. "I had no idea you didn't like lemons that much. Definitely something to remember" she teased, gesturing to where Free was being...poured into the bowl and another bottle of something poured over the top of him "it's for his own good. as people start to become a little less steady on their feet they might step on him. Now then, it does seem as though you've a little catching up to do, doesn't it? are you alright now?"

Di grinned and tossed back the rest of her own drink, getting herself a refill. fourth? fifth? she hadn't been counting. Either way she bobbed her head towards Blake and nodded again as Dorian showed Blake how it gets done "we shall absolutely get you walking in them. by the end of the lessons you'll be able to sprint in them" She nodded matter-of-factly, though she cackled as Eli turned his attention onto the bottle.

"steady, love. if you're not a drinker that is going to hit you like a brick" she prewarned him, but she'd not make any attempt to stop him. If the entire evening could be an exercise in being a bad influence, she'd consider it a successful party. Her free hand reached to bat at the little galaxy that Eli had let wander and she bobbed along with the music as dorian shifted the tempo and she nodded, watching him in some admiration with a smile on her face.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) raised a brow as Eli chugged. Oh, the sugar content. And the booze content. There was a good amount of hesitation, some contemplativeness as Dinah teased about his lemony-weakness, more of it seeping into his features as she mentioned how little he'd actually had to drink thusfar. He was not typically seen under influences that weren't his own doing, but... it was a party, and hostess and host ruled these things. So a few bottles floated out of the ice - vodka, rum, tequila, gin... some fruity liqueurs. They hovered around the doctor as he turned to Dinah. "Do you have a watermelon?"

Blake Jermyn's face LIT UP as soon as Dorian began to dance. Dancing!!! That was a great idea!!!! Immediately, he began to join in, his jelly-wobbly legs nearly giving out from under him several times, his skill levels significantly diminished from their usual by the intoxication and his poor health, but he still manages something vaguely approaching halfway decent. "Wheeeee....."

"Dude, sprinting in heels would fuckin' ROCK!" He giggles delightedly mid-spin, nearly careening into a table only to catch himself at the last moment, "like anyone who can do that shit's... fuckin'... fuckin awesome damn....." Another glare at Roesler. Oh, that showoffy fuck, making watermelon jungle juice with his psychic powers.... He'd show him. Before this party was through, he'd SHOW him.....

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) made it down the stairs, and took a long step over the rop that kept visitors out of rthe upper levels of the house, besides the washroom of course. The mask he had on hooded his eyes and he squinted a bit as he looked around. He was able to see clearly those that mingled about, and caught the voice of Niles asking on a watermeleon as bottles floated around him. He blinked a couple of times at the lack of clothing he had on, but just smirked to himself as he stepped out from the foyer area and over to where the drinks were. Which was everywhere. Chewing his lip, he decided on something at the table just beyond Eli, stepping past people as he got there, and stared down at the bevy on display.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn was in coke and bandy heaven, dancing at home where he often did, but with his friend nearby. He'd keep a close eye on the devil, his horned friend, making sure to step in if he seemed unsteady ready to catch the other. The visibility wasn't the best in his horsefaced mask, but he'd do his best. To the devil dancing in heels, he'd call, "You should see my sister dance, she is a vision in high heels. Covetous eyes fall upon her shapely legs indeed."

He'd turn to gaze Dinah's way and seeing Drystan between here and there he'd whoop, a sound Drystan had heard Dorian make before, particularly in crowds. The white lady in his veins kept his dance hopping.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): The sweet elixir of chocolate alcohol has a wonderous affect on the ever so reserved Eli. He comes up for a breath with barely a quarter of the bottle imbibed but is already flush in the cheeks and swaying. The dessert drink is clutched closely to his chest in an almost loving embrace and he chirps. This reminds the player that they hadn’t specified that Eli was using the telepathy to speak but really, this is how he’d be communicating. Even with the blob of FREE goo. Woo.

The sugar in Eli’s system is going to have the most interesting of affects. Mostly in that things that were so calmly regulated before begin to flare and fizzle. And that happy look on his face. But the room will get very cold. Then warm up again, then cold again. The dust will fly – the staff will be hard pressed to get it all out of Di’s carpets, but this is not a new problem. He visits frequently and always leaves a trail of the glittery good stuff.

Dinah (dollihead) 's expression turned bemused at the request for a watermelon and she nodded, snapping for one of the staff to scurry. at least this was a slightly more sane request than 'put that blob in a bowl'. "Im certain we have one somewhere" she paused and gave a happy squeal as Drystan emerged, bouncing across to press a kiss to his cheek.

"there you are, darling. the boys have already started on the cocaine, and you missed Free getting struck with a lemon. it went everywhere, it was hilarious and awful" she caught him up with what he'd missed thusfar, turning her smile onto the coked up devil and unicorn dancing around the place and she grinned at Dorian's compliments.

"You are always more of a dancer than I am, darling" she paused at the slight sensation of that flickering powder of Eli's landing on her bare skin and she paused, her drink hand coming to swipe a finger across the light glittery sheen on her arm. And, naturally, when someone had just accidentally spritzed you with a party drug, she popped her finger into her mouth, swiping up a little more to stir from her fingertip into her martini. Dinah on pixie dust. Oh dear.

Hector: the Grim Reaper rounds to peer into the parlor where everyone was dancing, getting drunk/high etc.  He merely stands there, sipping a cup of ginger tea.  He's not getting close to anyone, neither dancing or otherwise.  A hand drifts down to rest upon his lower abdomen as eyeless sockets stare out at the goings on.  He might be smiling or that might just be his teeth.  Either way a black fog trickles around him as he leans against the entry way and remains silent for the time being.

Blake Jermyn didn't quite recognize Drystan as he descended the stairs, the mask obscuring a good amount of his face, and his hair completely different than he'd last seen it. That haircut, wild and messy and uneven though... "Dude, your hair's COOL!" he called out to the possibly-a-stranger, "I didn't think punk even existed yet, I fuckin' love it!" It wasn't long before he was whirling away again, caught up in the giddy dancing with his best friend Dorian at his side. Blake had always been a ray of particularly bright joie de vivre, but boy, today? He was really LIVING!

