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Psykgi Mentha

Psykgi was just strolling around, minding her own... oh who was she kidding, she was eavesdropping like a champ... when suddenly an offer came out of thin air. Psykgi grinned at the tealblood. ”Sure!” she said – she loved company, she really did. She started on her way over. Now, she was sort of minding her own business, navigating to a table being something that you focused on.

Suddenly, a hand came out and took some of her food. Psykgi raised a quizzical eyebrow, as ma'am chittered unhappily.

Rude, rude... her lusus said.

Psykgi only smiled. Did the blueblood think she was a serving troll? Well, that was cute. Clearly, the blueblood was unobservant and hadn't noticed that she was eating them too.

Psy decided to play it up for all that it was worth, for the sake of fun. She gave the trolls at the table a playful wink and turned, for the time being, to the blueblood.

”Hello!” she said, ”Clearly, you are interested in the food, so I'll just give you a rundown on what I have here!”

Ma'am grumbled, as much as a swarm of roaches could grumble – her troll was supposed to be rising socially, not... serving like this.

Psykgi proceeded to describe... and lie profusely... about every item on the plate. Some things she made sound better than they were, some worse than they were (subtly, of course) and some... well, she hadn't tried some of them yet, and so... well. She lied. A lot.

She wanted to see what the helix-symbolled blueblood would do with her information, but Ma'am reminded her that she had a table to get to.

Just a little bit longer? Just to see? And then she could mess with them further by retreating to the table and observing them from a distance. Though... she did hate to be rude herself.

"Hahahaha. Yeah, both our names start with the same letter!" She tried not to roll her eyes at Chiara and placed her arm around Elidae. "We're like, Vowel Sisters or something!" Eridia couldn't believe the s**t was was saying. Vowel Sisters? The heck?

The purpleblood wanted to laugh as her friend purposely took someone else's food. The redblooded troll had approached them. She described the food she had on her plate with excruciating details. That was something rather.. unusual, unless she had tasted every dish. "Woooow the service here knows the stuff they serve!" She smirked at the redblood. "Out of eeeeverything you've mentioned, what would you recommend? We are reeeeally famished!"

Time to test the redblood's validity.

Hemera's head turned a fraction of an inch towards Afryse as he whispered to her. The redblood was lying? That was certainly risky around a purpleblood. A purpleblood with a blueblood who assumed a lower caste was the help of all things. Hemera admired how well Psykgi rolled with it. Perhaps this was a way to fight back in the only way she knew how? But, again, the redblood was about to have her bluff called.
That might not end well.

Hearing something crack, Mera glanced down and noticed Afryse's fingers starting to make ice. Now that certainly wasn't good with this sort of company around. With her plate on the table, Mera made a quick judgment call. "Oh, I seem to have forgotten something to drink! So did you, Afryse! I'll just put my jacket down on a seat for you," she called to Psykgi with a smile, "and we'll be back in a moment."

Then she dragged Afryse away from the scene, back to the buffet table. Hopefully the redblood would climb out of the hole she dug herself, and the highbloods would move off so Afryse would not be so riskily nervous. The line, however, was getting ridiculous. Someone seemed to be up front and hadn't moved yet. Line trolls were grumbling, but not bothering to do anything. Strafing around to get to the cooler, Mera took time to pause with Nictor. "Hey there. I know there's a lot to choose from, but other trolls are hungry and you're keeping them waiting. Maybe you should get a few things for now and more later if you can't decide? And if you need somewhere to sit..." Yes, this troll seemed lonely, too. "We're at the table with the teal jacket on the one chair."

With that, she continued on with Afryse, and when she figured they had some amount of privacy, she whispered, "Are you okay? You were starting to blow your cover. Should I be concerned?"

Azrael waited for Poe to finish. He hadn't intended to upset the green blood only to remark on the danger of not being able to see past his horns. "I would saw my horns off in an instant," the blue blood said with confidence. He saw no reason to keep things like that if they were going to be a hindrance. "I do not wish to see society crushed because someone decided to take offense to a mistake such as this, which is why I commented. I did not mean for it to sound as a personal confrontation," he explained and held out his hand. He did find the pun funny, but he did his best to keep his neutral demeanor. He figured he'd like this troll. But the snappish way the green blood spoke gave Azrael the impression he was probably sensitive about his horns. " I meant, I could help with it, I mean your horns. I think.... You could probably keep a majority of it right around here." He touched the horn where the curve would be under the green blood's right eye. "You could see and it would frame your eyes most admirably I think," he then dropped his hand to recognize the introduction. He didn't think they got off on the wrong foot at all, but he didn't want to cause anymore unnecessary strife. "You did not get on my foot in the first place," Azrael pointed out. Whether he was joking or not was anyone's guess. "I am Azrael Mortis, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Poeias Claudy," he tried his best to sound dignified.

Nictor Sabbat

At the sound of a voice so close to him, Nictor let out a strangled yelp sort of noise, giving a full body jerk that caused him to jostle the table in front of him, the loud noise of plates and cutlery clattering against each other ringing harshly in his ears. His head whipped up so fast one might expect to hear the snapping of vertebrae accompanying. He stared wide eyed, face coloring yellow with the rush of blood to his cheeks.

Tealblood. There was a tealblood talking to him. his mouth felt dry and tongue heavy and Nictor knew trying to form words right now wouldn't do him any good. He'd only seen one or two tealboods before, ones that decided to travel out to the Chittentown market to sell wares to the lower caste masses. But this one talked to him. Her offer processed after a few seconds and he could only blink after her retreating form in his befuddlement. Had she just offered for him to sit with her? Had that actually happened? What?

