Partybats, Coffee and Pongs, yay~

“Kelziae, what in the bloody hell-“

Pongbats!

Alan pushed his glasses up and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I can see that. Where did you get the Pongbats?” The little Nebula put on the most exaggerated thinking face the detective had ever seen, eyes shifting around the yard evasively. I… invited them. I don’t know, they must have seen the flyers or something?

Since the night before, Kelziae and Ryzalae had been working nonstop to prepare for tonight. Kelziae had promised a party at Alan’s place, after all, and there was no way she was going to hold back on that. The entire household had been commandeered and divided into squads to make everything as efficient as possible, baffling the detective with the sheer amount of commanding presence a pair of baby Gryphons could hold. Flyers had been designed and distributed, refreshments and decorations had been fetched, and Alan had more or less been corralled into the kitchen to bake up some snacks.

Now the detective was standing in his front yard, wearing an herb-print apron and trying to think up the best solution to the bouncy, furry predicament that had settled itself on his refreshment table. The eight little baby Pongs were cute and all, but he understood that it wouldn’t be fair to the guests that would be arriving shortly for him to just shut them up in the house. And he certainly couldn’t keep them all.

But maybe his guests could take them off his hands?

The detective hurried back into the house to fetch another table and some assorted supplies out of his art set. Decroix had educated him on the proper bonding conditions of most species, and Alan would be lying if he said he wasn’t more than a little excited to see if he could pull this off. He got it all set up in the only open spot that wasn’t occupied by the dance floor, the refreshment tables, or a fancy lantern fixture.

He had to say he was a little in awe of the whole thing. In less than twenty-four hours, his front yard had been transformed. A large square of wood had been laid down slat by slat to form a dance floor large enough for at least twenty people. Lanterns were strung up between the trees on wires, forming an overlapping web over the whole scene. Sleek wooden tables with black and green tablecloths held punch bowls and plates of sweets, and, at Ryzalae’s insistence, were stocked with assorted cups of coffee, so nobody had any excuse to go home early because they were tired.

“How? How did you even accomplish any of this? You’re like a day old.” Teamwork Alan, teamwork. Ryzalae chimed in, strutting by, obviously immensely pleased with herself.

Right on schedule, George’s drums would send out the message to anyone who didn’t get a flyer or was told by word of mouth. Party and Pongbats at Alan’s place, edge of the jungle. Starts at sundown, bring food and art supplies for many please.

And so the detective was left to wander about and greet guests as people started to show up. Little did the unsuspecting detective and his guests know however, more than a few of the Pongs may have gotten into the coffee when nobody was looking.


Info and Rules

-Show up with your food and art supplies, say hi to Alan, and do whatever the heck you want from there. Have some coffee, play with the Pongs, do some arts, dance, socialize, terrorize some NPCs, whatever. Just have fun~
-This is my first bonding, I’ll try to make this run as smoothly as possible. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
-Read the Pongbat info please.
-Shinies of all sizes are more than welcome. Bring as many as you want; it’s a party after all, the more the merrier!

For keeping track of where the Pongs are.

Posting: Never Again
Waiting On: Nobody
Need Prefs From: No One At All

The Guests (6): Elouise, Enke, Estrella, Geoffrey A-13, T'Rae, Zaerias

Dark Roast Ultraviolet G'teth -- T'Rae
Catch a Few Z's Ultraviolet Zeet -- Zaerias
Double Shot of Awesome Infrared Female Koffein -- Geoffrey A-13
Earl Grey Microwave Male Soot -- Elouise
Mocha Frappe Microwave Male Nayik -- T'Rae
Straight From Nature Radio Female ? -- Enke
Cream and Sugar Radio Female Lia -- Estrella
Not One of the Crowd Radio Female Inali -- Estrella

The Party (8)

Dark Roast Ultraviolet
Personality: Downright grumpy for a Pongbat, nothing ever seems to be enough to lift this little Lord out of whatever slump he’s gotten himself into. You can try, obviously, there’s gotta be something to cheer this grouchy guy up. If you’re looking for him, you’ll probably find him as far away from people as possible, watching but not bothering to interact. But who knows, maybe all he needs is a bit of TLC to lighten up his little heart.

Appearance: His fur is about as colourful as his demeanor, a fact that he uses to his advantage. Most of his fur is a deep, almost black brown, the color of fresh coffee beans. His wings are only a few shades lighter, and all along the backs of both of them are darker broken circular patterns stamped here and there. He’s very small for an Ultraviolet, but don’t tell him that, he’s likely already glaring at you with those bright caramel eyes of his.

Catch a Few Zs Ultraviolet
Personality: This lordly Pong must have gotten into the wrong cup at some point, because whatever he got into, it most certainly was not caffeinated, and he certainly could do with some help when it comes to staying awake. Where most Ultraviolets are bossy bullies, this Lord would much rather curl up for a while and get some beauty sleep, vain little thing. After all, he can’t look his best if he’s sleep deprived. But then, he can’t really show off when he’s asleep, either. Yeah, he hasn’t quite figured how to sort that contradiction out.

Appearance: He's not nearly as colourful and flashy as he seems to think he is, but it's not going to stop him from flaunting, when he can keep his shiny purple eyes open for more than a couple hours. His fur is solid, muted lavender all the way up to his ears, which are tipped with sandy tan, the same colour as his wings.

Double Shot of Awesome Infrared Female
Personality: This energetic little Infrared just can’t seem to sit still, to the point where she’s stopped trying. The bounciest by far of her siblings, the only time she sits still for more than a few seconds is when she finally crashes from the bad case of caffeine overload she has. She loves people, and shinies, and anyone who can keep up with her, for all the time she’s up and about, and if she’s not bouncing off the walls, she’s bouncing off of you.

Appearance: Oranges and browns cover this female in swirls, a lively mixture of chocolate and caramel. Her eyes mirror the most vibrant of the orange tones and are always wide open, taking in everything. The impressively large wings she sports are an almost silvery grey, lightening to off-white at the edges.

Earl Grey Microwave Male
Personality: Whoever said a Pong couldn’t be a gentleman too? Well, whoever it was obviously had never met this Pong. Polite and proper through and through (or perhaps just too timid to be anything but), this Microwave always aims to please everyone. Loyal to a fault and extremely empathetic, he tends to draw his own emotions from the emotions of those around him, mirroring them in a way. He’s not the most social of creatures, but so long as you give him time and affection, he’ll give you the same right back.

Appearance: Much poofier than any of his siblings, he sometimes struggles with grooming his coal coloured fur into something presentable around others. His wings set a strong contrast with the pitch black of his body, as they are a pristine, immaculate white from base to tip. His eyes are a vibrant, clear blue, and set around one of them is a thin golden ring, as if he were sporting a little gentlemanly monocle.

Mocha Frappe Microwave Male
Personality: For someone so small, this Microwave sure knows how to get you to notice him. A complete attention hog, he seems to be under the delusion that the world revolves around him, as if he were some fluffy little sun. He’s not as bright as one, figuratively speaking, but let the poor thing have his delusions. You’ll always find him flapping about, getting into other’s business, or making friends with the most recent person to pay mind to him.

Appearance: A bright shade of fuchsia covers the majority of his body, making him very hard to miss. Large mismatched patches of lighter pinks and darker reds are splotched here and there, spread unevenly across him. His wings are raspberry red, the splotches continuing all the way across the insides of them, and his eyes are the same shade as his wings, constantly looking for someone to bother.

Straight From Nature Radio Female
Personality: They say curiosity killed the cat, and really, let’s just hope the same doesn’t apply to Pongbats. Nosy things by nature, this female certainly isn’t the exception. Everything needs to be explored, nothing is off-limits. Her world is all new to her and she’s not going to let a bit of it pass her by. More comfortable among the trees than anything man-made, your biggest challenge will be sharing enough outside time to satisfy her need to explore. Just… keep an eye on her.

Appearance: Her body starts a dark shade of forest green at the bottom, lightening towards the top, where her fur is more of a frosty jade. The pale olive eyes that peer out from beneath her long, floppy fuzz are always cheerful and curious, wanting to know everything about her surroundings. A pair of loopy, vine-like markings curl from the base of her ears, down, and across the fronts of her grass-tone wings.

Cream and Sugar Radio Female
Personality: Fluffy and loving and practically composed entirely of cuddles, this unassuming Radio is one of the sweetest little things you'll ever meet. As timid as they come, she'll need a bit of coaxing in order to warm up to you, but even the smallest act of kindness will have her snuggling up to you in no time. And once she's latched onto a bond, she'll be there every second she can, encouraging you along in her own way.

Appearance: A pale, dusty pink covers this female almost completely, smaller spots of a more rosy shade dotting her body, the largest cluster of them speckled around her soft gray eyes. Her wings are a gentle shade of sky blue all the way across, much like her nose and the insides of her ears.

Not One of the Crowd Radio Female
Personality: If she's dancing, she's dancing alone. Or to a different tune than the one that's playing. Or deciding that it's just really not worth her time to dance. But no matter what she does, heaven forbid she do what everyone else is doing. If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you follow them? Her flair for the dramatic sets her apart from her siblings, and you'll be lucky if she can make up her mind about something and keep it that way for more than a few minutes.

Appearance: Loud and bold and probably the first of the bunch your eyes are drawn to, her body appears split down the middle by a jagged spiking of fur that runs vertically all the way around her. To the right of the divide, her fur takes on a vibrant violet, to the left, a bright crimson. Her wings are mostly black, with faded streaks of red and purple shot through here and there, and her eyes are glossy black, blending with the pupils entirely.