"Is it like, cold and hot and cold and hot and cold again in here?" he murmured dizzily, "or is that just me?" A wavery little giggle. Truth be told, he'd been feeling pulses of cold and hot for days now, but, that was probably nothing to worry about. It was fine. He was fine. Hector gets a bright, cheerful smile and wave despite his wise reclusiveness, Blake happy to see him all the same.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) leans into Dinah's kiss and he does indeed get dusted by the nearby Eli, but he's mostly covered from neck to toe, save his hands, some fell there, leaving him glittery, and he smiled, "Hello dear, Sounds like things are shaping up then." He dranks down a glass of champagne and then poured another, turning to catch Blake yelling at him about his hair. "Oh...Well, glad you think so?" He ran a hand over his colder ear and huffed out a breath. He glanced around seeing coke and the opium laid out in the living room, and the swing music was ..well ..in full swing. He picked up a little cracker covered in cream cheese and tomato, and a glittering of pixie dust, and popped it in his mouth, chewing contemplatively. Dorian's Whooping made him smile and he took a long drink to wash the cracker down.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli isn’t a very good dancer. Not in his biggie form. He is far more graceful in flight. The idea strikes him that maybe he might want to take flight and for some reason, that sounds like /THE BEST/ idea. So he chirps again and then kind of launches himself into the air. He is convinced that there is enough room here. So of course there is. The bottle is lifted to his lips as those iridescent wings spread and then begin to flap, spreading a bit more of pixie dust everywhere. It’s a glittering dust dancing on the currents of air created by his fanning motion that slowly spirals toward the ground. He begins to bob and weave in a tight pattern, joining Blake and the Unicorn as they dance now. All it really took to bring out the joy was a bit of sugar.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn actually can see bits of iridescence that makes him lift up his mask to see if it's real, or if its the cocaine. Spotting that it is real he begins to laugh while dancing and slipping the mask down continues barking that chuffle of amusement into the horse face so that it came out somewhat muted. He hadn't even meant for Dinah to hear him, but when she called to him he blew her a kiss from his horn after a certain spin. He'd only whooped at his brother in greeting, like a strange bird might. Or a strange equine in a room of masked people. It seemed to him he was hitting every step so right, he couldn't, didn't want to stop: cocaine, one hell of a dance enabler.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) had downed the rest of his wineglass so he could focus on facilitating the drifting booze bottles and the addition of the watermelon procured by the staff in coming together. He HAD NOT realized how much pixie dust had gotten into the glass. Which was a substantial amount. One finger swirled about in the air and little circles carved out of the watermelon rind, just wide enough for the bottles, now uncorked, to force their way in. Booze guzzled into the fleshy interior of the fruit and the whole thing deposited itself back into a clearing that had been made in the booze basin. RATHER loose in the propriety department, the doctor reached to grasp at Dinah's hand. The knock-knock on her mind was a quick and urgent one, only to be followed by the image of a woman twirling into the curl of a man's arm in dance. It was the most heads-up he gave before tugging on Dinah to attempt to pull her in with his arm curled about her waist so he could ask, "I don't suppose you have a tap to put in that melon?"

Dinah (dollihead) 's eyes would be dilating if it weren't for her blindness as the pixie dust rolled through her system. A new substance even for her, and for a moment she was fixated by the glittering in her glass, despite having put it there a moment before. Wiping her hand on her dress turned into brushing her fingers over the complicated beadwork, giggling a little to herself. She nodded up to her elder brother, a pleased expression on her face.

"So far so good~" she agreed, watching Blake and Dorian dancing, though the occasional chill made her wriggle on the spot. Catching sight of Hector, she gave him a friendly wave and gestured past where Dorian and Blake were to the yet-unoccupied comfy chairs around the yet-unused opium pipes. As Eli started to get into the spirit of things too, dancing in midair and glitteringn everything around him. She giggled, reaching her free hand up towards him in an attempt to catch some of it between her fingers but instead just ending up wth it covering her palm. It was then that Dori blew her the kiss so she sauntered closer and blew one back, distributing the pixie dust towards the two already coked up dancers before she took her turn at the mirror with a tap-tap of the razor, brushing her nose as she stood again. That at least she was far more used to.

As she danced back towards where she had been and she felt the mental, urgent knocking she turned towards the doctor at the invitation to dance and she giggled, careful not to cover him in martini as she pressed herself to his side.

"We probably have something from the beer kegs? would that work?"

Hector: wiggles his bony fingers in a wave to Blake cutting a rug on the dance floor.  Of course people would recognize him.  Who else would go to the masquerade dressed as the Grim Reaper?  He's not sure how he feels about being out dressed like this, really.  Drystan had slowly been watching Hector twist and change into the literal personification of the Grim Reaper, but he hadn't shown anyone else.  Plus, this was...advanced.  He wanted to gage people's reactions to it.  So far it was nothing but waves and smiles, but then again, he'd waited until everyone was a little sauced. Not only that, he'd had morning sickness...hence the ginger tea.  Not even any of the fruit looked particularly appealing right then, but he knew he needed to grab a snack.  He peered over his shoulder to the piano, only to see that it was practically hollowed out to make room for more alcohol.  So he turned right back to the room and stood there, sipping his tea quietly.  Eyeless sockets turned to watch Drystan nomming fairy dust covered food and he let out a half chuckle that rumbled like thunder.  Thankfully it was mostly drowned out by Swing Music.  He's momentarily captured by Drystan's fine rear in lovely slacks and would eventually reach out with his mind to make it feel like a little tap to Stan's shoulder.  If he looked over he'd see the Reaper blowing a 'kiss' from his lipless maw swirled in black.  Of course, then Eli was flapping around spreading dust everywhere.  He took a half step back to keep out of the line of dusting, a hand going over the top of his teacup so none would get in there.  He didn't recognize Niles at all, but then his back is turned and he's dressed like a surfer.  He never would have guessed.  Then Dinah was gesturing to the seats and he just made a little quick shake of his head.  He didn't know who knew and who didn't at this point, but when he pointedly stayed away from all alcohol and drugs and only sipped tea...a few may begin to wonder if they hadn't already.

Blake Jermyn gave Drystan an energetic two thumbs up, grinning wildly before his dancing twirled him away again, carrying his light llittle feet all across the room. Man, his hunch had been right, cocaine is FANTASTIC medicine for when you're sick! Another whoop of delight as Eli took to the air above the dance floor, Blake waving delightedly up at him. "Heya Wallflower! Good to have ya with us man!" Of course, what he HADN'T realized, was that the shy, glittery man he'd just dubbed Wallflower was just that moment dumping boatloads of pixie dust down onto him.

