[CHATRP] May Day Masquerade

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  1. <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Seran enters.] <span class="time">-11:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Max Lennox is looking for a woman. Not just any woman; a specific woman whom he really kind of wants to injure right now.] <span class="time">-12:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran walked into the designated Masquerade area. She looked about the place. It seemed like she was one of the first people here except for another man. <span class="time">-12:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;She could at least send a note,&quot; Max muttered to himself as he looked around Pan's Glen. People were beginning to trickle in, the maypole's ribbons were dancing in the midmorning breeze, and a bonfire was being stoked in the center of the glade. Adjusting his stag's mask, he made a mental count of the number of may baskets they'd be passing out this May Day. Why had he ever thought that being May King last year was such an honor? <span class="time">-12:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran's mask was gold, like the accents of her toga. Pan's Glen was always a fun place whether there was a public event or not. She couldn't wait for more people to dance with the maypole ribbons. She couldn't help but glance over to Max, who seemed a bit miffed. <span class="time">-12:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Was that- Nope, not her. Oh well; maybe he could get some help? Even though it was someone else's job. Frowning, he ran a hand through his copper hair and approached the woman. Willow's Shielding was a big small town, but it was hard to recognize everyone on this particular holiday unless they wore a particular mask every year, as Max did. &quot;Good morning. Have you got a minute?&quot; <span class="time">-12:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seeing Max walk over to her, she turned to face him. &quot;Hello,&quot; she said cheerfully. &quot;...Oh? Is something the matter?&quot; <span class="time">-12:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Have you seen... Never mind. I could use a little bit of help, actually,&quot; he admitted, grinning sheepishly. He tried to place her by her voice, but he wasn't sure that he knew her. &quot;We're running behind a bit. Can you help me put together some flower baskets?&quot; <span class="time">-12:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran tilted her head to the side a bit at the first question that derailed. &quot;Oh?&quot; She didn't think she recognized Max. She thought he sounded familiar but she still couldn't recognize him. &quot;Oh? I'd be glad to!&quot; Seran replied with a smile. <span class="time">-12:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Thanks. Over here.&quot; He started toward the long table they'd use for the evening's feast. The empty baskets sat on the grass at one end, while the freshly cut flowers and spools of ribbon sat in a heap on the table itself. The baskets should have been made up hours ago, really, but the responsible party had failed to show. Max had made about a dozen himself before giving up. &quot;It's Max, by the way. Max Lennox.&quot; <span class="time">-12:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded and followed Max over to the table. She picked up a basket and then looked to Max. &quot;...Oh! Max? Hi there! I'm Seran...--Oh wait...&quot; Seran then blinked. &quot;Were we not supposed to say?&quot; she asked, completely forgetting that they were the only two at the party. <span class="time">-12:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Well, some people would rather not,&quot; he said teasingly, plucking up a daisy and tapping her on the nose with it, &quot;but that depends on how you want the day to go. Personally I prefer to be myself.&quot; Sitting down on the table's edge, he started filling up a new basket. <span class="time">-12:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran grinned and let out a giggle at the nose tap. &quot;Hehehe~ All right then.~&quot; she smiled as she filled up a basket as well. <span class="time">-12:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Setsuko entered in silence, resting one hand atop the other at lap's height in a reserved, if visibly apprehensive fashion. She sported an impressive maroon mask accented with feathers of a similar hue, but her slightly oversized and improperly executed toga gave the impression that she was a clear stranger to this Mediterranean custom.] <span class="time">-12:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Did you come here with anyone?&quot; he asked conversationally. &quot;Well, obviously not. But I mean, is anyone meeting you?&quot; <span class="time">-12:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Ah...Nope, no one's meeting me.&quot; Serena shrugged. She then saw someone entered. &quot;Oh! Hello!&quot; <span class="time">-12:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Spotting the new arrival as well, Max gave a wave, trying his best to smile instead of scowl. Where [i[was[/i] that blasted woman? &quot;Morning!&quot; <span class="time">-12:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> ((Whoops, coding fail.)) <span class="time">-12:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> This was...well, not underwhelming, but less terrifying than she'd anticipated. By the looks of things, she’d managed to arrive before the majority of guests; a sure boon for her purposes. Then, a voice. Turning her head in its direction, she stared for a moment or two before responding with a quiver in her voice. “Um, how are yo--I mean, hello. To you, too.” <span class="time">-12:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Hn?&quot; she squeaked softly. The new guest seemed to be quite nervous, and she didn't understand why. Maybe she couldn't recognize them? &quot;How are you, today?&quot; <span class="time">-12:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Care to join us?&quot; Max offered, indicating the flower baskets that Seran and he were putting together. There was not much else to offer at present, although he could see Tess the fiddle player and her bandmates setting up on the dais across the glen. Soon enough they'd have some music, at least. <span class="time">-01:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Cripes. She was already embarrassing herself. They didn’t say anything outright, but the faint level of concern in the other person’s voice spoke volumes with regards to her socially awkward etiquette. Taking another (fairly uncomfortable pause), Setsuko responded with the closest thing to an assuring tone she could muster. “I’m fine~this is my first time, though, doing this. I’m not from the area...” <span class="time">-01:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “O-Oh?” Desperate to avoid another awkward pause, she replied with the first answer that came to mind. “Oh, I don’t mind. I mean, sure.” <span class="time">-01:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Floyd Bell has come here to forget about his boring life, and maybe find something a little special. He was wearing a simple, white chiton, and a mask that resembled the face of a chinese dragon; elegant, but fearsome in its appearance.] <span class="time">-01:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Linaire entered and looked around slowly noticing a few people with masks. She was wearing simple white chiton with golden leaf patterns in every edge. Her mask was also white with white feathers at the side. It looked like an owl. ] <span class="time">-01:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Ohh I see,&quot; Seran nodded, finishing another basket. &quot;Well, welcome! I hope you enjoy the party!...E-eheheh its a bit slow right now, but people are coming in one by one!&quot; she said. Speaking of which, she saw two people walk into the area. &quot;Oh! hello there!&quot; she called out, waving. <span class="time">-01:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;Oh, my&quot;she mumbled to herself lowly as she noticed someone calling after her and another arrival. &quot;Hello, there&quot; she greeted while making her way to the caller. <span class="time">-01:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Floyd was slightly disappointed by the lack of people in Pan's Glen, but given his punctuality, it was not a surprise that he was one of the first people to arrive. Sighing, he looked around the clearing, only to see a woman walk into the area, and Seran waving to him. &quot;Hello... I guess,&quot; said Floyd as he approached the group of people. &quot;May I ask what are you doing?&quot; asked Floyd timidly. <span class="time">-01:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Putting together the May baskets,&quot; Max informed the man in the dragon mask, nodding in greeting to all of the newcomers. His next question was directed at Setsuko. &quot;Are you familiar with the tradition?&quot; <span class="time">-01:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Mm...honestly, no, not at all. I’m from another country.” She tactfully resolved not to mention that, even in Japan, she had no idea how to prepare for a festival. “I hope that’s not a problem. I can just move things, if that’s what you need done.” <span class="time">-01:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;All you have to do is make up the baskets with flowers and ribbons,&quot; he assured her, passing her an armful of colorful flowers. &quot;They're to be left on doorsteps around town or given out to your sweetheart. Of course, if they catch you, they get to claim a kiss.&quot; <span class="time">-01:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded. &quot;Mhm....--Wait what.&quot; she looked over to Max with a blink. &quot;They get to claim a kiss? Even in participating in this, I've never heard that...&quot; Then again, Seran never really passed out flower baskets either. <span class="time">-01:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> Feeling a bit uncomfortable around the group of people, Linaire said &quot;Please excuse me&quot; and turned around hoping to get some refreshments if there were any. She walked about, and found a clearing a few feet away where she instantly sat on the grass and sighed. <i> Should I have come? </i> she wonder as she shook her head slightly her curly hair dancing around her back. <span class="time">-01:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Wait, they get to claim a kiss even if they’re <i>not</i> my sweetheart?” Even with her face obscured by a mask, there was no doubt in the slightest that Setsuko was just as uncomfortable with that suggestion as the other girl. <span class="time">-01:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;That's an interesting tradition,&quot; said Floyd, a bit amused at the concept of something like that. &quot;So the goal is to get caught by other people? I find that unbelievable.&quot; <span class="time">-01:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max laughed lightly at the expression on Seran's face. &quot;I swear, it's true! It happened to me last year.&quot; Of course, that memory quickly lead to his expression souring as he remembered the person responsible for that kiss. &quot;I'm surprised you never heard that one. Never had a boy try it on you?&quot; <span class="time">-01:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Oh dear...I see,&quot; Seran said with a chuckle. She then shook her head for no. &quot;It hasn't happened to me....&quot; <span class="time">-01:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max was quick to reassure Setsuko. &quot;It's alright. Just don't leave a basket for anyone you don't want to be kissed by. Or learn to run fast,&quot; he joked. <span class="time">-01:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “I...see. I seem to have dropped into town at an interesting time.” She says this with mild intrigue present in her voice, all the while distancing herself quietly from the ill-fated baskets of flowers. <span class="time">-01:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;But the masks make that quite hard,&quot; mused Floyd. &quot;Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Floyd,&quot; said the man, then bowed theatrically. &quot;May I ask your names?&quot; asked Floyd, and then glanced at Max, Setsuko and Seran. <span class="time">-01:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Matsumoto Setsuko.” A pause. “Er, Setsuko is my actual name. Sorry, it’s reversed in Japan.” It felt bad to be lecturing adults on something that they probably knew beforehand, but experience had taught her that it was better than being addressed incorrectly for days on end. <span class="time">-01:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Max Lennox,&quot; the former May King answered, sticking out his hand to Floyd. &quot;We seem to be getting quite a few out-of-towners this year, huh?&quot; <span class="time">-01:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;And my name is Seran,&quot; she said with a nod. &quot;Hm? I believe so. But that's always good! More people the merrier, no?&quot; she said, grinning. <span class="time">-01:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font color=0198E1 size=2>[<font color=red size=2>Linaire</font> Is Away: Chores to do, will be back]</font> <span class="time">-01:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I do not know,&quot; confessed Floyd, taking Max's hand. &quot;It is my first time here after all. And it is not like you can recognise people, because they are wearing masks,&quot; he then turned towards Setsuko. &quot;I am aware of the tradition of Japanese names, but thank you for reminding me,&quot; smiled Floyd. &quot;It is a pleasure to meet you.&quot; <span class="time">-01:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Er...yeah. ‘Always gotta make sure; you know how it is.” <i>Of course he doesn’t know ‘how it is’. What am I saying?</i> “Likewise, though. Where is everyone else from, if not Willow’s Shielding?” <span class="time">-01:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I was born and raised here, obviously,&quot; Max answered, tying a bit of ribbon around his current basket-in-progress. &quot;What about you, Floyd?&quot; <span class="time">-01:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;It is a bit complicated,&quot; answered Floyd. &quot;My family is from England, but I was born in Hungary, so I see Hungary as my home country.&quot; <span class="time">-01:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran continued to listen to everyone talk whilst forming a few baskets. &quot;Oh? I see!&quot; <span class="time">-01:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;What about you, Seran?&quot; asked Floyd with a hint of curiousity sneaking into his voice. <span class="time">-02:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> Eavesdropping wasn't something Linaire did regularly but it sure caught her attention when the group a few feet away said 'kiss,baskets,and sweethearts'. She wondered what it had to do with this masquerade and hoped to find out soon. In the meantime, she was going to dance even though there wasn't any music. Standing up, Linaire closed her eyes, created a rythm in her mind and started dancing slowly her movements delicate and graceful. <span class="time">-02:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Me? I'm from here as well,&quot; she said with another nod. Her eyes caught glimpse of Linaire dancing. &quot;Oh?&quot; <span class="time">-02:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> As Linaire began to dance, Tess and the rest of the band began to play, fiddle and drums and harp settling into a familiar folk tune. It was one Max knew well, because he'd danced to it himself at the last May Day celebration. <span class="time">-02:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> <i>Dancing.</i> One of many social kryptonites had reared its ugly head into the festival already. Granted, it was to be expected, but it still made her uncomfortable. In a clever ploy to seem occupied, Setsuko’s hands got to work with more vigour than ever before at making some more of her bastardised renditions of the traditional flower basket. <span class="time">-02:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;Huh?&quot; Linaire heard the music play and stopped looking around spotting the band playing. A grin spread on her face as she began to bob her head slowly trying to flow with the music. In a matter of a few seconds, her body had every note memorize and she danced in tune with the song. 'Oh the beauty of dancing.' she thought then continue 'Maybe the people would join...perhaps' <span class="time">-02:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;That is a nice tune,&quot; commented Floyd. &quot;It sounds a little bit like one of the folk songs from Hungary... Too bad that dancing is not one of my fine points,&quot; he said, looking at the woman who seemed to match her movements perfectly to the music. <span class="time">-02:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran stood up, going over to Linaire and stared at her dance for a bit. Once she got a feel for the movements and the music, she followed suit in Linaire's dance. &quot;Heh~ You're really good Linaire!&quot; <span class="time">-02:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Aisling Binne approached carefully the gathering of people, her sky-blue eyes wary but expectant. The music playing had inspired some to dancing already, though of those who were begin to move in time with its sound, not all seemed as though it were of their own volition. Who would dance if they didn't want to, though, and why?] <span class="time">-02:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;Thank you&quot; Linaire reply while keeping her feet and arms in sync with the song.&quot;I have taken dancing classes since I was a petite amie, a baby&quot; she laughed her accent pertaining to french. She looked around noticing the people looking at them and hid a nervous smile. <span class="time">-02:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #38B0DE;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Of those who were not dancing, one seemed to stand out particularly to Aisling, a woman whose hands were moving swiftly to create a delicate little basket, even before Aisling's own eyes. Intrigued, she moved closer, though she reminded herself at the last moment that she ought to move slowly, as not to alarm. &quot;That's beautiful...&quot; she murmured upon getting close enough to be heard without raising her voice. <span class="time">-02:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Salvia blew in like a storm, dressed in folds of rich blue and oranges found on the local Kingfisher birds, with a feathered mask to match. She was late and she knew it, but she had a perfectly legitimate excuse.] <span class="time">-02:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> A stranger approached. Had her ploy fallen through so easily? <i>...Oh, they don’t want to dance. Thank God.</i> Setsuko couldn’t help but flash a subdued smile in return for the compliment; she mused that, in concentrating on staying busy, she’d managed to make a few okay-looking arrangements. At any rate, it had won the stranger’s approval, which felt nice enough. “Thanks a lot. It just sort of, uh...worked out that way, eheheh.” <span class="time">-02:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled at Linaire and then looked to see people come in. &quot;More people!&quot; <span class="time">-02:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;When we're done with these, would you like to dance?&quot; Max lifted his head from his work to grin at Setsuko... only to have the expression to go stale when he saw the woman in blue and orange flounce her way into the glen. <i>I'm going to kill her.</i> <span class="time">-02:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Flyod glanced curiously at the approaching woman, then at the baskets Setsuko made. He just noticed that they were indeed very beautiful. &quot;They are quite beautiful indeed,&quot; smiled Floyd. &quot;I had not even been watching, but your work really is something else,&quot; he said, inspecting one of the baskets closely. <span class="time">-02:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Being the reigning May Day Queen, and easily recognizable by the crown of flowers on top her head, Salvia should have been there hours ago. Who knew that there were so many ways to get lost outside of town when hunting for mask feathers. &quot;...What a droll party! I think we could a little excitement!&quot; Salvia's presence immediately took over. If only because her voice carried REALLY well! She stopped at a table to pick up some ribbons. <span class="time">-02:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;Let's go an greet them?&quot; she asked but knew the woman wanted to. Suddenly, Linaire stop dancing and waited for the woman's reply <span class="time">-02:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “No.” An incredibly uncomfortable silence hung between the pair for a moment or two, courtesy of this tactless and blunt rejection. Realising her folly, she elaborated with a much gentler tone. “I-I mean, I’m sorry, I actually wanted to get something to eat beforehand. It’s been a long morning, you see.” <span class="time">-02:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> The girl's nervous demeanor was enough to prompt a smile to spread across Aisling's lips, warming ever her eyes and she glanced at the arrangements that the lady had made previously to the one that she was working on. Before anything more could be said, however, two nearby men replied to Setsuko, remarking on the work as well. Not wanting to get in the way, or prevent the woman from her chance to dance, Aisling edged back slightly. &quot;I didn't mean to interrupt. I just saw your work when I came near and thought that such fine craft ought to be praised...&quot; <span class="time">-02:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran followed suit. &quot;All right then!&quot; She couldn't help but notice Salvia. Maybe she was the last May Day queen? She had been to May Day events before, but not the most recent one from last. <span class="time">-02:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;...Don't worry about it, Setsuko.&quot; Grinning so fiercely that it was practically a grimace, Max drew himself up from his perch on the table, eyes trained on Salvia. He caught her wrist just as she snatched up the ribbon. &quot;Hello, princess[/]. Do you happen to know what time it is?&quot; <span class="time">-02:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> ((Coding fail again, wow.)) <span class="time">-02:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;Who is she?&quot; Linaire whispered to the woman as her eyes locked on the new arrival. A woman dressed in a fancy elegant blue apparel, how beautiful. <span class="time">-02:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Floyd almost chuckled when he heard Setsuko's reply, and saw her uncomfortable pose. She clearly was not a social one, just as himself, so he thought he would help her a little bit. &quot;In that case, why don't we go and get some food? I am also quite hungry myself as I travelled a lot to get here.&quot; <span class="time">-02:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Serena shrugged. &quot;I don't know...&quot; She started to walk over to the group. &quot;Hello! Did we miss anything?&quot; <span class="time">-02:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Unsure of the social dynamics at play with the woman, Aisling was entirely uncertain of how to act and she appreciated the feeling not at all. They all had their own agendas, some that Aisling wished were more easily understood. Flashing a smile the displayed just the barest glimpse of teeth, she waved her hand and all but sprinted away to a spot where there were no people, currently. That spot also happened to be the location of what appeared to be drinks. Perfect! <span class="time">-02:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;As a matter of fact I -do-. I had an incident out by the river.&quot; she hissed at Max, tugging her wrist back. Her glare was turned on him for a split moment before she was grinning just as bright as the sun at the rest of the guests. &quot;How ARE we enjoying this beautiful day today? We have such beautiful weather for the celebration!&quot; <span class="time">-02:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> 'Interrsant' she thought and finally stopped just a bit behind the group as another woman started to leave it. &quot;I think we just did&quot; she said to the woman she danced with a minute ago. <span class="time">-02:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;A celebration which you were supposed to <i>help me set up</i>,&quot; he hissed right back in Salvia's ear, eyes narrowing. &quot;I thought we agreed you'd take care of the baskets, and I'd take care of the food.&quot; <span class="time">-02:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Is that so? Um...” Beneath the veil of her mask, her eyes scanned the area a few times before replying to Floyd, &quot;I'm heading...that way. It looks like there are drinks, so there's probably food, too.&quot; She gestured to whichever direction the friendly woman from before had escaped to. <span class="time">-02:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Though the presence of people was merry and pleasant, Aisling would have to admit to even herself that sometimes, she was absolutely ridiculous. Being flustered just because she didn't realize she had been interrupting, well, she wasn't sure what she had interrupted even. The people were now gathered around in that general area, however, and it was giving Aisling time to gather her thoughts. She'd come to this of her own free will, after all! No sense in acting so timid and anxious. She sipped her drink, trying to convince herself to act on these bold thoughts. She would just walk up to someone and ask them to dance, she would. As soon as she could get her feet to cooperate. <span class="time">-02:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia shoved him out of her space. ...subtly. As she could with a crowd of people around. &quot;I got <i>lost</i> all right? I've got the baskets covered now, go over manage something else.&quot; A few more ribbons picked up, she was braiding them. <span class="time">-02:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;All right,&quot; said Floyd, then offered his hand to Setsuko to help her stand up. &quot;Let us go then.&quot; <span class="time">-02:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked at Max and Salvia. They seemed to be having some sort of verbal fight? Linaire nodded at what she said. She continued to look to Salvia and then to Max. Seran then blinked at what happened. <span class="time">-02:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I would go 'over-manage' if I could be sure that you can be trusted with responsibility for five minutes,&quot; Max shot back quietly, but turned on his heel to approach Seran, a forced smile on his face. &quot;Would you like to dance? It seems there are a shortage of partners around.&quot; <span class="time">-02:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Extending her own hand to Floyd, she missed the gesture and ended up using a stray chair to bring herself to her feet, in a fluid(ly awkward) sort of motion. After a moment in silence between the two, she set off in the direction of the drinks, beckoning her companion to follow her with a gentle tilt of the head. <span class="time">-02:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> All of the men present seemed paired up, Aisling noticed, standing far enough back to be able to watch everyone. She drained the contents of her glass, and reassured herself that she was not disappointed. It wasn't as if she had come to this thing hoping to find someone with whom she could dance. She was just so very happy that all the ladies had dashing gentlemen. This was what she was going to tell them all, anyway. The woman from before and one of the men who had commented on her work stood and seemed to be intent on heading the same direction as Aisling. Best hurry with my thoughts, then. She poured herself another drink - she would claim it was her first. <span class="time">-02:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked, thoroughly confused. &quot;Oh...Uh...O-Ok!&quot; she nodded, accepting the request. <span class="time">-02:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;I don't mean to intrude...&quot; Linaire said to Seran and gave her an apologetically smile as she escaped the small group. Turning around she saw the refreshment table and headed for it just as a woman stood there. &quot;Trying to hide? Moi aussi, me too&quot; she said while serving herself a drink. <span class="time">-02:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia glared at his back when he walked away, and when picking up a pair of small shears from the table nearly chucked it at his back. But Salvia was very quick to paint that smile back on. &quot;...and so! Did you know that the colors of the ribbons you choose each mean something special for your chosen sweetheart?&quot; She wasn't talking to anyone specifically, just anyone who happened to be there listening. Occasionally she'd glare at Max. <span class="time">-02:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Watching the scene between the other man who had complimented Setsuko's work and the woman whose arm he had taken, Aisling tilted her head, curious now as he approached another girl. Not a pair then? But my did he seem annoyed. While her attention was split, another girl approached without Aisling noticing. <span class="time">-02:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Oh!&quot; she looked to Linaire and nodded. &quot;Sorry about that! I'll find you soon!