Marcus: As much as Marcus loved mingling and meeting new people, he hated lavish parties such as this. For the last few years, he had been able to stay away from any of the social events that were very Lima's upper class, claiming he couldn't make it home from college for yet another party. Unfortunately, now that his college years were behind him, Marcus had run out of excuses. After an hour of showing his face and dancing with a few people, he had made his way outside, where he sat on the steps leading out to the garden. He sighed, taking another sip out of the flute he had in his hand, making a face that clearly showed how much Marcus didn't like the champagne he was currently having. Placing the glass next to him, he looked out into the garden before he checked his watch yet again. "Fuck, still too early to leave," he muttered frustrated, more to himself than for someone else to hear.

Parker: was glad that everything was going off without a hitch and going smoothly. She was also glad that things weren't awkward between Dom and her. She excused herself to check on the punch and started to make more of the punch. It took her two hours to have the lay out of the kitchen in her head and was pretty sure she was a pro of navigating the kitchen. She grabbed the ice from the freezer once she was finishing making the punch and filled a cup full of ice then poured the ice into the punch. "There, a fresh batch of punch." She muttered to herself and carefully placed the ice back into the freezer.

Entendia bem a campanha publica do país, mas achava a lei sobre não fumar nas ruas abusiva. Mad sorriu debochado ao notar que a placa onde apoiava as costas a uns cinco minutos, não indicava um ‘Proibido Estacionar’, o desenho da placa era na verdade um ‘Proibido fumar’.     Desencostou e virou para encarar melhor a placa._Vamos fazer um acordo, você fingi que não me viu e eu finjo que não é um pé no saco, que tal? - Falou para o objeto inanimado. _Bom fazer negocio com você. - Completou enquanto batia de leve o polegar no filtro fazendo as cinzas do cigarro caírem na calçada úmida. Os olhos azuis migraram para a porta do bar/clube, um leve indecisão entre voltar a entrar ou seguir para um pub. Havia escutado vários cumprimentos do  estilo ‘Olá professor’ ou ‘Hey professor Stymest’, era normal esbarrar com seus alunos quando ia a baladas na cidade, porem ser chamado de professor pareceu estranho aos ouvidos de Mad por algum motivo. Deu um ultimo trago no cigarro. Seus olhos passearam mas uma vez pela rua, a cidade era totalmente diferente quando a lua estava no céu.

She could feel the scotch tightening its hold on her as she swiftly placed one foot in front of the other. Each step, she anticipated; carefully allocating every movement as she danced along the dark perimeter’s edge. Flexing her wand, Dorcas released a pent up breath of hot and heavy air before ejecting herself around the corner and positioning herself in the direction of what appeared to a shadowy silhouette. “Is there something I can help you with?” She cleared her throat, allowing her tone to drip through stone cold while subtle darkness shielded her cocked wand from this strange visitor’s view. 

'Thanks be to God,' thought Jane, 'it must be over.' Introverted, socially awkward Jane had, as if by a wicked chance of fate, arrived at the Grand Aster on the same date as there was to be a masquerade ball. Luckily, she was able to claim lack of both rest and a proper costume as reasons to stay confined in her new room for the night. This meant, however, Jane would suffer from not just the lack of company she so craved from her beloved Rochester, but also lack of food and water. Her stomach grumbled. Her pallet dried. Sooner or later, Jane would have to leave her room. Eventually, the elegant yet awfully loud music from downstairs stopped, as well as the chitter and chatter of gossip and small talk. The masquerade was over, Jane decided, and she was free to leave her room. Clang! Clang! Clang! The clock struck thrice as Jane hesitantly made her way into the dim, narrow hallway. 'Surely it cannot be three in the morning already?' she thought. And it wasn't. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! It was midnight. Jane then dashed, quietly as she could, down to where she had seen the kitchen upon arrival. Surely, she could find some refreshments there.

A soft, low rumbling purred throughout the tall barn-like building, echoing through it’s wide stalls like the grumbling of thunder in summer. It’s answered by a small chirping in the next stall, and a heavy pattering of flat feet running around her pen. Jongdae flicks his gaze over to the grey blur of a baby rhinoceros, grunting and tossing her head about trying to catch his attention. He pauses, sliding his hands through the tall metal bars that keep her in her allotted space and she responds by butting her hornless nose through the gap to meet his palm in a mock charge, then kicking off and gallivanting excitedly around her pen, bouncing around like a short pogo stick. It’s not really him that she’s this excited about: it’s breakfast. The zoo’s gates opened only a few minutes ago and animals from every enclosure are singing their joy about the first feed of the day.  Bab, the rhino calf, makes another playful charge at Jongdae as he slips in through the enclosure’s door with a loud clatter. She skids to a halt a few feet away, tosses her head again, ears pricked forward and then trots to him, nudging the bucket in his hand. Bucket is a loose word: it’s larger than your average bucket, full to the brim of vegetables and pellets made specifically for a growing calf. She nearly rips it out of his hands as she shoves her nose into it, and he chuckles, tipping the rest to the ground for her to feast on. With a pat on her head he leaves her there and slips back out to the rumbling of next door’s occupant.  Her long trunk extends out through the bars to mess at Jongdae’s hair as he approaches with her food: this one’s in a wheelbarrow. He ducks his head, but she still manages to brush his hair back into a mess, and he sighs, shaking his head as he slides into her enclosure. He’s the only keeper with permission to do this, but he’s also the only keeper who’s been with Dubu since she was first born into the world, seventeen years ago. Her soft purrs roll out of her, ears flapping as she follows him around the enclosure affectionately, stealing pieces of fruit from the wheel barrow. He tips it, letting the food scatter the floor for her to eat as she wills, while he crosses over to open the large doors that lead to the outside enclosure. Sunlight bleeds through the doors as they slide across, and Bab takes up her singing again at the sight of the outdoors. There’s more food out there, and toys and more space to run about - she takes to bouncing around in the thrill of the morning routine. Dubu takes a much more gentle approach, tousling Jongdae again before strolling out at an easy pace, her huge legs alone almost at a height with him. He pats her side as she walks by, and out into the day where people are already gathering to fawn over her existence.

AJ was just about to get up and leave, frustrated by his own disablility when he heard someone approaching. Looking up, he smiled at the person looming over him, giving a little wave with his fingers. “Hey there... came to join me?”