☩There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky☩

[magicalskeptic]

First and foremost, this is a party.  It may be celebrating the end of summer, and the opening of a business, but it's a party, with all and sundry invited.  There is food, wine, music, and, hopefully, something to keep everyone entertained.

Yes, it is a mixture of what the hostess has always known -- there are sheaves of corn used in decoration --

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[dangleangle]

Jensen arrives to the party as soon as he can. Who cares about being fashionably late? He's usually not one for fashion anyway. Tonight he is conscious of fashion in the clothes department, opting for a suit ensemble but neglecting the jacket. He's also giving contacts a try but he's not sure if he likes them and the hassle they bring.

In his front vest pocket is his guest: a tiny shell named Marcel wearing shiny black shoes. Jensen takes a look around the room before addressing his friend. "Well, little guy, it looks like we are the party so far. How do you feel about finger food?"

[aimed_sorted]

They may or may not be shocked to discover Garrison, in the corner with a drink, people-watching with a vengeance.

Despite the fact he looks more or less exactly like he does at the office (well, except that he's dressed a bit more stylishly), he is having a good time. Jensen and Marcel would be forgiven for not being able to tell the difference.

[dangleangle]

As soon as Jensen spots someone he knows he raises his arms high over his head. "Garrison! What up?" Yeah, sorry if you wanted to stay a wallflower, Garrison. Jensen isn't letting that happen and he makes a beeline for the older man.

[aimed_sorted]

Maybe he smiled a little? Maybe. Or maybe this is Garrison's happy face, who knows.

"Good evening, Jensen," he says, mildly. "Quite the gathering, isn't it?"

Because he's not attending the party, he's studying it, apparently.

/threadjacking shell alert!

[marceltheshell]

"Garrison, do you like my new shoes?" Marcel (standing on Jensen's shoulder) holds out one foot, to show off his black, shiny dress shoes, because this is the most important question of the night.

"Do you? Do you? Do you?" Marcel's a little overexcited to be here.

[aimed_sorted]

Garrison considers, a moment, then says, "They're fine."

Which counts as high praise.

[dangleangle]

Jensen elbows Garrison. "Aren't they shiny? Marcel spit shined them himself, it took him all week. I'd say that's pretty impressive."

[marceltheshell]

"I can dance in them." Marcel demonstrates by hokey-pokeying with this left shoe, and then his right.

[aimed_sorted]

Considering Marcel has no hands, his shining anything is impressive.

"I imagine you two plan to become the center of attention as soon as possible, then."

[dangleangle]

"Welp, a lot of that depends on Marcel. I am totally cool with being the center of attention, but I'm not going to assume anything." He looks a bit sheepish. "The last time I did I had about five pissed off aliens wanting to kick my ass."

[aimed_sorted]

Garrison smiles. "I think I heard about that."

[marceltheshell]

Marcel is horrified. "No aliens can beat up Jensen. I will find a brush and beat them up."

[marceltheshell]

"Mrhhmwph!" is all Jensen gets in response, but enthusiastically.

Somewhere, during the trip, Marcel's managed to get himself turned upside-down and has been unable to right himself, so he's talking into the bottom of Jensen's pocket.

[dangleangle]

He hears a noise but there's no way Jensen can decipher it with all the other noise. On a good day he can speak fluent shell.

Reaching into his pocket, Jensen pulls out Marcel and sets him on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

[marceltheshell]

"I'm excited." Apparently that's what mrhhmwph means in upside-down shell.

"I'm wearing my best shoes. Is Wendy here? She needs to see my shoes. But she's seen them before because she gave them to me but she's never seen me wear them."

[dangleangle]

"You know, I dunno if she's here. I haven't seen her yet but that doesn't mean she isn't coming." He looks sideways at Marcel. "We should go scouting. Either find Wendy or make a new friend. What do you think?"