Immediately, that tingly-warm-delicious feeling piled right onto all the rest of the intoxicants and delerium in his system. "Oh... Oh shit... What was in that bourbon, spanish fly?" A haze of gleeful giggles, not seeming at all bothered by this possibility.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) turned as he felt his shoulder tapped, but Eli was in the air above him, and no one else was closeby. It was then that he spied the skull that was less a mask and more of Hector's trueform learning againt the doorway, hand over his tea. He smiled and excused himself over to him, and walked up, arms open to take him into a warm embrace. "Hey you. Decided you felt okay enough to make an appearance? I'm glad. Please dnt feel like you have to mingle, or anything...just, let me know if you need anything okay?" He would kiss him, but there was still something really weird about kissing that golden enhanced bone that struck him oddly, and instead he rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): The ceiling above is a lot closer than Eli was expecting. The thrusting lift of his wings has him bumping the top of his head against it and then dipping down toward the ground, dangling there like a party piñata. Or a pixie shaped disco ball. He spreads his arms out to either side and tilts his head back, spinning and swaying above the dancer’s heads, feet maybe accidently making contact with a random shoulder. When that happens he giggles as if tickles and curls into a ball, body spinning and releasing more dust.

Hector is out of range of all that dust, thankfully. He and his little ones don’t need to be experiencing the E effect. But now that the pixie is airborn.. the party has /really/ started. Blake’s comments get a grin from the glittery man and then a more through dusting, He then brings his hands together to make more bubble – more galaxies that he releases to bob and dance through the air amongst the dancers. Music? Check. Drugs and Dust? Check. Light effects? Check.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes) knickered when Di passed him by and improvised a bow into his dance as she did before turning his eyes up to the winged person dancing in a new dimension in a way he'd never considered. This called for a sound of awe and pointing from a brain that was not finding words as readily as dance moves just now. He wanted Blake to acknowledge it, only to see that was also happening. He was a laughing, dancing unicorn, glad he'd no need for any further substances when riding out the ones he was on, music and people, and booze and dusts. He'd try to answer Blake, "Who knows? It comes from whatever they can scratch together across the pond. So I guess you do! You know! AHahahahahahahaha"

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) uncurled his arm as if to swing her back out to the dancefloor but once extended to the utmost he kept his grasp on her hand. "That'll be more than perfect," he said and tilted that hand to brush his lips against the back of it. "Like some other things." Then he was letting go so he could catch the watermelon that was drifting dangerously close to the floor in his distraction, scooping it up and turning his attention to one of the wandering staff. At least, until Drystan and Hector caught his eye. "It is not death that a man should fear but never beginning to live," he quoted... or paraphrased more like, raising the watermelon over to the Reaper. "Dear Dinah you didn't warn me that your party would be so illustriously attended. I hope he's not here for any of us. Drystan, can you keep Death occupied? At least until the alcohol and drugs have all been properly seen to? It would be so rude to cut the party short with a mournful passing." Either he did not realize or was not letting on what he knew about the man in the skull-face. But he was certainly also covered head to toe in glitter, which meant he cared very little about whether or not the "summer" part of his summer masquerade get-up stayed on.

Dinah (dollihead) had pouted as Hector declined the comfy chairs but then Eli was flapping up a storm above them and glitzing the house with pixie dust and his tiny orbital galaxies that drifted about them like soap bubbles. Dorian and blake were now just as much at getting glittered as she was,

As Niles swung her out again she twirled outwards and giggled, releasing his hand as he did to touch her fingers against his cheek with an impish smile. She resisted the urge to drift closer again, her spot taken by the watermelon and she grinned as she sipped at her dust-spiked drink and once more snapped for one of the staff. So what if it meant one of the staff got dusted too?

"*all* the alcohol and drugs tended to? that might take some time. I hope you've no plans for tomorrow too, else you are seriously underestimating how much alcohol and how many drugs we have" she tittered, finishing her glass. For now, the dust had overtaken the martinis and the coke in her system, a pink flush on her cheeks beneath the deer mask and she bounced along with the music, casually kicking her glass aside with all the behaviour of someone that would absolutely not be cleaning this up tomorrow

Hector: visibly relaxed a little bit when Stan made his way over.  The hand rubbing at his back was wonderful.  He leaned into the other, bones making a faint rattle as he opened his mouth to speak.  It was Hector, but it was a muchier version.  Deep rich, and speaking IN to Stan more than to him. "I'm all right.  Staying near the door and the kitchen in case I have to step out.  I don't think it would do your guests very well to watch a skeleton puke."  He chuckled deep and turned those eyeless sockets to look Stan up and down approvingly.  "I adore the mask.  We almost match."  He teased, leaning in and pecking a kiss to Stan's cheek.  It was cool but somehow soft and still held Hector's scent and adoration in it. "Don't let me keep you.  Please, go have fun."  Bony fingertips with long nails reached up and brushed softly along the shaved side of Drystan's head.  "Do your...siblings know yet?"  He asked curiously, bringing his cup of tea up and taking a sip.  Probably looked weird going in a mouth with no lips, but he didn't seem hindered at all by it.  Then Niles said for Drystan to keep 'death' occupied and he scoffed and held up a hand, palm bones out. "No Scythe in hand, today.  As far as I'm aware, no one in this room needs to be ferried to the afterlife anytime soon.  Though if the fairy dust continues to flow like air, who knows."  He would smirk, but...s'kind of lost without having lips.  Though he did lean to 'whisper' into Stan's ear.  "Is it...too much?"  He motioned to himself curiously.

Blake Jermyn is getting REALLY blasted with the dust now, and between that and everything else, the room is starting to spin. "Whoooooooo.... I feel fuckin craaaazyyyyyyyy," he giggled, blinking up at the cieling as Dorian pointed and wow'd. "Holy shiiiiiiiiiiit, bro that's fuckin'.... that's fuckin' nuts.... Look at winged dude go.... and like, are those real stars and shit? Because that's nuts... You gotta like.... Thank your decorators...." More giggles as Dorian revealed he had no idea if the booze was spiked or not. "Well... I sure feel fuckin'... Fuckin' somethin'.... But like, I'm into it, so-..." A shrug, more delighted gales of laughter, his feet hopping and twirling around Dorian as they danced.

