(Budding Thorns) Art Gala

[Mhairi Ankaa]

John and Sera split off and Mhairi heads and lurkswaits for Coco to notice her, which she dose in a very Coco fashion.

Mhairi can't help it, she laughs. "Yes it's me and yes I know. But there might some you don't know. A put this showing, or their guest of honor." She begins, "Have you noticed the graffiti around Funderland? A little too glamourious for our neck of the woods." Mhairi hints at, the nature of her being here, "Im here with one of your club members and a rather chill fellow." how long had it been since she spoke like this in public?

"They're off mingling, and I saw you and thought you wouldn't be opposed to do the same." Mhairi hints again, this time with a grin.

[Travisc06489]

As Sera and John slip away to let old friends catch up, the flowering girl's presence is easy enough to pick up on again. Her hair looks like a mundane brunette at first glance, but the light catches on unusual green highlights. And, more obviously, flowers bloom and cease to exist in a trail around her feet.The slight-framed girl can't be very old; she's probably still a teenager. As to what her interest in the art Gala is... that's anyone's guess. She does appear to be looking for someone. She certainly doesn't notice two more patrons glancing her way.

Coco, being the only one not wearing a mask, gets a double-take. The girl is at least 50 feet away, but the Wasp's 'headgear' and unusual eyes stand out more than any other patron. For those who can see them. Rather than strike up conversation, the girl retreats deeper into the right wing. Around the corner and out of view of the entrance.

[Seraphina]

She reaches out to take his arm, if he’ll let her, her hand resting on his forearm, gently leading him towards the girl.

Her voice was low as well, and she leans closer, “I think so. I’m not sure what I saw, but it came from over here.”

And then she spots the girl again, and alarms go off in her head.

A Lost!

“Do you see her?” she quietly asks, eyes looking at the girl and flowers blooming and disappearing. “It appears she left her Mask at home.”

Being unnoticed was good, though she bet they wouldn’t be as unnoticed had they let your Mask down. But that would draw unwanted attention.

As the girl sees something and retreats, the Nix seems to want to follow. Walking at a reasonable pace as to not draw attention, she drags John along with her. Smiling and nodding at anyone looking their way.

[Coco]

Given that it was obviously not apparent who the other Lost in the room were, Coco assumed that they were trying to avoid notice.

Oh well, the part of her mind that didn't give a fuck thought. It wasn't like Coco was particularly great at blending in at the best of times. For her all the world was a stage and she was the starring role, goddamn it!

Or...at least that's how it used to be. Now, Coco wasn't entirely sure.

"If you need me to cause a distraction, let me know," Coco replied, leaning in close so that others wouldn't overhear. "Otherwise, I'll just follow your lead."

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi can't help but laugh, "Will do. " if they needed a distraction Coco was sure to provide something entertaining and most likely loud.

"Oh? Well then, lets mingle." Mhairi says a smirk upon her lips.

Drifting away from the art and absently grabbing wine from a passing server, and perched her ears to the chatters around the room.

  Eavesdropping 1 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-13 15:38:30		Mhairi Ankaa rolls 5 to Dropping eves (wits 3 + composure 2) (10 Again)		1, 7, 9, 2, 5		1 success

[Travisc06489]

The flowering girl glances over her shoulder once, eventually settling near a pastel colored image of a cat - printed on what looks like some kind of polymer. Like a huge sticker. She stops and stares at it, frowning. Her hand reaches out as if to touch it, but stops just short. Another furtive glance is given back towards the entrance.

John Doe and Seraphina will need to roll some dice to avoid notice - if that is their intention.

As Mhairi tries to pick up on the conversational vibe, Page's name is mentioned. More than once. One couple, in particular snags her attention. Two women: one a brunette in a red satin dress and hells, the other wearing a semi-professional looking blue skirt and black jacket with blonde hair in a tight bun.

Red dress laughs, holding a champagne flute aloft and trying not to spill it. "I know. R. P. doesn't have a scrap of talent outside, what? Editing video?"

Blue skirt shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "At least he's almost got good taste down. Have you seen the 'Ericsson' pieces he picked up? The're probably the closest thing to real art in the building. Which is funny, because the guy renders most of his work digitally before printing it out."

"That's... ooh! That's the guy with the graffiti style, right?" the first asks, eyes widening in recognition.

Her counterpart nods. "His actual graffiti was better. He did a mural in San Fran on an abandoned building that was brilliant."

[Seraphina]

Looking at John with a smile, “It’s ok.” It didn’t bother her, and would serve to help create a rouse should they need one.

She watches the girl stop in front of a print. Her reaching out to touch it was unexpected, and it made her wonder if maybe there was something about the print she couldn’t see.

Never one to hide or be sneaky, it just didn’t fit with who she was, she walks up to the girl and print. Stopping a reasonable distance, a friendly smile forms on her lips,

“An interesting piece of art. I usually prefer flowers, especially them in bloom.” Comes the angelic voice, sapphires moving from the print to the girl, “Do you happen to know who created it?”

[Coco]

"Psst," the Wasp whispered into Mhairi's ear, just as she was getting to the good part of the other women's conversation.

"Did you figure something out? Is it time for me to go double oh Coco?" the velvet clad Dancer-skulk asked, unable to hide a mischievous smile. It seemed that the game was afoot, and though most didn't realize it, Wasp's actually were hunters, their prey was just usually beneath everyone else's notice.