It is about 50F(10C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Maple and Woodcrest

Eirwen offers a faint smile at Remy, “Is the event still happening?” she wonders quietly. “I am injured, so we are just coming to watch.”

Remy glances down at her outfit and says, “Nope, no onesie today. They are pretty comfortable though.” She looks back and forth between the two women that actually did show up though and makes a thoughtful noise. “Ahh, well, without any participants, it won’t go very far,” she says when Eirwen mentions being injured. “I suggest visiting the hospital if you are hurt,” she adds with a small smile.

“I know one person who’s expected to be en-route. Most didn’t seem to know where here was.” Lykaia says, looking up from some texting on her phone with one hand.

“I heal quickly enough,” Eirwen murmurs in reply to Remy, a soft smile on her lips. Then she is nodding in agreement with Lykaia. “Yes, it does not say on the notice that it is at the studio or give an address.”

“Because the calendar system did not accept when I put in the address,” Remy says with some mild irritation as she looks over her phone. “Mildly annoying, though most should be able to find it by name too,” she says, since some people did show up, and she gestures at Lykaia and Eirwen with that. She looks up as Matthew arrives and asks, “Are you actually here to dance?”

Matthew steps in but then an alert goes off in his pocket– it’s his phone and he reads the screen and frowns. “I am,” he says, “but unfortunately something’s come up and I gotta take a quick call.”

Lykaia glances to the Montrose that’s come in and then goes away for a moment. She slides her phone back into the side of her bra and moves a little closer to Eirwen. “He’ll be back in a little bit.”

“I only found it when I noticed there was a shop with the same name as your event,” Eirwen says to Remy, glancing at Matthew when he comes in and then slips off again. When Lykaia moves closer, the younger woman slides an arm around hers. “Perhaps if you let people know on the chatroom or something?”

Remy glances to the side and smiles to herself. At the mention of the chatroom, she shakes her head. “I don’t use the chatroom,” she explains with a roll of one shoulder. She checks her phone though and says, “Perhaps it is best that I just let it die out. I have noticed a distinct lack of attendance in my events anyways,” she says before looking up toward the ceiling in thought.

“Wouldn’t take it personally. I’m not usually the type to attend and people are busy with work coming up to Christmas and the new year. February is when it is going to calm more again.” Lykaia says, looking to Remy. “Generally not that many that visit them anymore, tends to be more friend focused than, hey, look at this stranger doing something.”

“I am sorry that so few have come,” Eirwen replies. “I would have thought that a dance contest would have been a popular event.”

“I’m not entirely a stranger. I am the dance instructor at the college,” Remy mentions before rolling her shoulder once more. “I tend to stick to topics that involve dancing though. Maybe that makes me boring,” she says before curling a fist loosely in front of her chin as she considers that. “Or maybe the sixty-third is doing better than I thought,” she says before furrowing her brows.

“A lot of the socialites in particular aren’t around anymore. They got bored. And then those that elevated themselves and didn’t know what to do with it, they left, too.” Lykaia says, her tone a neutral and still somehow harmonious cadence. “Think it’s more a frame of vets that I wouldn’t agree to framing them so, that stick around and the next Wild Hunt next weekend is probably going to take a bunch of them away, too.”

“Are most of the students not away? I heard something about them all going off world for a school trip or something?” Eirwen inquires, glancing between Remy and Lykaia.

“That will be interesting,” Remy says regarding the hunt, sounding mildly curious about what will go down from that, though the last one did not seem to get anyone at all. She glances around once more, looking toward the man on his phone call in the garden. “Probably not going to be much of a competition though, so if you are just sticking around for a show, it’s alright if you wish to leave.” The mention of the college students makes her nod a couple of times. “That’s why I held this now. So my students wouldn’t feel cheated for me not doing a class while they are offworld having fun,” she explains with a small nod.

“What is this off-world thing the students are having? I know I heard some of it, but it didn’t register. Didn’t seem worth knowing or learning about it.” Lykaia says, looking from Remy to Eirwen. Her free hand places at her hip and she breathes out.

