It is about 60/span/iF(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At High and Prospect/span

Now there is some music; Thomas starts moving to it.

Wandering over to the VHS recorder she must have had to blow a bit of dust off of, Seraphina pushes the tap into the slot, and hits play. The video set up displays it on a white sheet, the wind gently blowing it to give the old movie something more magical for people to focus on when not chatting or dancing.

“Is Obie coming?” Seraphina asks Teagan, heading on over to a table to get a tartlet for herself.

Once she has a pin selected and in place, Teagan makes her way toward the stage and starts taking out her violin. “Mmhmm, I think he’s just running behind,” she chirps toward Seraphina and- there the man himself is. She flashes a grin in his direction.

“Speak of the devil!” Seraphina says when she sees Obadiah. She walks over to him on a quick step, seeking out a hard and not-so-fast hug.

“Fairy,” Obadiah quickly corrects Seraphina. “I have never once exchanged a soul for greatness.” He he gives her a tight squeeze then, lifting her up off of her feet before setting her back down.

Seraphina glances aside to Calazar. “Are you alright?”

Calazar stirs from his statue-esque state having been playing one of those stone knights in the maze. “Oh yes.” he says with a gregarious *ha ha ha* muppet laugh. “I was just in a reverie, so has anyone actually met David Bowie?”

“Maybe one day, if Thomas brings him back,” Seraphina says to Calazar. She peers aside to the Goblin-King himself under her glimmery mask. “Would you do that for me? He is such an interesting man. Or was…” Moving away from Obadiah, after trying to steal away her hug, she nibbles on her tartlet. “Teagan should be set up soon… Too bad Conrad was not able to make it.” She gives the woman a fond little smile, and then tells Obadiah, “Get yourself a pin from the box, as a door prize.

“I’m David Bowie,” Thomas tells Calazar. “He’s possessing me -right now-,” he says, moving — he’s got a constant sway to him, his ass shaking, dancing as he moves around the room. Perpetual motion. “Come on!” he tells Calazar, Teagan, Obadiah and Seraphina. “Let’s dance!”

“Have you met him, Mister Quintera?” Seraphina asks, curious, given the man’s worldly travels, and age, alone.

“Unfortunately we never ran in the same circles.” Calazar says with a gregarious and rhythmic spanish accent. “Truth be said, I actually thought he was still alive. He aged quite gracefully I recall.”

There is some ogling going on, but right now it’s mostly from Teagan toward Obadiah. Call it girlfriend rights. But she does return to her task of getting her violin ready before ascending the steps to the stage. Though she will, of course, allow for a round of more… spirited dancing before she lapses into something that will surely be more intimate. She’s a violinist, not a fiddler.

What’s garish, pink and ruffled all over? It’s Mercy, putting your niece’s quinceanera cake to shame. She sweeps in like she owns the place, chin held high and with one upturned hand elegantly keeping the head of the massive, living python draped over her shoulders aloft. Eat your heart out, Britney.

Avalon(Python Bivittatus) is carried into the room by Mercy over her shoulders with one hand helping support the reptile, body coiled and undulated in such way that it takes a lot less room than an animal of its size should. Head tilting to take on the room almost drowsy, like it was just way too lazy or it had been drugged. Tongue sticking out a couple times in short bursts

Teagan stops in her progress onto the stage, just setting foot on it and stares at Avalon(Python Bivittatus). Memory flickers, comprehension dawns, and she rolls her eyes toward the ceiling in a classic sort of ‘god help me’ look.

The raven haired beauty turns back to Thomas on his footloose call out, finding his hand to spin about with him in her pearly organza dress, the sparkle in her hair catching the lights and shimmering like snowflakes in her hair. But when Seraphina spots Mercy, she gasps, and claps her hands, for said interest. When she had said mask though, she didn’t mean to come as an animal, so the snake gets a narrowed look. “Well, I guess we can pin a pin to its skin…”

As the goblins dance, so does Thomas – “Dance, magic, dance!” he sings along, swinging his hips. “Jump, magic, jump!” he says, jumping now in time with the show on the screen.

