Ann is very eager to see whatever footage the cameras managed to capture. When Phaze asks her if anyone tried to chat her up, she doesn't have a set answer
Ann: Quite a few people approached me here today. but only a couple of them tried to hit on me.
Ann points them out in the crowd before setting off to track down security to smooth talk them into letting her see the cameras lol
phaze: thank you. your answers have been very helpful.
*phaze nods at faera, who sets off with ann to go to security.*
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*ann goes to ask the security guards about the footage, but they seem... unimpressed by her smooth words. after a few minutes, faera steps in with a very short and not-very-detailed explanation. only THEN do the guards let them in and look at the footage.*
*the footage shows a human man drugging ann's drink, slipping in a powder that unnaturally dissolves the very second it hits the liquid.*
faera (mumbling to himself): that bastard...!!
*the guards then start looking at what's happening now- a tall skeleton monster man dressed very casually confronting a much smaller human man, breaking up a group of four...*
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*meanwhile, phaze walks up to a small group of socialites, looking very entertained by a human man's grandiose story, given how he's gesticulating... and stands right behind him, placing him in shadow.*
phaze: Pardon me, sirs, madams, and other gracious company. I have a few questions, if you don't mind.
*they all look various degrees of confused, concerned, and annoyed. the group of four agrees, though, and the man that phaze towers over looks the most annoyed out of all of them- can't he see that he was in the middle of something??*
phaze: Would any of you happen to know about whom at this event failed to court a lovely lady, and, upon their failure, attempted to drug her into compliance?
*while the others start whispering amongst themselves in a concerned way, the human man says absolutely nothing. however, he starts sweating profusely, and his hands shake, and they do not steady when he straightens out his shirt collar.*
*phaze, at his full height, is damn near 7 feet tall, with a wingspan at least twice as large. he also happens to be a full-fanged skeleton, and part dragon. he is quite intimidating when he wants to be.*
*and right now, he has the toothy grin of a cat who's caught a mouse.*
*the man suddenly tries to bolt in a random direction, not even making it ten feet away before being magically lifted up above the crowd, away from any furniture or potential objects that could help him escape. he's in a translucent green bubble of solid magic- he almost immediately gives up trying to escape.*
*the crowd bursts into noise and speculation, and phaze finds a cordless microphone that faera used earlier for announcing the start of the art gallery event. one of his hands glows green, maintaining the human culprit's air jail, and the other holds the mic.*
phaze: Excuse me, everyone. It seems that there is a drink-drugging criminal in our midst- a very practiced one, at that! But, unfortunately, he's no longer welcome at the party, nor the gallery. Despite the fact that the danger has passed, I'd still advise everyone to drink responsibly, and if there's any further issues...
*his grin gets maniacally wide, his face scrunching in almost evil glee.*
phaze: I'd be DELIGHTED to handle it.
*the man temporarily trapped in the magical bubble makes various faces of anger, fear, fury, nervousness, and embarrassment... which turns to despair when the cops show up almost an hour later, and he tries to speak, but no sound gets through.*