Enke almost didn’t hear the drums. He’d come to roughly understand them, considering the blasted things went booming messages across Whazzit at all hours, but of course, one had to be paying attention to receive even the short, clipped message that was being broadcast this time. The Free Magic man happened to be deeply absorbed in his sewing.

Well, to be more precise, he was deeply absorbed in his attempt at sewing. His tongue poked from between bared teeth, and his cat-like eyes were narrowed into the tiniest slits. His fingers fumbled over a piece of dyed blue cloth. Though he was comfortably seated beneath his favorite tree with his work spread across his lap, every muscle in his body was tight. He was focused.

The focus did not seem to be serving his well. The stitches were clumsy, uneven. One trouser leg was shorter than the other, and something around the crotch seemed a bit...lopsided. Enke frowned. He muttered something about cursed cloth, yanking at the almost-garment like he could magically tug it into its proper shape. Bah! This was ridiculous. And yet he had to do something to pass the time. There were only so many times he could clean his bandolier, polish the single bell, or swing his sword. He hunted, on occasion, setting traps for small rodents of the non-Shiny variety and fishing (only within the limits of his patience, of course). Still, it was not enough. He had drifted across the Weyrd and beyond, and he felt rootless, peaceless.

It was unsettling and unfulfilling. He didn’t even have the comfort of his magic, though he still played with water and coughed his way around a few feeble spoken marks. His chains tended to grow testy when he pushed his limits, suddenly tripling in thickness and weighing him down so his exhausted body could scarcely remain upright. The bells pealed tiny warnings which he promptly ignored. It was not uncommon for him to push himself until he passed out.

In fact, he had just recovered from one such episode--hence the tame domesticity. One pair of clothes was simply not enough, after all, especially considering all the hazards his were enduring on this strange Planet. Just the other morning, he’d stumbled into a nest of wild Asids, and they were not at all happy to be discovered. He was still nursing his ankle from the escapade.

He caught the echo of the drumbeats as they were dying away, over his own snarls. Party? Art supplies? He squinted, wondering if he’d heard right. With a sigh he considered his shoddy sewing, shaking his head over the absurdity of it. Enke sewing. Ah, well, he didn’t fancy working this botched mission much longer anyway.

The bells on his chains tinkled as he unfolded himself and rose, wincing at the stiffness of his muscles. Being human was so...constraining. He didn’t have much time to gather supplies, and he certainly was not venturing to the village. He’d check his traps, collect some berries. No one would be able to say he hadn’t brought food. Whether or not they would enjoy his simple fare concerned him not at all.

He whistled as he set to work, ghosting through the jungle and collecting the spoils of his earlier labors. He wound up with several small furry things, which he promptly skinned and set over his fire. Just to test himself, he prodded at the flames with his power, but his pitiful human body twinged in protest.

Art supplies, hmm? He’d an idea for that, too. He’d done it once, long ago in a distant land. Some of the vibrant plants he’d seen here would be perfect. He made another round, radiating further outward from his tree, stripping leaves from a branch here, plucking petals or berries there. Everything was carefully stowed in one pocket or another before he trotted back to his campsite. He removed the skewered critters and, from a hole near the base of his tree, produced a small collection of pots and pans. Still whistling, he plopped his odd collection of plant material into the series of cookware and sauntered off to fetch water.

With this assortment of flowers and berries, he would surely have fabulous ink. That was crafty, wasn’t it? As his concoctions simmered over the fire, he readied several vials he had purchased, along with their respective quills. He had thought to sketch, during those nights when sleep eluded him. He would have a nice array of colors indeed! He added a dash of vinegar and pinches of salt to each pot. There were even extra berries to accentuate his offering of roast...something meat. Wasn’t he just turning into a master of the home? He pondered this as he strained the vessels and funneled their contents into the glass. He was quite pleased with the effect of the vivid hues against the glass. The vials were finely-cut, and round; he could’ve been a wizard brewing potions. The thought amused him.

The sun was setting well now, and he bemoaned the lack of help to carry all his party contributions. With a silent apology to the Bright Shiners, he tucked the ink carefully into the empty bell pouches, readjusting the bandolier over his shirt. At that, he pursed his lips. The shirt was one he had sewn--his first hand-made garment. The neckline was lopsided, the sleeve lengths mismatched. The hem was sloppy. Still, he would wear this with pride, and dare anyone to comment. It looked fine! Fine, by the Charter!

He carefully laid aside his sword, trading it for a rough wooden tray, on which he had meticulously arranged the meat and berries. Just call him Susie Home-Maker. He scowled, suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous as he nudged a rogue blackberry into position. Is this really what he had come to? Still shaking his head over the injustice, he started in the direction of the party.

He arrived on time, it seemed, for there was no one about other than a few Shinies and what Enke presumed to be the bemused host. Inwardly sighing, he approached Alan. Social interaction was so taxing, not to mention bewildering. “You are the master of this house, I presume?” He looked out across the yard; it was quite a spread. Did the man always have a dance floor, or was it for the party? With this Whazzitians, he could never guess.

He realized he was staring off to one side of the detective’s face, so he brought his attention back to Alan. He schooled himself very hard against sneaking peeks at the refreshment table. What was that dark-colored drink? It wasn’t tea, surely. It intrigued him, and he vowed to try it, if those fluffy pig-nosed tufts lurking about did not succeed in dunking themselves in the cups.

“Oh. Yes. I’ve brought this tray of…meat. And berries,” he announced, shoving it toward the host. “And some inks. For crafting fun.” He eyed the craft table. His gaze lingered on the Pongbats that cavorted there. Had they rolled in glitter? No, not unless the ones currently haunting the refreshments had gotten there first. They were probably just exuding sparkle. It wouldn’t surprise him.

It occurred to Enke that perhaps convention dictated that he pay a compliment to the host. “Your party looks splendid,” he remarked. So it didn’t have much feeling behind it. Give the man a break; he was trying.

Party and Pongbats at Alan’s place, edge of the jungle. Starts at sundown, bring food and art supplies for many please.

The drum message had been picked up and translated to Elouise by Tiranai; the Stirai had been there and seen the young man’s efforts to save her bonded and had impressed upon the young girl how very important it was to show her gratitude. She hadn’t really seen Alan since the incident, mainly because El had refused to leave her bedroom for over a month while she was healing from the ordeal. Now that she was getting out more and becoming a bit more comfortable with it, El was far easier to coax into social situation, especially with those she already knew and trusted. Cassanova had taken her in, Meliai was one of her few friends and Alan, on several occasions had proven himself to be an honorable gentleman and protected her. He was also quite handsome and she wasn’t entirely immune to that.

After the sphinx told her that she was to bring something to eat or art supplies, El opted for food. The only problem was that she knew how to make one thing and one thing only: soda bread. Her Irish maid had taught her how to make the bread back in England. And so she set about make loaf after loaf of bread until she’d used up all the flour in the house. When all was said and done there were half a dozen round loaves of soda bread and El was covered in flour; but she was smiling. She’d never realized that doing something so simple as making bread for someone would make her feel good. Of course, woe to whomever ate the stuff because at least two of the loaves had been made with salt instead of sugar and one was a little undercooked.

After her stint as a chef, El cleaned herself up and wrapped a scarf around her neck to hide the still pink scar then packed the cooling loaves of bread into a large wicker basket and covered them with a towel to protect them from the glitter that was now raining down as Berry shoved Hattie out of the way to land on El’s head. Pervert had already wedged himself into El’s bodice and now Hattie was left to settle herself in the basket on top of the towel. Ack, of course, would not be left behind and hid himself beneath the scarf, the tip of one of his six legs peeking out.

It was a surprisingly short walk to Alan’s house and when El arrived she suddenly found herself extremely shy. What was she supposed to say to this man who had tried so valiantly to rescue her from the savages and failed? Chewing anxiously on her lower lip, she held the basket with both hands in front of her, oblivious to the bit of flour at her hair line as it almost blended in with her pale skin. Hattie, spotting the other pongbats perked up and observed the set up before making a battle plan. She was going to show them all how to fly like champions! But of course, the second she tried to leave the basket, one little claw got stuck and she flopped and fell on her back with an indignant shriek.

Frowning in concern, El set the basket down and crouched in front of it, carefully extracted Hattie’s toe from the towel before tossing her into the air where she wobbled and dipped before getting her wings beneath her. Pervert poked his head out and narrowed his eyes, watching the little microwave but made no move to join her; Berry was half asleep, a half eaten moth hanging from his mouth. In her attempt to approach some of the young pongbats, Hattie flew over a strange young man that she'd never encountered before and sprinkled him with silver and gold glitter.

T'Rae! T'Rae! T'Rae was going to be very sad when Miahzae got too big to fit through the front doors, because it was never going to get old watching her slide around the corner from the hallway and come bounding into the kitchen. The Vulcan woman looked up over her mug of tea and the most recent edition of the Weyrd Enquirer (yes she reads it, no Geoffrey doesn't need to know) with an absent smile as the Moon came scrambling to a stop at T'Rae's feet. She'd never gotten to see Tao this little, baby Gryphon's grew surprisingly fast, but they were adorably awkward while they were doing so.