Obadiah does as he is told and grabs a pin from the bod and slips it into his lapel as he watches Mercy and Avalon(Python Bivittatus) come in. “I didn’t know we were going to a tent revival,” he grumbles as he sticks his hands in his pockets, mood souring some

Her reptilian companion in tow and no shame in sight, Mercy moves across the floor towards Seraphina with small, dainty steps that are probably because one or several components of her outfit are riding and pinching in places they shouldn’t but hey fake it till you make it. “Sorry m’late, gettin’ this whole thing on was kind of a production.”

It just so happens that the movie is playing, and there is a song, something about dance, magic, dance. Seraphina laughs softly at Thomas. “Show us how it is done!” She lifts up her gown so that when she moves across the floor, toward Mercy, she doesn’t step on it. Despite that she has Avalon(Python Bivittatus) on her shoulders, she does reach for her hands, so that she can look her up and down. “Well, don’t you just look like a big, beautiful layered cake!”

There is a bemused expression on her features as Teagan watches Thomas dance. She slips her phone out of… don’t ask where and sends off a text before disappearing it again.

Mercy might be owning this ‘fit but she’s still a twitchy introvert and shies away from Seraphina’s overly eager approach. The hand not currently supporting the serpent holds its palm up to try and halt her encroachment some. “Ayeah, I know, I can basically make anythin’ look good. Still burnin’ as a sacrifice to some malevolent god or another after this though.”

Mercy slides a glance towards Thomas after feeling extra eyes on her. “Less you wanna borrow it off me after, Hale.”

Obadiah grumbles, “The pink in too gaudy.” The sentiment lingers in the air a moment before he motions to the box, “Everyone gets a pin. It’s the rules.” and then he wanders off for refreshments

Then, flitting about like a good hostess and accepting Mercy’s bubble (not pink), Seraphina returns her attention to Calazar, asking, “Have you ever met anyone famous then?” She says to him, “I think that if I could meet anyone it would be …” She taps her finger to her lips lightly, spinning to face Mercy, gasping. “No! You should keep it.”

The reptile on its part does- Not much really. It seems lethargic. Barely moving the head to a side and to the other in incredibly slow motions. And slowly but surely, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) starts coiling down Mercy’s arm, freeing the hand that is tasked with supporting its big body

“I have met Michael Phelps… He tastes of weed and abs.” Calazar announces with the kind of confidence of a con-man or someone who has indeed met Olympic superstar Michael Phelps and experienced the skunk aroma which follows him around.

Seraphina laughs merrily, “Just what exactly to abs taste like, Mister Quintera?”

Calazar says “They certainly make all sorts airheaded.“

“Who pissed in yer porridge, Mercer?” Mercy asks Obadiah after approaching the indicated box, head tilted with some puzzlement for the pins and their necessity. “Ain’ like you the one in the pink dress, an’ someone else chose it fer me anyhow.”

“I’m disappointed that you don’t like it,” Seraphina tells Mercy.

“You look great!” Thomas tells Mercy, dancing. “Come on!” he says. He dances near Teagan. “I heard you got taken last night,” he tells her. “How are you doing?” he asks, concerned.

“Nobody,” Obadiah says, minorly offended. “I am in a great mood! Sera throws an amazing party.” He squints between the two women, “I am just stating the obvious.” In the most antisocial way possible….

“The pins are door prizes. Pick one, put it on! They will probably be worth something in like… another forty years. But they are commemorative of the fortieth anniversary.” Seraphina gestures to the box that Obadiah has also gestured to. To Calazar, she says, “I don’t know that I have ever associated a taste to an airhead.” She turns to Thomas, thinking clearly.

Mercy picks up some of the heavy fabric of her gown now that both hands are free and performs a little curtsy to Thomas. “Least someone got an appreciation fer artistry here.” Then after an unconvinced ‘Mmhm’ to Obadiah reaches a hand into the box for a pin.