&quot; Seran called to Linaire. Once to the center of the yard, she looked up at Max and smiled softly. <span class="time">-02:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Jason is dressed in a yellow top and green pants. His hair is curly and brown, which doesn't quite work well with the white rabbit mask he has on. In one hand he has a flute, and he looks slightly out of breath as he arrives. He hadn't wanted to attend the May Day festival, but between Tess needing him to play and his out-of-town cousin visiting, he was pretty much forced to come.] <span class="time">-02:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Floyd was a little bit surprised at Setsuko's reaction, but theb followed her to the stands with certain steps, eventually catching up to her. He walked beside her silently as they approached the stands. <span class="time">-02:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Oh, yeah, well. Not hiding so much as just trying to figure out what's going on, really! I would hate to interrupt an intimate moment between lovers&quot; she laughed and brought the drink to her lips to prevent anymore silly words from escaping her lips. <span class="time">-02:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max was resolutely NOT looking at Salvia as he took up Seran's hand and began to dance with her. Dancing wasn't his favorite part of this celebration, but he could manage just fine for a song or two. &quot;Sorry, that was abrupt.&quot; <span class="time">-02:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason paused a second, catching his breath as he entered Pan's Glen from which he could the clear sounds of the rest of Tess's band playing. He tapped the rhythm for a couple bars before bringing the flute up to his mouth and joining in. Instead of going straight to the band, he winded his way through the people already there, encouraging people to get up and dance. Come on, you wouldn't want to disappoint the flautist, now would you? <span class="time">-02:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran danced along with Max. &quot;Oh...Eheheh T-That's all right,&quot; she said with a confused face. &quot;May I ask what happened...?&quot; <span class="time">-02:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> &quot;I know exactly what you mean&quot; Linaire said smiling as she looked at two pairs but then shook her head and took a sip from her drink. &quot;My name Linaire by the way, nice meeting you.&quot; she said softly as she heard the sound of a flute playing. <span class="time">-02:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Visibly apathetic to her masculine company (though internally flattered by his kind intentions), Setsuko takes her seat next to the woman from before, currently ignorant to how much she’s managed to drink thus far. She pours herself a drink and, letting herself sink into the seat a little, begins to take small sips from the glass. <span class="time">-02:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Just an old argument.&quot; He didn't bother to keep his voice down when he answered. Clearly Seran didn't recognize last year's May Queen, and Max felt no inclination to bring that particular history to light. &quot;Don't worry about it. Let's just have fun; that's what today is supposed to be.&quot; <span class="time">-02:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason came up behind Linaire and Aisling, tapping the rhythm with his feet, and playing his flute. He nudged them both toward the center. Who cared if they were both girls and had drinks in their hands? If he had to come to this shindig, he was going to do his darned hardest to make everyone else uncomfortable too. <span class="time">-02:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;For example, should you pair pink and purple ribbons with Caellia's you are wishing for a long and lasting romance -- and even though SOME people might not appreciate the sentiment, it's fun all the same.&quot; Salvia made sure her voice carried, despite the fact no one was physically AT the basket table with her. The colorfully dressed lady clearly had no problem talking to herself. Since she was alone, she at least worked on a new basket. Black and red ribbons... That would do. <span class="time">-02:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Linaire, that's an interesting name. It's almost tempting to take on a fairer name than my own for this, since no one can see my features&quot; she grinned impishly and watched as the woman from before and her male companion sat near them. She smiled to the woman warmly, before someone with a flute approached and tried to urge her into dancing. <span class="time">-02:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Are you trying to dance with me, sir flautist? I must say that between my drink and your instrument, we will have no small obstacle but if you so wish...&quot; the look in her eyes was teasing, she didn't really expect him to accept but if he was going to try to make her uncomfortable... <span class="time">-03:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked and then nodded. &quot;Heh, right! Ok then!&quot; she said cheerfully as she continued to dance with Max. &quot;So how are you, besides the argument?&quot; <span class="time">-03:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> For a while, Floyd looked at the selection of the drinks at the stand, but then seeing as he did not know a single one of them, he took one randomly, and poured himself a glass. He then glanced over the food stands, noticing that there were several stands, but one stood out in particular. It caught his eye because of the product it selled, and Floyd could not believe his eyes as he read the sign hung on it again and again. &quot;I can not believe this,&quot; smiled Floyd. &quot;They are selling stove cakes. Do you want some? They come in many flavours,&quot; asked Floyd, turning towards Setsuko with a beaming smile. <span class="time">-03:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Sir flautist! Wasn't she something? There was a pause in the flute part just then, and Jason siezed his chance. &quot;I have music to make, but the two of you pretty ladies shouldn't be idle!&quot; He made a grab for their drinks to set them on the table. He intended to pull them both up by the hand and launch them into the dance. <span class="time">-03:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> Linaire felt herself being dragged to the dancing spot and smile since she didn't mind it. Then she heard Aisling talking to the flutist and grinned, she was flirting. &quot;Let's dance!&quot; she said her voice excited as she began dancing. <span class="time">-03:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Salvia's not-so-subtle barb made Max's teeth grit just a little, but then he was smiling at Seran again. &quot;Well enough. I had a busy morning. Thank you for helping me out with the baskets; it wasn't supposed to be <i>your</i> job.&quot; <span class="time">-03:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason smiled, putting the flute back to his mouth. That was one up. He trilled for Aisling, encouraging her to get up, too. If only his cousin could see him now! Wouldn't she be so proud to know he was actually getting in the mood of this stupid festival? Kind of, anyways. It was more a matter of pride. There &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to be people dancing if he was going to play his flute. <span class="time">-03:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked again and nodded. &quot;O-Oh you're welcome...T-That's all right,&quot; She didn't know how to react, noticing Max was still a bit tense. <span class="time">-03:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Oh my, you're calling me idle? Now you have to dance with me, to soothe my wounded feelings!&quot; Aisling winked and seized the opportunity when her pulled her up to dance to take his hand, though she would be sad to hear the flute go quiet. &quot;Surely you could spare a dance - the music was still going even before you arrived.&quot; <span class="time">-03:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Setting her drink down (which she’d barely manage to scratch the surface of), Setsuko couldn’t help but smile at the man’s outright enthusiasm. Something about finding herself to a more isolated part of the festival (and, well, the alcohol) had calmed her nerves by this point. “Sure, I’ll try one,” she replied before asking in an uncharacteristically dry tone, “Are they free?” <span class="time">-03:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia narrowed her eyes, tying a bow tight on a basket. It looked more like a mangled noose than a pretty braid. &quot;AHEM~!... Baskets! Come braid beautiful baskets! Leave a May Day gift for your beloved crush! Be sure it isn't filled with your hopes and dreams, though, as the May Day King might bury them! True tradition!&quot; Salvia's little speech was animated and complete with perfect modeling of the lovely baskets and ribbons on the table. Topped off with dumping 'dreams' out on the table. <span class="time">-03:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Maybe in a song or two,&quot; Jason said between little trills, never failing to keep the tune of the music. &quot;Tess'll have my head already for being late.&quot; But even though he promised to dance later, he still swung between the two ladies. Perhaps his arms were preoccupied, but one certainly did not only dance with arms. His feet moved smooth and despite not having hands, he still guided the two out into the middle. <span class="time">-03:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Careful, I'll hold you to that, and who can forgive a man who makes empty promises to the ladies?&quot; Aisling twirled away from him, well enough content to let him finish what work he had agreed to do. She spun around once or twice with the song before the sound of the woman in the perhaps lover's quarrel caught her ear. She certainly seemed a spurned lover. Drifting away from the dancing, Aisling neared the ribbons and flowers being used to craft baskets. &quot;Can I make one, even if I haven't got a crush?&quot; <span class="time">-03:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Ignoring it. He was ignoring it. He'd let her catty behavior push him around enough for a lifetime. &quot;I don't think I've seen you around town, which is weird. Are you at the college?&quot; <span class="time">-03:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"><span class="username">Linaire: </span> Linaire giggled at the man and the woman she had just met. They would be perfect! &quot;Sorry! But I will have to leave.&quot; she said waving at them goodbye. She exited the dance floor swiftly without bumping into anyone and made it to the drink station again. Suddenly her phone rang from between her bra, she picked it up and said &quot;Bonjour?&quot;. Ten seconds later she found herself running away the masquerade to meet her dad at the hospital <span class="time">-03:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #0198E1;"> <font size=2>[Linaire got to leave, bye!]</font> <span class="time">-03:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> A bead of sweat ran down Seran's head. &quot;Oh...Uh--Oh! Yes, I am...Maybe I've walked passed you at some times? <span class="time">-03:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> ((Bye Linaire! Come back if you can!)) <span class="time">-03:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Of course you can!&quot; She responded to Aisling, pulling over a selection of baskets. &quot;In fact, it's much wiser to avoid leaving them to crushes all together. You are much less likely to be disappointed. Do you have a family member or good friend?&quot; <span class="time">-03:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Well, in my country, they do not give them for free, but I do not know the tradition here,&quot; said Floyd. &quot;But, I can buy them for you, they are not very expensive anyways. So, which flavour would you like? Vanilia, cinnamon, walnut, chocolate, or almod?&quot; <span class="time">-03:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (See ya Linaire! c: ) <span class="time">-03:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> (But I just got you dancing!) <span class="time">-03:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason tipped his head at Aisling. It'd be just the excuse to get away from Tess when he finally got tired of playing (although whether or not his feet would still have energy was another question). He did manage to get the two to dance for just a bit, but then Aisling went off to the baskets, and the other apparently thought a phone call was more important than making a fool of herself! What a fool. Jason finally went over to the rest of his bandmates, and when he finally reached them, Tess was giving him a death glare over her fiddle. He smiled half apologetically. <span class="time">-03:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;I'd like a crush, though&quot; Aisling giggled, pushing strands of her fiery red hair from her face so that she could better see the ribbons she had gathered with her other hand. &quot;Correction, I'd like a crush less fierce than your errant paramour!&quot; She glanced at Max and then back to what she was doing and tried to stifle a chuckle. <span class="time">-03:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I work at the library, actually.&quot; He grinned. &quot;Maybe you passed me in the stacks.&quot; Of course, until recently, he'd not been paying attention to pretty girls. No matter what some people seemed to think. <span class="time">-03:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Seriously? I mean, are you sure...?” An expression of concern hung on the visible part of her face for a moment or two, before Setsuko caught herself and realised the chivalrous nature of the gesture. Never one to sacrifice free food for feminist pride, she accepted with a faint smile. “Well, if you say so. Almond, please.” <span class="time">-03:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Ah ok! I see!&quot; she smiled and nodded. &quot;By the way, you're a good dancer!&quot; she complemented. Seran was very much so enjoying their dance. This made her regret she didn't go to the last May Day Masquerade <span class="time">-03:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Right then. I will be back in a second,&quot; said Floyd, and then went to the stand, only to return with two, fresh-smelling and delicious-looking stove cakes. He then handed the almond one over to Setsuko. &quot;Here you go. Oh, just a bit of advice,&quot; smiled Floyd as he tore off a small piece of the stove cake. &quot;It is best eaten like this,&quot; said Floyd, and then made the bite-sized bit disappear in his mouth. <span class="time">-03:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia turned red, suddenly finding a lot of interest in the ribbons. &quot;Oh. Him... There's nothing between us. He's just a jerk that likes to assume things and gets them all wrong.&quot; Salvia wasn't doing a great job of not sounding bitter. Oh look more ribbons! <span class="time">-03:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;You're not so bad yourself.&quot; She wasn't as graceful as someone he could name, but at least she wasn't liable to stomp on his toes because she blamed him for some imagined transgression... Shaking himself mentally, he went on, &quot;What are you studying?&quot; <span class="time">-03:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> <i>Sweet, my first instinct was right, for once. I feel so...worldly.</i> “Thanks a lot, then. I’ll just wait until after it’s cooled down, a bit...” Another pause, before the girl launched another campaign into the unfamiliar territory of friendly banter. “You said you’re from England?” <span class="time">-03:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> It was rude to laugh, rude to laugh, Aisling reminded herself. Still, with Salvia's embarrassed turn toward ribbons, she couldn't help it and chortled into the back of her hand. Hastily, she tried to disguise it as a cough. &quot;I'm actually not good at making things&quot; she admitted after a minute of working, looking at the sad weaving of ribbons she'd managed thus far. &quot;Perhaps you'll find a new love here, since he seems to be working on charming the lovely lasses...&quot; <span class="time">-03:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran continue to listen to the music and to Max as they danced. &quot;I am studying art!&quot; She said. &quot;But the last tests are coming up...And I'm scared about being able to graduate and all that, eheheh.&quot; Seran said with a nod. &quot;You said you work at the library?&quot; <span class="time">-03:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Well, my family is, but I lived in Hungary most of my life. It was actually quite a strange experience, because my parents spoke English, and everybody else spoke Hungarian around me. I felt really out of place sometime, and it took quite a bit of time to get accustomed to everything,&quot; said Floyd, and then sighed. &quot;Even though now I know more languages, I wish that my parents stayed in England. It would have been better that way.&quot; <span class="time">-03:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia didn't seem to be bothered by the laughing. In fact she was grinning in response, passing Aisling a few ribbons of various colors. &quot;You know, you're right! A new romance is exactly what I need. You wouldn't happen to have any single friends, would you?&quot; A cheeky grin. Wouldn't that just drive him insane? <span class="time">-03:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “Is that so...?” <i>Come on, Setsuko. Empathy. Empathy. You can do this; he might buy you more food.</i> “Why would you want that? Oh, and, er...where are they, now?” <span class="time">-03:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I do. Maybe I could help you while you're studying sometime.&quot; He let a bit of a flirtatious note slip into his voice, even as his eyes darted in the direction of the table... What was <i>she</i> smiling about? <span class="time">-03:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> It was a relief that the other woman was laughing and Aisling warmed instantly with the response, now openly smiling as she abused the ribbons in her hand, trying to make them take on the shape she was aiming for. &quot;I did happen across a handsome flute player not too long ago. Other than that, the only other guy I've seen was determinedly wooing the other basket girl, I'm afraid. Perhaps we should search out more men&quot; a quick look around informed Aisling that her tally was still correct. &quot;I'm Aisling, by the way. Or maybe I shouldn't tell you; you'll try me for ribbonslaughter...&quot; <span class="time">-03:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;They told me that they wanted to be 'independent' or something. They have bought their own little farmland, and are growing crops there last time I checked... It was a few months ago, actually. I kind of wonder if they are all right,&quot; said Floyd, letting a bit of sadness slip into his voice. &quot;But enough of me. Why are you here, Setsuko?&quot; asked Floyd as he took another bite from his stove cake. <span class="time">-03:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked, and then smiled nodding, seeming oblivious at what just happened. &quot;Oh! Sure!&quot; she said smiling. <span class="time">-03:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Oh, don't worry. There's -plenty- of ribbons for the killing.&quot; Salvia glanced around at the party, accidentally catching Max looking their way. Which made her smile almost instantly, replaced with a glare. She turned her back to him. &quot;I'm Salvia, though! Where -did- that flute player get off too, anyway? It's so rare to get someone actually energetic and enjoying the party this early in the day without a few drinks first!&quot; <span class="time">-03:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;You know, I couldn't tell you. Last I saw him, he was headed in the direction of the band and he sort of just disappeared into them.&quot; Aisling shrugged, though she too was confused as to where he'd gone. Salvia's smile turning into a glare was enough to cause her to look at Max quickly. He must have done something, then. &quot;Perhaps we ought to take a more active approach, hmm? He seems to have done so! Shame there aren't more men, though. I'll bet you could make him jealous fast. Maybe just make eyes at some of the guys playing instruments?&quot; <span class="time">-03:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Sensing the gentle sincerity in his voice and story, Setsuko’s shallower motivations began to find themselves replaced with legitimate empathy. There was something to be said about missing one’s parents. Maybe, she mused, it wouldn’t hurt to let her guard down a little in the company of this Floyd character. “Actually, I’m just...travelling, right now. I saved up money at my workplace in Fukuoka so I could travel Europe and the Americas for a few months. Nothing special, really.” Apparently having said a bit more at once than she was accustomed to, she took another sip of her drink to fill the imminent silence. <span class="time">-03:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> The song was winding down, and Max stepped away from his lovely partner, offering her his arm. &quot;I don't know about you, but I'm parched. Want to get some cider?&quot; He wouldn't dignify that glare. If Salvia wanted to throw a hissy fit in the middle of the event, that was her business. <span class="time">-03:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason leaned back into the seat that had been prepared for him, lazily playing his flute. The upbeat song had ended, and it had been replaced by a mellow song. More than that, though, it was a restful song. It was good to move slower occasionally. Tess had since gotten over his being late. She always did. It seemed the dancing crowds were dwindling down, but Jason couldn't urge himself onto his feet quite yet. <span class="time">-03:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Linaire</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-03:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked and nodded. &quot;Ok then,&quot; she said as she took his arm. Seran looked up at Max and realized that he was pretty tall. But that may be because she was standing closer to him. Then again, she was just dancing with him. <span class="time">-03:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I see,&quot; said Floyd. &quot;I always admired people who travel around the world because they want to see it... But unfortunately, something like that is out of my reach. I could barely afford the trip to here, and I do not know how long I will be able to stay. You are lucky in that respect, you know,&quot; said Floyd, and smiled. &quot;But hey, you have not even tasted the cake stove yet. I really want to know what you think of it.&quot; <span class="time">-03:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Hmm. There's an idea! Hold on.&quot; Salvia handed a few more ribbons to Aisling, and... took on the challenge. As subtly as she could muster (which turned out to be terribly UNsubtle) Salvia stalked her way closer to the band, where she proceeded to lean against one of the tables making romancey 'come hither' looks at a couple of the musicians. She probably looked more like a creeper than a seductress. <span class="time">-03:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (I must say...This is the best Chat RP i've been apart of.) <span class="time">-03:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (I love it. xDD) <span class="time">-03:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> (Good. &gt;:]) <span class="time">-03:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason looked over at Salvia who seemed o be making eyes at them. Certainly not him. If he remembered correctly, she had been crowned May Queen last year, which meant there was no reason for her to make eyes at him, right? Plus, he didn't -actually- want attention. He just wanted to get by the day and watch everyone else make fools of themselves. Nonetheless, he sat up a little straight. <span class="time">-03:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> The cider, of course, was on the table directly next to the one Salvia had just deigned to lean on. So it was that when Max lead Seran over to fetch mugs for them both, they ended up elbow-to-elbow with the vibrantly dressed May Queen. She was making the most revolting googly eyes at the musicians upon the dais, and Max scowled at her as he handed Seran her drink. &quot;Excuse me, but aren't you supposed to be doing something?&quot; <span class="time">-03:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> (straighter*) <span class="time">-03:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> At the table with the ribbons, watching Salvia try to play the part of seductress, Aisling was doing her best to keep from falling out of her chair with laughter. Her sides ached from the restrained laughs and she was unable to focus on weaving in the slightest. It seemed, though, that Salvia had caught the attention of the flute player as he sat a bit straighter in his chair. Averting her eyes, Aisling told herself that she didn't care in the slightest. More fish out there than just one! <span class="time">-03:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Damnation, why'd he have to swing over to grab a drink NOW. &quot;Go <i>away</i>, Max. I am enjoying this party.&quot; Ah! She caught one of the people's attention. So Salvia focused those looks at Jason. The big wide teasing smile, the over exagerated wink. Blowing a kiss. Not for a moment did she realize it was the same flute player Aisling had mentioned before! <span class="time">-03:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Zerion makes his way through the door listening to the beautiful music and taking in all the lights and beauty of inside. He makes his way through the crowd and over to a table with drinks. He grasp on in his left palm and places his right hand neatly into his pocket. Afterwards he takes a sip from the edge of the glass before turning around and looking at all the people once more.] <span class="time">-03:57 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked when Max looked over. Curiously, she glanced to where Max was looking at and saw Salvia attempting to look sexy at Jason. She immediatly took a sip of cider to make sure she didn't laugh out of turn. <span class="time">-03:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “O-Oh, really? ...Yeah, I guess you’re right.” His words rang true in her head, regardless of whether or not he was in a position to understand the true nature of her worldly travels. She really was blessed to see the world outside of Kyūshū, no matter the reason why. Setsuko returned his wise words with nothing more than a slow, contemplative sort of nod, but the impact was nevertheless retained. Saying nothing, she obediently took the cooling kürtőskalács into her hands and tore free a morsel, putting it into her mouth after a moment of seemingly pointless consideration. <span class="time">-03:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Oh, you should offer to make him a basket!&quot; Aisling encouraged from the table, grinning widely at the situation. Making Max jealous had certainly succeeded, from the looks of it! Secretly, Aisling wanted Max and Salvia to make up - they seemed such a sweet couple, when not having a tiff. <span class="time">-04:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason waggled his eyebrows just as obviously. There was no way Salvia meant it seriously, and Max seemed like he was still interested despite having just danced with another girl. It was then that he looked in Aisling's direction and caught her just as she turned away. Uh oh. He just wanted to see the past Queen and King make a fool of themselves, he didn't actually want to get caught up in it. <span class="time">-04:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;You're supposed to be making sure everyone else is enjoying it first!&quot; Seran forgotten for the moment, he snapped his fingers in Salvia's face. &quot;You know, things like mingling and taking care of the catering and getting the band here... Oh, wait. Those are all of the things I've been doing.&quot; He couldn't believe she was trying to flirt with Jason, of all people- Wait, did that asshole just wiggle his eyebrows?! <span class="time">-04:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;How is it?&quot; asked Floyd with genuine curiosity. He was eager to know Setsuko's opinion, after all, he had never introduced someone to one of his favourite foods. <span class="time">-04:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia was grinning real wide at Jason - until Max's fingers were snapping in her face. She slapped his hand away. &quot;I AM making sure people are cared for! So how about you go do YOUR job and stop always trying to do mine!&quot; There went her attempt at flirting, she was now glaring at Max and seriously thinking about taking his drink and tipping it down his pants. <span class="time">-04:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> The conversation of the group seemed to catch his attention. Although, he could not here what they were saying, he was still interested in talking with them. He took a few more sips of his cider before walking over to the group. He was careful not to make a too fast, yet too slow approach towards them. When he was close, he stood next to Setsuko, and then bowed in respect. He removed his right hand from within his pocket and held his glass up and outward away from the group. &quot;Good, evening. I hope you don't mind my inclusion in the wonderful conversation of yours.&quot; He lifted up and gave a smile as he lowered his glass back in front of him, and placed his right back into his pocket. <span class="time">-04:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran kept the mug to her mouth, trying not to laugh. She didn't want to just stand there laughing so she tapped Max on the shoulder and she made an effort to not let herself bounce from laughter. &quot;M-Max, I'll be back in a bit, going to go find people,&quot; and after that, Seran walked away as quickly as she could. She then hid behind the tree and laughed. Seran obviously had no background of what was happening. She then came from behind the tree and saw the two still there arguing. Seran's face fell then. &quot;Oh dear...&quot; she said with a blink. Seran decided to pay the argument no mind and walked about the party area. Looking around, she then saw Zerion. Smiling, she walked over to him and waved. &quot;Hello! Did you just get here?