"Yes Miahzae?" T'Rae set aside the Enquirer and took a long drink from her mug while examining the shuffling baby Gryphon that was obviously extremely excited about something or another. Kelziae came! She brought a flyer, she's having a party! The little Gryphon propped her front talons on T'Rae's lap so she could drop the flyer down on the table for T'Rae's examination. Party, Alan's house, bring food, she didn't have any art supplies but she knew where she could get plenty of food. With Miahzae giving her those big blue eyes, the kind that T'Rae was a sucker for, there was no way that she could actually say no. "Would you like to go, Miah-" Can we go play with my sisters please? "-zae. Raeri, how would you like a catering job?" Yeah, she could bring plenty of food.

And bring plenty of food she did. Before T'Rae was actually ready to walk out the door Raeri had gathered up a large bowl of cheese dip, a ridiculous bulk bag of tortilla chips, some kind of shepherd's pie casserole, another casserole of indeterminate origin but looked suspiciously orange, and enough grilled sandwiches to feed a small army. And desserts, of course, including cookies and a blueberry dump cake. Raeri was going a little bit overboard on the whole "Advertising and sampling will be good for the resturaunt" thing. T'Rae was incredibly tempted to ask when they had gotten a grill, but in the long run she probably didn't want to know. At some point in the process T'Rae had also managed to locate the remains of the finger paints from the time she had found a small herd of Blazemounts on her lawn, so they had that too.

So with an excited baby Gryphon, and a Kyae that couldn't stop checking on the food spread out between them, the first stop was Geoffrey's house. There was no way in hell that she was escorting these two without someone else there to talk to, and hopefully Io'coc had actually arrived properly with her message.

The second stop, however, was the party itself, at which point T'Rae was immediately ditched to set up the food while Miahzae went bounding off to her sisters with the paints and a joyful call of Ryzalae! Kelziae! T'Rae and I brought paint and lots of food!

Raeri, of course, being the proper lady that she was, was seeking out Alan before he ever had a chance to come and greet her. Which of course meant immediately talking his ear off, Alan! It is a pleasure to see you dear boy, thank you very much for the invitation and the chance to actually cater an event, it does wonders to get my name out there before the grand opening, it's all very exciting. Apparently she had taken the catering job comment a little too literally. Sorry Alan?

That of course left T'Rae to lay out the various dishes that Raeri had brought and make note of everything she needed to take home with her when the whole thing was said and done. It also left her to find the incredibly bad omen of the evening. Laid out along the refreshments table was a rather uncalled for amount of coffee. Coffee was never a good sign. Coffee was, in fact, a terrible sign, a horrible sign, the worst possible omen. Okay perhaps we were being a little dramatic but the point being, did Alan know about this?

Yeah forget actually laying the food out, T'Rae was busy staring at the coffee like it was going to suddenly mutate and eat her and the rest of the guests if someone didn't keep a close eye on it.

"HOW DID YOU GET IN THE HOUSE."

Yes, T'Rae, Geoffrey got your message. To get technical, somehow his Tide Blazemount, Pinkie, was sitting in the kitchen with his face pressed right up against Geoffrey's for head, panting and shuffling in place excitedly before dropping the flyer from his mouth that Io'coc had delivered.

Calming his heart rate down, Geoffrey leaned around the Blazemount, mindful of the hooves, to examine the flyer. He caught a glimpse of the Quake Firelizard outside the window as he was straightening up and tossing it aside disinterestedly, and sighed inwardly. Between the exuberant Blazemount and in no doubt insistent Vulcan who didn't want to go along, he wasn't getting out of this, was he.

A little while later, Geoffrey was decked out in clean clothes, pencil in hand purely in case anyone demanded he produce art supplies or even considered insinuating he didn't know his way around sketchpad, and watching dully while T'Rae set up dishes and Pinkie galloped ahead to flail around the dance floor area.

"Did I have to come?" he asked nobody in particular as he ignored the way his tagalongs, Halloren the Gamma and Herodias the Wraith, had taken over the art table and refreshment table respectively, as it's caught up in a war of greed and jealousy in trying to recruit the Pongbats at each table to be their minions and thus prove they had more minions than the other.

Don't be sillies, of course not! Lucy laughed form beside him, the Catahoula cocking her head back to grin. But bet will be glad you did! See, everyone having so much funs already! Uh, sure, they were Lucy, awkward totally = fun.

Grumblegrumblehatefungrumble.

Leaving the Catahoula to wander around socializing with everything and anything, Geoffrey noticed something had come T'Rae's attention and wandered up behind her to investigate as well. Oh, wait, he recognized that smell. Well, most of those smells, some of that coffee looked like somebody didn't know how to make real coffee, but.

Geoffrey settled his head on T'Rae's shoulder. "Thinking of trying some?" he prodded her.

There was a noise off in the distance. He heard it, he swore he wasn't imagining things. By this point he could recognize the thrum in the air- it made him snort and he tried his hardest to ignore the summons. He really, really did. After witnessing a man's arm being ripped off, and being harrassed by other creatures, he really didn't want to figure out what these.... Pongbats were all about. So he remained where he was outside, careful not to fall into the trapdoor leading to the elf's home, where he was calling his home for now, but...unfortunately....

ZAE!!! The exclamation of his name made the poor Dark Fey jump a mile, and the next thing he knew, a heavy-weight kitten was clinging onto his leg, little sharp claws digging through his jeans. He winced, peering down at the feline warily. Zaeee did hear the drums?!

"Where have you been the last day and a half?" he growled without answering him, reaching down to remove the claws from in his skin. That didn't really do much for him, because the Diamond then climbed up his arm, making him curse a little at the little pricks of pain, until he was nestled on his shoulder, all curled up and cuddly.

This pair seriously needed a better communication plan, because the Fey's question was...then ignored. There be a party you have to go!! C'mon let's GO! And he mewed just to emphasize his point. Zaerias sighed deeply.

"Alright, fine. Guess I gotta go find something to bring... Now tell me where you went, Winston." Baad move, man. The Diamond would've grinned if his Celeste Cat mouth could contort in that way, and as Zaerias turned back to his temporary home the Diamond started off in one of his grand tales.

Time jump!

...so thens Fisi was trynna chomp on my tail, and-

"Fisi?" Yes, the story was still going on nearly a half hour later when the two finally arrived, a dark-skinned, tattooed man dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark jeans, with a fluffy black kitten laying across his shoulders. The Diamond was about to answer him, but turned his head when his ears twitched and wriggled excitedly.

We's here!! Zaerias sighed once more, knowing he wouldn't be getting an answer to his question- like he could really believe the kitten anyway, but still- and shifted his hold on the bag he was holding, which was filled with food amongst other things. His purple eyes roved the area, spying some familiar (vaaaaguely familiar) people and others he'd never seen before in his life.

He spied a man that people seemed to be going up to, so he guessed that was the host. He peered at Alan for a while, debating, then shrugged and walked over to the table where all the food was. Might as well get all of this crap out of the bag. You's not going say hi? the Diamond piped up as his bonded set down the bag and pulled out a large bowl of fruit salad.

"Maybe later," Zaer responded almost immediately, in a bored-sounding tone. Winston peered at him curiously, noticing the shift in his attitude when he was around a lot of people. That was peculiar, he didn't act like this when he was back at the half-Vulcan's house with his brother. After emptying the bag of it's food contents, not even noticing the balls of foof at the table, he started heading back to lurk off in the side but Winston suddenly gave a mew of excitement, nomming on the Fey's pointed ear to get his attention. "AH! Did you just bite my ear?!" he exclaimed, turning his head slightly to stare at the Celeste Cat.

The cat's eyes grew big, and Zaer hastily apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to yell...what is it?" The Diamond quickly brightened back up and wriggled, shoving his nose out towards the table. Look! Pongs!

It took a moment for Zaerias to realize he was talking about Pongbats, a term he had heard in the drums, and he followed the cat's gaze to a few sparkly fluff balls roaming around the table. ... "They look like huge cotton balls. ... After a glitter monster threw up on them."

Winston started purring, thinking that was the funniest thing in the world. But Zaer still stared at them, wondering what their purpose was.

Hey! I found something you might be interested in! The small Gryphlet body rammed roughly, but playfully into the side of Estrella. She was standing in their large barn, brushing out the shinies that wanted some grooming. She had always been bad at keeping up with those needs and there were days that she had to be shoved into it. She didn’t hesitate to drop the brush on the floor and grab the piece of paper from Jymae’s beak. The pirate threw her arms up into the air after a few moments.

“Whooo! Alan’s havin’ that party!” She gave a rough pat on the top of the Cloud’s head, as if to tell him he did a good job, bringing her the flyer. She practically pranced out of the barn, emerging into the jungle with a smug grin on her face. Spotting a few of the Tokus walking through the trees not far away, she whistled to them. “Oi, Meres! Come see some o’ these idiots I talk about sometimes!” She beckoned the newest member of the pack over to her. The Omega didn’t seem shy to pad over with an amused, gruff laugh.

Alright. Where are we goin’? The expectant look in her eyes suggested that she was hoping it was someplace entertaining.

“A party. It says to bring food an’ art supplies, but I don’t know much about either.” She glanced at the crumpled paper, then fixed her hat a little.

I think we have the food covered. There’ll be carnivores there, right? A mischievous look gleamed on her face for a moment before she turned around and ran back over to the pack. Her body shoved into Alaire’s, who promptly pushed her back. The bold female even tried to rough up the Betas at times and though she often clashed with the ruling female, the dominant male was better at dealing with her rebellious nature. With the small group of canines disappearing, all that was left was to deal with the art supplies. A certain Gryphon held the solution to that.

Why don’t we use something we already have around the house? The Nebula was always reliable and thoughtful.