As someone approaches the box with the pins in it, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) starts to slowly slither across the woman’s limbs- And slowly is very slow, stretching its head forward almost as if to take a look inside, or to go inside, who knows. Point is, it’s closing in to the box

As Mercy approaches the box with the pins in it, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) starts to slowly slither across the woman’s limbs- And slowly is very slow, stretching its head forward almost as if to take a look inside, or to go inside, who knows. Point is, it’s closing in to the box

There is a glance to Thomas and while Teagan is on the stage, it’s doubtful a very tall one and so… she might be of height with the man. Before replying, there is a glance past him to Obadiah and a furrow of brow before looking back to the dancing Professor. “I did,” she admits with a rise and fall of shoulders. “But Calazar helped me get free. Wooden women are infuriating to deal with though, aren’t they?”

Mercy dons her pin and just like that, she’s a Slave 4 U, joining Thomas in breaking out into dance that happens to involved twirling Avalon(Python Bivittatus) around as she holds it up again like it’s a shawl.

“Her hips are so good, though,” Thomas comments to Seraphina. “I think we need — we need some mystery, though,” he says to the crowd. “Some magic.” He pauses. “Some good, 80s smoke…” His emerald eyes gleam, and he begins to dance in a very particular pattern — chanting, a little, under his breath as he does, his steps now tracing a very particular step.

On the fluttering curtain, there is a gentle oaf by the name of Ludo, hanging upside down and being bullied. Seraphina watches Avalon(Python Bivittatus) as it creeps slowly to the pins, and then is immediately yoinked away by Mercy in some wild abandonment of a dance. For her, she’s quite merry and amused. She tells Obadiah, “Oh, please, you have no hips. It’s all good. Give Tea something to grab onto!”

And it turns out, when spun around- Avalon(Python Bivittatus) doesn’t do much. If people didn’t see it moving, it could be questioned if its a prop or not, it barely reacts to just being shoved around except for the occasional twist and turn of its body

Obadiah moves around but doesn’t get too close to anyone, brooding in the corner and silently judging every one who doesn’t have the same level of required grumping as him, which right now is everyone.

Hearing herself mentioned, Teagan looks up and over, to Seraphina first and then toward Obadiah. She purses her lips slightly, but opts instead to step back to center on the stage and begin some warm-ups. Under the other music playing, yes. It’s a gentle, low sound; just the thinnest of threads of notes from her violin.

“Oh! Are you ready, Tea?” Seraphina asks, a gentle, pearly glide from her spot where she had been watching Mercy and Thomas dancing… question mark. She hits pause on the VHS, stopping the movie.

Obadiah turns his attention to Teagan, as the boyfriend should, though his eyes do occasionally cast about the room looking for something or another.

Mercy is definitely dancing, at least by the loose definition of the word. With so much fabric hanging off her though she’s having a hard time trying to grind all up against one of the armchairs and completely off-beat.

Still dancing — though with some more purpose, now — Thomas smiles at Mercy. “It’s fun to dance,” he tells her, his ass shaking, though it’s a lot more focused. He is careful in his steps, one after another. As he dances, the shadows around the room seem to deepen: as if some ghostly figures are beginning to join the party.

And as the shaking and grinding of Mercy continues, her reptilian friend decides to start a new journey. Ever so slowly driving its head further down the woman’s arm until its body starts hanging, closer and closer until finally, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) falls to the ground. In the most ridiculous way possible really, and likely with some moderately loud smacking sound.

And once on the ground, the serpent uses its newfound freedom to- Do nothing again. It settles its head over one of its coils, sticking its tongue in and out while the empty eyes move slowly from Obadiah, to Teagan, to Seraphina

Since Thomas is busy dancing with himself, and casting some kind of ritual, as his magical feet appear to move him, Seraphina says to Obadiah, holding her hand out to him, “Care to dance, Obie?” She smiles. “It can be like the night we met at the skating party.

