#vih.start

"Alright kiddos!" Kit chirped at the gaggle of kids grinning up at him, "That's it for today, but next week we're gonna try out some different things!" Running one hand through his hair, he used the other to wave at his students as they departed. It wasn't until the last one had gone that he turned around, noticing a curious onlooker. "You never seen pirate yoga before?" He mused with a wide grin.

"You've awakened my curiosity," Cade remarked, leaning forward in his chair with a perked eyebrow, studying the other with a small smirk. "Do continue, why don't you and I'll do my best to assist with my skillset."

He slips the mask off his face, the black lace scratching the line of his left cheek as he does. It hangs in his left hand, velveteen ribbon flying in the wind from the open balcony doors. He shouldn't have come. It's what he always thinks when he comes to these events, it's the very reason he forces himself to attend at all. Promises. Fickle, loose-lipped promises he made to a friend that he now must honor. Try to join the living, maybe you won't hate it as much as you think you will. He didn't know what annoyed him more. being right or having given into Roisin to begin with. He leans against the balcony, arm outstretched as he lets his mask loose over the great big height. "The living is as it always has been, exhausting." He watches the mask fall into oblivion before turning towards the individual who stepped out from the great hall just in time to watch him litter. "Looking to fine me?"

It was a gloriously long night, the kind that Neith wanted to indulgently extend. A request from a wide-eyed patron had Neith giddy, but focused as she recited a rendition of Bach with reverent passion. The man himself had been a bore, but at the very least his compositions provided a recognisable start point to hook a crowd in. She set aside her oud, less than careful about the way her dress fell as she leant forwards onto her propped up knee. “And you see…” She purred, voice as smooth as silk. “We should not limit ourselves to the expected. It is tiresome and dull…” Neith hummed to herself, delighted to have captured the attention of someone, equally enthralled to invoke pointed questions. “Perhaps you have a request? Or a hidden talent yourself…?”

"excuse me," deen pipes up at the passing stranger. "i'd hate to inconvenience you, but could you spare a moment to tell me where on earth i've just ended up?!"

In hindsight, walking alone late at night wasn't his brightest idea, and he could already feel the lecture from the older wolf in his head. Still, they'd needed some caffeine, having not been able to sleep yet again. The heightened ability of hearing every little sound around him did nothing to ease West's anxiousness as he felt himself crumble against a wall, his breathing becoming unsteady for a moment. "Breathe, Wes," He mumbled to himself, sliding against the wall until he was sitting down. He'd lost track of how long he'd been sitting there, eyes shut as he focused on his breathing that he almost missed the other approaching him. "Oh shi-- do not sneak up on me, holy cheeseballs."

An amused smirk graces his lips as he sips his drink, watching the other's gaze with intrigue. "You know," He drawled, settling the empty glass on a nearby table, turning his full attention to the other, settling halfway into their eye sight to catch their gaze. "If you really want to make them jealous, I could absolutely help with that." Flicking his gaze over his shoulder, he turned back to the other with a grin. "We can have a little fun and I'm almost certain they'll come storming over."

"Oh, come on, they have plenty of cake and half the people here don't eat food, so really I'm sparing it from going to waste," Essie spoke defensively as she used a strawberry to dip into the cake. "It's delicious, you really ought to try it."