You don’t have any paint or colored writing supplies or colored paper? The young Gryphon seemed a little surprised, as if most people should try something like that at some point. Estrella seemed completely foreign to the idea of art.

“Uh…no.” Her face scrunched up as if in a serious predicament.

But you do have plenty of trinkets and jewelry that you don’t need or particularly want… Am I right? The sweet smile in Askelrae’s voice made it easier for the pirate to give into bringing some of her shiny goods with her. She had way too much of it and even she knew that. However, the woman seemed a bit confused.

“How…is that art?”

Oh, Estrella! You must delve into your creative side a bit more. Skills with arts and crafts are incredibly useful to have, even if you don’t realize it now. The pirate seemed disturbed with how smart Jymae was despite his age, but she took his advice with a casual shrug.

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Estrella appeared to the party on the back of Askelrae. A huge platter of raw meat sat on the Nebula’s shoulders blades, balanced by the woman’s hand and hook. It was piled high and had dripped blood onto the Gryphon’s back, but she didn’t seem to mind too much. Jymae was at their side and he lit up when he saw a trio of his sisters. Meres walked along the other side, hanging back a bit. The Toku wasn’t as social as the pair of Gryphons, but there was no hesitation in her gait.

My beautiful sisters! I hope you’re not causing your bonds too much trouble! That was clearly a joke, for if anyone was causing legitimately dangerous trouble it would probably be him. Still, his siblings certainly weren’t completely innocent. Estrella carefully dismounted Askelrae, heaving the platter of meat onto the refreshment table. As it slammed down, a few droplets of blood went soaring over into others foods. The pirate didn’t notice (or care) and hopefully nobody else did either! At least Alan’s black tablecloth wasn’t ruined.

Suddenly, Estrella gasped—right behind T’Rae and Geoffrey. The cyborg’s head was on the Vulcan’s shoulder. As immature as the conclusion was, the pirate had enough reason to speculate her next words.

“YE GUYS ARE DOIN’ IT!” With a loud and satisfied cackle, the woman wandered off towards Alan. Geoffrey didn’t touch people; he punched people with a metal hand. The head-on-shoulder lean was clear evidence of dirty-doing. But she wouldn’t hang onto it; she was already onto the next thing.

“Alan!” Estrella reached an arm over him, squishing his shoulders together with impressive strength. Don’t mind the hook near your face. “I’m glad ye came through with the party!” Her hand reached over to slap him on the chest. It was meant as a sign of approval, but things like that always came out rougher than the pirate intended.

I’ll put our arts and crafts offerings over there! Askelrae chimed in, trotting off with a bag strung around her neck. She unloaded a large amount of jewelry and shiny pieces onto the art table. Some were broken, some were loose pieces from other pieces, and some didn’t seem to have a particular purpose. All in all, it was a wonderful collection of beads, trinkets, and metal scraps that could be used for plenty of things.

Meres had stuck next to Estrella, observing everyone with silent stares. The people here were interesting and she mentally cackled to herself, wondering what a metal Vulcan baby would look like. Apparently these humanoids could get scandalous, according to the pirate. The Omega knew, however, that her bond often exaggerated.

“Alan, are ye gonna get crazy?!” The question was ambiguous. Estrella rarely was so talkative with someone she had just recently met. There was something about Alan though that made the woman want to tease and pry a little. She liked his quiet nature, though certainly there was a lot more substance to him. After all, he was throwing a party; he couldn’t be that timid.

“By the way, the hell are those shiny things flyin’ around?” Estrella had never met a Pongbat before.

Ah, people! You can’t have a party without people. Now if only Alan could locate Ryzalae and Kelziae; he didn’t trust the two of them being out of his sight.

Alan was staring distractedly at a crooked lantern when Enke spoke up, and for once, he managed to repress a startled reaction, turning to face the odd looking man. Alan didn’t think himself much of a “master” of the house, but it was as good an assumption as any. ”I am, yes.” And yes Enke, clearly Alan always had a dance floor there. You know, for shaking his flat, Victorian man-booty.

The detective eyed the tray of surprisingly tasty looking mystery critters. Interesting food and ink to match an interesting man, one obviously about as socially gifted as him. So the compliment surprised him a little, and left Alan grasping for a response for a second, finally settling on “Oh, thank you.”

Elouise had shown up by this point, but between Enke, the good number of assorted weyrdfolk that had shown up, and the fact that Alan was greatly distracted, the detective failed to notice her presence quite yet. Which was probably for the best at the moment; it was better if he stayed good and calm while he greeted arrivals, and seeing someone you thought dead up and walking didn’t do great things to one’s composure.

Miahzae!
Miahzae!

Ah, found them. Alan thought to himself as the pair of Gryphons came zipping past him.

The two were more than thrilled to see their sister, and skidded across the grass as they ran up to her. The paints look great, they’ll be perfect! Kelziae was excited to really get this party going, and she may or may not have been plotting about how awesome it would be if she could start a paint fight. Ryzalae’s eyes widened considerably as she spotted the incredible heap of food T’Rae had brought. That was an awful big bag of chips; there’s gotta be a world record for biggest bag of chips. She wondered if that bag held the record, and if it did, she was confident that she could break the record before the week was up. Wow, that’s a lot of food.

That left Alan alone to deal with T’Rae’s incredibly talkative Kyae. The detective was baffled and confused and leaning back away from her as she rambled. He blinked owlishly at Rieri and tried to process what she’d just said. Click. Click. Click.”Ehm, welcome?” No, wait, for some reason that really didn’t seem like the answer he should have given. Why was he getting an odd sinking feeling like he was going to regret that later?

Poor T’Rae, she seemed to be having some problems over there. It’s gonna get you T’Rae, the coffee’s evil. Watch it T’Rae, it might eat Miahzae if you turn your back on it. Thankfully, one of the Pongbats seemed to sense her uneasiness. Or maybe he just wanted attention, which was really more plausible, but either way, the Mocha Frappe Microwave Male came pinging up to her and Geoffrey, flapping his baby wings around clumsily next to one of the cups. Don’t worry lady, he’ll protect you! Maybe. If the weird looking man over your shoulder didn’t get to it first.

And Geoffrey, if Alan could read your mind and wasn’t already side-eying you warily, he would have you know that he worked very hard to make that coffee. The detective just wasn’t much of a coffee person; most of the coffee making process was pretty hit-and-miss for him.

Zaer was fairly unobtrusive compared to the rest of the partygoers, but as he dumped his food out onto the table, he caught at least one individual’s attention. The Catch a Few Z’s Ultraviolet opened one sleepy eye to stare up at him curiously. He made a few small noises to try to catch the Fey’s attention, but as quiet and groggy as they were, Zaer may or may not have actually heard them.

The little three-Gryphon family reunion got even better when Estrella arrived with Jymae in tow. The Cloud’s joking question got more than a few giggles out of the Star and Nebula. Only as much as he can handle! Haha, maybe a bit more in the future; they were still young, they had all their lives to drive Alan up a wall.

The blood droplets that went flying from Estrella’s offering of raw meat were at least noticed by the Earl Grey Microwave Male, who shuddered slightly and eyed a droplet disdainfully.

Alan was more or less alerted to the pirate’s presence as her loud and recognizable cackling reached his ears above the music, though he barely had time to turn to face her before there was a pair of surprisingly strong hands crushing his poor shoulders. Well, a hand and a hook, which was more than a little disconcerting. Her question threw him off a bit though. The slap to the chest had him a little winded too. Crazy? Careful Alan, she knows you’re crazy.

He struggled with the context for a second, but eventually related her words to the situation well enough. ”Oh, dance, I don’t really..” Yeah, best to cut that thought there, Estrella didn’t exactly seem like the kind of woman to take no for an answer in this kind of situation. Her second question was much easier though. ”Pongbats. I have one of my own around here somewhere; they make a mess no matter where they are but most of them are quite loving.”

*ooc* Okay, up and running~ This is probably a little cluncky and awkward, I'll look over it tomorrow, but right now I'm in a hurry. This will be open for joining as long as the bonding is up, and once I have the descriptions for the Pongs up, I'll be taking prefs. *

Was it raining glitter? Tiny sparkling motes were drifting down upon his head and shoulders, playing tricks upon his eyes. Enke looked up, bemused. It was no storm of craft supplies, merely one of the pig-nosed furry balls fluttering overhead. Chaingang watched Hattie for a moment until a speck of glitter landed in his eye. Blast! Everyone knew glitter lingered eternally. He rubbed frantically at the spot while still trying to attend to Alan.

Luckily, the host did not have much to say. He seemed rather on par with Enke as far as social ability was concerned. Seeing that everyone else was busy setting up their own party contributions, the man simply nodded to excuse himself from Alan and sauntered over to the refreshment table. It shouldn't have surprised him to note that his food offering was not the strangest one in evidence, but he couldn't help but feel relieved. He plopped his simple tray down next to Estrella's. Apparently, all that working roasting the carcasses was unnecessary! He'd remember for next time.

He made a hasty exit from that corner of the premises, for there was the metal man who gave Looks, all cozy with Lieutenant T'rae that Enke had met recently. He hastened to the refreshment table, which looked much more interesting than food, anyway. Carefully, he extricated the ink bottles from his bandolier, arranging them all most meticulously according to their vibrant hues. He even made sure each quill was precisely aligned with the others.

He paused for a moment to peer at the trinkets Askelrae had just dropped off, then at the Nebula herself. He wondered if he ought to point out she was spotted with congealed blood. Nah. Instead, he busied himself examining the Pongbats that were haunting this particular table. Some of their glitter was beginning to coat the hodgepodge mix of supplies.