Eirwen pauses for a moment to try and wrap her head around Remy’s logic but then just shrugs her shoulders a little. “I have not heard much. Just that Matias was taking them, I think?” she says to Lykaia. There is a glance back over to where Matthew is before she looks back to Lykaia and asks, “Perhaps we should just go and have some coffee then?”

“It’s like an off-world retreat, off the grid, live off the land, survival guide thing, I think,” Remy says to Lykaia before gesturing vaguely to the northwest. “Probably an excuse for most of them to drink, use drugs, and do things they cannot do in the dorms without getting into trouble,” she adds before nodding more confidently. She takes in a deep breath and then says, “Sorry it did not have much of a turn out. I was actually surprised anyone showed. Though, not having the address probably killed that extra hard.” She obviously blames her phone, but it is probably her fingers that did it, in spite of herself.

“Useful if you ignore the potential of fatalities with what’s running around off-world.” Lykaia says, giving Remy a blank stare. She makes a little shake before she looks to Eirwen and leans a little closer, up onto her tiptoes. It isn’t a whisper, just quietly spoken. “We can go wherever you’d like, princess. I’ll do a bit less than an hour before I’ll call it a day.”

Matthew returns from his call, expression apologetic for coming and going all in one breath. But he’s back, approaching the trio of women, looking faintly lost, or at least unsure of where to stand or what to do. He smiles through it, eyes easy and settled towards a gentle squint that studies everyone, apologizing when he’s finally near, “Sorry about that, so… I came to dance, is that happening, is this a party that’s moving to a club… or…?” His brows bounce, mirth working its way into his features, “I’m up for some fun.”

At about that moment Matthew stoops down to pick something up, holding out a keyring with a set of keys to ask, “Anyone here drop this?”

“You must be Matthew,” Eirwen replies to Matthew, remaining close to Lykaia’s side but offering a hand to shake. “Lykaia speaks of you often. I am Eirwen.”

Remy blinks when Matthew picks up some keys. She pats herself down and says, “Oh, I think those may be mine. Sorry about that.” She holds out a hand toward Matthew and says, “Thanks for that. And it seems they want to move the party elsewhere. And I do not blame them in the least. Kinda sad when no one shows up.” She gives him a smile though and says, “It is nice to meet you though. I’m Remy Johnson.”

Matthew reaches for someone’ hand, offering up his own hand, giving a firm once up-and-down before retleashing that hand. “Oh, I believe I saw you in a raid but didn’t quite catch your name then, it’s good to meet you, and hopefully all good–” he flashes a grin in Lykaia’s direction, “I would say it is a developing friendship that I did not expect, but definitely enjoy.” With that his attention is drawn towards Remy, those keys pasesd over with an easy-going smile. “Of course, I’m just glad you didn’t end up at your car having to retrace your steps.” A pause and then, “and I’m Matthew Montrose, it’s good to meet you Remy.” To the other two women he wonders, “what’s elsewhere that isn’t here, alcohol?”

Matthew reaches for Eirwen’s hand, offering up his own hand, giving a firm once up-and-down before retleashing that hand. “Oh, I believe I saw you in a raid but didn’t quite catch your name then, it’s good to meet you, and hopefully all good–” he flashes a grin in Lykaia’s direction, “I would say it is a developing friendship that I did not expect, but definitely enjoy.” With that his attention is drawn towards Remy, those keys pasesd over with an easy-going smile. “Of course, I’m just glad you didn’t end up at your car having to retrace your steps.”

A and then Matthew says, “I’m Matthew Montrose, it’s good to meet you Remy.” To the other two women he wonders, “what’s elsewhere that isn’t here, alcohol?”

Lykaia gives Remy a look and then to Matthew when he exchanges introductions with Eirwen. “Eir, where would you like to take these two if they are all coming along? A drinking competition we can surely take driving later?” She asks, lips parting slightly into a little grin and her tone carrying something lightly teasing. “I’m sure they’d drink me under, right? Just being human, after all, probably.”

