A Night With the Hellfire Club

[Magneto]

The Hellfire Club was a name quickly recognized by the wealthy and powerful socialites around the world, but only a handful actually knew of the groups true origins and intentions. To the average member, which by the way consisted of the super rich and very influential, the club was an elite socialites dream, where wild parties and secret meetings abound, but in truth, the Hellfire Club was a secret organization bent on world domination. Membership to this secret and very lucrative club was gained in two ways, either by simple inheritance due to one's family name or by personal invitation from one of the high ranking and high standing members, such as Sebastian Shaw or Emma Frost. These two seemed to be the center of the Hellfire Club and judging by who they associated with and by how much money they held, this assumption was accurate.

Now, the Hellfire Club was well known for it grand balls and costume parties, with Halloween being one of their more famous and more grand occasions. Every year the New York branch of the club, which Sebastian Shaw himself was in charge of, would throw a large costume ball, inviting all the wealth and class that this particular area of the States had to offer. Erik Lehnsherr, otherwise known as Magneto the mutant terrorist, was a wealthy man in his own right, despite having spent most of it along side of his then partner Charles Xavier in the construction of Xavier's school, was not your average candidate for the Hellfire Club, but due to his tremendous influence within the mutant community and due to other various dealings and run ins with the certain members of the Hellfire Club, he had been granted membership.

Magneto stood outside the large manor which the Hellfire Club was located in, dressed in the attire of the costumed character he chosen to represent at tonight's gala. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks, dress shoes, a white silk dress shirt and bow tie, complete with a black cape. Over his face was a partial white mask, completing his choice to come as, that's right you guessed it, Erik from Phantom of the Opera. The old man was always egotistical and a bit self indulged so why not come as a character who happened to share the same name and class as he himself did? Of course, Erik wasn't alone, the invitation was extended to whatever guests he wish to bring with him, more than likely the Club's way of looking over new prospective members. He had insisted on the rest of the Brotherhood accompanying him, and yes, even Wanda, seeing as how she would eventually become a member as she was his daughter.

The slight tapping of the cane he carried with him became a bit more rapid as he waited on the others, who had better chosen suitable costumes if they knew what was good for them. Erik had a good idea that the X-Men would probably be here as well, seeing as how one of the Worthington's was now a member of Charles' little broken band of do gooding misfits.

[Warren Worthington III]

Warren takes a deep breath as their limo pulls up in front of the Hellfire Club. For the last half hour he’s been oscillating between thinking this is a great idea, and thinking this is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, and is gradually coming to the conclusion that it’s probably a little of both.

His first instinct, when he’d received the invitation, was to set it on fire. Hereditary membership or not, he knew enough about the Club’s reputation to know he didn’t want any part of them… that’s why he’d gone to Xavier’s when he left his family in the first place, rather than coming here.

But ultimately he decided the party was too good an opportunity to pass up… too many movers and shakers would be there, too many chances to find out about and possibly influence policy, or at least maybe counter the more negative influences.

Of course, once Josh found out how dangerous it might be he’d insisted on coming along, and Bobby’d done the same, and before Warren knew it half the Institute was in costume. Well, he thinks, trying to stay positive, I guess here’s where we find out whether the Social Outing training we’ve been doing in the Danger Room does any good… not that anyone’s likely to drug the drinks here.

That much, at least, was a plus. The Hellfire Club jealously maintained its reputation as a neutral meeting ground. If you were invited, you were under their protection while on their property, no matter what. It’s how they managed to arrange events like this, inviting groups who would be at each other’s throats anywhere else. Violence was bad for business, after all, and the Club was nothing if not businesslike.

Which didn’t mean the situation wasn’t dangerous, of course. It just meant the dangers were more subtle.

With that pleasant thought in mind, he stepped out of the limo as the driver opened the door, and looked over his costume. He’d originally wanted to go as Icarus, but other than melted wax on his wings he couldn’t think of a costume for it. He’d considered actually going as an angel, but that nickname still made him twitch, and he wasn’t quite prepared to discard the advantages of anonymity.

He’d eventually settled on a rather elaborate “demon” costume… a blood-red, skin-tight body suit that resembled paint more than it did a garment, covered with fur in strategic places, left him looking like a bestial humanoid, and the cloven-hoofed boots, clawed gloves, horns and facepaint reinforced that impression. The real kicker was the black bat-wings wrapped around his actual wings – they were uncomfortably stiff, but it was better than the damned harness, and they looked just fake enough to conceal the most obvious signs of his identity.