Once the gryphon had divested herself of her burden, Enke was struck by a sudden thought. He pawed hopefully through the odd bits of metal, praying for the tickle in his fingers. Nope. Nothing here could help him restore his bells. He sighed. Ah, well. It was worth a try.

Elouise watched as Hattie flew in a haphazard manner above the crowd then turned her attention back to Alan only to find he’d disappeared amongst the arriving Whazzitians. She was torn between disappointment and relief that she wouldn’t have to confront him just yet. Aside from the glint of the knife, the last thing she’d seen before her death had been Alan, flanked by savages as he tried to get to her. It was enough to make anyone nervous and a little bit anxious.

Looking around, suddenly made uncomfortable by the growing number of both people and shinies, El shifted towards the refreshment table, lurking until it was mostly vacated by others before hefted her basked of bread onto the table and pulling the towel from over top. Eat at your own risk people; one or two of the medium sized round loaves were made properly—cooked just right and made with just enough sugar—while the rest had been undercooked, overcooked or even made with too much salt on accident. El was not a master chef but she had tried.

It didn’t take long for El to notice the pongbats scattered amongst the food offerings and she smiled, even giggling as Pervert peeked out of her bodice and made squinty eyes of challenge at the three males, as though daring them to invade his territory; which of course was the whole of El’s person. Berry and Hattie were simply allowed, the former because he was too fat to shove off El’s head and the later because well…she was sorta cute.

“Hello there.” El said softly to the Earl Grey Microwave Male as she bent down to get a closer look at the pong. He certainly was a darling little thing, but then all pongbats were. At first, of course, she’d been terrified of them, mortified in the case of Pervert, but she’d grown fond of the glittery little fuzzballs. From somewhere in her styled hair, Berry let out a little belch then half asleep devoured the rest of his mouth.

T'Rae had thought a nice little playdate would do Miahzae some good. She had thought she would find a nice quiet corner to hang out in and let the little Gryphon have her fun and let Raeri torment whoever she could get in earshot to tell about her restaurant and T'Rae would just stay out of it and relax a little. You know, a nice day off with no particular obligations and Geoffrey to hassle and how stressful could a pongbat bonding actually be?

Obviously T'Rae had entirely forgotten what had happened the last time she thought a pongbat bonding couldn't possibly actually be stressful. Now there was coffee and it could only go further downhill from there. Cue internal groan.

And internal shriek as Geoffrey managed to sneak up on her, T'Rae jumped as he poked her in the side and settled there only to goad her about the coffee. Come one man you know how she feels about coffee, frankly it's your fault she feels that way about coffee. In all fairness nothing involving coffee has ever gone particularly well for her despite her best efforts. He was lucky that she was still willing to make him a cup, though probably because there was still some lingering irrational fear of what would happen if he was allowed to make his own coffee.

"Absolutely not." Which was going to be followed up by saying something along the lines of he wasn't going to be either, but she didn't get that far before something was gasping and shouting behind her that sounded a whole awful lot like Estrella. It was, in fact, Estrella, but T'Rae was just a little bit dead set on denying it. Woman didn't you see that she had terrible coffee omens to be warding off she didn't have time to have fun with you. Which was about when what she was saying was sinking in and this time T'Rae groaned out loud. "Geoffrey I think the cat's out of the bag." Because if Estrella had caught on she was pretty sure that this officially meant the whole weyrd knew. So much for trying to preserve her image. The Vulcan woman locked her gaze on the little Mocha Frappe guy that was... either trying to defend her or trying to glitter in the coffee. Frankly she hoped it was the later and that would ruin it for everyone. "Hello there. Is this yours?" She gestured to the cups with a raised eyebrow.

Alan could try and distract himself all he wanted with Estrella, Raeri wasn't letting her talons out of him that easily. Fantastic! Fantastic! I don't know how you found out about us but the early business is just wonderful. She would have continued prattling on but there was Estrella and it was a bad host not to properly great your guests, a task that Alan was generally failing at. Estrella darling how have you been it's been entirely to long since I've seen you. Errr... you are aware that your tray there hasn't been properly cooked, correct?

Miahzae meanwhile was ecstatic with her sisters. Thanks Kelziae! Always pleased to know that she had brought something which could properly contribute to the whole shebang. Raeri is a great cook you guys should come over for dinner some time she wouldn't mind at all. At least she didn't think the Kyae cared, since she seemed to love cooking so much, she would have to check with her late of course. She just wanted to be able to share the great food with her sisters. The day was only proving to get better, too when Jymae joined them and the Moon ruffled her wings excitedly. Jymae! T'Rae seems to have enough trouble, I don't think she needs the help. Point in case, the kind of trouble that her Cloud brother's bonded was causing her.

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Hmm, perhaps Geoffrey had been a little mean in not taking Sabrae and Clovae along, but it's not like anyone had for warned him that there was going to be a Gryphon reunion involved. If you thought he had been paying enough attention to Alan's bonds at the Gryphon bonding to know that they were the ones who had set this up, you were vastly mistaken about how much Geoffrey cared about Alan's personal life. They'd get over it. Besides, if he brought them he'd have to bring doting big brother Taolopae too, and he supposed he qualified as liking the Sky as opposed to disliking him, but Tao was still quite exhausting to bring anywhere.

Also, Geoffrey was obviously going to be busy chaperoning T'Rae instead. He just smirked a little bit like a bratty kid at getting a jump out of her. He wouldn't get a chance to harass her any further, though, before somebody else was making some, though their own. He just looked at Estrella in disbelief. Had it really taken her that long to realize that? No, nevermind, he wasn't surprised, he wasn't surprised at all that she wasn't the brightest brain in the Weyrd. He completely ignored T'Rae's response, talking right over her in fact to helpfully assure Estrella loudly that "Not at the moment we're not, she'd be making a lot more noise." And maybe he was just a little bit to smug about the fact he actually understood the slang. He was so hip.

He shifted to look at T'Rae. "Did you say something?" Cat. Bag. Forget out of, the bag was left behind in Narnia while the cat was visiting Mars.

Geoffrey's Pongbat and Gryphette were not enjoying themselves nearly as much as the immature cyborg himself. Halloren at the art table was temporarily distracted from the efforts to collectify the Pongs there by all the people gathering around Herodias' refreshmentland. Enke in particular caught the Gamma's attention. He was sifting through things. Did he have something good? He wasn't allowed to have something good! She needed to have something good! The Pongbat puffed up indignantly and suddenly launched over to spread rainbow and white glitter over every bit of food in her way to headbutt Enke. Get back, manbeast, this was hers now! This, uh, this bell. On you. Hers now plzkthnx. Shiny distraction. She clung to one of his chains stubbornly, apparently intent on clinging to the man until he gave her what she wanted.

Of course, the jealous Wraith Herodias was not at all pleased at having her refreshmentland invaded by the Gamma. Trespasser! The boundary had been breached! And Halloren wasn't even paying attention to her, ruler of this table! This would never do.

With a screech, Herodias launched herself at Halloren, ripping her away from Enke's chains and into a wrestling match on top of the food and drink table. Glittering and flailing and fighting and screeching everywhere and poor unfortunate Earl Grey, Mocha Frappe, and Dark Roast... and everyone still hanging around trying to say hi. Which was almost everyone. So much for a peaceful party. At least Pinkie the Tide Blazemount was minding his own business stomping on the dancefloor with those groovy Pongs, blissfully unaware that all the chaos was fighting instead of friendly?

Lucy the Catahoula Ailoa wasn't quite so oblivious, but she really didn't know what to do, biting her lip and trying to stay out of the way and look like she had nothing to do with any of this. It wasn't her this time! Honest! She backed away a little bit before trotting quickly around to join Zaerias and Winston. Hi hi! You twos enjoy the party? Not seen you before at socials!

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Zaerias might have started to walk away from the food table upon dumping his offerings atop of it, but his companion had spied movement and looked back. He made eye-contact with the glitter-ball (or cotton ball, as his bonded so eloquently put it) that the Dark Fey had managed to catch the attention of. The Celeste Cat rubbed against his cheek, digging his claws gently into his collar bone to stop him. The Dark Fey shot him a look, but the Diamond just purred softly.

Someone tryin' get your attention, he purred, blinking his wide eyes. Go back. Zaerias stared down at the cat for a long time before giving a low growl, turning around and stalking back over to the table. It didn't take long for him to find eye-contact with the ball of fluff, and he stared at the Ultraviolet in silence for quite a stretch of time. Eventually Winston became a little impatient, hopping down from his perch on his bonded's shoulder and landing (a little heavily) upon the table.

Hey, you's looks sleepy. The Fey rolled his eyes behind the Celeste Cat, but Winston didn't see, circling around the Pongbat and sniffing at him curiously. "It looks like a fluff ball," the man growled, narrowing his eyes upon the creature, "I'm not sure how you can see 'sleepy'." Now it was Winston's turn to roll his eyes, tails waving behind him. You's not looking hards enough, Zae.

He sighed.

Enke

The clinking and clanging noises Enke was making as he rummaged around the assorted metal bits caught the attention of the Straight From Nature Radio Female, who looked up from where she was nosing a particularly pretty locket. The strange man looked funny. She liked funny looking things. Maybe the funny man would like the pretty thing she’d just found? The Radio scooped the necklace up in her mouth and half-shuffled, half-rolled over to him (glittering everything in her path) to give him the pretty thing, only to be startled back by Halloren’s haphazard flapping and the screeching mass of anger that was Herodias.

