Mystique Dining

[Kray]

The @Changeling s of the freehold will find a open invitation and and several tickets left at Funderland from the King of court of fear inviting them to a night of fine dining and a magic show if they can make the trip to . Each ticket comes with a full meal of many courses, . Three of each option have been paid for, only two tickets for the pheasant dish are pinned up, which might indicate the ogres meal of choice. This would not be the standard affair or meet up, no, mortals would be in proximity meaning the lost would need caution, subtly and a degree of self awareness, A little ironic given the tenancies of the sponsor of the evening. speaking openly was ill advised but the venue was theirs for the night and with the promise of Macrbe manifestations as the show title who knows what the mortal magician will be attempting. Kray is present, Lounging at the head of the table, masked hardened and alarmingly dressed for such a venue. Tonight he sports the full penguin suit, bow tie included. Albeit a suit that is straining rather to contain the proportions of even his hardened mask.

[Circe]

Circe arrives dressed quite well in a red gown. Not as risqué nor showing as much flesh as some of her prior red dresses had done so, this wasn't that kind of venue. Not to say the high heeled outfit wasn't drawing eyes, she is a Fairest after all, even if she isn't flautning it blatantly right now. Hardening the Mask means it doesn't accentuate her blue skin as well as it usually would, but it works with the dusky southern Italian coloration. "Hello my friend," she greets Kray with some merriment, "I shall stay a while and listen." And old meme but one hse was amused by. "Sharply dressed tonight you are." It was odd seeing him in a tux and not with his usual hat and standard attire.

[Kray]

And just as he had been contemplating the not so unfortunate turn of events he might need to eat all of the meals paid for tonight by himself, he is joined by his friend, heck even if they go half and half its still a lot of good food. "Ah. Hello indeed." Rocking his bulk forward in his seat, no longer lounging. A large hand tugs at the bow tie, judging by the ruffled edges on one side not the first time he had done that. "Ah. Yeah thought I might try getting the full experience, not often you find a place like this." He really hoped the Magician was good. "Bah. Wasted effort maybe because I have no idea what fork to use for what." And decently sure he never had such things had never been a part of his world. "Uh. The dress looks good on you." Sufficiently socially aware enough to return the compliment or maybe he really does just like the style. "Uh. Its a bit different from the book ball last year but I think I like this more so far." Less nutty strangers falling at his feet.

[Circe]

"Thank you big man," she smiles pleasantly, "Heard magician, so I was NOT wearing that loin-cloth like one. Could be kids here." "Weeeelll," she tilts her head with a smirk. "There is Vegas, but it has more Elvis singers than here. Or anywhere else." It was a decent way to be disguised with ease. "At least what I heard, haven't been." Too much connections to her past were possible. "Salad fork is the shorter one, the really tiny one is for when you are feeling selfish, going for a crabby option that goes geat with being dressed like James Pond right now." Circe had to think on that. It had been kind of odd. "Yeah quite different. Less books for one. Takes a weight of your shoulders for setup up, huh?" Puns delivered, CIrce joins Kray at the table.

[Jack Violet]

Jack walked in realizing he was running a bit late, hoping he the show had not started yet. He had seen the invite last minute and took some time for him to getdressed up. He was not sure how dressed up so he dressed in what would be called business casual. He headed to where the hostess pointed and saw that only Kray and Circe were seated.
"Evening folks, how are you all doing?" Jack takes a seat in the closes empty chair to the two others. "Surprised to see I am not the last one here. Have you guys ordered yet?"

[Kray]

Circe gets a doubtful look. "Uh. Why would there be kids at a private function?" Unless the freehold had some really young looking lost recently joined up maybe? "Ah. And I hoping this is not as tacky as Vegas." But that would wait to be seen. Picking up the described fork, it seeming even shorter in his large hands. "Huh. Well I didn't go fr a salad dish." The unneeded fork get put down askew and out of place in the line up. "Oh. I didn't set any of that up it was the library I think." Or whoever had rented the library room out for the event. Turning as the next lost arrived. "Oh Hey welcome to the show." Unable to remember if Jack had anything he preferred to go by in mortal settings, names were best advoided. "Uh. The orders were palced three days ago, they need to know what to cook in advance, helps with the timing or soemthing." Fishing his ticket out his pocket. "So. Whatever one you grabbed will have your meal on it." The ogre having paid for three of each option meant odds were what you wanted would be served. "Uh. But it's looking like we'll have plenty to take home regardless." It was paid for after all.

[Circe]

"Heya J-man," she cheerfully greets him, "We all have dude." She points at Kray when he mentions the food tickets, "RSVP." "I. Am. Paranoid." She bluntly tells Kray as to why she was cautious. "Also had to walk in here and that outfit has caused accidents, Intentionally so, oh ho ho ho." Circe produces a ticket for salad and chicken. "I will be thrilled if the guy does break out the rabbits. Or hare raising too. Both are adorable, though rabbits be less aggressive of the two." Because there is a difference between the two. "Though the magician best not try to saw me in half. Might set something off."

[Jack Violet]

Jack searches for his ticket, unaware that the meal choice was printed on it. Upon finding it, he feels relieved to see it's Prime Rib. "I’m really happy with what I got. But if there’s going to be any extra, I’d gladly take some home." Looking at Circe when she talks about causing accidents, "Yeah I can see that, it would be hard keeping my eyes on the road if I saw you. You seem to have the ability to turn heads."

[Kray]

The giant snorts, hoping to put Circe's concern to some kind of rest.. "Ha. For what it's worth I don't have dealings with children apart from the occasional opportunistic scare." They never intentionally featured in his plans and schemes. But fairest will do as they do. "Ha. Well I doubt those involved in the accidents regretted it." And if a fairest was out to charm people, well people would be getting charmed. At Jacks statement about taking spare food the ogres head turns slowly to face him. "Hm. Ten meal options, each with multiple courses and three of each ordered." It was a lot of food. "Hm. Hows this? You have whatever I cant carry out." He had paid for it after all, leftovers were his by right as he figured it.

[Circe]

"Tis a curse and boon my friend," she tells Jack, "For while it may endear me to schmoozing things out," she pouts, "It is damn hard to get away with unnoticed acts of trickery. Mostly I have to result to, duuuuh, I am totes a blonde who like does not get what you are like saying, kind of trickery." Which was irksome. Valley Girl was an annoying accent to pull of. "Oh my, the cops did regret it when their female captain showed up to yell at them." Which had been the point of that distracting dress being worn at the time. IT was effective. "Oh ho ho, I can see it," Circe nods with Kray's talk of children. "Lurking in a dangerous alley, little children walking through it ignorant of the danger. Until you leep up to shout booga-booga, oh ho ho ho. Well, that is the G rated version at least." She pauses to rub her chin as she hums in thought. "I have some props connections from films. Just saying if you want to be more elaborate in the scares." "I cook," Circe admits to the boys. "So, I'm not taking back more than 3 meals for myself. Big man?" She looks at Kray, with an offer: "I can help you carry anything our bro don't want." It was an option. The Ogre could certainly put it all away. That was something her mind sometimes wondered about the gluttonous Ogres. Did they have to spend a correspondingly equal time on the toilet? Not worth it if so.