she struts her way across the gala floor, making her way through waves of other promenade-goers. how strange to be on the ONE HUNDREDTH FLOOR, after feeling so removed from it for so long she was finally here. and, if anything, it felt like all of deaths she had witnessed of other players had been in nothing but VAIN. the floor felt like so much less than she had expected, and there was no way in hell that this had to be it. that meant that NATE had been taken away from her for absolutely no reason. val chewed the inner flesh of her cheek, pulling at the plush skin. something about the event was unnerving, off, and val was ready to go back into battle mode at any moment now. she took a cup from one of the food tables, filling it with whatever liquid the gamemaster had set out for the guests. she sipped at it lightly, trying to decipher if it was safe to drink, or not. “it’s more underwhelming than i thought it would be,” she spoke softly, more to herself than any specific person.