“As I’ll ever be.” Teagan takes her phone back out, sending off another text… but also tapping into the sound system. Did Seraphina give her access? It might not matter. She taps out something and… the familiar opening sounds to a song come in ( https://youtu.be/FNhEpg7vYGM ), but. Rather than the expected lyricist, it’s Teagan playing. Because sometimes, covers of pop music (be it 80’s pop) are what’s called for rather than the traditional classical she usually goes for.

Its too bad that Seraphina wasn’t hosting a Jungle Book Ball, as her gaze drifts down to Avalon(Python Bivittatus), in the path of dancers, who have to skirt past it, and some who veer far, far away.

Obadiah watches Avalon(Python Bivittatus) with suspicion but otherwise keeps his attention on the dancing crowds and the performing Teagan. Thomas’s shaman dancing and then looks up at Seraphina and lets a smile `02briefly`05 cross his lips. “I would like that.”

Mercy relinquishes her serpentine accessory to the floor, but not before telling it, “Aigh’ fine but ain’ go far, paid a hefty deposit fer you.” Then she’s grinning at Thomas from behind the mask, unaware of what ill portents his dancing heralds. “Ayeah, we should have a twerk-off sometime.”

“I don’t think a twerk-off is a good idea at all,” Thomas tells Mercy. “I mean, honestly!”

Seraphina takes hold of Obadiah’s hand and steps around Avalon(Python Bivittatus), herself, leading the man to the area set up for dancing. While she doesn’t twerk it there are certainly some who are. She instead, takes hold of Obadiah’s waist and starts to move with fluid grace, her organza in full motion. As the music continues, her skin begins to brighten, incandescing, and emanating heat between the two of them.

“Fine,” Thomas tells Mercy — and he bends over. Casting his coat aside a little, so that those tight leggings show, he sticks his ass out in her direction. He starts to bounce it hard, hitting a bass beat, getting his whole motion into it. “I got you beat flat, Matlock,” he tells her.

Mercy clicks her tongue at Thomas loudly. “Ain’ mean now, not while I got this STUNNINLY AMAZIN’ ONE OF A KIND gown on, it not real suited fer that.” Indeed, she tries to back it up against the wall and all she succeeds in doing is kind of jostling the heavy ruffles up and down. There is no ass to be seen here. There is only.. the ruffles. “But you bes’ believe we gonna revisit this!”

And as people start dodging Avalon(Python Bivittatus), the animal slowly starts crawling out of the way, precisely against Mercy had said when it met the ground, and it instead starts approaching the box of pins once more- Which presumably would be on top of a table, thankfully, this kind of snake is a skilled climber- Nothing will get in its way outside of its complete lack of speed

There is a sort of… not trance, but focus Teagan goes into when she’s playing and that’s where she is now. Sure, it’s a more upbeat song, but it’s a song she’s playing all the same. But it is a cover of Billie Jean and so it’s not terribly long. And when Teagan finishes, she disconnects her phone from the sound system so that Seraphina can go back to playing the film and she sets aside her violin as she retreats from the stage. For now.

As Thomas’s ritual finishes, smoke — it looks a lot like mist — seems to start to rise in the room, and along with it, the shadowy figures of some ghostly party-goers. Some of them, at least, are from the 80s, and they all seem to be in costume.

“It is a one of a kind!” Seraphina tells someone, as she and Obadiah move about in a dance to a violin cover of Billy Jean. “If you don’t want to keep, I’ll take it back. I’ll totally do Kaylee for Halloween. Or … Bo Beep.” She hooks a thumb over to Thomas. “He can be my Woody. He’s already acting like he has a snake in his boot!”

“It is a one of a kind!” Seraphina tells Mercy, as she and Obadiah move about in a dance to a violin cover of Billy Jean. “If you don’t want to keep, I’ll take it back. I’ll totally do Kaylee for Halloween. Or … Bo Beep.” She hooks a thumb over to Thomas. “He can be my Woody. He’s already acting like he has a snake in his boot!”