"OK, folks, " he calls to the gang assembled in the limo. "We’re here." He shows his invitation to the staff at the front door, and the crowd is invited in graciously.

[Bobby Drake]

> "OK, folks, we’re here."

Bobby hops out of the limo. The ride had been a blast… he’d spent most of it playing with the gadgets in the passenger compartment… but he’s really looking forward to the party itself. Sure, he knows it’s a serious thing, and Warren had suggested he might have an opportunity to network with some important people who’d come in handy later, and all of that’s great, but mostly it’s his first high-society party and he’s intending to enjoy it.

It doesn’t quite occur to him until he follows Warren inside that a costume party isn’t the easiest place in the world to network – he has no idea who anyone is. Not that he’d probably recognize many of them anyway. Most are dressed as literary or dramatic characters – he recognizes the Phantom of the Opera, for example – and Bobby feels a little goofy in his Batman costume.

He’d originally intended to come as Superman, but the shop was out of Superman costumes in his size. Besides, the Batman costume has a mask, which is cool. And this year he actually has the build to pull it off… all the time he’s been spending in the gym and the Danger Room is paying off benefits, most of which he is not going to think about around Josh, but not looking ridiculous in Spandex is definitely one of them.

Anyway, the buffet smells better than anything he’s eaten in, quite possibly, his entire life, and he makes his way toward the table with relish.

[Rogue]

_{((Roguey's costume/dress. Includes gloves, and sans the necklace. I couldn't stand the head on the thing, so...you get to see a halfhearted attempt at a face I threw together...mahahaa..!))}

OK, folks, we’re here.

It wasn't that long of a ride, yet it was still long enough that Rogue was antsy. She'd made sure there was enough space between herself and anyone else, even though the costume she'd chosen covered most of her skin.

She was a vampire - fittingly, really, she mused, tucking a strand of white bangs behind one ear. Her hair was pulled up into some sort of intricate updo, leaving her bangs out and falling in her face every few moments. The small fangs affixed to her eyeteeth were only really obvious if she smiled, and - luckilly - gave no speech impediment, as she'd feared they would.

Her mask is only a small one, the kind of mask that doesn't really cover much but the area around the eyes. It's black, with some sort of lace around the edes, picked up as a last minute addition from a costume shop. She figured there was no reason to really mask herself - it wasn't like she was that well-known, anyway, and anyone who did know her to begin with would likely recognize the hair-stripes in the first place.

Following the others inside, she eyes some of the people standing about outside absently. Once within the large ballroom, she takes a moment to look around. She feels decidedly out of place, here, even though her fancy attire may look like it belonged her. Beneath, she's still the girl from a tiny town in Mississippi. Hell, she didn't think her house was even as big as this room alone was...

Batman!Bobby's already running off to the buffet. There's cake there - chocolate cake. She figures she'll definetly get some of that later, because there's no way she's going to go without trying the "five-star" desserts. She can work off the extra sugar and fat in no time, she knows, so there's no reason to bother worrying on it.

Now, though, she's still a little disoriented, and still feeling like she doesn't belong here. She absently drifts towards the center of the room a little more, just sort of looking around. Not touching anything, because with her luck, she'd break something that was a few million dollars, and get Warren in trouble.

(Question: This before or after the Congress mission?)

[Pyro]

[After, I think. The only thing that’s not before this thread so far is the Mags/Pyro Bob-talk. Everything prior to Bobknap comes before]

The Hellfire Club... sheesh, what sort of stupid name is that anyway?

Okay, so it sounds sort of cool if you don’t look too closely (which he, of course, has no intention of doing anyway), but probably is just one of these *adult* things, where the great and good can get together and pretend to be gloriously debauched and devilish; a little pseudo-occultist-gobbledygook, a little rampant sensuality and badabing, instant bohemian gaucheness. Tres avant-garde… and tres stupid.

Halloween, of course, is usually one of the better holidays, given how devoid it is of the usual cloying saccharine sentimentality. But when people Magneto’s age start to take it this seriously? Sad. Tragically so.

Needless to say, Pyro is feeling more than a little out of his depth here (hence the constant mental sniping, though of course he’ll never admit that is anything other than commentary). Magneto had made clear that this was more than just a social, and that makes him uneasy, this idea that there was something else going on… not that he’s not used to that, of course, because everyone has a hidden agenda even if they themselves are unaware of exactly what that is. The problem comes when he can’t figure out that agenda either. Why, for example, have those in charge deemed it necessary to invite both the Brotherhood and the X-Men?