&quot; <span class="time">-04:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (Oh wow xD I fail) <span class="time">-04:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> It was all Jason could do to -not- laugh when Salvia slapped Max's hand away. He stole a glance at Seran then. He somehow doubted that she was enjoying this entirely as much as he was. <span class="time">-04:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Or maybe she was. Good for her. <span class="time">-04:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran then looked over, realizing she just went back to the line of fire, and saw the hand slap. Now she couldn't keep her eyes off the two, completely forgetting she had tried to mingle with people. <span class="time">-04:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> There they go again, arguing with one another... Aisling smiled at the pair idly, her fingers stilled and no longer working to weave the ribbons together. She spared the ribbons a look as she realized, slowly, that she was alone at her table. Looking at the sad attempts at making making in front of her, she considered slipping away for more drinks. Maybe that would encourage Salvia to drag Max back to the table! Taking her hard work with her, she stood and made a motion for Salvia, though she doubted Salvia would see, that she would be gone just a minute. <span class="time">-04:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I wouldn't have to if you did it in the first place,&quot; growled Max, face turning red under his mask. &quot;It's not like I even asked for this job in the first place, but at least I'm trying.&quot; She knew full well what that remark really meant. <span class="time">-04:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> “...Wow, that actually is pretty good.” She didn’t even have to lie out of courtesy, for once. Hungarians were known for their food for a reason, weren’t they? As she tore off another piece, a man approached. After a quick scan of his mannerisms and body language, she determined that he couldn’t be all that bad. Yet the interests of the host were, as always, paramount. “Well, I don’t see a problem...er, would you mind, Floyd?” <span class="time">-04:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Maybe if you gave other people a chance to do things, you wouldn't be the only one doing it!&quot; Of course he was going to blame HER. It was always her fault! &quot;Your date has fled.&quot; Salvia finally bit back with a pretty smug grin. Then she was turning her back to him to resume trying to make kissy faces at the band. <span class="time">-04:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> Zerion looked over to Seran and then at the two arguing. She had spoken to him, only to be distracted once more by the fighting between the two people. He stepped in between the two and smiled, as he removed his his right hand again and raised it. &quot;Its such a shame to be fighting on such a beautiful night don't you think. Perhaps, you to can embrace each other in the kiss of passion rather than fighting. Lets not make this night &quot;chaos&quot; to remember.&quot; He then bowed and smiled, before making his way over to Seran. He grasped her left hand gently in his right, and then raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it gently as he lowered his head. He raised his head again and then spoke softly. &quot;Its a beautiful night isn't it?&quot; <span class="time">-04:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;No, I would not mind,&quot; said Floyd, but despite his words, he shot a death glare towards Zerion, though it lasted only a few moments before his eyes cleared up again. &quot;So you actually like them? That is great,&quot; smiled Floyd, as he took a bite of his own stove cake before turning back towards Zerion, who was not really paying attention anymore. <span class="time">-04:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Cup in hand once more and filled with cool drink, Aisling figured that it would be a fine chance to dance, while everyone else was preoccupied. She drained the liquid inside and stepped into the center of the open area, alone but feeling bold. She had ribbons in hand, from her basket, but now they made fine decoration as she spun and twirled once more with the music. She was an agile dancer, something she was good at as opposed to making baskets, and she felt giddy as she moved. There was a clear smile on her face, even without anyone near. <span class="time">-04:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> ((All right, everyone, I've a dinner to attend for an hour or two. I apologise for not giving you more of a word in advance; I lost sight of the time amidst the festivities. Let's just say that Setsuko had a potty emergency. ;D She'll be back later, and so will I. Goodbye!)) <span class="time">-04:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> His mouth was poised to shoot back a scathing remark when one of the partygoers literally stepped between them and suggested they simply kiss. Speechless, Max stared, the silence stretching. Finally, he managed, &quot;...I'd rather kiss the damn maypole.&quot; Tipping his drink down his throat, he slammed the mug back onto the table and strode off toward the main table once more. He needed to... call the caterer. We'll go with that. <span class="time">-04:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Jason ] <span class="time">-04:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran watched Zerion. &quot;...Wow,&quot; she said to herself softly. She then looked to see Zerion approach her. &quot;Oh, hello again!&quot; she said with a smile. Seran watched as Zerion took her hand and kissed it. She could not help but blush a bit, as she always got a bit nervous when that happened to her. &quot;O-Oh! Yes it is...&quot; <span class="time">-04:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Jason</font> has logged out.]</font> <span class="time">-((04:21 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Jason flails about in the login box.] <span class="time">-04:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Setsuko</font> melts away.]</font> <span class="time">-((04:21 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;AND I'D RATHER KISS A SASQUATCH'S FURRY ASS.&quot; Salvia yelled at Max as he walked away. ....and then realized she yelled it loud enough for the entire damned town to hear. Salvia very quickly escaped to duck behind one of the tents and out of sight to get her temper under control. <span class="time">-04:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Floyd turned his attention towards the dancers, and wished that he could actually dance instead of fumbling around like an idiot. One lady in particular had caught his eye, and when he just decided that he would actually have enough courage to invite her, the shout of Salvia scared the living soul out of him. He looked around, both astonished and scared at what happened. &quot;Isn't this Masquerade here for people to enjoy themselves?&quot; muttered Floyd, and took a bite out of his stove cake <span class="time">-04:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason got up from his chair. Tess glared at him immediately. &quot;Just getting us more dancers,&quot; he said with a mischevious smile, and without waiting, he switched the tune from mellow to upbeat again. It came just in time to make Salvia's comment sound glorious rather than angry. <span class="time">-04:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> He stepped off the stage and gave Aisling a significant glance. He'd be back around as soon as he got these other bumbling couples out on the stage. It would cover up his silly flute-in-hand-and-half-dance moves. <span class="time">-04:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran chewed hard on her tongue to keep from laughing at what Salvia announced. <span class="time">-04:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> He swung by Seran and Zerion first, glad she didn't look at all upset about the fact Max had basically tossed her aside due to his spat with Salvia. He fluted a bit and tried to encourage them to get out into the middle. <span class="time">-04:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Oh, things were going poorly for Salvia and the man again. Aisling and her delicate flourishes were making their own little scene, which might be enough to draw away attention until... Salvia yelled. Aisling watched her disappear after her shouting was done and then the music picked up pace. The flautist made a round, shooting a glance at Aisling while he was at it. A man of his word, then? Aisling shook her head and quickened her spinning to fit the music. <span class="time">-04:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He could hear Max's and Salvia's remarks to his suggestion and chuckled a little. It was interesting to say in the least. Although, he listened to them, he could still hear Seran's voice lingering in his ear. He focused his attention on her and gave a small smile. She blushed a bit under the kiss of her hand. Only a sample of what he had in store for the rest of the night. His eyes lowered to a slant and he maintained his smile. &quot;Are you enjoying yourself tonight?&quot; His eyes locked onto hers. <span class="time">-04:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> After that, he swung back toward Max. Who was now alone. Well, Jason wasn't sure he wanted to approach Max after he had made moon eyes with Salvia. <span class="time">-04:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> And hadn't there been others just now? Salvia was nowhere in sight, and he couldn't find Floyd and Setsuko even though they had been -right there-. Whatever. He had probably kept Aisling waiting long enough, and it was coming up to Tess's solo. <span class="time">-04:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max was just slamming his cell phone shut after venting his spleen at the caterer when Jason came around. He furrowed his eyebrows at the other man, but he'd known Tess and Jason and the others for long enough that it was hard to stay angry. Too angry, anyway. He waved the man off with a shrug. <span class="time">-04:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran looked up at Zerion. Immediatly, her thoughts went to the May Baskets...And just as quickly, her face turned a deeper red from embarrassment at the mere thought of those baskets. Seran now knew what those baskets were and...Well, she was nervous. &quot;Oh...H-heheh Yes! And you? Or did you just get here?&quot; she asked. <span class="time">-04:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason dropped by the stage and set the flute down on his deserted seat (to Tess, again, glaring at him) and went to go find Aisling. &quot;I do believe I owe you a dance,&quot; he said as he danced up, one hand out and offering. He glanced at Max as he did so and was surprised to see that the other didn't look angry (or at least, no more so than Tess did). <span class="time">-04:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Chou enters.] <span class="time">-04:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Floyd watched the dancers a little bit more, especially the musician playing the flute. He seemed to be very skilled, especially seeing as he danced even as he was making his way through the crowd. Seeing that, Floyd had gathered his courage once again to seek out the lady in the dancing field, but then saw that the musician was already there. Sighing, he downed his drink in one gulp. <span class="time">-04:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Winking, Aisling twirled nearer to Jason took the proffered hand, no hint of anything more than puckish delight in her actions, but her eyes simmered with words unspoken as of yet. She didn't want to think that her teasing had amounted enough to be jealous already, that was silly. &quot;Enjoying yourself?&quot; she asked, tossing her red hair and allowing him a dispassionate smile. <span class="time">-04:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> She was even redder than before now. She must have been really nervous. He did not want her to feel uncomfortable in his presence, so he lowered her hand and finished off his drink. &quot;Excuse me one moment.&quot; He said, walking over to a table left of him and then setting his glass down gently on its top by its base. Afterwards, he walked back over to Seran and looked into her eyes once more. His left hand raised and brushed a piece of her hair out of her eye, placing it gently behind her ear. &quot;There is no need to be so nervous. But, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zerion. It is pleasure to be in your presence.&quot; <span class="time">-04:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou tried to keep his head down as he walked in. His aunt said it would be good for him to socialize, but he knew she just wanted him to not be at home for the night. So he couldn't cause trouble. Being as short as he was, he stuck close to the snack table. He felt even more awkward than usual in the toga. At least his face was hidden by his butterfly mask. He wore almost all the time, but that wasn't the point. <span class="time">-04:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Only if you are,&quot; Jason replied smoothly, maching her smile. &quot;I only have till the end of Tess's solo, so let's show everyone how to dance, ya?&quot; Jason raised his hand high, an indication for Aisling to twirl. <span class="time">-04:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia spent many moments hiding behind a tent, trying to get over the fact she just embarrassed herself in public. Again. Because of Max. Always HER the one that was looking stupid. Once she bolstered her confidence back up again, she blew back in to the party. Nose in the air and looking like she owned the place. Just like a May Day Queen should. ...Of course, she was also heading straight for the refreshments table to get a good solid drink. <span class="time">-04:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran was nervous. But uncomfortable? Far from it. Then again, whenever someone openly flirted with her, she would always melt under...pressure? Maybe that term wasn't the right one. Maybe just melt. &quot;Oh! Ok then...Ah, nice to meet you Zerion. My name is Seran!&quot; <span class="time">-04:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Jason</font> got too distracted for their own good...]</font> <span class="time">-04:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> (matching*) <span class="time">-04:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou saw a person walking toward the table he stood by. He did his best to blend into the wall and not be seen. <span class="time">-04:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> (Rawr! Who kicked me?! How am I supposed to play and dance at the same time without my clone! :P) <span class="time">-04:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (I think the chat kicked you out oAo) <span class="time">-04:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia was still angry, and unfortunetly Chou was right there as a perfect target to distract herself with. &quot;Hello there! You're not hiding there all by yourself, are you? How about coming out for a dance with me! I promise I don't bite.&quot; Salvia held out her hand to him. A drink could wait. <span class="time">-04:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> It infuriated Aisling a little that he would be so cavalier about the whole affair with Salvia, but he had probably just been joking. As he had been with Aisling, no doubt. But there was no sense in being upset and dancing with something that sang right to Aisling's blood. &quot;You should be having fun in your own right&quot; she admonished, twirling as he lifted his hand, the arm circling around her as she neared his chest. She slid back easily, his hand still held in her own. &quot;How did you end up playing flute here?&quot; <span class="time">-04:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Noticing a shadow from the corner of his eye, Floyd turned his head towards the approaching Salvia, who looked quite angry at something. Once again, though, the man's courage failed him as Salvia noticed someone, and stopped to chat with them, so he sighed and slouched back into his seat. <span class="time">-04:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Everyone seemed to be heading for the dance floor, and Max found himself at a loss for activity. Drumming his fingers on the table idly, he watched Salvia make a beeline for the drinks. And wasn't that the last thing everyone needed? Frowning, he headed over to her- maybe he could ask her to dance, make nice- and then she was propositioning another man. Grinding his teeth again, he cut in between them. &quot;I think we ought to dance together, don't you agree? After all, we are the reigning royal couple.&quot; His words dripped false sweetness. <span class="time">-04:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou jumped slightly at being spoken to. He tried to answer, but couldn't speak for a moment, &quot;......o-okay.......I do apologize if my skills are....well.....terrible....&quot; He blushed as he took her hand, completely blanking on what he was supposed to do. <span class="time">-04:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> By her excitement, it seemed that he read he wrong. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all. He chuckled a little at her.&quot;That is a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman, Seran.&quot; The music was flowing through him and he wanted to dance.&quot;Would you like to dance, Seran?&quot; <span class="time">-04:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou retreated without a word, keeping his eyes to the floor. <span class="time">-04:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Sorry, Max. My next dance is spoken for.&quot; Salvia hadn't even been trying to annoy him this time, she had simply wanted to help Chou get involved in the party. Before Chou got away, she caught his hand again and dragged him out to dance. &quot;Don't worry! I'm not going to bite. You can just have some fun!&quot; <span class="time">-04:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou glanced back at the male who had interrupted them, afraid he'd do something. He went with her, though, hoping he wouldn't make a fool of himself <span class="time">-04:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled warmly. &quot;Thank you,&quot; she said happily. Upon the next request, she nodded. &quot;I-I'd love to!&quot; The chuckle made her blush even harder. Maybe he found out she was the type to melt under flirting. She walked closer to Zerion. <span class="time">-04:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Relax! My name is Salvia, how about you?&quot; she asked Chou, giving him an encouraging smile and trying her damndest to ignore Max. <span class="time">-04:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;If the man doesn't want to dance, don't force him. You always were so pushy,&quot; Max snapped, blocking Salvia's path to the dancefloor. <span class="time">-04:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Mostly Tess and Sarah, my cousin.&quot; Jason rolled his eyes. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't be here, but he couldn't say he wasn't having fun. &quot;I wasn't going to come at all originally.&quot; He swung her out and then pulled her in again. &quot;And you? You came alone? I hope you didn't come with anyone. I'm not, um, upsetting anyone, am I?&quot; <span class="time">-04:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> &quot;c-Chou.....&quot; Chou stopped at being cut off again <span class="time">-04:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia growled through her teeth at Max. &quot;Would you <i>go</i> away, Max? I'm going to dance.&quot; <span class="time">-04:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;No. The food is showing up soon and we need to prep the table. There are still baskets all over it- unfinished, might I add-&quot; <span class="time">-04:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> When she was close enough, he placed his left arm around her waist and placed his fingers firmly on her hips. With his right hand, he grasped her left within it and raised their hands just beneath their shoulders. The sound of the music moved him and he began to dance slowly, so that Seran could keep up with his pace. <span class="time">-04:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;I did come alone, so I'm the only one you risk upsetting while we dance&quot; Aisling retorted, her smile broadening and taking on a little emotion again. He was charming, she would allow, but he seemed insistent that he not get involved at all. Taking his hand, she drew back to as far apart as they could go while still touching fingertips and then drew him closer at the same time as she pulled closer to him. Her eyes met his and she cocked her head daringly. <span class="time">-04:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Why don't you go take care of it, since you're so good at everything.&quot; Salvia hissed, finally pushing Max out of the way to drag poor Chou with her to dance. That poor guy wasn't getting away. <span class="time">-04:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran let out an almost inaudible squeak at Zerion's firm grip. Her free arm went to his shoulder and she grasped Zerion's hand gently. Seran then began to follow Zerion's steps, dancing with him. She couldn't help but keep smiling, although she wanted to mentally kick herself for making herself seem &quot;easy&quot;. <span class="time">-04:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou tried not to blush as he put his hand on her waist, still a bit confused on what was going on. <span class="time">-04:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Never good enough for you,&quot; he shot back, half under his breath, and felt his hands curl into fists when he saw the guy put his hand to Salvia's waist. Fine. She could go dance with every man at the festival for all he cared. He'd just go... have another drink. <span class="time">-04:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Well then,&quot; he said as they drew in close and met eyes. It seemed to have more meaning than the eyebrow waggles he had shared with Salvia. It shook him just a bit. He looked away and hid it by spinning himself out and around her. Once behind her, he grabbed her shoulder to spin her around. The music was climaxing, and Tess's solo was coming to an end. He looked up at the stage, and just as he expected, he saw the fiddle player glaring him down. The fiddle solo was followed by a flute solo, but Jason knew that Tess knew that part too. He saluted her to indicate he wasn't coming back and turned back to Aisling. &quot;So where did you learn how to dance?&quot; Dance. It seemed like a safe subject. <span class="time">-04:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> Zerion continued to smile at her as they danced. He picked up his pace a little, each step corresponding with and to Seran's. She was as elegant on the floor, as much as her beauty shone underneath her mask. He was somewhat a little nervous now, as his heartbeat skipped a few times. perhaps it was just being in her presence, that made him feel a slight tingle of pressure. Although, it was a bad pressure build. He liked the feeling. Dancing here with Seran, listening to music, letting their rhythm flow as one, was all to perfect. He never broke his eyes from her as he spoke. &quot;You move beautifully, Seran.&quot; <span class="time">-05:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> What was one to do if their partner left them? Floyd had no idea, so he just decided to get another drink for himself, when he noticed another man approaching towards the stands. He seemed furious, angry and disappointed at the same time. Grinning, Floyd turned towards Max. &quot;You too?&quot; asked the man with a faint, sad edge to his voice. <span class="time">-05:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> A magnificent dancer, one that seemed to have learned well how to take his dance partner by surprise, he spun her by her shoulder and she couldn't help but laugh, the dancing elevating her spirits past any manner of hurt feelings she might have been fostering. &quot;I don't know if I do much learned to dance as decided that I would do it&quot; she responded, trying to think back. She'd only started attending formal ballet as a young girl after she'd begun her own spinning like a dervish. She and ballet had not gotten along well, too much structure for her taste, but she had learned a few tricks. She caught Jason glowering at the stage, however, and placed a hand on his cheek. It was meant to be dismissive but her cheeks turned pink and she removed it immediately. &quot;If you have to go...&quot; <span class="time">-05:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;I am really sorry about him. He's just being an ass today.&quot; Salvia apologized to Chou, kinda of taking the lead with the dance even though he was supposed to be leading. &quot;Are you new in town?&quot; <span class="time">-05:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled and nodded. &quot;Thank you, Zerion...You are very good yourself!&quot; she added, and it was the truth. She enjoyed dancing with Zerion very much. Her face was still reddened at the cheeks. And anymore dancing, or talking for that matter, would keep that blush on her face. <span class="time">-05:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Was he that obvious? Max's face burned. &quot;...I should've just gotten out of this stupid event somehow.&quot; <span class="time">-05:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Yeah, maybe that would have been for the better. I thought that I could alleviate my boredom with this festival, but alas...&quot; said Floyd, looking at the dancers. &quot;I can not even hope to match those who snatched all the ladies.&quot; <span class="time">-05:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;You dance so naturally,&quot; he responded, covering up the fact he was thinking fast. Maybe he should go. He didn't really know what to do with bllushing girls. On the other hand, he would have lots of flute playing to do later, and much less dancing. Plus, Tess seemed to be holding the crowd. &quot;Nah, Tess can take this song. It's just solo after solo, so we don't need -all- of us, and Tess knows my part. This is my solo.&quot; He hummed along as he spun Aisling round again. <span class="time">-05:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Setsuko did seem to have disappeared; he wondered where she'd gone off to. &quot;At least you have the advantage that none of the women here hate your guts.&quot; <span class="time">-05:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou shook his head, &quot;n-no...I live with my aunt.....I don't go out much.....&quot; <span class="time">-05:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia grinned. &quot;Kinda shy, huh. Want me to introduce you to someone? I don't know everyone here, but I'm pretty good at butting in to things.&quot; Now if she could stay AWAY from things. Salvia cast a look over her shoulder at Max. Thankfully he wasn't spying this way again. <span class="time">-05:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> (I have to go for a bit. I am going by my friends house. sorry for backing out so earlly. I will return if i am able to) <span class="time">-05:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (Aw D: Ok then, see you later c: ) <span class="time">-05:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> &quot;Y-you don't have to if you don't want to....&quot; Chou tried not to panic. He'd barely been able to talk to her, let alone soemone else <span class="time">-05:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I would not really call that a disadvantage. You see, a spark and a barrel full of gunpowder can make for some pretty spectacular stunts,&quot; smiled Floyd. &quot;You have your barrel, now you just need the spark.&quot; <span class="time">-05:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> (I promise i will return if i am able to. =)) <span class="time">-05:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Well, if you think that it's all right, who am I to argue?&quot; Aisling stepped back, her mouth set in a courteous expression and working to appear indifferent. The flautist did not seem to be comfortable with her and she was surprised that he had even chosen to stay off stage. &quot;You fulfilled your promise, though, so I've nothing to vilify you with if you choose to back out of dancing now&quot; the grin on her lips did not reach her eyes but her blush was fully gone, at least. <span class="time">-05:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (Ok ^^) <span class="time">-05:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max shook his head. &quot;We've been down that road, and I don't think that's on the table anymore. We were last year's May King and Queen, but now, well, we can't be in the same room. Or glen.&quot; <span class="time">-05:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I see. At least you still have a sporting chance, because you can dance. I, on the other hand, have two legs, and they are both made out of wood,&quot; said Floyd with a hint of self-pity in his voice. <span class="time">-05:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Chou stupid computer being mean TT.TT] <span class="time">-05:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;No, no,&quot; Jason said, thinking fast. Now it was his turn to color just slightly. He had a feeling this was exactly what Sarah was hoping for when she shoved him out to this festival. &quot;I, um, like dancing. With you,&quot; he said haltingly. That was pretty bad. &quot;Want to try a lift?&quot; He had only ever tried lifts with Tess, who was the person he had learned all his dance moves from. Tess liked dancing even more than he did, but she also took being a part of the band more seriously than he did. <span class="time">-05:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;You really should relax! Most of the people are really nice here.&quot; Salvia looked around, trying to spot someone that might be able to talk to him without being overwhelming. ...unfortunately, one of the few people was Max and the last person she wanted to ask for help to was him. &quot;Um... how about I stop torturing you with dancing and we get a drink to loosen you up with?&quot; <span class="time">-05:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> A grin cracked through Max's glower at that. &quot;Not every girl cares for dancing. And there's more to life than romance, anyhow. Why don't you and I have a drink and forget about trying to please the ladies for a bit? I still have a bit of time before the food gets here and I have to get that ready.&quot; <span class="time">-05:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Zerion</font> escapes to a secret lair!]