However, he's watching the room, to whatever degree his drug-addled mind can manage, and when Roesler swoops up Dinah's hand and heads over to chat with who he's preeeeeeeetty sure are Hector and Drystan? he sees a perfect opportunity. Letting his dance meander and weave over towards that part of the room, he slowly

Blake Jermyn  twirls closer, closer, closer.... and BITE! He lunged like the little rabid gremlin boy he was, aiming to plant a sharp-toothed bite right on Roesler's arm like an unruly kitten and dance away across the room again before he could catch him, giggling like a little maniac all the while.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) nodded to Hector and turned his head sothat the mask would let him look directly at the eyeless sockets. "Only Dorian. So far..I think I'll wait till after this shindig to inform Di." He shook his head and seemed to let any idea of "too much" go without comment, "You are fine, really. I just lookfroward to when you have flesh again." He turned as Roesler spoke, and lifted his brows. "I entertain Death all the time, we get along famously." NAd before he could do much of anything, Blake as spun and danced and twirled his way to then BITE Roesler's arm and then scurry off. "What the fuck was that about?" He looked puzzled from Roes to Blake and back at Hector. "I feel like I'm missing something." He said wearily. "I need a smoke. Excure me while i have one.." He said to Hec as he made his way past his sister andthe DOctor past the dicoball pixie and the dancing queens. He piled himself up near the opium and pulled out a rolled joint from his silver holder, befre licking it longways and then rolling it over the table in front of him, catching a good bit of the random dust onto it.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes) noticed Hector and his jaw dropped. The mask obscured that of course, but it couldn't obscure that Dorian was staring at the phantasm talking to his brother. It did jar up some pixie dust into his mask. He was sure taht whatever was making him giddy accounted for seeing that reaper face. Others seemed to be fine with it, so he kept right on dancing. The guy wasn't coming for him he was pretty sure. When Blake got back Dorian, yet engroseed in flinging his person around to swinging tones, admitted, "I feel it too. I mean, I feel good. Hahahahahahaha You, up there! You are lovely!" Out the other side of his laughter he'd pointed to Eli again and then shouted up his way.

He took no note of Dinah's company, just now, had completely missed any hanky panky. Obviously, since the horn of his mask was still intact and not impaled upon the island vibe incarnate.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli is totally loving the music. His eyes are half slit and by this point, more than half the bottle of booze he has been nursing is gone. It is then that an amazing thing happens. At least, amazing for anyone who knows the pixie at all. A song comes on that he is very familiar with and without thinking about it, he begins to sing.

His voice lifts and falls with the lyrics. Its clear, balanced, and slides through the notes easily – a miracle considering how infrequently he uses it. The pixie does a little boogie in the air and a spill of shadowy tentacles spill forth from his lips. They begin to writhe and undulate against the ceiling, spreading and feeling out a path with a slithering motion. He is now hovering in a patch of darkness, glittery balls of stars, and pixie dust. Everything is happy – For Eli. The shadows spilling free of his mouth as his voice lifts in song might not be a happy sight for some though.

Everything is good. Its lovely. Its wonderous. And Dorian is calling up to him and saying wonderful things. It pulls the floating pixie closer so he can thoroughly shower the man in dust as a reward for his kind words. The Unicorn is playfully encased in a swirl of dust and freezing shadow. Thus, Eli misses Blake’s snake strike and remains in an oblivious sort of giddy euphoria as he finishes off the last of his bottle of booze and lets the empty bottle fall a foot or so to a nearby table.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) was holding the alcohol-steeped watermelon carefully for the servant that had come by with a beer tap. "Yes, just like that, just stab it in," he instructed - which the poor servant did, just as Blake came by and bit the doctor. Which... naturally made him jerk from the sudden pain, displacing the watermelon so that the tap instead found itself lodged in his palm. Niles let out a curse - a hiss of something that tittered long the lines of the Fae-folk and along the grumble of things that Hunter often spouted and not at all German or English or any mix of the two.  Where Blake had bitten dozens of wriggling, inky black tendrils, small as worms and just as varied in size and thickness, erupted from the wound. They filled the boy's mouth, his throat until he dislodged himself but the moment of contact had occurred, and for a brief few seconds that might've felt longer to both Blake and the doctor, quite a few sensations were shared. Blake's current malaise, level of inebriation - along with Roesler's own much lower levels of drunk but considerable levels of pixie high muddled together. The doctor stumbled back and gripped a hand over the wound, watching as the combined inundation of sensations and the pain sent black inkiness sprawling over the rest of his skin. His wings unfurled from his back, flapping off the shirt and leaving him with only one scant piece of clothing as he rushed forward, quite intent on reaching to grab the pale waif by the throat.

Dinah (dollihead) 's gaze had turned to the red devil as blake had danced closer and closer and... the same stiffness that her had her gripping her drink seemed to freeze through her whole frame and it had probably been a good thing that she had just discarded her glass. Her eyes shining from the concoction of booze and drugs but seemed to glass over just a little.

On the one hand, she didn't want to affect the vibe of the party. Dorian's dear friend. on the other...

It was perhaps a blessing that Eli had started to sing, the shadows pouring from him when the did. She turned her eyes upwards to watch and the tension eased a little.

Until it seemed all hell was breaking loose.

As Niles reverted to his true form and lunged for Blake, perhaps a predictable reaction all things considered and something she had been fighting doing herself, a little pout of displeasure touched her face.

"Niles." the tone of her voice was sharp but not scolding, and she liftd her hands together, twisting the golden ring on her finger that she had received from the tanuki.

Hector: shifted from foot to foot and then nodded.  "Later Dearest.  I'll have all the flesh in the world for you."  He shrugged at the Bite of 87.  "No idea."  But then nodded as he went to slip off for a smoke. "Of course, love.  I might step out onto the porch for a minute for some air."  The dust was getting thick.  He was out of the direct line of it, but it still made him a little bit worried.  He WANTED very much to get high and drunk.  Hector was an addict, but he was determined to be a good parent and not touch a drop until after the kids were born.  He drew in a deep breath, nodding about Di not knowing yet.  Well, that was soon to change.  It was part of the reason to go Reapered out.  He was somehow convinced that he LOOKED pregnant.  Which wasn't entirely untrue.  He was starting to gain weight, his face looked rounder, his hips were wider and though it wasn't in his stomach yet, he certainly had the 'glow' of someone that might be expecting.  Add that to a good dose of morning sickness and who knows. But, a skeleton can't look pregnant, because there's no skin to glow and no fat to show.  He watched the strange goings on for a minute longer and then slipped outside to take some deep, slow, satisfying breaths.  So far the ginger was keeping the nausea down, but he still felt a bit off.  He managed to catch a poor serving girl that was half gone from fairy dust and asked for some simple porridge to be delivered to him in a few moments.  He listens to Eli sing in darkness and Dorian and Blake hooting and hollaring.  It's nice and he drifts to sit down and merely enjoy the music and a bit of a breeze of salt spray coming off the ocean.  He's totally missing the fact that Roesler is making for Blake.  It's good that he's missing it, because his instinct would be to get in between them and that would be VERY BAD.  Nope, he's safely outside about to eat some bland and flavorless.  He does get a weird feeling in his gut.  He reaches a hand down to place upon his abdomen and looks down at himself making a curious noise.  "You ok little ones?"  Blake is their God Father after all.

