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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne may be a little late to the festivities, but she's here now and she's...

...noticing a draft.

"Ooookay. So long as I don't have to pick anything up off the floor, I should be fine."

She grabs a seat at the nearest table, drumming her fingers lightly on the surface. "Now I know how Julian felt."

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[cutting_edgex23]

And maybe it's the name 'Julian' that catches X's attention.

She has a vested interest, after all. Even if she would never admit it.

She approaches Mary Anne silently, sliding into a seat at her table.

"Hello."

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey there."

Mary Anne smiles.

"Looks like you missed out on the costuming." She does not sound like this is a great tragedy.

[cutting_edgex23]

X nods.

"Yes."

She does not look displeased, either.

"I do not mind."

[song_tra_bong]

"Didn't figure you would," she says.

"How've you been?"

[fabled_fox]

Little cold feets on Mary-Anne's leg.

"Glaceon?"

Fox is, despite appearances, still himself. Still immortal.

Should be easy to sense by other immortal beings.

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey, little guy."

She tilts her head. "You got stuck in a costume, too?"

Because something here definitely says 'illusion.'

[fabled_fox]

"Glaaaaaceeeon!" he says emphatically.

Very stuck. And more than a little chilly.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne's starting to notice the coldness, too.

"Don't suppose a blanket would help you at all?"

[no_sin_but]

"Congratulations," Marlowe says in his soft, oh-so-amused voice.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne arches an eyebrow and gives him a look of suitably imperial disdain.

"And you come out unscathed. Joy."

[no_sin_but]

He leans forward in his seat, black eye twinkling wickedly.

"You sound so disheartened, my dear. I would have thought you'd be thrilled with your promotion."

[song_tra_bong]

She matches the lean.

"I might be more thrilled if the promotion came with a longer hemline."

Also, sexy as the outfit is, there is no place to hide a knife. This is vexing.