… okay, there’s the real issue. And that’s all the recognition said issue is going to get, because obviously he’s not going to think about any of that now. Nope.

Back to the trivialities of the night itself. This, of course, is a costume party, and tempting though it was to claim he was going as himself, or something, Magneto’s also made it more than clear exactly how many ways he’s prepared to hurt anyone who doesn’t tow the party line tonight. All things considered, he’s pretty proud of his get up – trench coat, fedora… and streetwise, world weary attitude, check – because the whole Noir PI thing is simultaneously clever and effortless, and pulling the brim low over a drawn up collar lends both anonymity and inapproachability. Skulking on the sidelines is totally in character, of course… There's a buffet, which looks pretty promising, and free drink, so maybe the night isn't a total loss just yet.

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

There were quite a few people crushed into the limousine, so it was refreshing to step out into the crisp October air.

Josh is dressed as Indiana Jones, complete with fedora, whip, and fake pistol. He adjusts his hat and quickly follows Warren up the staircase.

Warren had been rather indecisive about whether they were coming to the party or not, and he’d had to reassure him last-minute that it was a good opportunity to network in his campaign for mutant rights. Hopefully this is going to go better than the rave, he thinks, remembering the situation with Riley. On the other hand… The rave was extremely difficult to top in other ways. A rather goofy grin slides onto his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a look of wonder.

The mansion hosting the party puts the Xavier Institute to shame. Besides that, there are countless important-looking people standing around, making small talk. Fortunately for them, the fact that everyone was dressed ridiculously made things a little less formal.

"Wow." After the group makes their entrance, Josh stands nearby Rogue and Warren, unsure as to whether the latter will be leaving to mingle right away. Bobby, thinking with his stomach, charges off to the banquet tables. He inclines his head slightly, sending a mental inquiry to Warr.


[OOC - i'd say after. Which means you can start throwing people around if necessary. :) Also means that Josh and Rogue are members of the X-Men, in case that comes up. Which it could. Oops. Forgot the spoilerspace. ]

[Robin Wesley]

Standing awkwardly in the front hall of the Hellfire Club mansion, Robin realizes instantly that she is not going to fit in. While mingling wasn't her favorite pasttime, she could pull it off, and the glamour of the entire event doesn't phase her in the least. No, the problem is that Robin decided she was going as a pumpkin.

She is a giant orange sphere in a room of clever costumes, most decidedly expensive looking. For a more natural look, she even brought some real pumpkin vine to entwine around her legs and arms, carefully maintained by the dirt hidden in the bottom of the giant pumpkin surrounding her.

Tonight is going to be a disaster. The ride over was already a disaster, as she could barely climb into the limo and had spent the humiliating ride by practically crawling inside the pumpkin body. Why, she wonders, was I not smart enough to pick a better costume?

She had been looking forward to the desserts and drinks, but now it is obvious that she's not going to be able to reach the food. Her arms didn't reach much further than her pumpkin body, making food-getting a difficult task.

"You look hungry," comes a voice from behind her. Robin turns as quickly as she is able, and there stands a tall blonde woman, dressed in a gorgeous white evening gown. Far more importantly, she is holding out a plate full of delicious snack meats and crackers. Robin takes the whole plate.

"Thank you," Robin half babbles out. The woman smiles and shakes her head.

"I simply can't have one of our guests looking so famished. You must be one of the students at the Institute, correct?" she continues, giving Robin a rather dazzling smile. Robin finds herself smiling back. This woman is so nice.

"Yeah, I am. Robin," she answers. The woman gives that dazzling smile again.

"Well, if you need anything more tonight, don't hesitate to ask. My name is Emma Frost, so just call if you need me. It was wonderful to meet you, Ms Wesley," she says, turning to engage some more guests in her delightful conversations.

Once she is out of sight, Robin blinks, suddenly realizing she never told Ms. Frost her last name. But the thought is gone, and Robin munches on her food, watching the costumes go by.

[Magneto]

Erik entered just as the small band of junior would be X-Men, taking his place at the bottom of a large staircase, choosing to blend in with the other party goers. Tonight wasn't a night to stand out, instead it was a night to see just what the Hellfire Club was up to in these parts and if the old members still stood, as the hierarchy of the club was always in danger and always being challenged. Magneto himself had toyed with the idea of entering into the foray of the Hellfire politics, but decided that global economic domination just wasn't his cup of tea.