Blake Jermyn's eyes went wide as what he had intended as a playful little nip ended up having WAY more of an effect than he'd imagined. A tiny strangled scream as his mouth filled up with worms-OH GOD ROESLER HAS WORMS?!-as he's suddenly blasted with everything the German doctor is feeling. That added pixie-dust high only makes him warmer, floatier, gigglier though, as he spins away across the room back to Dorian and Wallflower, squealing with delight as shadowy tentacles spill from Eli, whirling and laughing and oh god Roesler's coming right for him.

A strangled, choked gasp as that hand latches around his throat, his hands reaching to grip weakly at it as he squirmed in Roesler's grasp, offering up a sheepish, nervous, 'I was just playing around I swear' expression.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn was sure that the swirl of glimmer was some sort of ethereal addition to the glory of moving his body about, but also made of Eli who granted him cool and seeing hazy trails of auras when he should be getting heated from exertion. It was all a triumphant feeling in each step, each swing of a limb, and Dorian was happily lost in it. Looking up at the blue wings. Until.

Until there was a certain someone very nearby, with Blake's neck in his hand. This slowed the dazey dance to a stop, while hands became fists. In testament to just how much he was hoping to not have to do what his every instinct told him to, buried deep under the influence, he'd murr, not roar, "Noooooooooooo." To no one in particular. It was not a sound an equine should make. He'd maybe make more words if he wasn't so partified just now. The way he shifted his head would threaten though, so it'd be unclear if Dorian was going to swing or try to gore. Or start dancing once more.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli literally lives in a permanent state of chill. It exudes from him in bands of cold that sweep out across the room, likely making the temperatures inside the house overall drop to cooler levels. He is so blissed out on sugar that the world is hazy. It’s a good and happy haze, a sweet bliss that makes him feel free. And forget himself. Thankfully Eli is not an Empath. Though he is certainly a telepath, the only warning he might have would come with Niles whom he has perhaps kept a tentative connection after their first exchange of pleasantries. His awareness that the man was over there and is now on the dance floor. He turns in the direction that sensation of his presence is coming from, a welcoming fall of dust already being worked up to draw him in to the joy.

And then he sees Roes’ hand around Blake’s throat. Perhaps lays eyes on the injury he boasts? This is confusing. This is a safe place.. right? Why is this stranger in red getting attacked? Confused, he stops singing then flutters back and away from the threat of violence. The steps that have already been taken to enact it. A distressed sound is made and then he flares with an eruption of dust and takes on a form a fraction of his former size – tiny in comparison. The Pixie then zips away from the party room and into the Windgrace Library, accidentally smashing into a servant along the way. She screams, he thumps into a bookcase, then climbs it to hide above it and out if sight.

Jericho comes to the party extremely late. But he had been caring for his Lady, and treating her her a late lunch, cooked in the style of his people. He is still getting used to the fact that his hair and eyes seem to be changing with the cycles of the moon. It's not a normal thing, but his last body had not been carved of fae-transmuted moonstone, and filled with the mutability of change and tied to the cycles that the stone had been named. And thus, his coloration is a bit changed as he walks to the door, and carefully knocks on the door. The music can be heard, and stark blue eyes are hidden after the movement by a blindfold, thin enough that he is not entirely helpless, but thick enough to hide his gaze. It takes him several moments to feel the emotions pooling in about him, to sieve through them, tasting the familiar and savoring the unknown.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) tightened his grip, leaning in with something like a snarl and a sneer at once until he felt the pull of something at his mind. It was undeniable, powerful - that ring had never been used before and as such there was nothing to hold back or meter the influence it exerted. His fingers let go of Blake and the Sidhe swiveled, eyes and focus singularly on Dinah. If she wasn't careful the barrage of sensation, of imagery flooded her mind - pixie dust highs and boozy drunkenness, the amped up jitters of second-hand cocaine. Lungs, beating frantically and broken ribs splayed out like wings. He was striding across the dancefloor purposefully, unblinking eyes fixed on her as his wings beat the pixie dust still remaining in the air from Eli's swift departure around the space. When his hand reached for her it was higher up, still on her beck but cradling her jaw, seeking to pull her upwards off the floor if need be to push his lips against her own in a rough and messy kiss.

Dinah (dollihead) had been tensed as Blake had been grabbed, as dorian's hands had balled into fists. this had every probability of escalating into something horrific and as Eli went Little and fled, she felt a sting of pity for the poor little guy that had been having such a good time. The stranger's arrival had gone unnoticed as she'd waited to see if Roesler had heard her, had the ring worked as intended, or if Blake would have his head popped off like a daisy. And then he turned, and he reached for her. One of her hands reached for the one that had been stabbed with the beer tap and a clumsy pulse of healing flicked through her before he kissed her, reaching her arms around to hold herself to his far taller height, fingernails pricking at his shoulders. She was already reeling, buffeted from the drugs she'd ingested and the onslaught of sensation from the mental connection, falling limp against his chest like a dropped doll.

Hector: was sitting outside on the porch carefully spooning porridge into his lipless maw.  Then Jericho was walking past.  He lifted a hand and waved.  "Good day."  Said the Grim Reaper but he just kept going, so he shrugged and went back to eating.  He thought he heard some ruckus inside, but he doubted that the siblings would let anything ruin their little party.  So he's just going to keep hanging out there and eating his food.  He needed to eat and the more he te the better he felt.  He called to the server again and asked for watermelon NOT taken from the buffet table.  He pointed a bony finger at her and told her, he better now find any Fairy Dust in his fruit.  Then he reached over to play with the bunnies, rubbing them between the ears.  His abdomen lurched again and he reached down with a gasp.  Something wasn't right.  He slowly turned his head and peered in through the window.  He missed Niles having Blake by the throat, but he certainly saw Niles kissing Dinah.  "Oh shit."  And then Dinah...fainted?? He pushed to his feet, the bowl of porridge falling to the ground and breaking with a sharp clatter.  Without thinking about it he ran, turning the corner and dashing inside with a gasp.

Blake Jermyn found himself desperately praying to all the stars, to Yog-Sothoth himself, to any who would listen, to not get hard in front of everyone. But this was proving to be a daunting challenge, with this much pixie dust in the air, and Roesler's strong hand wrapped right, around, his throat.... Oh god. His knees turn to jelly. His face flushes pink. His pupils go as wide as they can get, considering the coke. Fuck.

Dorian's tiny 'nooooooooooo' earns him a strained grin from Blake, his eyes darting over to the unicorn-masked man, offering him a look of true gratitude as he seems about to throw down with Roesler for choking him, even though he's technically the one who started it. That's a real friend right there!