</font> <span class="time">-((05:22 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou nodded hesitantly, he'd have to remember not to mention it to his aunt, &quot;...s-sure&quot; <span class="time">-05:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Sure, that sounds good. Let me see...&quot; said Floyd, scanning the stands for something familiar. &quot;Are you okay with something alcoholic? I mean, something really, really alcoholic. Because if you are, I might just have a good idea. <span class="time">-05:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Taking Chou's hand, she led him over to the refreshments table. After eying him for a moment, she handed him some fruit punch. She wasn't quite sure how old he was yet, and he kind of seemed young. &quot;Drink! Chill out, really. You don't have to be so nervous, you know?&quot; <span class="time">-05:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Pausing, Aisling listened to Jason now, his words slightly stilted and his cheeks taking on the barest hint of a blush. Her teeth flashing again as she laughed, Aisling's blue eyes melted instead into impish pools. &quot;A lift! I would love to, though it's been a long time since I've tried. You're the best dancing partner I've found in a long while, so I suppose I shall put life and limb on the line for my trust of you&quot; she didn't know what she was thinking, truly. She was caught up in the moment now, with her giddy feelings of Jason's words blurring her thought. <span class="time">-05:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou nodded, smelling the drink for alchohol before sipping from it, &quot;...sorry......I'm not used to being around so many people....especially people who aren't yelling at me for messing up or to go away.........thank you....for being so nice...&quot; <span class="time">-05:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Baidof enters, one hand in the the other. His chiton and mask looking terribly unmatched by the fact they were on a man.] <span class="time">-05:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> <a href='http://museodeltraje.mcu.es/galeria/img_46/MT88434.jpg' title='http://museodeltraje.mcu.es/galeria/img_46/MT88434.jpg' target='_blank'>chiton</a> <span class="time">-05:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> <a href='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4875135088_37065f52f9.jpg' title='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4875135088_37065f52f9.jpg' target='_blank'>mask</a> <span class="time">-05:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Saddened that Zerion had to go, Seran then went to the nearby tree and leaned against it. &quot;Hmmm...&quot; <span class="time">-05:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;That sounds perfect just about now, actually.&quot; Maybe he could get that damn woman out of his head if he soaked it in enough booze. Or he'd do something stupid. More stupid. Kind of too late to worry about that... <span class="time">-05:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason chuckled in an embarassed way. He wasn't used to being complimented for anything other than his flute playing. &quot;Well, you just look graceful, and I'll take care of the rest.&quot; Jason rested his hands on her waist as he waited for the music to build. 4, 3, 2, 1, and lift! He twisted her as he lifted her into the air so that she would be facing out. <span class="time">-05:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> It was the only way he would be allowed in, he thought. All Baidof had to wear was that. If that wasn't enough, anxiety had taken hold of him. <span class="time">-05:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia gave a genuine smile. &quot;You should get out more often.&quot; The girl Max had danced with was alone now. Salvia pointed to her. &quot;Why don't you try to talk to her? I know for a fact she's really nice and patient and her dance partner just left. Take her a drink and give it a try?&quot; <span class="time">-05:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou nodded, trying to breathe, &quot;um.......w-what do I say?&quot; He had absolutely no idea what to say to a person <span class="time">-05:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Okay then. Brace yourself,&quot; said Floyd, and then took two, very small glasses from the stand, then filled them with a clear liquid from a transparent bottle. &quot;This should be strong enough,&quot; said Floyd, handing the small glass to Max. &quot;Take it in one shot,&quot; he said, then swallowed the drink in a second, already feeling the heat travel down towards his stomach. <span class="time">-05:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran then looked over and saw Baidof. &quot;Oh? Hello there!&quot; she said with a wave. She seemed to be the one greeting new guests. &quot;Did you just get here?&quot; <span class="time">-05:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Talk about the weather. You never go wrong with the weather.&quot; Salvia handed Chou a second drink, and nudged him off towareds Seran's direction. It was okay that she was talking to someone else now too. This guy SO needed to get out there! <span class="time">-05:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Being lifted into the air for a dance was a relic of her days studying ballet and this one thing, while feeling the strength of the arms supporting her, was something Aisling hadn't realized she'd missed until just now. Her heart was racing, nerves or something else? It didn't even matter what others thought, she was in her own world right now. When she was finally lowered to where her feet could touch the ground once more, she was beginning to understand a little bit the urge to impress someone. Good thing he hadn't seen her brutalizing the ribbons... <span class="time">-05:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou stumbled. Luckily, though, he didn't spill the drinks. He tried not to blush as he walked over to Seran, &quot;.........................h......hello......&quot; he forced out, sounding more like a mouse than a fifteen year old boy. <span class="time">-05:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max did as Floyd advised... and nearly coughed as his eyes watered. Max was more of a beer and cider type of guy, so he wasn't prepared for the way the alcohol burned his throat. &quot;Good lord. That's certainly something.&quot; <span class="time">-05:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof raised a hand, in return. Shaking, he drew closer, and wondered what it was to be here. &quot;Y-Y-Yes. How do you do?&quot; <span class="time">-05:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I did not spot it on the shelves beforehand, but yes, this is a bit stronger than usual,&quot; said Floyd, examining the bottle. &quot;Not that I have not encountered something stronger. Care for another glass, or feeling drunk enough already?&quot; <span class="time">-05:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia kept her eyes on Chou, trying to make sure he didn't totally faint or something. She stepped backwards, about to turn and grab herself a drink from the table, when she backed in to Max. &quot;Oh, I'm sorry I-...&quot; Her apology died on her lips when she turned around to see it was Max. &quot;Nevermind. Not sorry.&quot; <span class="time">-05:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran couldn't help but notice that Baidof was quite nervous. She tilted her head to the side a bit but then looked back up at him. &quot;I'm doing well, and yourself?&quot; <span class="time">-05:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> He barely had time to realize that the person jostling him was Salvia before she was snarking at him all over again. &quot;What, you can't even extend common courtesy anymore?&quot; he demanded, all but shoving his shot glass back at Floyd. &quot;I'll have another, thanks.&quot; <span class="time">-05:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;I just reserve my apologies for someone who deserves them.&quot; Turning away from him, but not stalking off, Salvia mixed herself a drink. If he could booze it up while on the job, so could she! &quot;Shouldn't you be bossing everyone around right about now?&quot; she mummbled under her breath as she sipped her drink. <span class="time">-05:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Suit yourself, in that case,&quot; said Floyd, noticing the woman, who bumped into Max. He seemed very angry at him, but he dismissed everything with a shrug as he filled yet another glass with the crystal clear liquid. &quot;Here you go,&quot; said Floyd, handing the glass back to Max as he downed his own drink. <span class="time">-05:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (When the logs get posted for this RP, I'm gonna read this all. day. long. xDD) <span class="time">-05:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Chou</font> has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate.]</font> <span class="time">-05:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason smiled as he turned before bringing Aisling back down to ground. &quot;Amazing fun.&quot; Jason looked back to the stage, and then back to Aisling. He knew if he kept dancing with her, he'd get himself into an embarassing situation, and as much as he enjoyed dancing with her, he just didn't need that. &quot;I should get back to playing, though.&quot; The song was coming to an end, and, to put it lightly, Tess was -really- glaring at him. <span class="time">-05:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou lowered his head, unoticed. Well, it was better than being yelled at for interrupting a conversation. He found a chair and sat down, sipping at both drinks. He didn't even know what the second one was; only that it didn't really matter. <span class="time">-05:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;I am a b-brawny man, in a dress. Needless to say, it has been an interesting day.&quot; he muttered with a dimpled smirk. Some commotion had caught his wandering gaze, but it was quickly brought back to Seran. &quot;So what b-brings y-you here?&quot; <span class="time">-05:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran snickered a bit and nodded. &quot;Oh, heheh I see!&quot; she said, laughing kindly. &quot;Oh me? Well <span class="time">-05:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> (very angry at her*. I need to fix my third person pronouns) <span class="time">-05:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> I was dancing with people...Helped with baskets...um, saw some...special events. The usual at a party!&quot; * <span class="time">-05:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> He was slamming back the next shot without so much as blinking this time, his lips pressing into an irritated line. &quot;No. All done bossing. I have no one left to boss, since I've gotten everything done while you were off having fun.&quot; <span class="time">-05:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Oh&quot; was all Aisling could reply for a moment and it was all she could do to keep her cheeks from flaring with red when Jason spoke. He was fleeing, back to the stage. She didn't know what she had expected. Hastily, she reinstated her smile and her eyes froze. &quot;The band is lesser for not having a flute playing with it. I was just about to suggest you return&quot; a lie, but she felt like lashing out, even in this way. She couldn't help that she had turned bright red , though. Had she been foolish to expect any different? &quot;I'm very sorry for keeping you so long, though. I hope that you had as much fun dancing as I did.&quot; She wanted something to drink and she wanted it now. <span class="time">-05:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Thank you for the dance,&quot; Jason said. He stepped back and bowed. &quot;It was amazing.&quot; He returned to the stage and picked up his flute. As if to punish his bit of fun, Tess started up a song that she knew Jason hated. It simply had far too many notes for the flute, and he barely had enough breath to play it normally let alone now that he had spent all his energy dancing. <span class="time">-05:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;Special events?&quot; he asked puzzled. Had he missed something exciting? This will not do. Though he was in no mood to start anything, not seeing anything was an utter defeat. <span class="time">-05:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Yes, because it's totally fun getting lost in a forest in May. Not everyone can be so flawlessly perfect.&quot; Why was she even doing this again! Salvia took a bottle from the table and stomped away. Who knew a year later everything would be so different. <span class="time">-05:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> So flustered, she hardly noticed that Salvia and Max were talking, Aisling returned to the table for drinks and had poured one before she even took note of who was there. Before she could speak, Salvia stomped away. &quot;What happened between you two?&quot; she asked Max, talking to him for the first time over the rim of her glass. <span class="time">-05:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Paul walks in, strolling in to casually sit down in a chair close to the dance floor, waiting for someone to ask him for a dance, or for a pretty girl to pass by that he could ask to dance himself.] <span class="time">-05:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou tried blocking out everything around him, thinking about his precious butterflies to pass the time. He couldn't go home. No. His aunt would be furious. If he could sit there and focus on butterflies, it'd be okay. <span class="time">-05:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran looked to Max and Salvia. And then looked back to Baidof. &quot;My friend I think you're in luck.&quot; <span class="time">-05:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Floyd watched as the woman stomped off, and as Max slammed the glasses in front of him. He looked up at the man questioningly, but saw the determination in his eyes, so he poured yet another shot. &quot;In Hungary, there is a saying that goes, 'Three is the Hungarian truth'. Well, this is our truth then,&quot; said Floyd as he raised his glass once again, while silently making a vow that this would be his last drink today. <span class="time">-05:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #53868B;"> <font size=2>[Paul , bored of sitting alone, walked silently towards the bar, he spoke in a cool voice; &quot;Jack Daniels, please&quot; he said as he put down a 2 100-dollar bills on the counter, &quot;All the drinks are on me,&quot; he shouted.]</font> <span class="time">-05:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> His hands tightened, as Max and Salvia caught the short attention span. &quot;So it seems Miss--&quot; he stop when he realized a name was not given. A redness came over his face that almost match the out of place mask. <span class="time">-06:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Downing his third drink after giving Floyd a nod, Max mulled over how best to answer Aisling's query. &quot;...It's a long story. Maybe we were just wrong about each other when we thought we had something a year ago.&quot; Sometimes, even he didn't know where exactly they'd gone wrong. <span class="time">-06:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> It was all Jason could do to keep up with the music. All the time, Tess and the rest of the band gave him 'you earned it' looks. He did, however, watch Aisling as she went to the drink table where many others were gathered. Stupid band obligations. <span class="time">-06:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;You two certainly have chemistry&quot; Aisling noted, trying to smile and simply not having the mindset to do so. Instead she finished her drink. &quot;I think it's pride. You're both too proud to make the first move in being nice to one another and too upset to take the chance. I think you both should man up&quot; a half-drunk hypocrite giving love advice, what else was new? <span class="time">-06:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Hm? Oh I'm sorry!&quot; Seran looked back to Baidof. &quot;My name is Seran...And you are?&quot; She asked with a gentle smile. <span class="time">-06:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Heh,&quot; chuckled Floyd. &quot;Chemistry? Yes, they have rather explosive chemistry,&quot; said the man, then immediately shut his mouth. &quot;I think I may have had a little too much. Sorry, Max, but no more shots for today, I clearly have had enough,&quot; said Floyd as he stood up, testing his sense of balance. At least that was still there. <span class="time">-06:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia should have brought a glass with her. Oh well! She was drinking out of her bottle, kicked a basket near one of the tables... And she decided to live up to her name Hurricane Salvia! She skipped off to the May Pole for a little ribbon dancing dizziness. Screw Max! <span class="time">-06:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font color=D1E231 size=2>[<font color=red size=2>Jason</font> Is Away: Jason keeps playing awesome music while someone mysterious takes a phone call]</font> <span class="time">-06:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max made a sound of frustration. &quot;I've tried, but she just can't forgive me for any little thing. And then she runs off and leaves me with the apartment we've <i>half</i> moved into-&quot; He was rambling, and the van with the food was pulling up. &quot;I've got to go help set up for the feast.&quot; <span class="time">-06:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Looking down, he tried not to studder the initial B. &quot;Baidof. Nice to meet y-you, Seran.&quot; Baidof could feel his palms tighten at the feeling of potentially making himself a fool. <span class="time">-06:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Intrigued, and with her own romance seemingly having gone straight to the rocks, Aisling took her glass in hand and drifted closer to where Salvia seemed to be getting herself worked up into a straight upset. &quot;Salvia, Salvia&quot; she called, her voice lilting and musical, despite her still cool eyes and expression. <span class="time">-06:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Nice to meet you too, Baidof!&quot; Seran gave a friendly smile to Baidof. She glanced to see the van pull up with the food and let out a happy sigh. &quot;Well, foods here...Maybe its Panera catered?&quot; <span class="time">-06:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia managed to drink a good half of that bottle and she was a little.... wavy on her feet. And gigglie. Very gigglie when she stopped spinning around the May Pole and then started dancing around Aisling! &quot;It's a beautiful day in May! Right?!&quot; <span class="time">-06:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou heard the van, jumping slightly as it destroyed the barrie he'd made between his thoughts and the real world. He watched to see why it was here. <span class="time">-06:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;That is okay, Max. I think I am going to try and do something about my situation anyways. I definitily have enough courage for it now,&quot; said Floyd, pointing to the bottle. He then left a bill on the counter as pay for his drinks, then returned towards the dancers to see if there was someone who caught his eye. <span class="time">-06:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Laughing merrily at her wobbly stance, Aisling offered a hand to steady Salvia. &quot;What happened between you and Max, anyway? He seems awfully ruffled by you...&quot; <span class="time">-06:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Setsuko returns to the ball, refreshed after whatever had caused her to take such a sudden leave of absence.] <span class="time">-06:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou noticed a male, who had been hanging around that Max guy, walk toward the dance floors. Chou was bi, but that didn't mean he was any braver with men than he was with women. he just kept his eyes low and tried to wait out the night <span class="time">-06:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Max...&quot; she growled out the name like it was a curse word. Near falling in to Aisling's arms before she got her footing back. Stood 'straight' and put on her most haughty expression. &quot;Max thinks he can -everything- and I am some sort of flittering idiot..! And I'm NOT. I can do plenty..! I just... I just... not as organized. And he NEVER gives anything a chance! Except dear, beautiful pretty Amanda. He just loooves Amanda.&quot; Salvia was rambling, and definitely not making sense. But her eyes were scanning the crowd again. Glaring as she was looking for Max. He was probably calling Amanda up on the phone right now to complained about dumb, useless Salvia. <span class="time">-06:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max went to supervise as the van was unloaded, stewing all the while over thoughts of Salvia and Aisling's question. <i>What happened?</i> And then, <i>You two have chemistry.</i> He was barely paying attention as the meal was laid out on the feast table, and by the time the main dishes were all in place, he was starting to pace. <span class="time">-06:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;Any food sounds good, right now. Do you think they have roast beef?&quot; he said, looking towards the van. Roast beef had been on his mind, all day. If they had it, prayers would have been answered. Little by little, his nervousness around Seran dwindled. <span class="time">-06:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Glancing at the crowd, Floyd caught the face of a familiar mask, but lost sight of it right away. He then scanned the crowds again, and - There she was! Right in the thick of it. &quot;Setsuko!&quot; he called out to the woman. &quot;Finally. What took you so long?&quot; <span class="time">-06:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Supporting Salvia on her shoulder, Aisling glanced from her to where Max had disappeared off to. She frowned slightly and took the bottle away from Salvia, who seemed to be above making sense at this point. &quot;You know... you could really show him. Talk to him and prove to him that you're the bigger man by telling him that you forgive him and all that. It would really make him fume.&quot; <span class="time">-06:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran shrugged. &quot;Maybe, roast beef does sound good, though.&quot; she said nodding. Glancing at the van, she couldn't help but look over to Salvia. Seeing her and the bottle together did not give a good idea in Seran's mind. &quot;Oh dear...&quot; she said under her breath. <span class="time">-06:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Setsuko brought a hand to her mouth before expelling what ultimately became an awkward sort of half-amused, half-apologetic giggle. &quot;I'm really sorry. I had to, um...take a call. And then some things happened. I should be good for the rest of the night, though~&quot; <i>Hopefully. He can be so demanding, sometimes...doesn't he know that I'm on break?</i> <span class="time">-06:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;It is not really a problem,&quot; said Floyd, but then he sighed. &quot;But unfortunately, my time here is limited, and I hoped that...&quot; Floyd shut himself up immediately after realising what he was about to say. &quot;Sorry, I think I had too much alcohol... If I say anything stupid or insulting, please put me back into my place.&quot; <span class="time">-06:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;Er...well, whatever it is, don't worry. I'm not easily insulted.&quot; A pause, before she began to catch on. &quot;...But I don't dance, if that's what you're wondering. I'm really sorry, but trust me on this.&quot; <span class="time">-06:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Paul</font> has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate.]</font> <span class="time">-06:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;No! No no no non no... He'll just run and gloat and No!&quot; Salvia pushed away from Aisling. Then she frowned. &quot;...you are right? I should tell him how I feel...!&quot; Unfortunately, what she felt probably wasn't what Aisling was thinking. Salvia made a stumbling beeline for Max once she spotted him! <span class="time">-06:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou sighed and went back to the refreshments table. He wondered if he'd be able to get away with something alcoholic. He'd never tried alcohol, and who would care if he had any? <span class="time">-06:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I only dance when I am so drunk that I do not remember anything the next day,&quot; confessed Floyd. &quot;So you are quite safe in that department.&quot; <span class="time">-06:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof leaned back and forth, trying to see what was being unloaded. No roast beef, it looked like. &quot;So are you here alone?&quot; he asked turning back again. It sounded like she said something, but he could not make it out. &quot;Hm?&quot; <span class="time">-06:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Aisling watched Salvia toddle off, bemused, but certain that no matter what she had to say, talking was better than not talking. Glancing down at the bottle she had taken from Salvia, she shrugged and put it to her mouth and then coughed in surprise. What was in this bottle?!? <span class="time">-06:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> He was going to talk to her. It was totally a great idea to talk about this <i>right now</i>. Whirling around, he... smacked right into her. &quot;Are you stalking me?&quot; he slurred a bit. &quot;Why are you there every time I turn around?&quot; <span class="time">-06:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran continued to watch Salvia. Realizing that Baidof had tried to talk to her, she snapped to reality. &quot;Oh! Sorry. But yeah...I came alone.&quot; she said. Starting to think about Zerion. She mentally took a defeat. Why flirting...Why was that her weakness. She then looked to Baidof again. &quot;What about you? Are you meeting someone here or did you come with someone?&quot; <span class="time">-06:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;That's a relief, honestly.&quot; She itched the back of her head, forcing a nervous chuckle in doing so. &quot;I'm, uh... I'm going to go get a drink on my own, though. I hope it's no problem; I'm starved. ...Thirsty, I mean. Sorry.&quot; <span class="time">-06:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Amberine makes an entrance] <span class="time">-06:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Ah well,&quot; sighed Floyd. &quot;Let's go together then... I know I may sound awfully clingy, but you are...&quot; begun Floyd, but shut himself up again before he could say anything embarrassing. &quot;I mean, it is okay, I will join you for a drink. It's not like it matters now, anyway... I can't get more drunk than this.&quot; <span class="time">-06:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia nearly stumbled backwards on to the ground, but she got her momentum back enough to go crashing in to Max instead and got herself steady by clinging on to his costume. She then proceeded to SLAP him. &quot;HA. Haaaaa. YOU are a... big jerk! Yes. A control freak jerk, and maybe I might have shown up on time if I thought I coulda done stuff without you breathing your FANGS down my neck...!&quot; Yeah! Salvia was all fired up now thanks to half a bottle of booze and Aisling's encouragement. <span class="time">-06:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Aisling winced. Talking was all well and good, might clear things up, but the slap... that might not go over as well. Aisling turned the bottle over in her hands, examining it, before taking another drink. <span class="time">-06:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran heard the slap and immediately looked to Salvia. She then saw Max. &quot;Oh dear God...&quot; Serena exclaimed under her breath, inferring what probably had happened. <span class="time">-06:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"> <font size=2>[Amberine watched the scene before approaching, regretting not having drunk anything at all already. She held her basket close to her body as she walked; inside, the bottles of wine tinkered and the blueberry muffins bumped against each other.]</font> <span class="time">-06:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Blushing reappeared and a lip bite was his first response. People making conversation that didn't end in a classic insult was a nice change. &quot;Well, I was hoping to meet someone. No one specific, but meeting new people is usually something good. Right?&quot; he smiled again, looking down. Was he flirting with the first woman he met? Baidof was certainly outside his bounderies. Then a slap was heard and he whipped around. &quot;What was that?&quot; <span class="time">-06:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;I...am?&quot; Even beneath her mask, it wouldn't take an expert shrink to notice that Setsuko was beginning to become rather uncomfortable, yet again. &quot;Are you sure that you're, uh...all there, right now, Floyd?&quot; <span class="time">-06:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> The slap loosened something in him, and before he could stop to reconsider, Max was shoving a pointed index finger into her face. &quot;I'm the jerk?!&quot; he demanded. &quot;Who's the one who always- ALWAYS- leaves me to handle all the important stuff and runs off to gods know where? You're so- flighty! Maybe I'd let you alone if you'd just act like an adult for once in your life!&quot; <span class="time">-06:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou was right. The bartender hadn't even asked his age when he'd asked for some sake. Maybe it was expected that everyone here could drink, so it wasn't thought neccessary to ask? Who cares. Sake tasted nasty. He heard all the yelling and looked. Those were the same people from eariler, right? <span class="time">-06:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran continued to watch Max and Salvia. She heard Baidof and turned him to where the commotion was happening. She then realized the flute-player would be all over this at the moment. <span class="time">-06:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"> <font size=2>[Amberine left her basket on the table; she took a bottle out and hurriedly poured some wine in a glass. She didn't take off her tiger mask to drink, as her mouth was uncovered. Holding her glass, she approached the first person she saw, in this case, Chou. ''Hello there,'' she said, smiling.]