The Radio dropped the necklace and bounced back, deflating into a ball of distressed looking fluff. Once they had taken their disagreement elsewhere however, she puffed back up and retrieved the locket, turning her attention back to Enke. She got it for you, Enke, isn’t it pretty?

Gryphon Family Reunion

Ryzalae and Kelziae were liking the idea of coming over for dinner some time. Maybe they could get their bond to come too, though unaware as they were of Alan’s wariness of Geoffrey and anything having anything to do with Geoffrey, they weren’t thinking they might have a struggle getting Alan to come to the cyborg’s fiancé’s house. Dinner sounds great; we would love to come over some time.

Uhm, The Refreshment Table (most of the party)

The Earl Grey Microwave Male stopped sniffing contemptuously at the bloody platter of meat long enough to peer up at Elouise as she spoke up. Oh, hello lady, he didn’t see you there. He gave a small fluttering of his tiny white wings to greet her and shook his poofy fur back into some semblance of proper grooming. Got to look presentable for the lady, after all.

T’Rae’s question went right over the Mocha Frappe’s head, whose ears swiveled quizzically as he glanced over at the cups and back at the Vulcan/cyborg couple. He was mostly just in a state of blissful ignorance, so long as the people were paying attention to him, he wasn’t really paying attention to anything else.

A small look of disappointment crossed the Catch a Few Z’s Ultraviolet’s face as Zaerias started to walk away, which faded quickly enough when the Fey turned around and came back. The male was patient with Zaerias as he stood there and stared at him for way longer than was comfortable for most people, but at least Winston was polite enough. The Ultraviolet straightened up and acknowledged the CC suitably, holding himself like a proper Lord.

The pleasantries were unfortunately cut short when the big, tumbling ball of chaos migrated to the table they were at. The second the pair hit the table, several things happened in a very short span of time.

The Earl Grey Microwave was frightened so terribly that he abandoned all illusions of gentlemanliness and flung himself at Elouise’s shoulder, clinging to the fabric of her dress. He hung on as tight as he could, making little noises of surprise at the rest of the table. You could at least give a bit of warning, for goodness sake. He wasn’t expecting a mini warzone to break out.

The Catch a Few Z's Ultraviolet remained mostly uncaring as to the issues of everyone else, not moving his focus from Zaerias and Winston.

The whooshing and tumbling caused such a racket that the Mocha Frappe Microwave was startled from his attention-hogging over by the drinks. He shot an unpleasant look over at the two, and as they came rolling his way, he jumped into the fray, hoping to pull the two apart but ultimately failing horribly.

As the rolling katamari ball of destruction hit the drink section, their wild flailing knocked over a few cups, sending a hot, fresh wave of coffee spilling unhindered over the table cloth, and, unfortunately, all over the Dark Roast Ultraviolet. The undersized Lord shook his fur out furiously, flapping his wings as he turned a death glare upon the whirling mass of fur and feathers.

For a brief moment he considered diving in and attempting to maul someone (as well as a rather nonthreatening fluffball could), but then he seemed to think better of it and took to the air clumsily, wobbling his way over to the Art Table to get away from all the noise.

The Dancefloor

Over at the other, more peaceful section of the yard, Pinkie would be joined by the Double Shot of Awesome Infrared Female, who took notice of the Blazemount's joyful flailing and pinged on over to bounce happily on the Tide's back.

Estrella, Raeri, and Alan

Sorry Raeri, you lost Alan quite a ways back in the conversation. Between the Kyae and Estrella, the detective's attention was having trouble dividing itself correctly. The loud crashing noises coming from the refreshment table were almost welcomed in that it gave him something to gather his wits about and focus completely on. He glanced quickly between the two and managed to stammer out "Ehm, e-excuse me." before he was dashing over to the refreshment table to see what was going on.

Delighted at the Microwave’s response, El watched as the little male fluttered his little white wings and fluffed his fur. From somewhere in her bodice came an irritated squeak but she ignored it as she bent down, smiling. From atop her head, Berry squeaked his own irritation and made sure to latch on before returning to his nap. Of course before she could say anything else, El became aware of the most startling sound she’d heard in at least a few hours and straightened, eyes wide as an unidentifiable mass of feathers and fur careened through the air and towards the table.

Seemingly just as startled as she was, the dashing little Microwave to whom she had been speaking, launched himself off of the table—it would seem, just in time—and landed on her shoulder, little nails fixing in the fabric of her gown as the two hit table and sent a wave of some hot, strong smelling dark drink over the table and over a rather unfortunate little pong. Gasping, a hand to her throat, El’s fingers curled in her scarf and unthinking, she pulled it from her neck and rushed forward, attempting to dab at the poor creature but he seemed well enough as he made his way to the art table and so she began to use her now ruined scarf to try and save the poor tablecloth, all the while, muttering reassuring words to the Microwave on her shoulder.

”In all my years at Monteagle I have never once seen a display like this at a banquet. I do hope that your friend was not harmed, the drink looked hot. It does smell horrid doesn’t it.” She lifted the scarf and sniffed delicately then went back to mopping up, completely oblivious to the fact that she’d spoken more words in a row than she probably had since arriving at Whazzit Weyrd. Her mother might even call it dangerously close to babbling. ”It really was such a lovely assortment, I do hope Mr. Elliot is not too put off by the mishap.” It was then that she seemed to notice that he was approaching and suddenly her mind went blank. Oh dear, what was she to say to this man? Straightening from her attempt to save his tablecloth she held the ruined scarf awkwardly in front of her, stained with the bitter smelling coffee and blinked her large green eyes, lashes dark against her pale face. ”I tried to help.” She blurted, somewhat gustily.

Even a party goes to pieces in Whazzit, apparently. Enke was minding his own business, rummaging through metal bits and wondering how he'd ever rid himself of glitter. Next thing he know, a surprisingly tenacious ball of fluff was hell bent on gluing herself to his chains, or at least ripping off one of the tiny bells. He would love to let you, Halloren, really. If only it would work!

And then he was being viciously attacked by Herodias! All for admiring the pretties at the art table! No, wait, the fluff ball was being attacked. He just happened to be caught in the unfortunately glittery crossfire. As soon as the Pongbat was torn from his chains, he leaped backward, almost ducking underneath the table. Supposed to be having fun and he's getting dive bombed by angry Shinies. It figured.

His wary gaze broke free from the war erupting over the refreshments to dart from side to side. Enke finally caught sight of the Straight from Nature Radio. "Oh, what a pretty necklace." Had he just crooned? He very nearly covered his mouth. But he couldn't help it. Glittery (and demonic) they may be, but the things were disturbingly cute. "What do you think of this, then?" He held up a misshapen lump of metal, tarnished so that it was almost black. "Do you think I could make a magic bell out of this?"

It should've felt absurdly silly, talking to a sparkling winged powderpuff, but it didn't. Maybe he was finally growing accustomed to this place. Even as he watched the Pongbat, he kept glancing over his shoulder. The host had scurried over, but it seemed like a good amount of food and drink had already gone to waste. And one of the Pongs had either succeeded in taking a dip in the beverage or had it thrown all over him.

It was much safer over here. Definitely. See what happens when you try to mingle?

Apparently, another of the Pongbats shared his view. The poor soaked creature came bobbing in their direction. Enke tutted sympathetically. "Madhouse, isn't it?" He sniffed the air. "Well, at least whatever you're soaked in smells delicious, I suppose?" He twisted his hand to display the metal chunk to the flouncing Dark Roast Ultraviolet. "And what's your opinion? Treasure or junk?"

He was attempting to have a conversation with two overgrown cottonballs while war broke out across the yard. Perfectly normal afternoon.

Estrella eyed Raeri for a moment, wondering if they had actually met before and she didn’t remember or if the Kyae was cray. On second thought, all Kyae were cray.

“Yes, yes. O’ course it’s not cooked. Lots of people like raw meat, aye? Lookit all the Gryphons around here!” By people, she meant shinies. But sometimes they seemed like one and the same. Jymae gave a grateful flick of his tail for how twisted yet accidentally thoughtful his bond could be.

While Estrella was busy eyeing the glittery fluffballs flying around, Alan had managed to escape her grasp. She didn’t seem too concerned about it. After all, he was just wandering over to the food area. She wondered if he knew what T’Rae and Geoffrey were up to, and that the Vulcan was apparently quite noisy.

Are you always this social? Meres sat next to the woman, surprised that her bond got along with everyone so well.

“Social? If ye want ta call it that. I just like ta have fun with ‘em, even if most o’ them are idiots. Things get a bit different when they piss me off though.” The Omega seemed to light up a little bit, hoping that somebody might make Estrella mad. That would be fun to see. Maybe they would all get in a brawl, and obviously her and the pirate would win.

Instead, somebody else seemed to be getting into a brawl. All over the food.

And does everything always turn out to be such a mess? Even Meres was surprised at how quickly the lighthearted peace broke apart.

“Aye.” A wise, serious nod was all that accompanied Estrella’s word. She was knowledgeable in the ways of the Whazzitians. And everything did indeed end up a mess.

For once, Estrella moved away from the trouble. The woman strayed from the crowd, sitting down at The Art Table next to Askelrae, who was staring at all the supplies.

He likes what we brought. The Nebula motioned her beak towards Enke, happy that someone was enjoying their offerings. The pirate didn’t look impressed. That guy didn’t seem like the type of person that was into art. He also didn’t seem like the type to be speaking to a fluffball. He was peculiar. And she was a little curious.