Obadiah steps around Avalon(Python Bivittatus) and places his hand at the small of Seraphina’s back as he high-school sways with the raven haired beauty.

doesn’t mind a high school sway. Seraphina might not have near as much ruffle and layer as Mercy, but she is still in a poofed up gownn, and it moves in bulk around her legs, and Obadiah’s also. The rising mist in the room only makes her dress seem far more ethereal, mingling its dreamlike material with the swirl of the fog.

Mercy might feel the tingle of magic in the air but she’s never sure of what she’s seeing when it comes into play. She doesn’t scream, or run, but the shadowy figures Thomas conjures have definitely given her enough of the heebies to relenting in her strangely insistent need to dance and hurriedly shuffling over to where the snacks and drinks are. She’s parched anyway. Her head turns along the way to eye an oddly quiet Calazar, whom she tilts her head to in passing.

Calazar turns his dog-masked face to watch someone before returning to his statue-esque observation of the wiggly party.

Calazar turns his dog-masked face to watch Mercy before returning to his statue-esque observation of the wiggly party.

Thomas does appear, in fact, to have a ridiculously stuffed codpiece, though the lack of any lines in tight leggings may be more apparent when he twerks.

The snake is actually on the table, having finally made it up there, and is enjoying the rising mist to conceal itself- Probably. And then, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) slowly positions its head towards the opening on the box and shoves it inside

“Victory!” Thomas declares finally — coming back up. He’s still dancing, mind you: singing along a little with Magic Dance, but at least he’s not twerking.

“NO! YOU AIN’ WIN SHIT YET!” Mercy shrieks over a shoulder to Thomas while perusing the refreshments spread.

“I hate the mist,” Obadiah grumbles to the angel in his arms before leaning in and whispers something with a slight smirk before before pulling his head back and then asking Seraphina, “I bet you could bounce a quarter off of Thomas’ ass.”

And, peer on the box, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) happens to open its maw and apparently eat one of the pins, before shoving its head out

Passing by the food, Teagan grabs a snack and drops into a chair to take herself a rest.

The pin is swallowed and after a couple seconds, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) seems to decide its head was better inside the box- For some reason. And so, it shoves it back in, staring with the empty black eyes at the small shiny pins

Seraphina laughs at Obadiah, one eye on Avalon(Python Bivittatus) as it tries to eat a pin. “I have never tried to bounce a quarter off Thomas’ ass come to think of it. But it is nice and firm for a try.” She turns her attention away when the snake stops skeking in the box, or trying to fit into it, like a furless long cat. She asks Teagan, “Obie was wondering if you were going to play Thriller?”

back to Obadiah, Seraphina says to him, “You should try to bounce a quarter off Thomas’ ass come to think of it.”

Obadiah pauses a moment and fishes into his pocket and pulls out a trick coin, bouncing his eyebrows once, he tries to do exactly what he was told… He is going to try and bounce his lucky quarter off of Thomas’s ass

Aaaaaand Obadiah is apparently really fucking good at bouncing quarters off of warlock’s behinds. Zip, ting! Great bounce back. 10 points on the rebound. Golf clap

Bam! Thomas turns to Obadiah. “The hell was that!?” he says, though he’s laughing.

“Thriller?” Teagan says to Seraphina, then glances to Obadiah with a raise of brow. She gives a quiet laugh. “It wasn’t on the list since this isn’t Halloween, but if it’s on request.” She nibbles more at her tartlet, but there is a glance over toward the python. There’s a purse of her lips. “Avalon thinks he’s a tiny dragon. He wants a hoard.”

Just a couple seconds, that’s all it takes for Avalon(Python Bivittatus) to not only to stuff its head into the box, but to start moving its serpentine body around it, bringing it closer. The box now belongs to the reptile. Toppling it over to keep the pins to itself, staring at them almost like it was guarding eggs

Mercy is definitely going to lose her deposit on that snake if it starts eating a bunch of pins, but what ever. She’s too busy being fabulous and obsessively adjusting the fabric of her dress in between sips of a drink, hips ambiently bopping side to side. Thankfully though she doesn’t miss Obadiah flinging a coin bam smack into Thomas’ derriere, and a mouthful of mocha espresso comes spraying out with a PFFFFBT.