</font> <span class="time">-06:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;Nothing,&quot; said Floyd, pressing his lips together tighty so as to not let the words escape his mouth. He could not afford losing his control right now, especially because he came so far. &quot;Let us just go and have a pleasant drink,&quot; he said with all the self-control he could muster. <span class="time">-06:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Salvia is still here!] <span class="time">-06:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Watching Max and Salvia fight, Aisling felt oddly lonely. She hadn't come to this party to find romance, so why did she feel so left out? Looking at the bottle, she excused herself to a table concealed from the party to finish the rest of it in peace and clear her head. <span class="time">-06:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou jumped, looking up at Amberine, &quot;.......hello.....&quot; He tried to return the smile. <span class="time">-06:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;Well, um...right.&quot; Before she even finished speaking, Setsuko was well on her way to the beverages. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but at times like this, experience had taught her to keep her distance. ...Lest things get nasty and dangerous, at which point she'd surely take flight from the vicinity. &quot;Try to take it easy.&quot; <span class="time">-06:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He almost shivered at the sudden touch and direction. Panning his eyes left and right, he caught a quick gaze at Seran and then the brewed trouble. <span class="time">-06:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Maybe I dun wanna be an adult! Especially if being an adult makes me an uptight, control freak, jerkbag who dun have time for nothing but critisizing everything I do!&quot; Salvia was going cross eyed with his finger waving in her face. She slapped it away too and kicked him in the shin. &quot;I... hope you choke on your dinner..!&quot; Worst insult ever, but Salvia rolled with it. Spinning on her heel to make an impressive exit, but ended up losing her balance and tumbling to the ground instead. Oh neat, the world was spinning! <span class="time">-06:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> Amberine laughed. ''Alright, it's just me.... no reason to be scared!'' She drank what was left in her glass, and poured some more wine in again. She had a lot to drink to catch up with those that were already being foolish, so she might as well hurry up. ''How's the party been so far?'' <span class="time">-06:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;All right, so what do you want to drink? If it is something alcoholic, I probably can't join you in that,&quot; said Floyd, following Setsuko. <span class="time">-06:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou shrugged, &quot;.....I-I don't really know....I haven't been paying attention.......all I really know is that those two don't like each other.......and that sake is terrible....&quot; The sake actually helped a bit with his nervousness, though he did feel a little dizzy <span class="time">-06:57 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;Tea, actually...&quot; She craned her neck a bit to get a better view of the inventory. &quot;...Well, if that's an option. I sometimes lose sight of what country I'm in. You don't suppose that there's someone I could ask...?&quot; <span class="time">-06:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> She laughed; the wine was having sucha a fast effect on her, and she loved it. So she laughed again, and poured more wine on her glass, offering it to Chou. ''So the sake is terrible, huh? This wine is fantastic. Try some. Feel the chocolate and tobacco hints its got'' <span class="time">-07:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran watched at the fight go on. She had to admit that was a special insult. But when she saw Salvia fall to the ground. She got alarmed. &quot;Oh dear. Salvia?!&quot; Seran ran over to get Salvia and try to help her get steady. &quot;You ok there?&quot; <span class="time">-07:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;I do not see anyone here,&quot; said Floyd as he scanned the shelves for something that he knew would taste like tea instead of hot water, but his eyes failed him. &quot;But I don't see anything that is real tea here. If you are okay with it tasting like paper, though...&quot; <span class="time">-07:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou took the glass. Chocolate and tobacco? He sipped it. It was better than sake at least. <span class="time">-07:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> Letting the wine make her feel more confident and less shy, Amberine stayed there some moments, watching as Chou tried some of what she had just given to him. She overheard some conversation about tea going on. No serious party could mix tea or alcohol at the same time. She looked around, but she didn't know anybody there. ''Do... do know anybody here?'' she asked to Chou. <span class="time">-07:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou shook his head, &quot;...sorry......I sorta know that girl who was yelling before....but that's because she asked me to dance with her...&quot; <span class="time">-07:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;Ah, no, it's all right. I guess I could just walk around and see what I can find...&quot; Resting her hands atop one another around the height of her lap, she began to wander off in a random direction, looking as lost and directionless as ever. Somehow, this ritual always felt right to her. <span class="time">-07:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;She's fine,&quot; muttered Max, stumbling slightly as he patted Seran's shoulder. &quot;She's always like this when she's drunk, which is why I tell her not to do it, but of course she does it anyway. Because she can't control her damn self! You hear me, Salvia?!&quot; He bent to scoop her up off the ground. &quot;I'm putting your ass in that tent over there until you sober up.&quot; <span class="time">-07:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''Oh well then what are we waiting for! Let's go meet someone!'', she yelled, and took Chou's hand, pulling him along as she walked. It didn't take long for them to bump against Setsuko. Amberine laughed. ''Hello!'' she said, happily. <span class="time">-07:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> For a minute, everything slowed a bit. Seran becoming alarmed had made him the same. The brawny man shivered in his dress, somewhat. <span class="time">-07:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;There goes my luck for the day,&quot; commented Floyd as he watched Setsuko leave. This was definitely not his day, but turning towards alcohol would have just made it worse. Or would it? He looked longingly at the shelves to see if there was anything stong enough that would knock him out instantly. <span class="time">-07:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran looked up to Max, and realized he was no better in shape than Salvia was. Anymore walking and he'd kiss the ground along with her. &quot;Oh no you're not. You guys need some help.&quot; Seran then tried to put Salvia on her shoulders. Seran then motioned for Max to do the same. &quot;Here, come on..I'll get you guys to the tent.&quot; <span class="time">-07:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou stumbled after Amberine, just barely being able to put down his glass. <span class="time">-07:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> She blinked twice, having managed to walk straight into what she assumed to be a festival-going couple. <i>Eighteen seconds. I think that's a new record.</i> &quot;I'm terribly sorry...and, um, wait, hello to you, too.&quot; Why the other girl could be greeting her so cheerfully after such an embarrassing blunder was beyond her. <span class="time">-07:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> Finally convincing himself that alcohol would indeed make everything worse, Floyd left the stand and started to wonder around the whole site. He eventually ended up in a secluded place, or at least he thought it was secluded, for he found Aisling sitting there. &quot;Uh... Are you okay?&quot; asked Floyd, bending down to Aisling's eye level. <span class="time">-07:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;I think I am going to be sick...&quot; Salvia hadn't even caught his last insult, she was now really pale and probably about two seconds away from throwing up everything she had just drank. She didn't know -who- was holding her up! <span class="time">-07:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> Amberine was too excited about the party and the wine was having some effect on her as well, so little did she care about anything. She barely realized why was the girl apologizing; she kept talking anyway. ''So do you come to these parties often? I'm new here. My name is Amberine... and this is... is...'' she glanced at Chou, but she didn't know his name yet. ''Alright this is my new good friend. May I ask your name, dear?'' she said, looking back at Setsuko <span class="time">-07:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Salvia</font> was sacrificed to the roleplay gods by a tribe of wild newbies.]</font> <span class="time">-07:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I'm not that bad,&quot; protested Max half-heartedly, but the truth was that he was more than a little over the limit. &quot;Let's just get over there before she's sick.&quot; At least he'd gotten the food on the table for all of the merrymakers... Someone had to take care of things around here... Even take care of Salvia. <span class="time">-07:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou looked between the two <span class="time">-07:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> ...For whatever reason, Setsuko found herself staring into space, blinking again. Somehow, that felt like an appropriate medium through which to express her bemusement with this very eccentric guest. Nevertheless, she introduced herself with a flustered bow, &quot;I'm Setsuko. It's nice to meet you.&quot; <span class="time">-07:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He began to itch his arms to pass the time. The anxiety had crept its way hack in. It felt like a meal had been left to cool and the cook forgot about it. Slowly, he took a few steps back. This was starting to be awkward. <span class="time">-07:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;I'm okay, I'm okay...!&quot; Salvia probably wasn't even moving on her own feet anymore. And now she had the hiccups and was getting REALLY upset about it. <span class="time">-07:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> &quot;... Whatever,&quot; said Floyd, seeing that Aisling did not respond. He looked at the festival once again, then with hurried, long paces, left. <span class="time">-07:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Floyd Bell: </span> (sorry, but I really have to go. Good Night, guys) <span class="time">-07:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Floyd Bell</font> is off to feed the plot bunnies.]</font> <span class="time">-((07:26 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''Oh, you're so charming, dear!'' she said, amused, at Setsuko. Amnerine looked at her wine bottle, which she still held in her hand. She then looked back at Chou, and saw he had left the glass somewhere behind. ''Awww where did you leave the glass, my friend? Stay here with Setsuko, I'll go bring some'', and, looking back at Setsuko as she was already walking away, she asked, ''you do drink wine don't you?'' <span class="time">-07:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> ((Goodnight~)) <span class="time">-07:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> &quot;.....sorry....&quot; Chou hid his already concealed face behind his blonde bangs <span class="time">-07:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> bbl, stuff is happening)) <span class="time">-07:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Aisling Binne</font> was sacrificed to the gods of Roleplay by a vicious tribe of rampaging plot bunnies.]</font> <span class="time">-07:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> <i>Charming. Ha. Haha. Hahahaha.</i> Despite whatever self-depreciative thoughts may have been occupying her mind, she appeared to take the compliment in stride, flashing a 'charming' smile to her current companionship. &quot;Wine is, um...&quot; She bit her lip before ultimately succumbing to urge. &quot;Sure. I-I mean, yeah, I do.&quot; <span class="time">-07:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran shrugged and helped Salvia towards the tent...&quot;I find that hard to believe, MAx...&quot; <span class="time">-07:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> He mustn't have been nearly as drunk as he felt after all, because between Seran and Max's efforts one way or another they carried Salvia into the small storage tent and sat her drunk ass down atop a crate. And he only tripped over his own feet a little. &quot;Here we are again. Me cleaning you up when you go too far.&quot; <span class="time">-07:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> Amberine walked towards a table and picked up some three glasses. She saw how some lady was being carried away, and winked at one of the men that was helping her. ''Ooh, those are parties!'', she said, before joining back with Chou and Setsuko. Inmediately she handed them a glass each. <span class="time">-07:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Jayna walked in to the party, her steps slightly hesitant. She had a curvy figure that was accentuated by the fact that she was short, but the hard lines of her body were hidden by the white chiton that she wore. It was edged in bright blue and silver, hitting just above her knees. Her tanned skin held no makeup or jewelry, her bright blue eyes framed by a half mask that matched her chiton. She stopped and looked around with a smile, brushing one long black curl from her cheek.] <span class="time">-07:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Fearing the highly probable outcome of dropping her wine class (not from intoxication, but rather natural clumsiness), Setsuko immediately took the item into both of her hands at once, bringing it to her mouth to complete her first sip. The flavour sent a chill down her spine; whatever she was drinking, it was strong. &quot;Thank you.&quot; <span class="time">-07:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou took his glass quietly <span class="time">-07:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> ((*glass)) <span class="time">-07:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> She hiccuped again, looking thoroughly ashamed, and a lot like the child he accused of her being. &quot;Max is al-HIC-ways right and Salvia al-HIC-ways wrong..!&quot; Salvia felt miserable. Both because he was there, once again, lording the fact he had it all together when she didn't... and the fact she really did feel like she was about to throw up. And before she could grumble anything else out, that's exactly what she did! Tilted and threw up! <span class="time">-07:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He didn't quite know what to do, at this point. Everyone was suddenly engaged and he was left sort of alone. It was just like old times. Now the time to leave had come. Looking down, he moved the dressed and walked about six steps. It took six steps before he unwittingly ran into another stranger. &quot;Oh my, I am so sorry. Please forgive me.&quot; he said wide-eyed and obnoxiously red. <span class="time">-07:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> At the tent, Seran jumped when Salvia upchucked. She dodged out of the way. &quot;Oh dear...&quot; At least the tent didn't exactly have a flooring, it was freshly cut grass. Seran felt sorry for any insects caught in the line of fire. She rubbed Salvia's back gently. &quot;I really don't think you guys should drink any more...&quot; <span class="time">-07:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She was too busy looking around to really pay attention to her close-range surroundings, and a startled squeak slipped from her lips as a man bumped into her. Blinking a few times, she laughed softly and shook her head. &quot;It's no problem at all, I assure you,&quot; she said, waving a dismissive hand at his apologies. &quot;Honest, it's fine,&quot; she added. <span class="time">-07:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''Oh please, it's been brewed secretly in my family for centuries. I'm glad that you like it,'' she replied to Setsuko. She then looked back at Chou, and frowned. ''I'm sorry... but I can't recall your name even though I'm so sure I've asked you already!'' she said, and laughed. She really believed she had asked him, but that was not what had happened. <span class="time">-07:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max hated when she looked like this. It always made him feel every inch the jerk she accused him of being. And then when she puked, he had the stupidest urge to brush her hair out of her face, which is exactly what he did. &quot;No, no more alcohol today,&quot; he agreed, frowning. &quot;There are paper towels somewhere around here... I know there are...&quot; <span class="time">-07:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded. &quot;You keep her company, I'll get the towels...&quot; she said as she climbed out of the tent, searching for the paper towel. <span class="time">-07:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> &quot;....actually...you haven't&quot; Chou took a sipp of the drink, &quot;.....Chou.....&quot; Chou wasn't his real name, but it's what he wanted to be called. It was butterfly in Japanese, the thing he most emvied <span class="time">-07:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> *envied <span class="time">-07:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;Um...that doesn't sound like much of a secret, then, huh?&quot; Her tone implied that she was trying to seem light-hearted with this simple observation, but the delivery itself fell upon more varied results. <span class="time">-07:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> The young man felt rather terribly terrible. He could not possibly get more red. Quickly forgetting his intent to leave, he offered a hand. &quot;B-Baidof.&quot; <span class="time">-07:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Max, I drank too much.&quot; Two sheets to the wind and ready to roll off that crate and pass out, Salvia's righteous fury had now simmered down to a drunken puddle of despair. And she -still- couldn't stop hiccuping! <span class="time">-07:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Cerulean eyes sparkling with amusement, she took the offered hand and bowed her head. &quot;A pleasure, Baidof. I am Jayna,&quot; she replied easily. <span class="time">-07:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''Bahahahhah! Oh dear, no, of course not. What is a secret is the recipe; the wine itself is not.... Chou! Of course!'' she said, snapping her fingers. <span class="time">-07:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou blinked. She made it seem like she'd forgotten. Oh well. He didn't blame her for not asking before. Why would she? <span class="time">-07:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;...Oh.&quot; Suddenly, she felt much less clever and tactful. Perhaps she had expected too little of this somewhat intoxicated companion of hers... &quot;Well, um, I'm going to find myself a seat. Thank you for the wine, but I'll see you two later.&quot; <span class="time">-07:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason finished up another song, but again, just barely. Tess was certainly making him work at it. He could certainly do with break and water, and the food had arrived! He had watched Max oversee the food unloading, and it was only fair for the band to get food too. He looked at it longingly. <span class="time">-07:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font color=D1E231 size=2>[<font color=red size=2>Jason</font> Is Away: Too bad Jason doesn\'t get to eat food, but I do!]</font> <span class="time">-07:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Her blue eyes had caught his green ones. Swallowing, he jokingly kissed her hand. &quot;The pleasure is all mine, Jayna.&quot; Baidof dimpled smile had arose quickly. <span class="time">-07:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I did too,&quot; he admitted, taking up rubbing her back where Seran had left off. Maybe he wasn't as good at controlling himself as he liked to think. &quot;You'll feel better in a bit. There's probably some water in here. Lemme find it.&quot; He withdrew to root around in the piles of supplies, locating a water bottle after a bit of searching. &quot;Here.&quot; <span class="time">-07:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''See you!'', she replied, just as cheerfully. She was left alone with Chou. Looking back at him, she asked, ''So... Would you dance?'' <span class="time">-08:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou blushed, &quot;um.....o-okay....I'm not very good....&quot; partly because of his lack of height <span class="time">-08:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> A faint blush colored her pale cheeks and she smiled, taking a look around. &quot;So, is everybody here drunk, or does it just seem like it? I didn't mean to be so dreadfully late,&quot; she said, sighing inwardly. <span class="time">-08:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Silence at last. Keeping an especially tight grip on her glass of wine, Setsuko walked farther and farther away from the main festivities and found herself to a more suiting, isolated table, far away from the brouhaha of the other party-goers. <span class="time">-08:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran ran back to the place with the towels. &quot;Got the towels...&quot; <span class="time">-08:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"> <font size=2>[Amberine laced her arms across Chou's back, never letting go of the glass, and started dancing]</font> <span class="time">-08:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia fumbled with getting the water opened and took a few grimacing gulps. The whole bottle was chugged in a minute and she didn't seem to be too keen on what she was swallowing. She was still wobbling in her seat but at least she didn't look like she was going to puke again. <span class="time">-08:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou blushed brightly, trying not to step on her feet. He was okay at dancing <span class="time">-08:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;Let us just say that a fight has already b-broke out.&quot; he said, shaking his head. &quot;It is good you came now. Though, I was about to leave. I could stay a little longer, if it means we could just stay and chat.&quot; <span class="time">-08:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran tore off some paper towels and layed it over the stomach chemicals <span class="time">-08:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Thanks,&quot; Max told Seran, leaning heavily against the boxes as he watched her clean up the mess in the grass. Meanwhile, he tore off another sheet and handed it to Salvia so that she could clean up her face. <span class="time">-08:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;Oh, don't let me keep you from leaving! That would be wretched of me. It's my own fault for getting caught up in work,&quot; she said, shaking her head at the thought of him sticking around just for her. She was supposed to mix and socialize, after all. <span class="time">-08:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''Heyyyy....! See? you're not that bad!'' Amberine commented, merrily. She spun around with Chou, really feeling the spirit of the festivities. Whatever the festivities were. <span class="time">-08:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> &quot;.....I-I guess not...&quot; Chou actuallly smiled <span class="time">-08:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;The only reason, I was leaving, was due to the fact that I had no one to talk. I am a bit social caveman. You seem like a nice enough to talk too. Plus, it would been a waste if I don't.&quot; He looked down, feeling a bit defeated. &quot;You don't have to...I just thought it to be a good idea.&quot; <span class="time">-08:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Wiping her face and using a little bit of the water to clean herself up, Salvia still looked miserable. &quot;Sorry for dropping the ball on this party... it was probably a really bad idea putting me in charge...&quot; <span class="time">-08:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> ...Seriously, what was she drinking? By the time she'd finished the glass, and it wasn't a very big glass, she was already starting to feel...off. Her normally poor vision became, well, poorer, her stomach began to hurt, and she could have SWORN that the table beneath her was starting to move on its own accord. This was bad. <span class="time">-08:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She smiled and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder, looking up at him with a friendly expression. &quot;Stay if you wish to. I certainly don't mind having some company,&quot; she said, then took a step back and picked up a glass of wine from the table. &quot;You have splendid manners for a caveman,&quot; she added with a small grin. <span class="time">-08:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;You would've probably been fine if you weren't working with me. 'M a jerk, after all.&quot; He massaged his temples, eyes falling shut. He was going to hate himself in a couple of hours for sure. <span class="time">-08:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded. &quot;You're welcome.&quot; Seran looked to Max and Salvia and couldn't help but look and feel sorry for the two. &quot;Hey....its not all your fault. You guys were already at each others throats and alchohol certainly did not help.&quot; <span class="time">-08:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;No, you always know what you're doing. I couldn't even show UP on time.&quot; At least her hiccups were gone. She had pretty much made the hugest fool of herself through the entire day and was ending off nicely with a druken stupor. &quot;I wish we were never voted May Day King and Queen last year...&quot; <span class="time">-08:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> Amberine kept dancing with Chou, although she was starting to miss a beat or two every now and then, thanks to the wine. They spun around and around; Amberine spotted Setsuko at the distance, and she winked at her, lifting up her thumb. She wondered if that nice girl had liked the wine after all. <span class="time">-08:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He was a little touch sensitive. His body stood a bit more at attention. Goosebumps arose on the shoulders and arms. &quot;I was always told to treat others like how I want to be treated. I prefer to be treated kindly.&quot; <span class="time">-08:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou was getting dizzy from the spinning. Combined with the alcohol in his system, his stomach was turning flips. &quot;.....&quot; <span class="time">-08:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> By this point, she was resting her weary head upon her isolated table. From her vantage point, and with her limited vision, she could just barely make out a figure waving in her direction from the distance. <i>Is that...? ...Fuck it; I'm tired.</i> She chose not to act on this opportunity, perhaps for the better. <span class="time">-08:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She took a small sip of the wine and blinked, looking down at the deep red beverage. It was insanely strong - no wonder there had been fighting! Keeping that in mind, she decided not to have more than one glass, and to nurse it. &quot;That is a good philosophy to have on life. Tell me, are you from around here?&quot; she asked, looking back up at him. <span class="time">-08:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran let Salvia and Max have their moment. &quot;Be careful near the towels...&quot; She said as she walked away. Looking outside, she saw that most everyone had gotten ahold of the wine. And with Seran being a non-drinker (especially after tonight),Seran was scared. &quot;Oh boy...&quot; <span class="time">-08:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> Amberine alsmost tripped and fell, but instead she clumsily sat on a chair, letting go of Chou. It was a good thing her glass was empty, otherwise she would have spilled it all over his back. ''Well not so bad huh!'' she giggled. ''I.... I think I'm gonna rest here for a while....'' <span class="time">-08:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> And just as Jason thought he might argue for a break since no one was dancing, Amberine and Chou got up. Life! Why did it have to do that to him? <span class="time">-08:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou nodded, &quot;.....I....I'm....gonna.....go to the bathroom......&quot; Chou ran for the lavatory, emptying his guts in the tiolet for a while <span class="time">-08:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He smiled at her reaction to the wine. Good thing that alcohol was not high on the guy's priority list. Her curious question had him feel a little interesting. &quot;Sort of. I am within an hour walk of here. I checked before the trip began. What about you?&quot; he barely spoke above a whisper. <span class="time">-08:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font color=5B59BA size=2>[<font color=red size=2>Chou</font> Is Away: Chou is puking his guts out right now]</font> <span class="time">-08:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"> <font size=2>[Amberine giggled alone at her table, seeing Chou running away]</font> <span class="time">-08:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;Oh, I live several hours away. I'm visiting family in the area,&quot; she explained, then glanced at the stage where the music was set. She paused a moment, then smiled at Baidof. &quot;Would you care to dance?