Andf although it feels like its been just yesterday, its time for mandatory fun time once more.
Hooraaaaay.
And as the habits she's developed dictate, Helen's slipped back into the blue court dress and makes her way into the place without a lot of stuff to check in. Any stuff, really. Because if she's not supposed to bring it, why do so ? Well, can't get around it so why not simply-
Nope, room's packed. Maaaybe its better to sit the one out ? Meh, not an option this time of the year, really... So she pushes through the unease and downright threat that tries to keep her from entering the place. Hell, it would be something if that shit got easier with time. As is, she looksd around whom among the crowd she can sort of put in a drawer. Well, there's the Prince, obviously, she gets a deep curtsy, while her companion for the night has to make do with another suspicious glare. Brrrrr...
Jennifer gets the next curtsy, as befitting a Priscus. Helen notices that the other Priscuses (which make up about half of the Invictus leader caste plus one still MIA) aren't there yet. Hm, curious. Leaves O'Brien slightly deeper nod than the others, together with Jackson and Rufus. Wells and Perez, curious combination, really, Ed Heinrich at the chesstable with Hamura, the small group of Clarke, Jake and Sanchez as well as Vincenzo, Hoyle and Waldorf in their respective places. As she's curius what or sho else will happen, helen moves over in the general direction of the piano and keeps an eye on things for now.