Fashion statement or what? Meres blurted out loud enough for Enke to hear, glancing at the chains and bells. Her voice was humorous, yet rude. Estrella cackled and even Jymae laughed a little as he approached them. Askelrae didn’t seem to appreciate making fun of people.

Are you going to try expanding your horizons? The Cloud spoke as if attempting art was something adventurous. And though Estrella wasn’t all that interested, she figured it was better than getting tangled up in the drama over near the refreshments. Grabbing a few crayons (she had never seen them before) and a piece of blank paper, she began drawing one of the shinies nearby—The Cream and Sugar Radio Female, to be exact. After all, it was best to start with something simple, wasn’t it?

Askelrae was using her beak to assort metal bits into an abstract image. Jymae was watching Estrella, amused by the limitedness of her life skills. Meres was watching everything, wondering if she might discover a reason to tackle someone over the food table. That could be fun.

Sometimes Geoffrey and slang was cute and endearing, sometimes she could really just strangle him. Let's all take a wild guess about which one she was feeling at the moment. For all that she really would have been happy to just let it go, she would have been pleased to go back to pretending that she wasn't here until Miahzae was ready to go back home, but of course her plans never generally worked out like she hoped that they would and Geoffrey couldn't keep his mouth shut. She was really kind of starting to regret teaching him certain bits of slang at the moment. "Not tonight we aren't if you don't shut up." She hissed, shifting away enough that she could give him a stern and highly disgruntled look. Maybe she wasn't the best at keeping her hands to herself but she did draw the line somewhere, how much noise she did or did not make was not something the weyrd needed to be privy too.

Unfortunately giving Geoffrey the appropriate dirty look meant taking her eyes off the coffee, and just as T'Rae might have predicted this was going to have disastrous consequences. It was already a well learned lesson that nothing good actually came of it when she took her eyes off of the coffee, and it was a lesson that was about to be reinforced again as the fight between Geoffrey's specimens escalated and got a few more of the Pongbats involved.

The Vulcan woman didn't even have time to see what was happening, let alone try and evade it at all. T'Rae screamed, as much out of fear as the fact that there was now burning coffee spilled down her front, as she shoved back away from the table whether that meant taking Geoffrey with her or not, very nearly losing her feet out from under her as she did so. This whole thing was very rapidly going from bad to worse, T'Rae just stared dumbfounded down at the dark coffee seeping into her uniform, and no she was definitely absolute not trying not to cry, that would be silly. It was just coffee.

"You, restrain them!" She hissed, her voice definitely not a not or two higher than it generally was as she yelling at the cyborg, he had brought them this was definitely his fault somehow, before storming off to sit down beneath the nearest tree with her back to the party and wallow in self pity. This was a stupid party. It was a stupid afternoon and she should have just let Miahzae come on her own, she should have just left her stupid fiancé at home, she really should have known that he wasn't actually going to be of any use at all. She was just going to be sitting here swearing to herself and trying to wring some of the coffee out of her shirt. Great, now she was going to be sticky and smell like coffee all day, as though the substance wasn't bad enough on its own when it wasn't anywhere near her now she was going to be putting up with it all down her chest. Today sucked.

The yelling and noise caught the Moon's attention though, shifting back behind her sisters nervously. Please... please stop! She called despite the fact that it was pretty sure it was futile, for along moment she stood there frozen and just watching with a growing horror as the coffee was spilled over her bond, automatically Miahzae was chasing after her, shuffling nervously behind T'Rae. She didn't want her bond to be unhappy, this was a party, parties were supposed to be happy. Gently Miahzae nudged at T'Rae's hand, laying down beside her bond when the Vulcan actually responded to place her hand over the Gryphon's head gently. It was alright T'Rae, she was here with you. Not that it particularly helped at all, the woman was still soggy and miserable and grouchy, but she couldn't bring herself to turn the Moon away either.

Raeri was, at the very least, willing to take control of the situation. Rolling her eyes impatiently at T'Rae's little fit before abandoning Alan and the pirate, Oh my oh my this won't do at all. Alan darling do you have any towels we're going to need towels. She changed the topic quite readily as she trotted over to the food table, rather content to abandon Estrella and her tray of raw meat. She had a mess to clean up, which mainly meant moving as much of what she had made out of the way as she possible could so she could pick up the loose edge of the table cloth and attempt to mop up some of the coffee before it managed to leak into anything else. Really someone should have been keeping a better eye on this stuff.

[He said, she said - Yelled/Shouted - 813 Words]

The little fluff ball seemed... Pleasant enough. He was quite calm, and Winston was completely thrilled with his attention, though the Dark Fey really couldn't see why. The creature wasn't even phased when a brawl of some sorts suddenly appeared on the table as well. The fighting Pongbats were given an uninterested look from Zaer while the Celeste Cat blinked large eyes at them. Sibling rivalry perhaps? Oh well, it was none of his business. Besides, he had someone to entertain!

I's Winnie. Shorts for Winston. This my bonded, Zae. Here he paused, lowering his voice conspiratorially before he spoke once more. He not as bad as he looks.

The Fey growled at the feline. "I heard that." he ignored the wink the Diamond offered the Ultraviolet, instead peering more closely at the big ball of fluff. All of a sudden he reached over and picked the creature up, wanting to get a closer look. Winston's gave a sharp mew of surprise, which was ignore. "You really are all fluff, aren't you?" he questioned, voice dull.

Zae! Puts him down, yous didn't ask! But his words fell on deaf ears, and the Dismond threw an apologetic look at the 'Bat. He never listened!

[ooc; I hope the slight PPing is okay, if not let me know and I'll change it.]

SQUAWK -RATTLE- *ROLL~*

Yeah, it was safe to say Halloren and Herodias were not even remotely paying any attention to any disapproving stares or upset hollerings, not with the way glitter was being spread all through the sticky spilled coffee and a few loose feathers were floating down to settle on the tabletop as well. Unfortunately for Halloren, Gammas might be big Pongbats but they were still Pongbats, and the Wraith Gryphette massively outsized her. Which meant Queen or not, she got herself trapped at some point inside Herodias' beak, which made the Wraith just pleased as punch, let us tell you. All at once the mess of flying fur and fighting flight came to a halt with Herodias sitting dead in the middle of the table, tail twitching around gleefully while Halloren hissed and squeaked and flailed her wings to no avail, angry beady eyes glaring out from between the gaps in the beak, which couldn't entirely close. Both of them were sporting as much or more coffee than the table itself. Glitter, hot coffee, fur, feathers, and angry spit? Worst mess ever to clean up when they got home. Be glad they aren't yours.

Well, they both wanted to be the center of attention, they certainly had drawn *some* kind of attention now. Unsurprisingly, neither of them seem to differentiate between good and bad attention.

Grrrwk! Herodias warbled around the puffball. She had won, look look! Wasn't she awesome? She was so awesome. Now give all the attentions just like she deserved for being a winrar. NOW.

Normally, at this point even Geoffrey would've stepped in to slap them both around and get them to behave themselves but he was a little busy with a different fussy female, Pongbats and party forgotten almost altogether with while he was delaing with T'Rae, a shameless grin on his face. At least he had kept his mouth shut besides that one comment, right? Just one comment? Well, he tried not to say anything else, and until she screamed, immediately letting go and backing off stumbling steps to watch the whole scene play out.

To his credit, he was clearly struggling for all his might not just breakdown dying and gasping for air. Unfortunately, he failed, and all of a sudden just doubled over slightly laughing like hell. He may have kept it together had she not, well, look was to say that overdone though the phrase may be, T'Rae screamed like a girl.

It was a brief bout of laughter, at least, when it faded away he did immediately credit after T'Rae, ignoring sharp glares from Pinkie on the dancefloor where the Tide clearly DID NOT APPROVE of such party-pooping. Parties were for happy everyone will be happy everyone was going to have fun they were going to have SO MUCH FUN AND THEY WOULD ENJOY THE FUN. The Blazemount twisted around, flames flaring up with a flicker ingshock of pink, and offered happy horsey noises and headbobs to the others on the dancefloor, few though they were. You guys liked parties, right? You were having fun, right? (Say yes oh god.)

Geoffrey and T'Rae, ahem. Them. We were seeing what was up with them, weren't we. Geoffrey stopped a couple meters from where T'Rae and Miahzae sat, giving the woman a slightly pleading look over the grin still stuck in place. "Come on, you can always change her clothes later, you know, it's not any worse than paint was," he pointed out, actually referring to the bonding on her lawn that had ended up with Pinkie attached to him in fact, and it was a very fair point indeed. When *he* was the one getting smacked around with unwanted staining liquids it was funny to *her*. Admittedly, the coffee smelled a lot stronger in the summer sun, was probably stickier although he would have debated whether it was more annoying.

Maybe Enke should have spared some chains to leave him tied to the food table and someone could've stuffed his mouth full of raw meat before he had said anything else stupid today. Could Enke be divested of any of them? Had he tried? Now might be a good time to find out…

And off by herself, for once Lucy the Catahoula was not somehow the perpetrator here, or the victim. Which meant it was only a matter of time, and she seemed to be thinking that, tiptoeing away from Zaerias and Winston as it seemed incredibly distracted by the Pongbats, and sneaking over to give a bright, white smile to Elouise instead. You know, as sneaky as an insanely bright-coloured Ailoa that was practically skipping through a crowded area can be. And hi to you! Huh? Help? She glanced over. OOPS. Hi party starty man. Not our faults! the Catahoula instantly blurted out to Alan as well. Totally innocents! she continued to stammer ... Lucy nobody was even blaming you. Oh, pre-emptively guilty consciences.