And all at once it was over, a wheezing rush of breath pouring through his lungs as his feet hit the floor, Roesler's hand vanished from around his throat, instead, making a beeline straight for-.... Oh. Fuck. This wasn't going to end well.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) had been sitting in the back, just smoking, and letting things mingle, keeping to himself, just an observer. But then suddenly many things were happening, and the leap of emotions went from happy chill to danger rather quickly. He looked over to watch the whole damned thing unfold in the minute it took or so. Dorian was poised and at the ready and Drystan jumped up, tossing the cigar in the fireplace and reached out withhis mind first to trap his brother in pace before his physicl body could get there. Hector was running in from outside, and Blake just seemed ....very high and confused, judging frmo the looks and feel of him. "Dorian!" He called, not commanded, but with a tilt of question at the end. He would leap at his brother and wrap his arms arou nd him full circle, ensnaring him. He wouldnt have been abel to hold onto him through his own strength but he had plenty more at the ready via his mind. He mumbled a rush of words, "No please brother don't do this, not now..he knows...she doesnt...its a mistake, its just a simple mistake..." HIs mask would come off and get yeeted across the room so that he could friggin see.

Dorian (alexandros.lycomedes): || The unicorn's spectral wings flashed to existence and then faded as he began racing toward a tall winged person, in a flash of white wig and horned long face. His speed and strength would be a match or a challenge to most. The unicorn was seeing red rage and would make the room match. His heart rate was already elevated from the cocaine. He didn't hear the noise he made but it was half a roar, partly a grunt as his brother put an arm bar around him. It wasn't Drystan's strength, it was his voice that stopped the male half of the twinset moving forward.

He'd pull himself from his brother's arms, then take himself out of the party, via window. He just opened and jumped out of the nearest one. The next second he was gone around back, and then up and away.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): The book case has a wall between him and everyone else. Its high Only cats come up here. He hasn’t seen any lurking.. he should be fine. Eli presses back against the wall and shifters as his fear mounts and bubbles. Emotional regulation is hard, he still has the sugar and booze running through him and in this size? Its so much more condensed. There is a literal fall of dust from his perch. The dust trickles down and coats the side of the shelving unit, the doors that enclose it. His wings beat as fast as his heart drums and that is way faster than any human.  A sharper spill of cold spins out from him frosting the wall behind him and capturing his dust in a film of ice that spreads over the class of the bookcase door. He is not very well hidden. His mind just took him here. To the books. To his happy spot. He curls up on the wood and presses his miniature head against the wood, ears straining to catch any sound from the room beyond. He hears the kiss .. but has no idea what that sound is. He can’t place it. It sounds wet and slurpy. He has a view of the front door though. Hector zips in and pauses just beyond it. The look on his face? Yeah, it just spikes poor Pixie boi’s anxiety. The roar from Dorian has him curling up more tightly and Eli makes a soft chirping sound as still more dust falls.

Jericho would have turned at Hector's greetings, his head tilting slowly and dark lips tilting in a friendly smile. Those lips part to return the greeting... and than the other is rushing inside. There is a considering noise... and the tall man follows inside. There are so many emotions spilling free, and so much of them so very blitzed. Probably a good thing his Lady had not been up for the party. The being with the wings making out with the Hostess, that he's only met once before gets a curious glance, but those both are tied up with emotions that he is not pressing at... though he does pull just a little so that he can feed off the excess. He glances about, and than he spots Blake. Blake who looks just a bit debauched, correction, a good deal debauched, and who feels to the Djinn's sensitive palette, like a familiar vintage, heady and with just enough of a bite. For such a large man, Jericho moves very quiet, making his way to the smaller man's side..and bending to wrap arms around his waist. "Habibi... you are a feast tonight" His words are huskily whispered into the younger man's ears, hugging him gently and than just pulls at the cord of the emotions that is filling the air. His body would sway as the emotions hit him, a certain aspect of him very interested, before he breathes out...weaving his magic through the air... feeding the sensual warmth, a lassitude that settles and makes muscles heavy, making people sleepy warm that don't actively fight against him, nibbling at the flesh of the man in his arms (( Empathy 3 Nemi-Birb/Val-Kitty rolled 1d10+6 Can you feel the love tonight?: (10)+6 = 16 ))

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) reached down to catch Dinah as she fainted, settling her into the crook of his arms. It was... either a good or a bad thing that Jericho's empathic wave swept over them, seeding warmth and relaxation that, filtered through the muddle of intoxicating influences in the room, turned into quite a few things in his head. Thanks to that tanuki ring there was little that could steal his focus and the next moment the Sidhe was tromping toward the door, seeming for all intents and purposes like he was going to take Dinah with him - possibly to an airship that was possibly about to get punched out of the sky.

Hector: glanced across the room to see that Drystan, for the time being, had Dorian.  He went right up to Niles and Dinah's limp body, fully intent on taking her from him.  "You need to go."  It was said sharp, commanding, and filled with the screams of ghosts that wanted desperately to move on.  If Niles tried to fight him for Dinah...this was going to get bad, VERY quickly.  In order to try and keep things rolling, he called to Dinah's hand maiden and told her to ready the Lady's bed chamber.  Of course, there was a new guy there.  Fucking brilliant.  He tried to smile, but he's just a skeleton at the moment so it probably didn't convey properly.  "Please excuse....help yourself to the buffet table and drinks."  his heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like something was trying to jump out of his stomach and claw at Niles.  He tried to ignore it, but it was threatening to burst a growl from him.  He swallowed it down and muttered to himself, 'not now, Lovies. '  And there went Dorian out the window.  He's still trying to get Dinah, attempting to pick her up so he could carry her upstairs.  He didn't THINK Niles had made her pass out, but he had no idea at this point and was just trying to settle things before it became an incident.   He totally missed poor Eli going little, but he does feel cold at his back, but he doesn't seem thwarted by it.  He's a skelebones for the most part, after all.  But then something warm spreads through the room and he almost feels like he might faint too.  Damn it.  Did he get hit with pixie dust??  He doesn't have time to think about it.  He's trying to get a Dinah Deer off the dance floor but apparently Niles is taking off with her, so he looks back to Stan as if to ask if he should stop them or not.

Blake Jermyn stares in absolute horror as the vibe immediately falls into SHAMBLES, Roesler kissing Dinah, Dorian enraged and flung out the window, Wallflower flying off terrified..... Oh god, even now, even when he was just trying to relax and have fun, was he-.... Was he a massive fuckup?