&quot; she asked, never one to be shy. <span class="time">-08:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Oop. There was another alcohol poisoning victim. Seran sighed and went over to where Jason was and sat on the chair. <span class="time">-08:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"><span class="username">Amberine: </span> ''Oh it's allllwayass the same. Men....'' She sighed, and held her head between her hands. ''Theyyy alwaays run away....'' <span class="time">-08:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Finally! They sat down. Or one of them ran off and the other went to sit. &quot;Let's take a break, Tess.&quot; For once, she agreed and went off to get food. Jason, however, just got off the stage and slumped into the nearest table. Seran soon joined. &quot;Hi,&quot; he said with a weary smile. Playing took a lot of energy. <span class="time">-08:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Hope you enjoyed the music?&quot; he asked Seran, trying to make conversation. <span class="time">-08:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;And the dancing? I did see you dancing earlier, didn't I?&quot; <span class="time">-08:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Oh!&quot; She looked to Jason and nodded. <span class="time">-08:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> [&quot;Yes yes, it was very good! And the dancing was very fun!&quot; <span class="time">-08:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> A smile had formed. Though, he was internally nervous, a want to impress had taken the surface. &quot;Interesting. I would be glad to.&quot; Looking over, he seen that the music was taking a break. &quot;Oh...care to take raincheck until the band is back on?&quot; <span class="time">-08:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Setting her glass on the table, she turned and gave him a sparkling smile. &quot;I for one do not need music to dance,&quot; she declared, then offered her hand to him. &quot;Come, let us dance and allow the talented musicians a break,&quot; she offered. <span class="time">-08:49 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason smiled in appreciation. &quot;Please don't say you want to dance again, though. I need a break.&quot; Jason grabbed a roll from the middle of the table and pulled chunks off of it and ate it bite by bite. &quot;You were dancing with Max, weren't you? Where'd he go? I thought he was supposed to be running this show...&quot; <span class="time">-08:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Setsuko</font> fled in terror.]</font> <span class="time">-((08:53 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Max Lennox</font> has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate.]</font> <span class="time">-08:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran grinned and shook her head. &quot;No way. After what I just witnessed, I'm just fine with not dancing.&quot; She smiled and leaned back in her chair. &quot;Oh? Max is with Saalvia at the moment...&quot; She then seees Max leave the place. &quot;Maybe he went to get some medicine?&quot; <span class="time">-08:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> His clinched his teeth, wishing the absent band would have saved him. Her boldness had him a bit inspired. Baidof scrunched his face took her hand and then lead her to the dance floor. <span class="time">-08:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Catching his expression, Jayna had to hold in a laugh as she allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor. She laid her free hand on his shoulder and smiled up at him with clear amusement, waiting for him to begin as he was generally expected to lead. <span class="time">-08:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CE540A;"> <font size=2>[Amberine passed out on the table, letting her glass roll away from her hand]</font> <span class="time">-08:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Amberine</font> fled in terror.]</font> <span class="time">-((08:59 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Oh goo--&quot; he stopped his sentence when he saw Jayna get up with Baidof. With a groan, he sought out Tess. She shook her head, indicating they weren't getting up. Jason smiled in relief. &quot;Max and Salvia again, eh? Good for them. I think?&quot; <span class="time">-09:01 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Serena noded. &quot;Yes yes...the fighting seems to have stopped now,&quot; <span class="time">-09:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof caught her smile and they both knew that this was going to be interesting. One way or another, this was going to happen. Shaking, just slightly, his free hand rested on Jayna's side. Not exactly knowing how to dance, he just sways and tries not to step on her little feet. <span class="time">-09:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> For a few moments, she watched him, moving along with him and taking measure of how confident he seemed. After that, she invisibly guided him to wider turns, twirling them about to a song only she could hear. &quot;You are a very good dancer,&quot; she informed him with a smile. <span class="time">-09:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #5B59BA;"><span class="username">Chou: </span> Chou sighed as he emerged from the bathroom <span class="time">-09:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Zerion enters.] <span class="time">-09:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Zerion enters.] <span class="time">-09:10 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;So how was your own May Day festival? Find any dashing young men?&quot; Other than Max, but Max was sort of taken. Kind of. You couldn't really be sure if Max and Salvia were good for each other. <span class="time">-09:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> Zerion looked around at the party. He had to quickly attend to business but soon returned shortly afterwards. He searched for Seran and made his way through the crowd. He hoped that he would bump into her and get the opportunity to speak with her again. <span class="time">-09:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled. &quot;Oh...well--&quot; she was about to answer, and immediatly her eye caught on Zerion. &quot;Z--&quot; She was about to call his name out, but then remembered she needed to calm down. DON'T. SEEM. EASY, SERAN! &quot;Zerion! Is everything ok?&quot; she asked, looking to him. <span class="time">-09:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Chou</font> escapes to a secret lair!]</font> <span class="time">-((09:15 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran then looked to Jason and merely sighed. &quot;Sorry about that, a friend of mine came back,&quot; <span class="time">-09:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He ended up spotting her through the crowd. He smiled at her as she spoke to him. &quot;Yes, I am very sorry for my sudden disappearance, Seran.&quot; He responded. <span class="time">-09:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;I'll take that as a yes,&quot; Jason said with a little laugh, settling back in his chair, enjoying his roll. He didn't mind taking a back seat. He was, after all, not looking for a romance no matter what his cousin said. Not now, at least, and least of all at a May Day festival. <span class="time">-09:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran merely chuckled embarrassedly and looked to Zerion. &quot;That's all right! At least you didn't have alcohol poisoning...you missed quite a bit when you were gone...&quot; Seran said, looking away. She did not want to relive cleaning up poisoned stomach acids. <span class="time">-09:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Dimpled resurfaced and a returned smile. He didn't even know what was happened until she had mentioned anything. &quot;A dancer is only as good as their partner.&quot; he said, with a wink. A realization of confidence lead him to pull her a bit closer. They dancing the hell out of that floor. <span class="time">-09:18 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> &quot;Oh? Perhaps it wasn't all bad. After all, you are still here on this beautiful night.&quot; He said, grasping her left hand and raising it ot his lips, before kissing the back of it gently. <span class="time">-09:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> A faint blush colored her cheeks yet again and she laughed. &quot;Oh, I disagree!&quot; she argued playfully, pulling one hand from him to twirl out, then twirl herself back in close to continue dancing. <span class="time">-09:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Alcohol poisoning? Is that what had caused Salvia's crazy dance and all that running? Were people throwing up instead of dancing to their music? That didn't quite sit well with Jason's pride. <span class="time">-09:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Oh well...you definitely missed some things,&quot; Seran chuckled a bit. Upon the hand kiss, Seran blushed softly. She smiled at Zerion warmly. &quot;Heh...&quot; <span class="time">-09:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason stood up at that point, taking a step back and bowing his way out as he grabbed some more food at the center of the table. &quot;I'll just take my leave now.&quot; Had Aisling gotten alcohol poisoning too? Was that where she had disappeared off to? He was a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to find her again. And the second afterward, he felt a little disappointed in himself for having that inkling. He returned to the stage and his flute, but he didn't pick it up quite yet. He still had a roll to finish. <span class="time">-09:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> &quot;Well, shall we continue where we left off?&quot; He said, looking around at the people that were inside. It was interesting, but he did not hear anymore arguing. That was a good sign. He looked back at Seran and lowered her hand. &quot;At least things have quieted down now.&quot; <span class="time">-09:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;All right then, See you later Jason. And good job on the flute playing!&quot; she said smiling. Seran then looked back to Zerion. &quot;Yes yes...It was very loud before you came in. Now that its getting closer to midnight, people are starting to leave...But I hope there are enough people to see who will be crowned the May Day King and Queen!&quot; <span class="time">-09:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He chuckles at the moment of twirling. Then logic kicked in. How was he keeping up to a song he could hear? Perhaps his skill in dancing was far greater than anticipated. Or maybe...there some sort of connection or chemistry...&quot;So what is the song you hear?&quot; he asked finally <span class="time">-09:28 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;Oh, an old song that my mother used to sing. Honestly, I don't even know what it means,&quot; she admitted with a smile. She started to sing it for him, the upbeat tune and foreign words fitting in nicely with the music that still swirled in her mind. <span class="time">-09:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He chuckled a little bit. To see the May Day King and Queen, would be interesting. He looked around the room once more and noticed that she was right. The ball was dwindling to an end. He was also a little sad. Sad that he couldn't spend a little more time tonight with Seran. But, he hid it and looked back at her. &quot;We can still enjoy what is left of the night, Seran.&quot; He said softly. <span class="time">-09:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason finished his roll, beating his foot to the rhythm of the dancers' movements. Soon, though, he finished his roll and picked up his flute again. He picked a song that fit the dancers' movements, but eased into it as to not surprise them into stopping their dance. That would be a shame. They had such good flow. <span class="time">-09:33 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded. &quot;All right,&quot; she spoke just as soft. She started to get her will to dance back every second she looked at Zerion and her smile grew. &quot;Would you want to dance again?&quot; <span class="time">-09:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> The music was so subtle that it just seemed to work. Her singing was rather pleasant and the foreign language made it more alluring. She was alluring. &quot;Well, a mother to daughter song sounds rather kind to this event. I am sure it was just as beautiful as you.&quot; <span class="time">-09:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She looked up as the music started, smiling at the musician. The sound of the flute was absolutely beautiful. She looked back up at Baidof and blushed, shaking her head with a smile. &quot;You flatter me,&quot; she accused lightly. <span class="time">-09:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Zerion</font> has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate.]</font> <span class="time">-09:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> His eyes lowered and he grasped her free hand with his free hand. He raised them both to his lips and then kissed the back of them both. &quot;Lets end the night on a special note, Seray.&quot; He lowered their hands just beneath his chin and gazed into her eyes. <span class="time">-09:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;You inspire me.&quot; he quickly retorted. As the dance went on, Baidof drew a bit closer. Not really any intentions behind it, but it just felt natural for such a nice dance. <span class="time">-09:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran looked to Zerion. &quot;H...hm?&quot; She was blushing fairly hard right now. &quot;Oh?...O-Ok...&quot; she said, beginning to smile again. Seran looked back into his eyes and she thought she could never look away. <span class="time">-09:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Trill after trill. It was nice to see people dancing again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his band leader had purposedly seated the rest of the band. He rolled his eyes, but continued playing. Payback for his dance earlier. Yay. <span class="time">-09:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;You must be easily inspired, then,&quot; she retorted back at him, laughing. As they continued to twirl around the floor, she allowed him to shift closer without any complications. It was friendly, after all. <span class="time">-09:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;I think I will be judge of that.&quot; chuckling again. He could see others starting back to the floor. Baidof took lead according to what space they had left. &quot;It seems we are trendsetters, my dear Layne.&quot; <span class="time">-09:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> This very moment, this very beautiful woman. Though the night was ending, it was all worth it just to see Seran again. He couldn't have asked for much more, because he was given the opportunity to have time with her here. Its not often a man could see a woman of almost perfect beauty and grace. He smiled as he pulled her closer, drowning out the sound of chatter and music around them. His focus was solely on Seran and her alone. Hr blushed a little himself now and he gulped. Should he make the move? He didn't want to make her seem easy, but at the same time he wanted to give her something to remember him by. &quot;Seran...&quot; He said softly. <span class="time">-09:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Looking around as another couple joined them, she smiled and nodded. &quot;It does seem that way,&quot; she agreed. As he called her Layne, she paused in confusion and looked up at him. &quot;I do believe you have me mixed up with somebody else,&quot; she said, laughing a little. <span class="time">-09:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> (*Jayna sorry was reading cbox xD) <span class="time">-09:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran was very happy to be around a man like Zerion. The hand kiss, the dancing, she felt like she was a princess. It was cliche to think it but...Maybe it really was like a fairy tale. She never really liked thinking of cliche things, but when she was around Zerion, she was definitely willing to make an exception. Seran continued to look into Zerion's eyes. &quot;Y...Yes Zerion?&quot; she askked in a whisper. From the way they were positioned, Seran had to rest her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. <span class="time">-09:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> [XD] <span class="time">-09:57 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Max Lennox is now sober and really wishes otherwise.] <span class="time">-09:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof shook his head. What a knuckledheaded msitake. He didn't even know anyone by that name. At least it rhymed. &quot;Sorry, I get things mixed up. Thoughts and verbal mix and it isn't always good.&quot; he said blushing terribly again. &quot;Forgive me, and I will be your best friend forever.&quot; he said smiling and looking down at the floor. <span class="time">-09:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> At some point Salvia had passed out and remained so. Draped over a couple of the crates in one of the supply tents with an empty bottle of water dangling from her hands. Stupidest day ever. <span class="time">-10:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> When she grasped his shoulders, he grasped her face gently in his palms and slowly bought his lips close to hers. He knew that he shouldn't do it, but it was all to much to to just let it slide by. Zerion could feel her brething and he blushed a little more. &quot;Seran...I...&quot; He said hesitantly, as his lips brushed against hers. <span class="time">-10:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason neared the end of the song. Another complicated part. Mentally, he blamed the dancers for picking the song even though he knew they didn't actually have anything to do with it. The rest of the band finally rejoined him on the stage. <span class="time">-10:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Smiling, Jayna shook her head and cupped his cheek. &quot;I've done the same thing before. I forgive you, now stop groveling,&quot; she declared, twirling away from him for a turn before rejoining him easily. <span class="time">-10:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Last time Max had checked, Salvia had passed out in the storage tent, right in the middle of some sort of awkward heart-to-heart they'd been having. After that, his cell phone had gone off, and he'd spent the last hour on the phone and wound up having to go pick up Amanda for the damn end of the night's festivities instead. He was only just getting back to Pan's Glen, slipping back in amongst the apparently preoccupied couples still celebrating May Day this eve. <span class="time">-10:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Every inch closer than Zerion came, her heartbeat started to grow faster and faster still. When Zerion finally kissed her, she felt she was about to have a heartattack. She whispered his name softly and ended up kissing him back. She had a split feeling of embarrassment but it came and went. When he pulled away slightly, she looked to him. &quot;...&quot; Seran was just silent. <span class="time">-10:05 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He shivered a bit, again. Jayna was right and there was no need this way 24/7. &quot;A simple mistake, right?&quot; he grinned. <span class="time">-10:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Waking up in a tent with the worst headache in the universe really sucked. So was remember how stupid you behaved all day, and some of the things you said and... Salvia was almost tempted to drink herself back in to a stupor. Checking the time, Salvia groaned and went stumbling out of the tent. It was two hours until the end of the night and she had done absolutely nothing useful! <span class="time">-10:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She nodded and paused in her steps as the song ended, clapping a bit for the skilled flutist before turning back to Baidof. &quot;Would you like to dance again or would you prefer to sit and talk?&quot; she asked, perfectly alright with either option. <span class="time">-10:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> Surprisingly, she had kissed him in return and his heartbeat sped up. Zerion had now realized that he pulled back, and that Seran had went silent. Maybe, she wanted him to kiss her, but he wasnt sure. All he knew is that he wanted to feel her soft lips against his against his own again. He looked into her eyes once more and slanted his own, before kissing her deeply, sliding his fingers through her air. His thumbs rested on her ears. <span class="time">-10:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Amanda headed straight for the refreshments, and Max tagged along after her, waving to Jason and Tess and glancing around at the crowd. Nearly everyone seemed engaged in dancing or intimate conversation, and he felt a sharp pang as he watched them. He might have been one of them, once... <span class="time">-10:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> With the clapping and the option he stopped for a moment. <i>Should we dance again? That was rather fun. Then again, a chat seemed good too.</i> Baidof knew he had to make a choice, either way. &quot;How about we give these other dancers a chance to shine? A talk sounds nice.&quot; <span class="time">-10:13 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran followed suit, kissing him back. She then wrapped her arm around him, pulling Zerion into a warm hug. Seran absolutely loved this, she loved him. She knew that this was...oh man this was the best May Day she had ever participated in...She could not express how much she loved this moment. <span class="time">-10:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> The event was almost over, so she really needed to find Max and work out how to do the King and Queen vote. ...and to apologized for acting like a crazy woman. Except when she finally found Max, he was with Amanda. <i>Amanda</i>. Again. Screw it. She'd run the rest of the event by herself. Salvia stomped off towards the small stage set up and grabbed the microphone. &quot;LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. In a couple hours our event will have come to a close. Our May Day King and Queen must be chosen. Please take a few moments to write down your choices on the ballot sheets over at the basket table and drop them in the special basket. Make your choices carefully, because the people you choose might accidentally think it was kismet and fall in love with an asshole that spends more time with his &quot;best friend&quot; than he does you. Thank you.&quot; <span class="time">-10:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Jayna nodded and took his hand, walking off of the dance floor and back over to the table to pick up her drink. She carried it over to a small table that was out of the way and sat down just as a woman stepped up and announced that it was time to vote for the King and Queen. &quot;Oh, I had forgotten about the vote!&quot; she said, pondering who to vote for. The couple kissing on the dance floor seemed like a cute choice. <span class="time">-10:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> This moment was just like he had imagined. The passion of the kiss was more than what he imagined it to be. It was drawing him in more and more, followed by Seran puling him closer into a warm hug. Zerion released her face and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He didn't want this moment to end. <span class="time">-10:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> What. The. Actual. Fuck. Max turned to stare at Salvia in something between shock and utter fury, red flashing before his eyes. She'd been snide and catty all day, but this was just... That was it. He'd had enough. If Salvia had her heart set on a scene, well, she was going to get one. <span class="time">-10:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> She looked up at Zerion, smiling very happily. &quot;oh...Oh wow...&quot; and that was all Seran could say. That moment was just breath taking. Heart stopping even, regardless of her heart beating a mile a minute. She nuzzled Zerion's cheek softly. &quot;H...heh..&quot; <span class="time">-10:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> He matched over and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her down off of the stage. <span class="time">-10:22 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> ((*marched, whoops.)) <span class="time">-10:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> &quot;A vote?&quot; he asked looking around. The only thing that caught his eye was the romantic session between a lover and the women he had first met. &quot;I think they might be making a strong case.&quot; <span class="time">-10:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> He was pissed off, and had Salvia any sense, she would have taken off running. Unfortunately, she didn't think he was going to yank her off stage out in public. Not that it mattered, she was just as mad! &quot;Get your hands off me, Max Lennox! I have an event to run, since apparently, ONCE AGAIN Miss Amanda is your top priority! Big surprise there! All that talk about responsibility, but then you drop it when she shows up!&quot; <span class="time">-10:24 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;Yes, they're adorable, aren't they? I think I'll vote for the-&quot; she began, then fell silent as the drama began to unfold between a couple including the woman who had just been up on stage. She frowned slightly and stood up, watching the pair. &quot;Uh oh..&quot; <span class="time">-10:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;What the hell are you even talking about?!&quot; he demanded, doing the exact opposite of letting go of her. &quot;Amanda is part of the damn festival committee! And my best friend! All I did was go pick her up because her car is broken down. How is that anything like what you're saying, you psychopath?!&quot; <span class="time">-10:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> It was like watching a car-wreck. All the yelling and grabbing had Baidof a bit reserved. Not wanting to lose it, he grabbed Jayna's hand and squeezed it. The young had almost become a board. <span class="time">-10:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Eying the scene for a moment, she released Baidof's hand and gave him a reassuring smile, then walked over to Max and Salvia. &quot;Excuse me for interrupting, but having an argument on the edge of the dance floor may not be the best way to get people to stick around,&quot; she interjected quietly, giving them a small smile. <span class="time">-10:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> She nuzzled his cheek and he was speechless. The kiss had him lost for words at the moment. he shook his head a little, and then smiled at Seran. She really surprised him. His heartbeat kept racing and he smiled. &quot;You haven't ceased to surprise me tonight, Seran.&quot; <span class="time">-10:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;You leave work for her, you leave parties for her, you leave <i>me</i> for her...!&quot; Damnit! She swatted at him trying to get him to release. &quot;She treats you like you're her boyfriend! I was supposed to move in with you, when at a moment's notice you'll leave the apartment for another Amanda crisis? I have crisises too...!&quot; Salvia blinked, now staring at Jayna's interjection. &quot;...YOU heard her! Let go of me, Max!&quot; <span class="time">-10:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Jason</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-10:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Jason thinks this timeout is a lie.] <span class="time">-10:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled and kept looking at Zerion. &quot;Heh...I should say the same for you,&quot; she said softly. She then began to realize her surroundings, thus hearing the loud yelling. &quot;E-Eh? Whats hapenning?&quot; Seran looked about and then say Salvia and Max having another spat. &quot;Ohh dear...&quot; <span class="time">-10:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I'm not letting go of you until you listen to me,&quot; growled Max, beyond reasoning at this point. &quot;I never cheated on you with Amanda! I've known her since we were two years old. It'd be like kissing my sister! And how dare you accuse me of that anyway,&quot; he went on viciously, &quot;when you're the one who was always missing appointments and flitting <i>gods know where</i> and never telling me when you were coming home!&quot; <span class="time">-10:35 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> The band stopped playing when Salvia shouted out her announcement. Jason didn't mind being interrupted, but the rest of the band felt otherwise. Jason looked over to Max, and, well, the attack had been directed straight at him. And he was in fact with another girl. Jason grabbed the mike. &quot;And just a reminder, girls and boys, today is May Day, a day of celebration and merry making.&quot; He looked pointedly at Salvia and Max. &quot;Not that it's any of my business, but if you don't stop making a scene, I'll screech beautiful music till you can't hear anything.&quot; He smiled sweetly. <span class="time">-10:36 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Upon Jason's subtle comment, she rested her head on Zerion's shoulder. &quot;Oh God...&quot; she groaned softly, knowing that a storm was going to escalate. <span class="time">-10:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He looked back at The arguing couple again and sighed softly. It seemed that they didn't take his advice and still were at each others necks. &quot;hmm....&quot; He grabbed Seran's left hand and lead Seran away from them. &quot;Lets not let this disturb our night.&quot; <span class="time">-10:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He was trying his best to calm down. The was no problem and this shouldn't be either. Closing his eyes and taking in deep breaths, Baidof had started a path to calm. <span class="time">-10:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Jayna nodded a little at Salvia, but Max was being completely unreasonable. She fell back a step away from the pair as he raved at Salvia about some other woman who she was apparently jealous of. Her step back made her run into the stage and she turned, looking up at the flutist as he made a very pointed announcement. She wasn't sure if that was wise or not.. <span class="time">-10:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran was almost hesistant to leave, merely because she wanted to see what would happen. But she decided Zerion was more important than another fight. &quot;O-Oh! Ok..