[ He Said She Said - Stammered | 825 words ]

Enke

The Straight From Nature’s ears perked up happily at the tone of Enke’s voice. The funny man had a funny voice too, and it just tickled her to no end. She wobbled slightly to the side and eyed the piece of metal in his hand. The Radio sat the necklace in her mouth down gently in front of him and rolled back over to the pile of scrap, digging carefully through it, and after a few moments returned with a much shinier piece of metal, that may have once been part of a very large, ornate earring and plopped it down next to the necklace. Maybe this piece was more like what he was looking for?

Meanwhile, the coffee-soaked ball of irritability that was the Dark Roast Ultraviolet flopped down onto the table gracelessly and eyed the table’s inhabitants. The piece of metal was given a brief glance and a look of disdain, before the Lord turned away from everyone and deflated, sulking, still upset about the fact he was wet and sticky and smelled like a cheap coffee house.

Estrella

The Cream and Sugar Radio Female had remained entirely withdrawn from all the commotion for as long as she could, too shy to approach anyone. For the last several minutes she had been at the far corner, chewing curiously on one of Alan’s pencils, but she brought her attention back to the party when Estrella and her friends joined the crowd at the table.

She watched the pirate move the crayons over the paper, and slowly, cautiously began to make her way over to Estrella. When she was close enough to get a good look at the paper she poofed up in surprise, and flexed her pale blue wings out so she could compare them to the wings on the puffball the pirate was drawing. A match! Well, as good a match as Estrella’s drawing capabilities could produce, but the Radio was extremely flattered (and quite a bit abashed) by the attempt nonetheless.

T’Rae and Geoffrey

Yes Herodias, the Mocha Frappe Microwave was so incredibly impressed by your victory. He was also covered in coffee though. Ew. Give him a minute to clean himself off, then he’ll celebrate with you.

When Miahzae ran off to comfort T’Rae, Ryzalae and Kelziae were right on her tail. The two looked the Vulcan over and shifted around a bit. The Star tilted her head to the side and made a face. I’m sure it’ll wash off, just wash it soon, I guess? Not very reassuring, but hey, at least she was trying.

Zaerias

The Catch a Few Z’s Ultraviolet gave a groggy noise of protest as he was lifted from his spot. A little bit of warning would be nice, you know. But he supposed he could forgive the fey for being ignorant of proper social graces so long as he was being given attention, and as long as he was, he was going to milk it for everything it was worth.

Elouise

It didn’t hit Alan immediately. There was just the commotion, and the tablecloth, and the slightly ruined tea cakes. He’d snatched a rather lovely dish towel from where he’d hung it just in case of a situation like this and was heading straight for the spill. And then she turned to face him. And she wasn’t the only one whose mind went blank.

Coherent thought struggled its way back to him. Was he seeing ghosts now? Had he finally had a mental breakdown? But she looked so solid, so real. But she was dead, he was there when she died; the knife descending, blood spilling, the light draining from her eyes, it wasn’t just a nightmare. She was dead.

”I tried to help.” The words turned over bit by bit in his head. His feet responded before the rest of him did, closing the distance between them until the detective was less than an arm’s length from her. The strong smell of coffee was everywhere, and an alarming amount of it was soaked into her delicate scarf. From so close he could see the scar it had served to hide, raised and pink against the pale skin of her neck.

Someone else was speaking, and surprisingly enough, he must have heard Raeri well enough for it to register, because he was holding the towel out to her without a second thought, without even taking his eyes off of Elouise. Really, he was terrified that if he turned away for just a second, he’d turn back and she’d be gone.

For a moment he hesitated, but he had to know, had to know she was there. Had to know he hadn’t lost it. He brought his hand up slowly and laid it gently over the scarf she held in front of her, a rush of joy flooding him as his fingers closed on soaked, but solid, fabric. The distraught expression faded from his face, replaced with a warm smile that grew larger by the second as he met her eyes. ”Lady Elouise Parker. It’s so very, very wonderful to see you again.”

*ooc* Wow, sorry about Alan, he had to have a moment there 8|
-All the descriptions are up, so I'll be taking prefs now (preferably a list of all of them, most wanted to least wanted, with or without reasons is fine)
-This bonding is now you post, I post. Now that I have free time and motivation, I'm hoping to get this going a lot faster than it has been.*

Awkward situation was only made all the more awkward as Alan seemed to realize who she was. She hadn’t seen him in well over a month so his not recognizing her right away was understandable, as was the confusion and the hint of…fear? El blinked and a faint crease appeared between her copper brows as she began to shift, chewing nervously on her lower lip as Alan walked right up to her, a bit closer than was perhaps proper but she made no movement to increase the distance between them.

When his gaze fell to her throat, El felt the sudden urge to run away and hide. He must think she was hideously disfigured now. A misty sheen descended over her eyes though for the time being she managed to avoid crying—it was sure to come at some point, but not just yet—and closed her fingers more tightly around the dripping scarf that really hadn’t done a whole lot to help with the mess on the table. Terrified that Alan was going to erupt in a storm of disgust and rejection and truly having no idea where the fear came from or why she was certain it would wound her if he did so, El held perfectly still, like a frightened doe, or a statue.

When Alan finally reached out, his larger hand closing over the scarf in her hand, a smile blossoming over his face, she felt the tear dams break. Tears welled up and spilled over, streaking down her cheeks as she stared up at the man. He didn’t reject her after all—like he would, he was too nice for that you silly goose—and what’s more he seemed relieved. Before he’d even finished speaking, she untangled her fingers from the scarf then lurched forward impulsively and flung her arms about his waist. She might have said something but it was well and truly muffled against his clothing.

Protesting the sudden pressure, Pervert let out a shrill squeak and wriggled his way out of El’s bodice and then out from between the two humans until he could climb up to El’s shoulder where he gave the other pong…the intruder, a look, puffing up to his puffiest and trying very hard to look intimidating. Berry might have joined in but he was fast asleep in El’s hair, oblivious to the jostling that had been a result of El’s spontaneous desire to hug the host of the party.

((Bahaha, so I'm now positive that El has a little school girl crush on Alan XD))

Enke was once again stubbornly ignoring the rest of the party. Such absurd social happenings did nothing but flummox him. Fighting, at least, he could understand. That was basic, primal, even if this was supposed to be a sophisticated party. Although, come to think of it, he'd never attended a fancy-schmancy shindig that boasted arts and crafts. But that was beside the point. The point was all the blabbering and blubbering made him feel a bit like the Dark Roast Ultraviolet. Poor chap.

At least the Shinies and the shiny bits were providing a welcome distraction. And the Straight from Nature Radio seemed absurdly pleased to have his attention. Odd, but he'd take it. He smiled--goodness, the cuteness was making him soft!--at the female's second enthusiastic offering.

"Ah, a little treasure hunter, eh? Maybe you've a better eye than me." He fingered the trinkets, and his hand came away glittery. He'd be sporting the tiny particles for days, probably. "But your sulky friend here doesn't seem so inclined..." He looked over at the male Pongbat, all forlorn and forbidding. It took a surprising amount of self control not to laugh. Enke glanced back. Norway he was braving the menagerie by the refreshment table for a napkin.

"Ah! I have just the thing." from one of his pockets (of course with a triumphant flourish), he procured a pristine handkerchief. Of course, he was not entirely familiar with Pongbat-cleaning protocol. He turned in askance to the radio. "So, shall we offer your friend some assistance?" He dare not scoop up the grumpy fluff-nugget. For all he knew, the thing might mangle his hand. Anyway, he might as well try to coax the Ultraviolet. "Come on," he cajoled, fluttering the square of cloth. "Don't you want to get clean? We will help you."

Zaerias threw Winston a grin when the creature he had decided to investigate showed no signs of discomfort with being picked up. The Celeste Cat just rolled his eyes and trotted a little further down the table, investigating the plates and bowls of food that others had brought to this strange affair. He was trying to be careful not to brush his fur against any of the food but hey, when you were as fluffy as he was... It was difficult sometimes, okay? >>;;

But meanwhile, the Dark Fey was having fun(?) (maybe perhaps, we don't know) getting a close look at the Pong, not that he knew what it was called yet, until... "The f-ck. Where did all this glitter come from?" His tone wasn't all that pleased, and his pointed ears were now pinned back.

The Diamond a few feet away, whom had been sniffing at some yummy stew, twisted around and purred like a freaking motor boat. Glitters? Ohs, that comes froms the 'Bat, duh! The feline was given a long flat look, which forced another loud purr from the fluffy Diamond. The 'cotton ball' you's holding, Zae. He's a 'Bat.

. . . "This is not a bat." He grasped the tip of one of the Ultraviolet's wings in two of his fingers, lifting it gently. "Has the wings of one, but definitely not a bat."

Winston had now flopped over onto his side he was purring so hard, making some of the dishes clatter though none fell. Thankfully. You's silly, bondeds! Nots a bat, a 'Bat! ... Pongsbat.

"Pongsbat?" Who came up with these species names? First a Watch-Wher, then Celeste Cat, now a Pongsbat? (Shhh, we won't tell him the 's' ninja'd in there. Let's have him suffer a while x3) He decided that a five year-old was in charge of the naming of things here. Seriously...

But Zaerias turned his purple gaze back onto the Ultraviolet and stared at him for a few seconds. "So why are you all glittery?" Like Edward Cullen.

Omg vampire pongs. :D

ANYWAYS YEAH. So. That question. |D Got an answer, Catch a Few Z's?