But before he can fall too deeply into that particular plit, there's a massive wall of incense-scented deliciousness and he's coming right for him. With this much pixie dust, alcohol, cocaine, and fever delerium in his system, there's absolutely no resisting, and as Jericho swoops him into his arms, Blake completely melts, that small ember of arousal now roaring into a full on flame, his knees buckling under him as he clings to Jericho, dizzy and hot with fever. The wave of heavy warm calm washes over him, and now he's high with a FIFTH thing, and he just dissolves into hazy warm giggles. "Hhhhiiiiiiii...... You're really, REALLY hot..... You wanna make out or something?"

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) had Dorian slip from his grasp, as he flung himself out the closest window. left entirely empty handed he watched the shift betwen Hector and Niles as Dinah was passed the heck out. He let his mouth hang open and he lifted both hands in the air as if to motion, "what the heck?" bewilderment settling over his face. He looked over at Hector and eased at him with his left hand, feeling anxious but also ...really pretty okay withhow things were going to go now. Maybe it was that he hasn't as drunk as everyone else, or hadn't tried evry kind of drug they offered. Or, the incredibly handsom brick wall of a man that had just sauntered up to Blake - WHO KNEW? But no matter, he cleared his throat, and started towards where the conscious pair of that trio were deciding to wing it or what. "I can put her to bed. Unless you'd planned on leaving with her Niles?" He spoke to him as he would any friend. There wasn't the animosity or hangups in his tone, It was just a simple thing. "Sometimes she doesnt realize her limits and it hits her all at once. I am sure she'll be just fine either way." He stopped and looked back at Blake who was taking advantage of his current situation. He just huffed a little and looked around. "Where did Eli go?"

Quin Li (riven.rowe): The music is still playing. Its an eerie accompaniment to the terrified disconnect that the little pixie boi is experiencing. He remains where he is, pressed to the now VERY dusty top of the book case. The remnants of his shadows are fading from existence – he is keeping his mouth closed now. There is movement in the other room and then he hears Hector and Drystan speaking. The mention of his name pulls a soft chirrup of sound from him but the is NOT moving. Its safe here. He is safe here. He thinks. Right here. Niles is walking out. Does he have the professor in his arms? The pixie is not going to fly after to find out though part of him is not sure it’s a good thing he has her? His hand was wrapped about that other stranger’s throat. Was that stranger doing something bad? Were they still here.. Maybe.. his perch isn’t so safe. His wings buzz with motion, a soft hum of sound signaling his location more loudly than his chirp had. Maybe he should not have come out. There are people here and bad things always happen with people.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) whispers: ((I closed the chat, can you reinvite in sorry))

Jericho can feel his magic seeping into the room, can feel is creep over others, and he gives a satisfied hum, tilting his head to lightly drag his teeth over Blake's neck before he lifts his head up to look up at the individual that seems to be taking charge "I have sent out a calming sensation, I do apologize, but I felt that it would be preferable to a brawl in your residence Sayidi" His husky voice speaks to Drystan before looking back down. He feels Eli's emotions, and it's one that he is aware of "Eli.. it's alright.. you do not need to be afraid" He calls out, his voice one that the small man would know after living in Llywellyn's home for a good bit now. He is just reassuring.. and than Blake is propositioning him. His hand curls around the man's jaw, tilting his head back, to ghost a kiss against those lips, stroking petal soft before pulling back "Soon habibi, I would enjoy that, but for now, we are guests here" He does not try to affect or stop whatever is happening with Niles, Dinah and Hector.. that'

Jericho is not something he knows about.

Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) did pause at Hector's words and the man's protests. He was too calm now to actively brawl about it but his grip did tighten on Dinah, bringing her closer to his chest. "I'm taking her," he said firmly to Drystan when asked, his eyes still on the skull-face of the Reaper confronting him. He did add, however - "she'll be safe." Without another word of clarification he moved to step out and beat those wings so he could lift into the air and upwards. Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) probably left his pants behind. Those things were not rated for travel.

Hector: dipped his head when Drystan came over and took a step back and turned on his heels.  He moved over to the stairs and an unseen force just pushed the rope out of the way.  He put a hand to his lower abdomen.  "It's ok.  Everything's ok.  Daddy has everything in hand."  And he kept walking before that 'bubble' around him got stronger or thought to fling something at someone.  He did look around when Stan said 'where did Eli go?'  He looked up.  Oh yeah, there was a fairy up there before.  He shook his head.  "I don't know."  He crested the top of the stairs and turned, placing his bony hands on the banister to look down.  The poor girl that had gone for watermelon followed him up and extended a bowl.  He would have made a face, but he had no skin so he just took the bowl and shoved a piece of melon into his gob.

Blake Jermyn breathes a soft sigh of relief as things slowly, haltingly, begin to calm down again. Seee? He didn't ruin EVERYTHING. Things just got a little violent and crazy for a SECOND, everything would be fine eventually.... Hey, Roesler was gone, that meant things were looking up, right? Wait, where was Dinah....

His thoughts slipped away from him just as quickly as he grasped them, wrapped tight in Jericho's warm, strong arms. It's the teeth on his neck that do it, prompting a blissful shudder and a small moan as his body goes completely liquid, Jericho now supporting his weight entirely. But then he's being turned down, and he pouts. "No fair, stupid Roesbitch got to make out with Dinah...." He grumbled, seeming oblivious to all of the strife that that had gone on to cause.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) let out a deep breath as Niles took off out the door, and Hector made his way up the stairs. He pulled his hand up to pull hair rhr wasnt there behind his ear, and wound up awkwardly jusr scratching at the buzzed hair instead, turning to look at Jericho and Blake. "Thank you, I ...I appreciate that. I ...wouldn't have been able to help..uh...everyone." He couched a little and gave them both a bit of a smile. He turned his head towards the sound of something like a hummingbird or a dragonfly buzzing in the next room. He quietly walked over and peered around the corner, eyes going a little wide at the frosted over bookcase "Eli? Are you alright?" He had no yet looked up, so hadn't spotted the small pixie on top.

Quin Li (riven.rowe): There are some good vibes being sent out through the house again. Eli isn’t trusting the sexy lethargic part of it tho.. He is way to hyped up on sugary booze to be lethargic. You can tell by how fast his wings are beating even though he is curled in a ball. But the fear is slowly melting away. He is safe here. On his books. Well, Di’s books, but he borrows them enough that he feels a little attached. When Jericho’s familiar tones call to let him know it is alright he uncurls and crawls through his dust to the edge of the bookcase. Lavender eyes meet Drystan’s when he peers over the side of the bookcase. A glance down allows him to take in the mess he has made of it, the crystalized ice likely binding the furniture closed right now. An apologetic sound is made before the pixi boi launches from the perch to flit around Drystan in a circle before landing on his shoulder. He is a light weight – not even a fraction of his larger size – but he is an exact miniature of it.