&quot; she said following. <span class="time">-10:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Now they even had the band staring at them and cracking jokes, which was just making the entire thing worse. As if it wasn't bad enough! Salvia lowered her voice until it was just above a hissing whisper. &quot;I told you I'm not good with schedules and appointments and half the time I can't remember where I put my phone! But you know, I least I come home and I'm not running around with some dude every time he calls me up!&quot; <span class="time">-10:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Aisling Binne reappears from behind the trees.] <span class="time">-10:41 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Jayna accidentally refreshed.] <span class="time">-10:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> It was a shame that just one couple could make such a loud noise, but Jason had to admit it was more amusing than just watching people fall in love with each other. Ugh. He looked down to see Jayna running into the stage giving him a sort of questioning look. He shrugged, going back to his flute. He hadn't come 'cause he wanted to, and, well, needling was something he was good at. <span class="time">-10:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Losing track of time had not been her intention at all, especially not with Salvia and Max at the crescendo she had left them with (a slap to the face, if she remembered correctly) but such things couldn't be helped. Not that it seemed that they had progressed much further. Sighing, she glanced up at the stage. Jason was there, as per usual, on stage instead of mingling. She crossed her arms and frowned, especially when another woman approached him. Flighty... <span class="time">-10:43 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> A self-medicated punch, to the leg, snapped him back into this reality. Baidof was now able to breath normally and not be so shaky. <span class="time">-10:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He sighed a little and stopped just a little ways off from the others and then stopped looking at Seran. &quot;Well, that would have ruined the moment for us. We wouldn't have wanted that.&quot; He pulled Seran close once again and rested her head back on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rocked slowly from side to side with her and then reached up with his right hand and stroked the back of her head softly. <span class="time">-10:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> Max ripped off his mask and threw it to the ground, because everyone knew it was him and every ugly bit of him was being exposed regardless. His voice lowered from a yell, but it was still throaty and vibrating as if threatening to go right back up in volume at the slightest provocation. &quot;You're the one who walked out on me, Salvia. Where do you get off acting like it's still any of your business who I see?&quot; <span class="time">-10:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Since there was no music and the festivities were obviously halted for the moment, Jayna sat on the edge of the stage and crossed her legs, figuring she might as well take a seat if she was going to watch this drama unfold. She rested her chin in her hand, trying not to get distressed about problems that were not hers. <span class="time">-10:47 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Deciding that her own prospects for the night were likely little more than half-imagined, especially when she was getting touchy about the harpist (she realized this with some embarrassment), Aisling made her way once more for the clearing set aside for dancing. There was nothing one could do now for Max and Salvia except let them try to worth things out. She'd supported them talking this entire time and they seemed to be finally doing just that. She would content herself with dancing. <span class="time">-10:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Oh dear...&quot; Seran nodded, leaning on Zerion's shoulder. She did love the rocking and her hair being petted. But there was a nagging feeling about Max and Salvia. She hoped and prayed hard that they would soon make up. <span class="time">-10:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia pulled off her own mask, but her fury had simmered to a grim tearful frown. She wasn't yelling anymore, or even hissing. Her tone was low and almost defeated. &quot;i wasn't going to wait around at home every time you went off to rescue some other girl. When have you ever come running for me...&quot; <span class="time">-10:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He couldn't help but think about what Max and Saliva would do. They had been arguing when he first came in and he was sure it still lingered on after he disappeared for a bit. He whispered softly to Seran and continued to rock her. &quot;I am sure that <span class="time">-10:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Max Lennox ] <span class="time">-10:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> they will make up, Seran.&quot; <span class="time">-10:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Setsuko finally stirred from her unexpected, alcohol-induced nap. Pleasantly, she'd managed to avoid the worst effects of a hangover, but waking up in such a position (outside, at a somewhat dirty and isolated table, face-down upon the counter) gave her quite the scare.] <span class="time">-10:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Got a vote?&quot; Jason asked Jayna since she was sitting at the edge of the stage. It was then that Jason noticed Aisling had returned, dancing again. She still looked so graceful, and he couldn't help but feel that their dance (even if he shouldn't have had it) was still better than the rest that he had seen that day, especially Salvia's drunken twirl. <span class="time">-10:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Hn!&quot; she softly squeaked as she looked up at Zerion. She then looked to his chest, and closed her eyes. &quot;Hm...&quot; Seran snuggled up close to Zerion and let out a soft sigh..or purr, one of the two. <span class="time">-10:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Setsuko</font> is off to rescue a damsel in distress!]</font> <span class="time">-((10:54 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;Hm? Oh. Uh, I guess I'm voting for that couple that was just kissing,&quot; she responded absently, though she noticed they had left now. No surprise there. She turned and looked up at the flutist with her bright blue eyes, curious. &quot;Are you voting?&quot; <span class="time">-10:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;When have you ever <i>let</i> me?&quot; He felt like he'd just run a marathon, the way he was breathing. &quot;It's hard to chase after someone who balks every time I try and tells me they feel stifled.&quot; <span class="time">-10:55 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Setsuko ((had a chat problem for a second. Sorry.))] <span class="time">-10:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> &quot;...'The fuck...?&quot; queried the foreigner in a not-so-elegant fashion, tiredly scanning her surroundings for signs of life. Had she missed the festivities in their entirety, or...? <span class="time">-10:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Though she told herself that she shouldn't that it would be weak, and that he probably wouldn't even remember her, Aisling couldn't help but glance up at the stage. She happened to catch Jason's eye doing so and her cheeks tinted pink again. Who was the girl sitting on stage with him? She was trying hard not to seem cross. What should she care? Still, his glance filled her with some hope and she passed gently over to him, her gaze defiant. &quot;I either need a partner, or beautiful music, with which to dance... I was wondering if you...&quot; she left the question open. He could interpret it either way. <span class="time">-10:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> An observer is what he had become. Perhaps is was for the best. He was in a female's dress after all. It seems the work to get this far only left him to be right back where he was. Alone. Well, someone has to be that guy. It mine as well be him. <span class="time">-10:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Oh.&quot; Jason replied, wondering if that was wise. Seran had mentioned how she and Zerion were friends, but it certainly looked more than that. Maybe it would turn out better than Max and Salvia. &quot;Yeah, they're pretty cute.&quot; He looked around for the other couples he had found throughout the day. It seemed that there were very few pairs left. &quot;I'm not sure who to vote for.&quot; <span class="time">-10:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;Why can't you ever let me ask you for help, instead of trying to dictate and control how I do things...?&quot; Salvia pushed at him. &quot;Can you let go of me now? Amanda is probably waiting so you can have that whole Salvia is crazy conversation, and I need to get ballots from everyone...&quot; She was definitely trying to escape the conversation. <span class="time">-11:00 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> &quot;Seran, tonight has been such a wonderful experience with you. I am glad that we got to enjoy it together. I only wish that we could enjoy it all night. He pulled back and touched the left side of her face and gazed into her eyes. Seran had made his night so wonderful and he wanted to be here by her side as long as he could. But sadly, he couldn't. Zerion placed a kiss gently on her forehead, as he closed his eyes. <span class="time">-11:02 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Less than an hour left, but the argument wasn't so explosive now. Nodding to the flutist's response, she looked up as a girl approached and spoke to him. Since his attention was being captured, she slid from the stage and moved back over to Baidof. &quot;I think the worst of it is over.&quot; <span class="time">-11:03 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;<i>No.</i> I'm not done.&quot; Now that he'd started to get all of this out, Max couldn't stop; every unspoken gripe and doubt was rushing out of him all at once. &quot;Why can't you make the least effort to share responsibilities, instead of dumping everything on me and then half-assing it at the last minute? Do you know what that feels like?&quot; <span class="time">-11:04 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> She withdrew from her seat at the table, clumsily staggering to her feet and performing a stretch which produced so many unattractive popping noises that you'd think she was in physical pain. ...Then again, she sort of was, in a way. Lost and tired, Setsuko wandered in the direction of what sounded like an angry commotion. In retrospect, surely, she would come to regret this, but fatigue never exactly begot keen judgement. <span class="time">-11:06 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled and nuzzled Seran lovingly. &quot;I'm glad as well. You are a very nice man, Zerion.&quot; she leaned in and returned the kiss on his cheek. <span class="time">-11:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason smiled when Aisling came up to the stage. &quot;A request! I'm not sure which to honor...&quot; He knew not to look at Tess who would tell him to play. Jayna moved away then, and Jason jumped down, setting the flute at the edge of the stage. &quot;Perhaps a dance first?&quot; <span class="time">-11:07 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia really didn't want to have this conversation, but now that she was stuck in it, there was little else to do! &quot;I don't <i>want</i> to dump everything on you..! But everytime I take responsibility of something, it was done right or perfect or the way you thought it should be done. I can't do anything right, why should I bother at all...&quot; <span class="time">-11:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof was kind of surprized she came back over. Being lonely, seemed like the most logical expectation. Before he could speak, the next verbal attempt at arguing was shot. &quot;I am not so sure, Jayna.&quot; <span class="time">-11:08 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> He had played his solo, after all, no thanks to the band not joining him on the stage earlier. No doubt he had earned another dance. <span class="time">-11:09 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Jayna</font> was consumed alive by feral plot bunnies.]</font> <span class="time">-11:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I was just trying to help,&quot; he groaned, his grip on her tightening. &quot;You always have so much trouble remembering things or getting details right, so I thought if I could just lay it out for you...&quot; <span class="time">-11:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He smiled as her lips rested on his cheek.&quot;Thank you, Seran.&quot; Each kiss made his heart race and want to take her home with him. He backed away a bit and grasped either hand, raising it to his lips. He lowered his head as he did when they first met and kissed the back of it. <span class="time">-11:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> The initial part of the statement, of not knowing which to choose, nearly made Aisling lose hope but she was determined not to give up without some resistance. However, unexpectedly, he set his flute on the stage and hopped off of it. Her eyes lit up and she worked hard not to grin too broadly. Taking his hand in hers, she instead tugged him to the clearing. &quot;Miss me?&quot; she inquired teasingly, though her heart was racing at standing so close with him again. <span class="time">-11:11 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She sighed as she heard the fighting, then offered her hand to Baidof and smiled. &quot;Would you like to take a walk with me?&quot; <span class="time">-11:12 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;No one dances quite so merrily,&quot; he replied. He took her hand and spun her out onto the dance floor. A less experienced dancer might be dizzy by the end, but he trusted her. <span class="time">-11:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled when Zerion kissed her hands. Her face was pink with love. &quot;Heh...You're welcome...&quot; she said softly, warmly. <span class="time">-11:14 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> ...Even through the lens of her rheum-encrusted eyelids, Setsuko could tell that there was no point in getting involved. Zombie-like in her two-thirds-awake stride, she made her way past the ongoing dispute and into the direction of the stage. Maybe, if there was a show to see, it could bring her back to her usual spirits. Or so she mused, at any rate. <span class="time">-11:15 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;What is so hard about trusting me to work it out myself, and trusting I would ask for your help when I need it? Because I do need it. But then you are always gone and busy with Amanda.&quot; Salvia tried prying his hands off, but it was rather half hearted. <span class="time">-11:16 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Max Lennox</font> doesn't post enough.]</font> <span class="time">-11:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He nodded and took her hand. &quot;Sure, any place can be better than this room.&quot; <span class="time">-11:17 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Merrily? She wrinkled her nose at him, but he spun her easily across the dance floor and she twirled with it. When she was dancing, she couldn't help but smile. Even if the night meant nothing to him, these memories would be special to Aisling. She hoped that there would be more than telling others 'Once, I met a flute player at a party and we danced'. She laughed to herself for that thought, drawing in close to Jason with her twirl finished. &quot;Have those two been at it the whole time, no progress at all?&quot; <span class="time">-11:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> The night was getting even closer to its end. &quot;Seran, would you care to take a walk with me to end the night?&quot; He asked with a smile. <span class="time">-11:19 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Nodding, she laced her fingers with his and walked away from the dance floor, choosing a random path away from everybody else. &quot;It's a shame that not everybody is happy at such a lovely celebration,&quot; she commented. <span class="time">-11:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;What's so hard about trusting me when I tell you that I don't love anyone but you?&quot; The words were out of him, and he couldn't take them back, and at this point he didn't even think he wanted to. &quot;Or that I'm only trying to look out for you and not just correct you?&quot; <span class="time">-11:20 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Vahe was always at the party. It's just that he was busy eating. He's a big, strong lad of six feet and five inches in height. Built for manual labor, he's quite capable of crushing a man's skull with just his two hands, though he's no fan of violence. Just food.] <span class="time">-11:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blinked at the request and then nodded. &quot;I'd love to,&quot; she said warmly. She got up and stood close to Zerion. <span class="time">-11:21 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Food to fuel his bulky, muscular body. Lifting his mask just enough to uncover his mouth from beneath the fearsome bear mask, he popped another sweet into his maw and happily chewed. <span class="time">-11:23 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He looked at Seran for a moment. &quot;That's right. They are supposed to pick the king and queen, correct&quot; <span class="time">-11:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Far as I can tell,&quot; he replied, rolling his eyes. &quot;You'd think they would have figured this all out before today of all days. Can't imagine a better way to ruin a May Day than having last year's crowned royalty duking it out.&quot; It was up and down. In some ways, it was good amusement, in other ways, it ruined the mood. &quot;They'll certainly be the talk of the town again even if they aren't crowned. Got to feel sorry for whoever does.&quot; His last words were, well, uncertain. He didn't want it. No. Definitely not. He didn't come here for that, but somehow it would be nice to be acknowledged. &quot;So,&quot; he said chainging the topic as they side-stepped right and left. &quot;Where have you been?&quot; He followed this by a quick drop. <span class="time">-11:25 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> It really was a shame. This event was intended for goodtimes, friends, and maybe love. At least, that is what he was always told. &quot;I just hope everything works out, in the end.&quot; he said as Jayna lead him away. <span class="time">-11:26 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> &quot;Oh, I'm sure it will,&quot; she said, then turned and smiled up at him. &quot;Thank you for spending time with me, especially the dance. I think I would have wandered around alone if not for you.&quot; <span class="time">-11:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;I... I don't know.&quot; she did look apologetic, embarrassed even. &quot;I just thought you cared about her more than you cared about me... I wanted to be the most important person in your life...&quot; <span class="time">-11:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Reaching the stage, it became quite apparent to Setsuko that there was no point in staying here, either. Defeated, she did exactly what she'd predicted from the beginning -- and walked straight for the food, yet again. <i>If I had money to actually buy food, I would probably become bloated.</i> After a short, sombre walk, she took her seat next to an enormous, muscular bear-man. She wasn't sure why. Maybe the alcohol had lingering effects, or maybe it just felt like the right decision. Whatever the case may have been, she sat next to him in awkward silence, listening to the low-pitched murmur of her empty stomach while making no apparent efforts in the way of conversation or productivity. <span class="time">-11:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Olivia enters.] <span class="time">-11:27 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Yes, thats true...&quot; Seran said with a nod. She looked up at Zerion and then to the horizon, near to where they were walking. &quot;Hmmm...Hopefully Salvia and Max have stopped arguing...They seem like they could go together besides the fighting.&quot; <span class="time">-11:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> They weren't dancing now, not with the talking, largely because Aisling had paused. She lifted her chin to look up at him, surprised that he would ask. Had he actually missed her? &quot;Well, you left for a while, a long while, and I tried babysitting Salvia for a bit but I ended up encouraging her to go talk to her mysterious paramour... Well. I might have a had a bit of alcohol and I ended up going back to my house for a bit of sobering up. Where were you? I... I might have missed you as well.&quot; <span class="time">-11:29 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He squeezed her hand and smiled. &quot;No problem. The dance was...quite frankly, incredible. Perhaps we could do it again sometime?&quot; he said nodding. &quot;This event was worth the trouble of meeting you, Jayna.&quot; <span class="time">-11:30 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> She blushed a little and looked down, a smile spreading on her lips. &quot;I would love that,&quot; she admitted, looking back up at him without managing to get her blush to fade. <span class="time">-11:31 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Another sweet devoured, Vahe quietly licked his lips. Surprisingly, he wasn't a noisy or messy eater for such a man of his size and brute strength. He lifted another sweet to his mouth but at the very moment that his jaw was wide, delicious treat about to meet its end, he heard a noise. A very familiar noise, as his stomach was almost always rumbling with hunger. Glancing to the side, he spotted the source: a woman who smelled slightly of alcohol, though much could be said about anyone else here. He paused, lips swinging from side to side on his face as he considered... Then he pushed his plate of food toward the woman with a smile. <span class="time">-11:32 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Sounds like, um, fun.&quot; Jason couldn't actually say babysing Salvia sounded fun. Savlia could be fun, but he had no idea how Max put up with it. &quot;I've just been playing most of the time. No other lucky lady won a dance out of me.&quot; Maybe he shouldn't have said that. She would think into it, probably, but maybe that's what he wanted. &quot;I stopped to eat. Tess tricked me into a solo... I think she was trying to get me back, but I think we get the last laugh. Er. Dance. &quot; <span class="time">-11:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;You drive me absolutely nuts,&quot; Max told her flatly. &quot;And I have no idea how you do it. I was never this much of a jackass before you gave me that May basket a year ago.&quot; <span class="time">-11:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> &quot;Then lets go and see what they are up to. Perhaps, you are right. They probably have stopped arguing.&quot; He grasped her hand and lead her back towards the crowd. &quot;If they haven't calmed down, at least we'll still have some entertainment.&quot; <span class="time">-11:34 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> For a second (well, about ten seconds; she was still only partially conscious), she stared at the hulking behemoth that had so chivalrously offered her food. With or without her mask on, her gaze painted a completely expressionless, if lost, sort of image. After some time had passed and she'd begun to eat off of her gifted plate, the words escaped her lips: &quot;Thank you, mighty bear-man-god.&quot; <span class="time">-11:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;When we crown the next May Day King and Queen, maybe it will be done? We will be done?&quot; A year ago she had given him the basket on a crushing whim! A guy she had met right there at the festival, and afterwards she knew she loved him. She still did, but... &quot;...I'm sorry, Max...&quot; <span class="time">-11:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Then I'm the luckiest, for getting to steal away one of the performers, aren't I? I picked you over the others because you were the handsomest&quot; she winked at him, but her breath was catching in her throat. Was it even possible that maybe he had enjoyed their time together as well? &quot;Thank you for dancing with me, by the way. I couldn't have asked for a better partner.&quot; <span class="time">-11:37 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran softly chuckled and nodded. &quot;All right then, lets go,&quot; she said softly. They then turned to go back to the party grounds. Out of all the times to think something, she then realized she hadn't danced with the ribbons on the May Pole in all the commotion- <span class="time">-11:38 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Looking down at her, he wondered how good of a night it was. A quick little choice was made. An out of character impulse was stirring. &quot;Me too.&quot; he said bringing his hand to her cheek. <span class="time">-11:39 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> God? Vahe let out a rumbling chuckle before taking a swig of his drink. &quot;You're welcome, O' Hungry One,&quot; he replied, tugging his mask back into place to cover his mouth. &quot;No stomach should ever growl with emptiness, don't you agree?&quot; <span class="time">-11:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Losing track of how many times he had made her blush so far, she scarcely paid attention to the fresh one that his touch caused. She smiled up at him and tilted her head a fraction. &quot;Would you really?&quot; she asked teasingly, slipping her arms around his waist in a gentle hold. <span class="time">-11:40 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;You sure it wasn't the fact all the other band members were too busy actually being good band members?&quot; Jason asked in retort. Partially, he was teasing, but part of it was because he just wanted to avoid and ignore his own feelings and the fact that perhaps he meant something to her. <span class="time">-11:42 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> With the reintroduction of food to her system came the return of Setsuko's better judgement and energy. He may not have been a god, but he was definitely a saint. &quot;Yeah, definitely...&quot; Silence reigned between the two, though Setsuko was definitely interested in letting the conversation continue. She simply lacked the words. <span class="time">-11:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I'm sorry, too.&quot; He was really, really tired of fighting. They'd been fighting for so long now that he did it out of habit more than anything else, and how stupid was that, really? &quot;But I don't know if I want to be done.&quot; And then he was kissing her, right there at the edge of the festivities, because he'd been wanting to do that all day for various reasons and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't slap him again. <span class="time">-11:44 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He stopped with Seran once they were closer to the crowd and mixed in, but close enough to see Max and Salvia. &quot;Seems like they are still at it.&quot; He chuckled a little bit. Watching them was now entertaining him and he also had a bet on whether or not they would kiss. His bet of course, was on them kissing. &quot;Do you think they will end the night on a good note, Seran?&quot; he looked back at her with a smile. <span class="time">-11:45 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> &quot;Well, none of them were nearly as festive. I might not have ha the nerve to flirt with you if you hadn't been trying to stir up a little bit of cheer. I'm not nearly as bold as Salvia - I'm not sure anyone is as bold as Salvia.&quot; In talking, Aisling had gotten closer to him without meaning to do so, so close that she could easily touch his cheek with her fingertips. She resisted the urge but she did not move away from him. Her usual impish smile was gone, a more hesitant expression dominating her features. <span class="time">-11:46 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran looked to Max and Salvia and saw that Max had began to kiss her. Seran smiled. &quot;I think it will be a good night,&quot; she said happily. She looked up to Zerion and smiled happily. <span class="time">-11:48 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> He knew how he wanted to respond to her. But would it end well? <i>To hell with it.</i>Baidof took one last look into her beautiful blue eyes, and chose to act on impulse. Leaning in, pressed his lips onto hers. <span class="time">-11:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Oh, come on. If you were supposed to be playing music for a festival and no one was even dancing, what would you do? Music for nothing or stir up a couple of ladies?&quot; And in that instant, well, again he felt uncomfortable. Maybe if he had come of his own volition to the festival he would have done something else, but he wasn't going to let his cousin have the chance to say 'I told you so.' And probably in a manner that was just as frustrating to him as it would be to her, he spun her out, and flipped her over his back. Hide emotion with dance. Hide emotion with flute. Why had he taken her offer to dance again? He didn't know how to handle this. <span class="time">-11:50 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> The kiss caught her by surprise, and moreso because her immediate reaction wasn't to swing a fist. Salvia melted in to his embrace almost like it was a relief to finally be there! She was the first to break away, only to come crashing back against him in a clinging hug. &quot;I don't want it to be done either...! I really missed you, Max. I really, really missed you..