Who: @eyesxindisposed​
Where: At Rousseau’s
When Sibel saw the invite at a coffee shop she hesitated at first. It was at Rousseau’s, which while she had never been knew that it belonged to Cyrus Rousseau. He had been a patient of hers for a while, coming back from a tour overseas where he had survived an IED before she had even moved to Vegas. By the time she got a job at Delos, he had been there already for a while healing and getting the help he needed. He had made so much progress before she had arrived, but he had still been coming back often enough that Sibel got to know Cyrus pretty well. It had been a while since she last saw him, though. Maybe she would see him there if she went? The costume choice of Paean was a bit on the nose, the god’s association with healing was too accurate to pass up on.
Picking out a greek inspired gown, and carrying around a caduceus staff, Sibel felt she had embodied the assigned costume. The party had been better than she had expected, and after seeing that nothing was out of place she finally let loose and enjoyed herself. Pulling the invite from a bulletin board still felt a little like she was sneaking in. A few drinks and she was really having a good time. Laughing as she waved goodbye to someone, Sibel turned around and bumped into a body in the throng of people. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She apologized in a rush before recognizing the person. “Cyrus?”