Pyro's choice of costume was odd, but chosen tactfully and quite well. The theme seemed to fit the boy and the rugged worn look her was wearing seemed to fit altogether nicely. Of course, Pyro wasn't the youngest guest here, there were others around his age but most of them still seemed to be politically and socially out of the boy's league, but that was fine as Pyro's strengths lay in other areas. Magneto had been grooming the boy for some time now and he would continue to until it was time for the boy to take his position as one of the leaders of the growing Brotherhood.

As Magneto looked around, he caught site of a small group of younger participants entering, their costumes more than lacking, but as Erik was about to blow them off and their childish behavior, he smiled, noticing the young woman in the midst of the boys. Her face was not visible, but the white streaks in her hair was all that Erik needed to put it all together. The boy with the winged costume also sent up a red flag and Magneto began to wonder just how fake those wings of his really were.

[Wanda Maximoff]

In retrospect, Wanda realizes she was probably expected to enter with Magnus’ party, or at least refer to his invitation in some fashion. She probably would have, if the guards at the front door hadn’t been too distracted by an attempted gatecrasher to challenge her as she entered. Well, it hardly matters… the important point is that she’s here.

Though she’s not entirely sure why Magnus invited her in the first place, or what exactly she’s been invited to. Magnus’ invitation was vague that way… just an address and the instruction to “dress appropriately for the occasion.” Once she looks around she realizes “the occasion” is some sort of masquerade party. How she was expected to know that she’s uncertain, although now that she thinks about it she has seen rather a lot of costumes the last few days, associated with some event called “Holloween.”

In any case, it doesn’t matter… her normal clothing seems seems to fit in well enough. In fact, she spots a woman dressed rather similarly, a blond in white leather talking to a young girl dressed as… a pumpkin? Odd. She looks again at the blond, intrigued. The way she carries food and greets the guests make her seem like a servant, except she radiates an aura of power. Wanda can’t tell exactly what that power is, but it’s formidable, and she takes a moment to whisper a spell of protection.

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((OOC: Emma in action))
Emma turns her mental attention from Robin’s mind, which she makes a note to explore in more depth at a later time… an odd combination of open and inaccessible, like nothing she’s ever perceived before… and continues scanning the crowd for interesting minds, while making meaningless small-talk to guests.

“Of course, Mr. Stark… have your accounting office call ours in the morning to set up an appointment. But please, this is a social gathering… let’s keep the business talk to a minimum, shall we?”

Mm. Phantom of the Opera over there is fascinating… I can barely touch his mind. A remarkable set of instinctive shields… very strong will. Probably Magneto, then. Which makes the neurotic little boy in the Sam Spade get-up John Allerdyce. Good, good… I was hoping they would accept. Bringing them over to the Hellfire Club’s way of thinking would be a coup…

“Hello, Senator Wensleydale! I’m so glad you could join us after that unpleasant affair in Tennessee… I’m glad our lawyers could help you clear that up.” It’s hardly worth touching that man’s mind; his dossier is quite enough. The Hellfire Club got the evidence against him suppressed, he’s their creature now. She continues to roam with her mind.

The group of youngsters by the door intrigues her, though… part of Ms. Wesley’s group from the Institute, it seems. Young Worthington’s mind has almost no defenses at all, quite remarkable… as if he’s been practicing being open to telepathy. Tsk, tsk… without Charles to train them they don’t know what they’re doing, do they? And he does have the right attitude, mostly… more about wealth and political power than superpowered adolescent antics. We can use him. And… what’s this? Now that’s inter- she pulls her mind back quickly, instinctively, before she quite approaches the strange construct in his mind. Only a moment afterwards does she recognize it as a primitive mental link, to the boy in the cowboy hat (or whatever that costume is supposed to be).

Oh-ho! They do have a telepath here! But a moment’s careful scanning makes it clear that the boy, though not without potential, is untrained and for the moment no serious threat. He can probably detect Emma’s unassisted tampering, but with the Augmenter her influence would be imperceptible even to his mind. And, who knows? If she can win over the younger Worthington the way she did his father, perhaps the other boy will come with him. The Hellfire Club can always use more telepaths, as long as they know their place.

Excellent, she thinks. The plan can move forward. She checks on Leland and Sebastian’s locations, and sends a mental message to Jason to start warming up the Augmenter once she’s certain they won’t interfere. Sebastian, in particular, would be categorically opposed to risking the Hellfire Club’s safe-haven policy with her intended intrusions… nonsense, of course. She doesn’t intend to harm anyone, and nobody will even know it happened. She’s just going to alter their opinions a little, bring them more into line with the Club’s. Which is, after all, the point of hosting these little events, isn’t it?