Hector: stretches out his wings while he's up there.  Watching to make sure that nothing else happened and then he slipped back into Drystan's bedroom with his bowl of melon.

Jericho tugs Blake closer to his body, surrounding him with that rich warm scent, and just holding him. Jericho is so very hard to ruffle, forever cursed to a more placid state of being unless he is horribly lucky. "I did not say no Habibi, just soon" He reminds the man, rubbing his thumbs over sharp hipbones, back and than forth. He bows his head to Drystan's appreciation "Of course Sayidi, if I can be of further assistance, please do not hesitate to ask, I am called Jericho Sayed, I am the counselor at the Academy" He introduces and than goes quiet to allow others to speak. As Eli slips down, there is a faint smile to him, the only one currently in the house that had seen his... changes.

Blake Jermyn blinks hazy eyes at Drystan as he looks over even vaguely in his direction. "Roesler's a bitch and his dick is evil," he mumbles softly, hopefully so slurred and soft that it goes unheard.

He grins a grin of catlike satisfaction as Jericho points out that he didn't exactly say no, and as he introduces himself to Drystan, a slow-dawning lightbulb goes off behind Blake's eyes, like a sloth getting a joke. "Oh, shit, Friendly!" He giggles, wriggles around to hug the man a little tighter. "I didn't... Didn't recognize ya.... Did you like, do your hair? It looks.... Fuckin' cool...." One shaky hand reaches up to run his fingers through it, his half-lidded eyes full of stars.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd): "Oh there you are...." He smiled when he met eyes with Eli, even if he'd never seen him this small before. it didn't seem to phase him. "Oh, don't worry about this. In fact, one it mets and dries, i'm going to be sweeping the whole house so we dont wind up with a staff that is ...well, you know. I dont know if they'd appreciate it like some do. " Eli came to sit on his shoulder and he turned and headed towards the kitchen with him on his shoulder. "You know, you're always safe here, there are places to go, hide, or if you're just feeling like you need a good spot to think." He opened a cupboard and pulled something from a lidded jar, and then closed it up and closed the cupboard again. "Here, have this, for another time. Not now! I think you might explode or something, and i can't have that. You're far too pretty." He reached up to his shoulder, and handed Eli a cellophane wrapped sugared plum candy. He made it back out towards the front door as Blake looked over and mumbled something about ROesler and his dick, but ....Drystan didnt have anything to say in response, he hadn't quite heard what he'd said, and besides, he shouldnt have an opinion on his dick, even if he did. He craned his head to spy Eli from the corner of his eyes, "Can you make it back to the Esher house? Or would you like me to walk you down?"

Quin Li (riven.rowe): Eli remains on Drystan’s shoulder, surfing along as he heads for the kitchen and produces a CANDY. He is instantly both delighted and worried. A nod is given, really a bouncing of his body so the gesture is seen. He isn’t going to eat it now. The sugar and emotional tensions are trickling out of him faster now, slipping away  and opening the door to exhaustion. He will need to get back to the Esher house so he does not pass out. The ride to the main doors is continued and the pixie chirrups at Jericho as they pause. He sees him. He appreciates the concern. To answer Drystan, he launches himself from the man’s shoulder, treat hugged tightly to his bared chest. A glance is shifted in toward the party room and then one by one the bubbles of stars pop and then rain down pixie dust. That would have been an epic end to the party, really. A soft chitter is given to Drystan and then he mentally reaches out to give him the message, “I’ll be okay.” He then flutters back, dips a bow to the elder Windgrace, then heads off with a sprinkle of dust for the Esher house.

Jericho shifts just a bit... and than scoops a very high Blake up in his arms, holding him to his chest. There is a rumbling chuckle from the big man "Something to that effect dearheart" He says as he moves forward towards the door, following Drystan out to the front porch. He catches the last part...and gives another soft chuckle "Ah... i happen.. to live there a well. Lady Esher is my Lady. If he and yourself wishes, I am plenty sturdy to make sure both of them get there in one piece.. and without any on-lookers getting to see something they should not" He offers, tugging off the blindfold so that he can blink eyes that are currently a sharp almost inhuman blue shade, not something that he usually sports. As Eli heads out, He does not stop him because the pixie is grown and not a child. If he says he can get there himself, Jericho will trust in him.

Blake Jermyn just nods at Drystan like yeah, that's right, I said it, not realizing he hadn't been heard. Then he sees him head out and waves with a hazy little "byyyye....." Completely forgetting he actually lives in this house.

He's absolutely helpless as Jericho scoops him up, dangling from his arms like a little ragdoll. However, he's still lucid enough to relish the opportunity to drape himself all over the larger man, nuzzling into his shoulder and moaning a little. The pixie dust made every single touch absolute bliss... "Woooo, takin th' party to th' Esher place," he mumbled as Jericho headed out the door with him, one hand lifting up in a wobbly little woo gesture before flopping back again. "I don't live there, but like, I could tho.... At least for the night.... Brandy let me stay over b'fore...." Because his near-corpse had been dragged through the door, at least.

Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) smiled as Eli took off and sent him that small message in his mind, and he replied silently <Till next time..> and theren there were two guests left, and Jericho spoke deeply as he approached explaining. "Oh! Well it's a pleasure, Drystan Windgrace. I am sorry things came to such an end, but i hope it leads us towards better tomorrows. Please give your Lady my very best." He looked at Blake. "You need...a lot of water friend. perhaps some hair of the dog tomorrow, hm?" He shook his head. "Please, don't be strangers, we don't always throw such drug fill parties. Just now and again."

Jericho would give Drystan a bow of the head, acknowledging his words with a smile before he looks to the armful in his arms. "Ah Habibi, you are always welcome in my den dear. You are precious to me after all. For I have held your soul, and kept it close" He bends to give him one more soft kiss before heading back to Lady Esher's home. He will 100% be taking care of all three residents inside tonight, that's for sure.

Blake Jermyn just giggled at Drystan's gentle suggestion that he hydrate. "I need dick is what I need," is what ended up tumbling out of his intoxicated mouth, but, water was indeed the far, far wiser choice. "But it was... was a fuckin' GREAT party man, sorry I ruined it.... but even then it was fuckin'.... fuckin' awesome... Never been this high in my life b'fore man it was great...." he beamed up at Drystan in dizzy gratitude.

That beaming look is directed towards Jericho next, his bluegreen eyes going wide behind the mask. "R-really? Thanks man... Y'the best....." He absolutely revels in even the most chaste of kisses, making decidedly non-chaste noises in response. And as Jericho begins to cart him off, he gives one last hazy little wave to the Windgrace manor and all inside, satisfied after a long day of ruining a perfectly good party with his bullshit.