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ā¢ Although Walter had made a habit of attending all manner of gala, party, and socialite gathering that happened across his desk, in an effort to forge a more concrete political network - he was beginning to feel as though he ought to start avoiding them. Every other grand social event he made the effort to take part in inevitably resulted in hysteria. Whether it be a result of an interpersonal conflict or, more commonly nowadays, a supernatural interference.
This one, it seemed, was no different.
Because, despite the initial sense of ease and comradery rampant amongst the attendees, it had all very swiftly deteriorated into havoc. As not long after the party's inception, a writhing influx of ghosts had taken sudden residence within the event space. Their bulbous, vibrant forms obscuring the length of the buffet table, gorging their pseudo-human faces with both appetizers and crockery.
Eventually they began to fan out across the room. And the commotion had sent guest fleeing to the far reaches of the hall, scrambling through doors and out of windows with fearful squalls.
Peck dealt with the turmoil as well as he was prone to - immediately scattering towards one of the exits. However, halfway across the room, he collided headlong into another guest.
ā Watch it ! ā He roared.