[Ororo Munroe]

Ororo strides into the Hellfire Club, glancing around as she goes.

When Warren and Josh had been planning on going, she had not been overly concerned. Warren helped iron out Josh's impulsive side, and it was known to her that the Hellfire Club did not allow its guests to come to harm. However, when it became a bit of a field trip, she had felt obligated to come along herself, if only for appearances.

But that didn't mean that she had to look ridiculous while doing it. She was wearing a glittering, off-the-shoulder number that she'd been holding in reserve for the next political function she'd need to attend.

With a nod to Josh, Warren, and Rogue, she stands for a moment, surveying the crowd.

Ah, Emma. She should have known that Emma Frost would not miss a chance to manipulate others. Charles had warned her of the woman's telepathic potential. As she continues scanning, a woman dressed in what appears to be a single-piece swimsuit, complete with accessories, catches her eye. What in Gaia is she supposed to be? It must be some movie or comic character.

Fortunately, at this point, Ororo sees one of Charles' colleagues and makes her way over to talk. As she takes her leave of the trio, she whispers, "If I have to carry any of you out of here when we leave, training on Monday will consist of an Alcatraz simulation. Without powers."

[rileyfletcher]

While hanging around the mansion, Riley had heard Warren saying that he was inviting everyone at the mansion,(or half of the mansion) to come with him to this Halloween party. Riley had over heard it at the Brotherhood hide out as well. She hadn't been there much, only once or twice, but she thought it would be a good idea to go to the party.

Instead of going along with Warren and the others in the limo, she decided to fly there, since there wasn't a lot of room. Riley landed further away from the club and walked the rest of the way. Once she was standing outside of the club, Riley noticed that everyone from the Instute had just gone inside. Riley went upto the guard and told him that she was with Warren and he allowed her in, since he thought she had just came out of the limo.

When Riley entered, she didn't feel so much out of place. Everyone was dressed up in different costums. For this event Riley decided to dress up as an Angel. She left her hair down and curly, and she even decided to wear a white mask that she tied up under her hair. Soon Riley noticed the rest of the people from the school looking around the place. She had to admit, it was amazing and huge, but she could tell if they continued to look around like this, then they would be known who they were.

Taking a few more steps inside, Riley soon caught a site of a man dresses in the Phantom of the Opera. She looked at him a bit, only seeing the mask side, but she soon saw the rest of his face and knew it was Magneto. Riley decided not to go up to him and talk to him, incase the others noticed who he was and if they even remembered her outfit. Riley also wondered if he would reconize her or not, but she thought it would be a good idea to soon start mingling with everyone else.

[Wanda Maximoff]

The white-haired black woman catches Wanda’s attention, in part because of her lack of costume, in part because of the way she carries herself, but primarily because John had mentioned such a description in one of their “interrogation sessions,” and it seemed an unusual combination. (It was convenient that his endurance was improving… someday soon she hoped to get ten answers out of him. Although that last session, the night Magnus had destroyed the electrical system, had ended startlingly quickly.)

As Wanda recalls, John described the woman as a weather-witch, and a member of the Leather Emporium, a group of Magnus’ rivals she’s decided to become acquainted with. Fortunately they are both present here, so she takes the opportunity to introduce herself.

"You must be Ororo," she smiles as she extends a hand in the local greeting ritual. "A pleasure to meet you, finally. I am Wanda. We have an acquaintance in common, I believe… a young man named John? He described you and your organization in such… colorful… terms I could not resist the urge to meet you in person. Are you enjoying this… gathering?" She waves a gloved hand vaguely to indicate the room, the building, quite possibly the borough of Manhattan, all of which are about equally alien to her at this point.

[Ororo Munroe]

"Why thank you, Senator. It's a pleasure to hear someone speak about our school with such glowing terms." Ororo makes sure to add that extra bit of enthusiasm to her voice as the man takes his leave of her.

Charles would have done better, she thinks dismally. She's not an orator. She's an educator, a freedom fighter. Those two are linked in her mind, somehow. Perhaps for some it wouldn't make much sense. But he's gone, now. And there's no one else to play the game now.

Interestingly, the woman in the red swimsuit is approaching. In a cape. And fishnet stockings. If only I were that bold. She eyes the woman over her martini.

> "A pleasure to meet you, finally. I am Wanda. We have an acquaintance in common, I believe… a young man named John?