&quot; <span class="time">-11:51 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Awkward silences were common when it came to Vahe. He wasn't one for conversation and certainly not an intelligent one. But he was rather good at judging people and right now, this woman seemed keen for company... But he was no good for company, he was rather simple minded. &quot;So.... Umm...&quot; Though his face was covered, it was still obvious that he was embarrassed and feeling awkward. &quot;Great, uh, party.&quot; .....Ugh. <span class="time">-11:52 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Not expecting the kiss, Jayna immediately went with it and kissed him back delightedly. She slid her arms up around his neck and let the kiss continue on gently for a few moments, then pulled away and smiled up at him. &quot;Wow..&quot; she murmured, then realized what time it was. &quot;Oh no, the masquerade is nearly over! It's almost time to go home..&quot; <span class="time">-11:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> he glanced over to Max and Salvia and smiled as they kissed, then looked at Seran and kissed her lips deeply for a minute, before breaking it and looking into her eyes with a smile. &quot;Yes, it will be, Seran.&quot; He said with a big smile. <span class="time">-11:53 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Dismissive, again, just when she was trying to be just a little bit honest. Was it something about Aisling that made him go cold? Could it be, perhaps, that she'd been misinterpreting him the whole time? She'd been the one to ask him to dance, both times, after all. Landing the flip gracefully, Aisling balanced herself on the point of her toe and pirouetted, moving ever so slightly with each in a half circle to stand in front of Jason once more. A final opportunity to show off. She wasn't going to break her heart with anymore forcing. She had pressed him this far. &quot;Thank you for tonight. I had a truly lovely time. I'm sorry that I pushed you into neglecting your duties so much.&quot; <span class="time">-11:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;I missed you too,&quot; he murmured against her hair. &quot;We need to crown the new royal couple, but then do you want to maybe... come home?&quot; The apartment had never felt quite right without her. <span class="time">-11:54 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> [Hosting Service directs anyone who hasn't voted for a couple to say something in Cbox now!] <span class="time">-11:56 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Hosting Service</font> fled in terror.]</font> <span class="time">-((11:56 May 20))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> <i>...My God, he's as bad as me.</i> Setsuko's perspective of social situations was...odd. In the presence of those who seemed like they knew exactly what to say and how to say it, she would become an instant wallflower. In contrast, sitting next to a towering bear-man with little in the way of social grace made her feel comfortable and at home. Perhaps this comfort is what led her to reply honestly, instead of tactfully, for once. &quot;...Not really. I'm kind of new to this thing, and the alcohol was a lot stronger than I expected. I hope you've been getting along well, though.&quot; <span class="time">-11:57 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia nodded, quickly brushing her hands at her eyes to wipe away the tears. &quot;I would love to come home. ....Lets count those stupid ballots.&quot; <span class="time">-11:57 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;Ah, no, I lo-liked it. A lot. The dancing. With you. I enjoyed making Tess angry.&quot; I enjoyed my time with you, Jason wanted to say. But he couldn't get the words out. And, well, the town wasn't big, and there weren't many flautists. Maybe she would come find him outside the festivities, then he could tell his cousin he didn't enjoy the whole shindig, and &quot;meet&quot; her again some other way. What a lie. <span class="time">-11:58 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran blushed hard and kissed Zerion back. &quot;H-Hmm!~&quot; she squealed a bit. Seran smiled at Zerion and nuzzled him, beginning to giggle a bit. She then snapped back to reality. &quot;Oh! Almost forgot, we have to vote for a couple! Um...ummm...&quot; she looke about and then saw Jayna and Baidof kiss. Seran then began to grin and quickly filled out a ballot. &quot;I know who I'm voting for. Salvia!&quot; she then called. &quot;One more ballot!&quot; she said, giving it to her. <span class="time">-11:59 May 20</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Olivia</font> was sacrificed to the roleplay gods by a tribe of wild newbies.]</font> <span class="time">-12:00 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;I should probably go back to the band,&quot; he hedged. &quot;Big fanfare, you know, for the vote. Yeah.&quot; <span class="time">-12:00 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He had completely forgotten.The magic of the night drew his attention away from the voting, but he was now back in the reality of the room, the music and the people. He quickly filled out a ballad and voted for Setsuko. He smiled and then looked at Seran. &quot;I voted for Setsuko, Seran.&quot; <span class="time">-12:02 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Confused, now, with Jason's response, Aisling glanced at his face, trying to discern what he was getting at. Before she could reply, he pulled away from her, under the pretense of returning to play some fanfare. Like they need a flute for a fanfare, Aisling huffed. She crossed her arms, still chiding herself for foolish feelings. It had only been one night, she reminded herself. There was nothing to be heartbroken about in the slightest. At least the crowning would be fun. She retreated to the table with the drinks, wanting to watch the stage but carefully keeping her eyes trained on anything but Jason. <span class="time">-12:02 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> ballot.* <span class="time">-12:02 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof was wide-eyed as she pulled away. Slowly coming back into reality, he knew time was winding down. Grabbing a paper and pen he wrote down his name, number, email, address. He then eagerly offered it to her. &quot;Here. I really don't want this to be the only great night we have together.&quot; <span class="time">-12:03 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> An honest girl? There were far too little of those, in Vahe's opinion. Her words made him smile behind his mask, not at her lack of enjoyment, but for the fact that she had been very honest. &quot;I missed most of what happened... I like food too much sometimes,&quot; he mumbled. He took to gazing elsewhere, unused to looking anyone in the eye. Under that bear mask was a blushing face. <span class="time">-12:04 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> &quot;Heh, all right! I went for Jayna and Baidof,&quot; she said, keeping her voice low so that it'd be a surprise to them. Seran stretched a bit. &quot;Hopefully they'll be choosing now, heheh!&quot; <span class="time">-12:04 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> They counted up the ballots quickly, taking Zerion and Seran's last second votes. It was very close, practically a tie, but the winners were clear... and Max found himself laughing for the first time all day. Helping Salvia up onto the stage next to him, he grabbed the mic. &quot;Ladies and gentleman, we have this year's May King and Queen!&quot; <span class="time">-12:04 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Taking the paper from him with a smile, she wrote down her own information on a different piece and gave it to him. &quot;I agree,&quot; she said, then heard the announcement. &quot;Oh, quick, let's go watch!&quot; she said, giggling and running back with him to the stage to see who was chosen. <span class="time">-12:05 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason launched himself onto the stage and picked up his flute. Really only the drums played. <span class="time">-12:05 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;We'd like to apologize for any... uh... ME that happened tonight. Thanks for not calling the police!&quot; Salvia quickly stepped behind Max just incase people wanted to throw things. &quot;And here is the envelope with our very lucky new Royal Couple...&quot; She tried not to grin, and it wasn't working at all. Salvia was all smiles. <span class="time">-12:07 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Oh. They were choosing the King and Queen now. Vahe watched in silence, knowing he would be the last person anyone would ever vote for. But at least tonight's food had been delicious. <span class="time">-12:07 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Returning to her senses in full, she smiled beneath her own mask at the bear-man's kindred and simple spirit. From there, she sat in silence, waiting for the announcement to be made. <span class="time">-12:07 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> &quot;Perhaps they will, Seran.&quot; He said in a lowly tone. Zerion looked around the room again at all the people, trying to see if they would all vote. He was anxious as well to see who would win. It was really exciting! The two who win would be the center of attention and all eyes would be on them. Now, all he had to do was wait for them and they would be announced. &quot;Now, I guess we wait.&quot; <span class="time">-12:07 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded and watched the stage happily. She couldn't help but call out to <span class="time">-12:08 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> but call out to Salvia. &quot;I forgive!&quot; she said with a sweet smile. <span class="time">-12:08 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Aisling lifted her chin slightly, taking great care to make it evident that she was watching Max and Salvia. She would give no one the benefit of knowing that she had been wounded and while she might indulge later in self-pity over the turn of affairs, now was not the time to do so. She hadn't come for love anyway, only for dancing. <span class="time">-12:09 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Still the drum rolled. Jason held tightly onto his flute. Even if he couldn't exactly fanfare, he still had to play when the name was announced or Tess would really have his hide. <span class="time">-12:09 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;The winning couple is... Jason and Aisling!&quot; Max pointed out the flautist even as he prepared to play the fanfare for his own crowning, and then his lovely dance partner. &quot;Will they please come up to the stage?&quot; <span class="time">-12:09 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran grinned and applauded for Jason and Aisling. She couldn't help but laugh as Jason was all prepared to do a fanfare and all that. &quot;Hehh nice!~&quot; <span class="time">-12:10 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> Baidof grabbed her hand again, happily. It seems everything had worked out. This pleased him. &quot;Jayna and Baidof 2013?&quot; he whispered to Jayna before clapping. <span class="time">-12:11 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> Jason raised his flute to his mouth just as Max started talking again, but instead of playing when the names were announced, he looked just a bit dumbfounded. &quot;You earned it,&quot; Tess said, poking him with a bow before she started playing. Was he supposed to play? Was he supposed to go up. Well, he knew what to do! He raised his flute up to his mouth again, hoping no one noticed his complete look of surprise. He played and approached Aisling as she made her way up to the stage, an echo of how they had started out the day. <span class="time">-12:11 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> The sound of shattering glass tinkled across the pause of silence when the names were announced, because Aisling had dropped the glass that she was holding. Had she been drinking any of it at the time, she might have choked. Her face was furiously red and she had little to no idea of what to do. Would she cry there, on stage, if he told everyone that they weren't a couple? She approached hesitantly, wondering what sort of mistake might have occurred. If Jason disavowed the whole thing, she decided, she would cry. <span class="time">-12:12 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> As the winners were announced, Vahe applauded kindly, then simply reclined in his seat. Now that he thought about it, he wished he would have at least danced a little before the night was over. Oh well. Perhaps another time. Maybe, if saw her again... He glanced at the honest woman for a moment. Yes, maybe he might work up the courage to ask her should their paths cross again. <span class="time">-12:12 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> he applauded and clapped for them smiling. It was great that they had won. &quot;Congrats to them!&quot; <span class="time">-12:12 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Jayna: </span> Jayna clapped and cheered as they announced the King and Queen, delighted. Even though she hadn't voted for them, she was sure they'd be happy. &quot;Everything turned out just fine,&quot; she said contentedly, then turned and looked up at Baidof with a grin. &quot;Is that your way of asking me to come back here with you next year?&quot; she teased, then pulled him down and kissed him before he could respond. <span class="time">-12:12 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> Salvia pulled the Queen's crown from her head, and the moment Aisling was on stage she rest it on the other woman's head. &quot;Congrats! Thanks for your advice today...&quot; She leaned to whisper. &quot;Don't panic, it's probably not cursed...&quot; <span class="time">-12:13 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Honestly, Setsuko hardly recognised the winners, having kept to herself and her own machinations for the majority of the day. Mimicking the behemoth's reclining motion in her own seat, she turned her head to him and dropped the innocent joke: &quot;Oh, and here I thought we were bound to win.&quot; She followed up with an awkward -- but genuine, for once -- sort of chuckle. <span class="time">-12:14 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Her fingers felt numb as she hoisted herself up on stage and accepted the crown from Salvia, her eyes still wide with surprise. At least Jason hadn't shouted out a refusal yet! &quot;I'm glad that my advice could help you... but are you certain it's not cursed?&quot; she asked nervously, glancing at Jason. Was it too much to hope that they could one day be happy like Max and Salvia? <span class="time">-12:14 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran smiled and nodded. She then looked up at Zerion and began to smile a bit. &quot;Hey, Zerion?&quot; she nudged him a bit. &quot;Do you think you'll be here next year?&quot; <span class="time">-12:14 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Sorry about wanting to kill you earlier,&quot; Max told Jason quietly as the man came up to the stage. &quot;Now don't let the lady down. I've been stupid enough for today's events.&quot; <span class="time">-12:15 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He smiled down at her when she nudged him.&quot;Yes, I will definitely be here, Seran. Tonight was memorable. I look forward to seeing more like this, and you as well.&quot; He said softly. <span class="time">-12:16 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Obviously a joke, but it still landed a swift punch on the gentle giant's heart. His face flushed and he struggled as he tried to think of something neutral to reply back with. &quot;Next year for sure,&quot; he managed to say with a nod of his head. <span class="time">-12:17 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> The brown haired girl let a smile cross her lips. &quot;I'd like that as well, heh.~&quot; she said with a gentle nuzzle. Seran then looked back up at Zerion. &quot;I'll be looking forward to it!&quot; <span class="time">-12:18 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"> <font size=2>[Seran ]</font> <span class="time">-12:18 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> &quot;I'm surprised no one died from your stupidity,&quot; Jason replied to Max light-heartedly. He watched as Aisling was crowned. There was no way he could talk this away when it came to his cousin, but did this actually mean they had to be a couple? Did he want that? Yes. No. Flutes were easier. Dances were easier. Maybe if they were dancing all the time and he didn't have to think about it, he could go through with it. He offered his hand to Aisling and hoped no one noticed how nervous he was. <span class="time">-12:19 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He continued to smile and then kissed her lips gently for a moment, before breaking it and looking at her, placing a hand softly on her cheek. &quot;Let us part for now.&quot; <span class="time">-12:19 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"> <font size=2>[Seran looked over the time and realized that she, unfortunately had to go. &quot;Sorry Zerion...I need to leave now,&quot; she said with a sad face. She stood on her tiptoes and gave Zerion a nice kiss on the lips. She pulled away a little bit only to whisper. &quot;I'll see you later, hopefully,&quot;]</font> <span class="time">-12:19 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (Are we allowed to say who we are? oAo) <span class="time">-12:20 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #A40E7C;"><span class="username">Setsuko: </span> Next year? Would she be returning to this place next year? <i>...Well, it's possible, I suppose. I shouldn't spoil the moment, though.</i> &quot;You bet,&quot; she replied before returning her gaze to a more neutral position, contemplating the next day's plans by her lonesome. <span class="time">-12:20 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> (This was too much fun!=D) <span class="time">-12:20 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> (Good question...do we reveal ourselves now? XD) <span class="time">-12:20 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> ((Wait!)) <span class="time">-12:21 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> He wasn't sure just how hard he was holding her hand when he leaned in. They were expecting it, right? He didn't want it. No, of course not. It was for the crowds. Yes. Or so his mind reasoned. Still, he couldn't help the feeling happy when he leaned in and finally kissed Aisling. <span class="time">-12:21 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Seran nodded and nuzzled his hand. &quot;All right...&quot; She was reluctant to leave, but she finally gave Zerion a big hug and then let him go. <span class="time">-12:21 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> (Gotcha! =D) <span class="time">-12:21 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> It seems he didn't need to say anything. Her response was loud and clear. So was his happiness. Wrapping his arms around her, the kiss was returned. <span class="time">-12:22 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> He really didn't want to let her go as she hugged him. He was even sad that they had to part ways, but he knew that he would see her again soon enough. &quot;Then, this is goodbye for now, Seran.&quot; <span class="time">-12:22 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> No one was more surprised than Aisling when Jason leaned in to kiss her. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him back, her cheeks flushed bright red. When she pulled away, she was still slightly nervous. Did that mean he liked her too? &quot;I was going to make you a basket, but I was not good at it&quot; she murmured under her breath, reaching down to grab his hand in her own again. <span class="time">-12:23 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Salvia: </span> &quot;So everyone, thank you for attending this year's May Day Masquerade!&quot; Salvia waved to the crowd, then she was grabbing Max's hand. Kissing couples were so gross... She's much rather be doing something altogether! &quot;Lets go <i>home</i>, Max.&quot; <span class="time">-12:23 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Pushing up his mask a little, Vahe flashed a grin at Miss Honest and took her hand. &quot;Deal,&quot; he said, shaking the hand gently. How small her hand looked in comparison to his. <span class="time">-12:23 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> &quot;Yeah,&quot; Max agreed, tugging her close and giving her a wicked grin. &quot;Let's go home.&quot; <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CCFFFF; background-color: #0;"> <p class=ngm>THE END!!! <span class="time">-Max Lennox</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> (-applaud- BEST...CHAT RP...EVER.) <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Max Lennox: </span> ((OKAY, NOOOOW LET'S SEE WHO YOU ALL ARE!)) <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Zerion: </span> (That was great!) <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Max Lennox is now known as: Ozzie]</font> <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Max is Ozzie! <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"> <font size=2>[Zerion Tetsuri]</font> <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Jason: </span> (I hate you Ozzie, whoever you were) <span class="time">-12:24 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Baidof: </span> (Yay!) <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Zerion is now known as: Tetsuri]</font> <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Aisling Binne: </span> Darn, I was trying to call it first XD <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Oh hi Tetsuri its chiroko! :'D <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Setsuko is now known as: Azure]</font> <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> XD <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Aisling Binne is now known as: Kitti]</font> <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> That was fun. ^^ <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Salvia is now known as: Diana]</font> <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> So who am I? I wonder... <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Diana: </span> 8D <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Jayna is now known as: Layne]</font> <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Lol! Hey Chiro XD <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> DIANA! <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> I knew it was you! <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #AC82C0;"><span class="username">Diana: </span> YES. IT IS I! <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Jason is now known as: Shavynel]</font> <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Idk how but I thought it was you a few hours ago! xDD <span class="time">-12:25 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Kitti: </span> Diana was obvious~ That's why I was teasing Asmo about it earlier. <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #00688B;"><span class="username">Diana: </span> I think me and Ozzie were pretty obvious... XD <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Baidof is now known as: Cerulean]</font> <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Ozzie: </span> I totally called Tetsu! <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Chiro to change your name type this /name (then your name) <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> LOL <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Kitti: </span> I knew Tetsu, too. He appeared after I harassed him ;] <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Ozzie: </span> Diana and I were seriously obvious. XD <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #CC1100;"><span class="username">Seran: </span> Ahh xDD and ok! <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> How'd you know it was me, ozzie? XD <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Seran is now known as: Chirokochan]</font> <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Obvious who Max was. <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Lol@ Kitti <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Kitti: </span> I'm pretty sure LStorm was Floyd, too. I think. &gt;:| <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Layne: </span> XD Again?! Jeez.. <span class="time">-12:26 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> Who are you, Vahe? &gt;:I <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Layne: </span> I knew who Osso, Kitti and Tetsu were xD I had no idea who Baidof was @_@ <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #56A5EC;"><span class="username">Chirokochan: </span> I'm sad that I didn't recognize you Tetsuri. Cause your charrie reminded me of Urion a little bit. xD <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> I wonder, I wonderrr. <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Baidof= jinx? <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #00688B;"><span class="username">Diana: </span> Kitti was the only one I guessed. &gt;:[ <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Cerulean: </span> Muhahahahah <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Shavynel: </span> LStorm as Floyd makes sense <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Awww Chiro ^__^ <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Cerulean: </span> I am Baidof. <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Layne: </span> No, it was Ceru xD <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"> <font size=2>[Azure prods Vahe multiple times over.]</font> <span class="time">-12:27 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Kitti: </span> Aww, Diana guessed me? Pfuu. Really? =( <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Ozzie: </span> &gt;:[ *Bashes Vahe with a stick* <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Vahe: </span> Ouch D: <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1>[Vahe is now known as: Dawn]</font> <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Dawn: </span> *eats the stick* <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> :D! <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Ozzie: </span> D: Oh nooo, I'm sorry Dawn! <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> That was a lot of fun. xD;; <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Shavynel: </span> I didn't guess anyone. Yaaay~! <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #00688B;"><span class="username">Diana: </span> Yeah, Kitti always picks weird names. XD <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Shavynel: </span> Oh except Layne. <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> So, did you enjoy yourself, Chiro? <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Dawn: </span> *twirls Azure around* <span class="time">-12:28 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #D1E231;"><span class="username">Shavynel: </span> But that was just because of a lovely tip off. :D <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #56A5EC;"><span class="username">Chirokochan: </span> Heh x3 Yep .w.~ But yes...I am saving the logs when it comes out! xD <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Ozzie: </span> ...But hey we didn't end up macking on each other this time! 8D <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Kitti: </span> I must remember to pick more normal names &gt;_&gt;; <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"> <font size=2>[Azure dances half as awkwardly as her character.]</font> <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #008000;"><span class="username">Layne: </span> Next time I'm going to be a man so that none of you know me &gt;_&gt; xD <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #DE85B1;"><span class="username">Kitti: </span> Next time, I will be ... JANE. <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #32CD32;"><span class="username">Ozzie: </span> ANYWAY, TO CBOX WITH YOU ALL! <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Azure Edge from Blazblu? O_O <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Dawn: </span> I wasn't here long enough, Osso <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Ozzie</font> fled in terror.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:29 May 21))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Alright, Ozzie! =D <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> N-No, my name comes from something else. &gt;&lt;; <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> We would've won if you were here the whole time. *Flick.* =3= <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #EB5E66;"><span class="username">Dawn: </span> AWAAAYY! *dives out a window, cape swoosh and everything* <span class="time">-12:29 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"><span class="username">Tetsuri: </span> Oh! Sorry X.X <span class="time">-12:30 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #00688B;"><span class="username">Diana: </span> Weee! <span class="time">-12:30 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Diana</font> has logged out.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:30 May 21))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #56A5EC;"><span class="username">Chirokochan: </span> I actually have to go D: Its a school night tonight and week of finals is after monday...I'll see you guys later &lt;3 Loved the RP a lot! <span class="time">-12:30 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Dawn</font> melts away.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:30 May 21))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #1939ff;"><span class="username">Azure: </span> *Awkwardly follows suit?* <span class="time">-12:30 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Azure</font> is off to feed the plot bunnies.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:30 May 21))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #003F87;"> <font size=2>[Tetsuri disappears in an array of blue roses]</font> <span class="time">-12:30 May 21</span></div>
    <div style="color: #FFFFFF;"> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Tetsuri</font> has logged out.]</font> <span class="time">-((12:30 May 21))</span></div>
    <div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Cerulean: </span> Off I gooooooooo <span class="time">-12:30 May 21</span></div>