“As for snakes in boots or otherwise…” Seraphina says to someone, amusement flickering in her eyes as that quarter bounces, then arcs, then tinkles quietly down on the the floor. “Well, that one’s mine.” She winks. She nods to Teagan, approaching the snake with a little bauble for it to be interested it, just like one must do when they need to distract a baby from one thing, to take it away.

“As for snakes in boots or otherwise…” Seraphina says to Mercy, amusement flickering in her eyes as that quarter bounces, then arcs, then tinkles quietly down on the the floor. “Well, that one’s mine.” She winks. She nods to Teagan, approaching the snake with a little bauble for it to be interested it, just like one must do when they need to distract a baby from one thing, to take it away.

Thomas shifts to something a little more sedate as he dances; the ghostly mists around seem to be rising, dancing in turn.

And at Seraphina’s approach holding the precious, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) perks up. As much as the snake can at least, body stretching upwards and eyes on the woman’s hand, coils tightening around the rest of the pins. Tongue sticking out a couple times

Obadiah looks quiet innocent looking around the room before he grumbles, “I bet he didn’t even try to get optimum return on that coin.”

Its a nice bauble, it is shiny, and sparkles under the light, like a crystal shard. Seraphina sways with the soft music playing over speakers, her light ethereal and in some small way, hopefully, mezmerizing. She sets it down next to Avalon(Python Bivittatus), rolling it about, as if to get it to muzzle it, and play with it, so that she can take back the box of shinies. Each time, she rolls it a little further away.

Slowly but surely, Avalon(Python Bivittatus) then starts pushing its head back, the body near the head forming undulating curves, almost like trying to spring its body. Eyes on the price, and on Seraphina’s hand pushing it away, the animal stays very still- Only to suddenly surge forward with surprising speed, getting at the shiny. That’s the one fast thing it can do- And it’s not like Seraphina has to worry about sharp fangs, it’s a constrictor. The box and the pins likely still moderately coiled given the length of the reptile, but the sleepy thing seems to have the focus on the one its captured at least

With her tart done, Teagan gives a stretch and rises from her chair. She makes her way over to Obadiah and slips her arm into his. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

While Seraphina rolls an offering around to their no-legged guest and Obadiah finds something new to be mad about, Mercy plucks up one of the tarts from its platter and considers the very motionless Calazar. It’s no coin, and it isn’t his ass she’s aiming at, but she does lob the pastry at the back of his head and incite a reaction.

Calazar departs after a lengthy period of silence, but having witnessed much… Coins soaring off asses. Constrictors trying to hoard Seraphina. and just as he’s turning Seraphina gets him with a pastry. “M’Lady, what warrants such bretrayal?”

Mercy turns right back around like she hasn’t witnessed this, and certainly isn’t responsible.

With Avalon(Python Bivittatus)’s eye on the new shiny thing, like one of the baubles that Jareth juggles about that initially gets the baby’s attention, Seraphina rolls the item further away, by releasing it, so that she can grab her box of preciousnesses! Hers.

Thomas is still dancing — is there not some fairytale about dancing the night away under some faerie spell, only to drop dead at daybreak? One hopes that is not the necromancer, but then: as he often says, death is but a door.

blinks at Calazar owlishly when Seraphina has been called out as the pastry throwing fiend. She huggles the box to her. Like it were a book. “What? It wasn’t me!” Just like that song goes. Except, you know. It wasn’t her.

The shiny rolls, and the snake slithers behind it- Likely not ideal, you don’t want to have Avalon(Python Bivittatus) crawling over a table, after all it is just swaying from one side to another, and likely will get anything on its way. At least until it catches the precious, and slowly starts coiling around it, shoving itself over itself. A big snake pile.

“People are ruining my fun. They are doing everything wrong. On purpose,” Obadiah grumbles as he moves his hand to the small of Teagan’s back. “I mean Sera… and Thomas… and this fucking thing…” He motions to Seraphina, Thomas, and Avalon(Python Bivittatus) in turn but fails to note exactly what each of them have done that is so vexing.