Storm suppresses her gag reflex at this, nearly inhaling an olive. John? As in Johnny Allerdyce? Was this woman associated with the Brotherhood? Funny. She let off a general air of cluelessness, and the Brotherhood seemed to go for much more malvolent types. Maybe Erik was diversifying. Her eyes glance over the woman's shoulder, half expecting to see that idiotic helmet bobbing in the crowd.

> He described you and your organization in such… colorful… terms I could not resist the urge to meet you in person. Are you enjoying this… gathering?"

Sloppy, Ororo. She mentally composes herself, and reaches out to clasp Wanda's gloved hand. "Ororo Munroe. Not particularly, in fact. I find the proceedings rather forced for my taste. I help run Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and some of my students are here - I felt it necessary to chaperone them." She takes a sip of her drink and motions in the direction of a group of them.

"I would be greatly interested in hearing what Johnny has mentioned about our operations." She inclines her head in the direction of Wanda's feet. "Incidentally, your boots are enchanting." It was true. She'd been looking for a new pair to go with her uniform, but frankly the Westchester Mall's selection was lacking.

[Wanda Maximoff]

> " Not particularly, in fact. I find the proceedings rather forced for my taste. "

Wanda nods pleasantly. "Yes, I’d noticed your garments don’t exactly fit in with the rest of the attendees." She shrugs delicately with a free hand. "Had I known the nature of the event I would have dressed more appropriately, but no matter. I’d inferred from…" she pauses a moment, uncertain of which name to use, ultimately deciding to use the one John seemed to prefer, "…Eric that this was an important event of some sort, and there certainly does seem to be rather a gathering of power, but I must admit, I’m not entirely certain what the purpose of this gathering is…? "

> " I would be greatly interested in hearing what Johnny has mentioned about our operations. "

She laughs lightly, reaching behind her to pick a glass of champagne off a tray as its bearer walks by. " Nothing too scandalous, I assure you. I gather he was previously part of your organization before changing his affiliations, yes? He holds some bitterness still over the events that precipitated the change of state. The details, I must admit, did not seem terribly interesting, but his descriptions of you and your colleagues were fascinating. Do you truly command the weather?"

> " Incidentally, your boots are enchanting. "

Wanda looks down at her boots, surprised… she’d picked them up at a yard sale on her way to find Magnus, some weeks previously. "Thank you! Would you like them?"

[Sherridan Kaine]

Hellfire Club.

A prestigious name, known by many "nobles", but the shadows under it remain hidden to all but the few. Sherridan is one of them. Of course, he doesn't know all that much about the society, since his father had declined an invitation to join as a member, but the son still frequently visits it. Many of its members are Sherridan's "close" friends. Of course, this was all relative in the world of economy and politics, especially the term "friend".

Lately, he has been appearing at the place with more and more frequency, ever since an invitation to join has been extended to him thanks to the generosity of those at the top. After all, becoming familiar with one's battlefield was a major advantage. And the cat man definitely intended to fight for a high ranking, his very nature demanding it from him.

And now here he is, at the Halloween party, socializing with old "friends" and new "partners". He is wearing black 17-18 hundreds type clothes, ominous in their nature, hinting already what his chosen personality is. Two false fangs (false in their social purpose, so therefore very real, for it is easy to just extend two of his many feline fangs) are visible when he talks, and his smooth face (made so by a dreadful previous night) is slightly pale, his golden blond hair fashioned so that it fits his character. Thankful for not having assumed a personality that goes around saying idiocies such as "blah", Sherridan has satisfied himself with the look of Lestat.

The cat man, however, comes to a surprise as he spots two groups of people. First, his acute hearing allows him to recognize a few voices he has remembered from earlier, at the mall. So, the benefactors of the world are here...charming... he thinks, but stops in the middle of some suitable insult as he recognizes the other group. Of course, the posture of that boy is much more than an obvious signature, as well as that of the older man. What confirms all this is Wanda. Plain Wanda, not dressed in a costume, if you didn't count her usual attire, just puts a definite period on who the others might be.

"Excuse, gentlemen, I have something to attend to." he says to the three men who have been taking turns in trying to swindle the others into giving up on some insignificant peace of land in the middle of nowhere.

With steady, confident steps, Sherridan walks over to his "boss" (yes, it is still hard to think of the man as one), and nods politely. "I see that this evening is going to be very interesting indeed. I didn't expect to see any of you here, although, now that I think of it a bit more thoroughly, it is purely logical." he says, not really starting a real conversation as much as just making sure that both were aware of the other's presence.