Matthew tips his head, “Well, are we here to impress people–” is wondered, looking around the studio, “is this–” his voice drops and he says in a hushed voice, “for the constituents of this borough?”

Eirwen shakes Matthew’s hand firmly and then draws it back to curl around Lykaia’s hand again. “I was thinking more of coffee than drinking. I am not really good at staying steady if I start with that.” She does not seem to be objecting though.

“I’ve been working on this place for a while, even when the borough was locked without elections,” Remy says to Matthew, rolling her shoulder then and shaking her head. “I just wanted a place to give lessons to people that were not students at the college,” she explains with a smirk. The mention of a drinking contest and driving has her shaking her head again though. “I will likely just retire back to my cave and wait to come out for the next class,” she says with a sigh.

Matthew checks his phone and says, “Aren’t a lot of people out of town on a field trip?” he asks Remy and the other two, “I was going to do something this weekend and remembered everyone was out of town and blocked it out.” There’s a consolatory smile for the dance instructor, “Hey, as far as I’m concerned–” the Montrose would say this as he gestures towards himself and then Lykaia and Eirwen, “You got the cream of the crop already, why you going off to a cave like a troll?!” He laughs, lightly teasing, “I’m down to have some fun, we can still all have–” a glance towards the other two, “some fun, right?”

“Coffee is technically fine with me.” Lykaia says, keeping near Eirwen. “We have enough alcohol at home, actually. A fair bit in the kitchen. More on offer if anyone else wants it than for me.” She hides a yawn on the back of her free hand and adds “Will probably divert to some harmless tea or Soda. Caffeine is great if you need to keep attentive, shit if you know you’ll soon need falling asleep. Some of these soda energy drinks can keep me going for hours past exhaustion.” She grimaces, before that grimace relaxes and she tells Matthew “Couldn’t ever dance as well as you, Matthew. I could climb the building and probably do a lot of spins, but dancing and I never been friends. It’s like a hurt swan, then, it’s just us, and there’s no harm in it.”

“They are on a field trip, yes. That’s why I did this now instead of doing a class,” Remy says to Matthew with a grin and a quiet snicker, having already explained that while he was on the phone. “Anyways, I’m just going to do a little practice here for a bit, then head home. Enjoy your evening and your coffee,” she says to the others, lifting her hand to give a finger-wiggling wave before tucking the keys Matthew collected for her into a pocket and double checking that they stay there this time.

Eirwen presses her free hand gingerly to her side, shaking her head a bit. “I got caught out in the mists this morning and am still hurting, so I am not up for dancing myself. Ly and I had thought we would come and watch and just get out of the apartment for a bit for something that is not hunting monsters or smacking bad people.” The girl listens quietly to the other three, her expression still but green eyes darting from one to the other as they speak. “We could go to the apartment,” she agrees, offering Remy a little nod as she excuses herself.

Matthew slow nods as he listens to Remy, “Alright, alright,” the man says, lifting his hands in surrender before he’s turning to regard Lykaia and Eirwen, “if the invitation is open, I’m game to keep hanging, don’t care about alcohol.”

“Alright, alright. Then we can head overhome. Maybe I should open the curtains more just to watch who’s coming in and out of the hospital.” Lykaia answers to both Eirwen and someone. She takes a sharp breathe in. “The alcohol is the more expensive variants. Was keeping some of the better stuff, but we can figure out if we actually want any when we get there?”

“Alright, alright. Then we can head overhome. Maybe I should open the curtains more just to watch who’s coming in and out of the hospital.” Lykaia answers to both Eirwen and Matthew. She takes a sharp breathe in. “The alcohol is the more expensive variants. Was keeping some of the better stuff, but we can figure out if we actually want any when we get there?”

“Alright. Alright,” Eirwen echoes the other two with a little laugh, shaking her head and smiling. “Shall we head home then?”

Matthew seems unconcerned about those logistics, just nodding in agreement before offering Remy a final smile, “Thanks for extending this invitation and it is good to meet you, Remy.”

Remy says “Thanks for coming out, sorry it kinda fizzled.“

Matthew nods at Eirwen, looking like he intends to follow them out of the building.