Mercy comments aloud, and with a mouthful of tart. “Dang Hawke thas’ rude as fuck, why you hittin’ the man?!”

There is a hand placed to Calazar’s unbeating heart as he states gregarious and with knightly outrage, “For such a unjust pastry assault. I would demand a boon!” it seems the dog-faced knight is as chivalrous as a pirate.

Mercy says “FIGHT IT OUT!!“

“Beat his muppet laughing ass!” Obadiah pitches in to the fray with Mercy.

Avalon(Python Bivittatus) lets out a hiss. It probably means something. Or it is appreciating its singular hoarded item

“CHYEAH!!” Mercy clamors in again, crumbs flying out of her mouth now that Obadiah is backing her up, an unlikely alliance formed.

“Ruining your fun?” Teagan says back to Obadiah, drawing him in to dance. Even if it does end up being more of that swaying of before. “How is Sera of all people ruining your fun, babe?” She does squint as he shouts out toward Mercy, looking that way. “Why are we encouraging Sera and Calizar to fight? What’d I miss?!”

Mercy yells over to Teagan. “She disrespected his honor or what ever! There was PASTRY ASSAULT!”

Seraphina puts her hands on her hips, lost in the fluff of her organza dress. “I am not fighting in this gown!” But she does heft it up as if she might take charge at Calazar anyway for being so wrongly accused! It a little comical, just because while she’s not layer cake layered, its still alot, and it is heavy. “Besides I didn’t assault anyone with a pastry!” But one hand removes from her dress, and she picks up a tartlet, weighing it in her hand. It is aimed at Mercy Talk about disrespectful!

“I dunno,” Obadiah confesses to Teagan as he sways with her on the dance floor before agreeing with Mercy, “Exactly. Assault with a pastry. It’s an insult to pastries and muppets.”

Calazar watches as Seraphina to his incorrect assumption commits further pastry assault against Mercy. “The Headmistress hardly deserves such attack. The python will eat her head if there are crumbs in her hair.” he says somewhat nonsensically.

“When’d you become the headmistress?” Seraphina asks Mercy, like she hadn’t just committed a crime against her food, and that pretty pretty pink dress that the woman is wearing.

Thomas stumbles a little as he dances, but he catches himself.

There is a glance cast toward Thomas, then back to Seraphina, Calazar, and Mercy. But it’s Obadiah who garners Teagan’s full attention for whatever he whispers. She bursts into giggles and leans into him to catch her breath and whisper something back.

“I seen’t her throwin’ it at him! AIN’ BELIEVE HER L-” Whack. The tartlet smacks into the side of her head in a brilliant explosion of crumbs before falling to the floor. Mercy is so off-balance in her ensemble that she actually, unironically sways from the attack like a true damsel of the court. She gasps and everything. “HOW DARE?!”

“I am getting sleepy,” Seraphina admits, clapping crumbs off her hands to get rid of any evidence that she threw the tartlet at Mercy instead of her accuser, Calazar, the knightly vampire muppet.

Calazar does indeed breathlessly laugh like a muppet *ha ha ha* before sweeping out into the night as a dog-faced knight.

“I am –” Thomas tells Seraphina, dancing. “Happy to take you home.” He’s breathing a little hard, but he offers her his arm. With his other, he waves, generally, to the crowd before he departs.

Mercy sucks her teeth when the other party of a potential brawl walks out, opting to stuff a few extra tarts into her dress before scouring around for her scales accessory since it isn’t where she left it. “Can’t believe you almost sullied my dress, gonna have to get this shit dry cleaned somewhere FANCY now..”

“Come on, twinkle toes,” Seraphina says to Thomas, taking the offered arm. The other hand, still a bit sticky from a tartlet, and with tell tale crumbs falling from her fingers, waves. “Thanks for coming. I know it wasn’t much. I’m going to take Dancing with the Stars here home.”