The disgruntled grumbling of the line growing behind him finally caught his attention, and Nictor backtracked on what the other troll has said to him. He was holding up the buffet line. Carefully shaking out his hands, and giving an clipped apologetic noise, Nictor focused on grabbing a plate and filling it with whatever dishes seemed to be closest.

Backing off from the table, Nictor breathed deep, watching the other trolls immediately rush through the space he'd emptied. but they all seemed content to ignore him. Feeling his shoulders loosen a little, Nictor began walking carefully towards the tables, trying to find somewhere quiet to settle down and wait out the whole event. The tealbood's suggestion was there, yes. Why would she do that? Why offer for him to sit wither her? Should he actually do it? He shivered a little. No, she was off talking to another yellowblood, which means he could slip away unnoticed now.

Unfortunately, that plan was nixed, as Nictor heard a another offer to sit being called out very close to him. Glancing quickly to the source, he found his eyes locked briefly on a young purpleblood at a table but a few yards away.

And there went any composure he was able to gain.

The poor kid went stiff, eyes going so wide you might expect they'd pop out of his skull. His shoulders hunched inward and hands clamped down painfully on his plate, some of the food squishing against his fingers. Purpleblood. Purple. A strangled keening noise escaped him as his face took on a muted look of horror, far too overwhelmed to really express it. Why here. Why now. The tealblood was bad enough, what did he do to deserve this. There weemed to be a rustblood, another yellowblood, and a blueblood near the table too but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Eridia.

Ok, wasn't expecting the yellowblood. Eridia tapped her fingers lightly on the table. She decided to adjust her plan, since she didn't think of the variables before hand. She was inviting her friend, plus Elidae, definitely not the other yellowblood. Doesn't matter... I can work with this. She exhaled, the highblood didn't want to lose her calm. He seemed terrified though. Did she do anything?

"Hey kid! C'mere, it seems like you've seen a ghost." She battered her eyes and smiled not-so-nicely at him to make the yellowblood even more nervous. "I know you are mesmerized with my looks but, that's ok!" She shrugged casually. "Who isn't?" Eridia laughed half-heartedly and looked back at Psy, who seemed mockingly surprised. That irked her. What? Why is her tone so... UGH! Is she up to something?

"It's great knowing that you don't mind. WHO'D MIND? " The child said a bit too bitter than intended. "WE'RE ALL GOING TO ENJOY MY LOVELY COMPANY." Quickly she cleared her throat, feeling it as dry as the desert itself. She hoped her taste buds wouldn't register any flavor by now. "WHY I CAN'T REMEMBER YOUR EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF THIS!" The child pointed at the least appealing food on her plate. "WOULD YOU MIND REMINDING ME DEEEEARY?"

Nictor Sabbat

Nictor blinked a few times, struggling not to have a complete internal meltdown. He wished me could just phase through the floor to get away or maybe rewind time and pass on that free food and 'optional' sign up.

He'd been distracted by the redblood and her offer, but he couldn't have taken her up on it if he'd wanted to. His fingers were locked tight on his plate, arms and shoulders tense and strained. When the purpleblood spoke, one might think a gun had gone off nearby from Nictor's reaction. His whole body jolted back a couple steps, head snapping back to look at her, lips pressed into a thin line and big eyes and scared. His face crumpled into confusion when she implied him admiring his looks, not catching on to what she was getting at in the slightest. Then the blueblood joined in the cajoling, and another distressed hum sounded from him. Nictor swayed slightly, his eyes skittering around their surrounds, searching for some kind of escape. It would seem he found none though as his only response to the two was a jerky nod, before starting forward with stilted movements.

Left foot, right foot, breathe, left foot, right foot, breathe, left foot, left-right! Right foot! Breathe, breathe. Nictor approached the seating with some obvious reluctance and stilted, stumbling motions that made him look like he was about to keel over any second from how he was tipping. Some food items slid off his plate when one hand jerked oddly as he passed by the redblood too close for comfort, his own unsteady feet almost sending him in a direct crash course, but was diverted at the very last second. He winced as the food splattered on the ground, eternally grateful that it hadn't gone flying at Psykgi, and sped up his pace as much as he could while still trying to keep track of his limbs.

Eventually he made it to the seats and chose a spot with plenty of vacant space around him. Better to have arm room for when he inevitably made a mess of things. Glancing up a the purpleblood and blueblood from beneath his fluffy fringe, he hoped against hope that nothing went too horribly wrong. Belatedly, he internally patted himself on the back for not tripping and face planting in his own food. He was handling this whole encounter a lot better than he'd ever expected of himself if faced with a highblood.

Upon hearing Eridia's rising volume Hemera wheeled around to look at the tables. The situation was growing tense like she had thought it might. An uppity lowblood and a snotty highblood left plenty of room for some kind of skirmish, where people were supposed to eat together and enjoy each other's company, no less.
Hemera pushed up her glasses. This would not do.

Head held high, she strode back to her table, eyes on Psykgi and Eridia. "I think everyone here has the opportunity to have fun. That's what we're here for, but perhaps we should take a moment to breathe. It's been a bit of a harrowing night for all of us, especially if we're not from the area. I can sympathize. But maybe your version of the food was flavored or made differently," Mera said to Eridia. "These things happen." Turning to Psykgi with a look momentarily showing that she wondered what the hell this girl was thinking playing such games, she still kept it pleasant. "I don't think I've ever seen hair like yours before. Did you style it yourself or get it cut somewhere?" It may be a new trend she might not be aware of.