There's gotta be a first for everything. Attending a wedding, for example.
Well, scratch that. Both Maya and Gawain had crashed a bunch of weddings during their career as runaway mutants. See, it's the perfect setting. Tons of mirrors, doors wide open, free food, fancy drinks, crowds of cheerful people, and no one ever notices an extra kid or two. And if they do, you can always get away with 'I'm Mary's daughter/son, nice to meet you ma'am', and a sweet kid's smile.
But for attending a wedding under your own name, with an actual invitation: yup, that was definitely a first.

Of course they had to get married (again) on a Gawain-day. Duh.
He just had to hope things like getting married would take Ghost-Maya's mind off things like a teenage gender shifter in the crowd.
She did look gorgeous in her dress, by the way. Gawain smirked, remembering the adventures of dress- and shoe-hunting Maya and Maya had together.

By the time he arrived, the ceremony was already under way. There were a couple of reasons of him being late: one, he had to conjure up an outfit that didn't look like something the cat dragged in. He settled for white shirt and black pants, and the fact that he would sooner commit suicide than put on a tie. He did his best up to that point though. Mom would have been proud.

The other reason for being late was he had to find his way into the School again. He arrived via the mirrors and spent helluva lot of time looking for the Danger Room. He could have walked in, with the invitation and all... but where would be the fun in that?
And then, when he finally found the place, he stopped in his tracks and stared. What the heck. If this setting was artificial, these guys were cooler than he'd ever thought.
Lingering in the back, he couldn't help but stare at how many people had shown up for the wedding. Man, was Ghost-Maya popular. Her husband looked like a decent guy too. Gawain had to admit that.
Were all these people mutants? The runaway tilted his head as he skimmed the crowd. They looked surprisingly normal, all-in-all. And friendly. He wondered if Twyla would show up. Awkwardness aside, at least he knew her. All the other faces were new. So far. He could see a lot of girls, and he was sure he wouldn't be alone for long, but...
Besides, he was already feeling awkward, being invited to a wedding for real.

Gawain sighed, and looked around. A drink would be nice.

((ooc: Posting for both Calley and Slate, since they’re both mine.))

It was just like old times. Old, uncomfortable times.

The hell, Slate. Do we know everyone here?

It seems that way.

Yeah. It did. So, there was Ghost—the bride, and the First Retainer to a housecat. She was Calley’s. She also had once unclothed Slate.

...

It was only my pants.

...

She required them.

Yeah. Well, don’t tell the groom that: because apparently, the groom worked for Slate. Calley just knew him as That Unicorn Guy from the park. And look, there was Circe. Calley didn’t really know her, but Slate did: she was another employee of his.

How many people here work for you? Seriously.

Not many. Or rather, not that many. ...Which is to say, I did not have a full chance to see who was here, before the ceremony began.[/color]

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There was Cold Steel. He worked for Slate, too. Though he didn’t receive a paycheck: he just came when Slate called, with his tail wagging and battle collar on. And there was the cop brigade—

Wait. We don’t know them, do we?

Not yet.

I’m sure they’d appreciate that ‘yet’.

Cop brigade aside, there was Kitra (hide hide hide look forward don’t make eye contact hide), and Cafas—he’d once licked melted butter off of Calley’s naked man body. With his groping, groping fingers.

That’s... a unique way to interact with someone.

That’s a unique way to put it.

Isabel, of course. Enough said.

If she stabs me, it is your fault.

And I will thank you for covering for me while I run. You’re a good, good brother.

Yeah. ‘Brother’ was a unique way to put it, too.

To cut the round-up short: between them, they knew just about everyone here. And just about everyone here knew at least one of them. Quite a few of those people might be a little unnerved to see two Calleys, though. (Or two Slates, for that matter.)

Calley had actually found himself a suit for today: a traditional black one, with a blue shirt under. And a tie—a black one, with dark blue stripes. It was his First Retainer’s big day. He was by no means going to ruin that. (Even if he didn’t really know the groom.) He’d even combed his brown hair. And, when that had failed miserably, he’d taken gel to the sucker and made it behave itself. Just for one day.

Slate had, of course, worn a suit for today. After extensive research on ‘weddings’, and interviews among the Mondragon Labs staff, he had come to the conclusion that this was appropriate attire. Sebastian was an important friend and mentor: he did not want to disappoint him. His suit was a traditional black. His undershirt was blue. He was not certain of whether a tie was necessary, but had chosen to error on the safe side: he had selected a black one, with dark blue stripes. His hair, despite repeated combings, had failed to show effect: thus, he had been forced to resort to coarser methods. Gel. It felt... itchy, as his hair tried to work its way free. His self-control being strong, he refused to touch it.

You know you want to.

...

Just a little itch.

...

Com’on. Scritch scritch scritch—

Do be quiet.

Slate had wished to arrive early, so as not to be late. Calley had wished to arrive early, so as to ensure that Ghosty saw him: he was being a beneficent master, and attending her wedding (even though he had forgotten to RSVP to the invitation). As he had arrived at the Mansion, he’d had a wonderful moment of confusion—did they always have that mirror there, on the lawn?

“Hello, Calley.” Slate had said, sounding precisely as enthusiastic as Calley felt. They had walked in together. They had sat together. Neither of them quite knew why. They hadn’t spoken in months.

...You still suck.

I did not miss you, either.

The ceremony was beautiful (Slate confirmed this with Calley: yes, by wedding standards, it was beautiful). Ghost’s dress was odd and made Ghost look more like a woman than a Ghost. Her Master was not sure how he felt about this. It was pretty. But Ghost was pretty. Did Ghost not think that Ghost-Ghost was pretty enough for her own wedding day? Did she have to be Dress-Ghost?

He resolved to get cat hair on it, later.

As the reception started, the ‘twins’ stood. Calley started walking towards the buffet as—

Slate started walking towards the—

Yeeeeah on second thought, Calley stayed by the seats. He didn’t mind milling. Milling was... great.

Slate walked towards the buffet. He would like to speak with Sebastian and his new wife, of course. But that was back in the direction of Calley. Yes. He would... wait until later, and simply get food now. Food was... great.

It was quite odd to get an invitation to a wedding from someone you hardly knew. The entire thing seemed sort of odd for the wolf girls taste. She knew ghost only from some of the meetings as well a stray mission or two otherwise the girl was a complete stranger to her. Hell she didn’t even know her husband to be or most likely half the guests at the damn wedding. However, the wolf girl did believe in keeping her appointments as well as the belief that true love did exist. Even though it was hard for her to believe in love as of late, she didn’t mind going somewhere to support it, besides at weddings there was food, lots of food. Emerald had never been picky with food, in fact she loved nearly all food, so the thought of a bunch of exquisitely cooked food as a reward for being with a bunch of people she didn’t know was the best reward she could ask for.

Problem was the young woman wasn’t exactly keen on wearing a dress no matter what the circumstances. A skirt was even uncomfortable for her. Em never exactly viewed herself as the most beautiful woman in the world and in truth she never really fit in to the society’s stereotype of beauty. She was a tall, muscular young woman with angular features that set her out from others even in the mutant world. So when she went to the boutique she was a little bit hesitant at first.

The sales woman had suggested all kinds of dresses that would fit her Athletic body but Emerald just didn’t feel comfortable with any of them. That was when the sales woman suggested an outfit that far more suited Em’s taste and she even told her that she could wear her denim jacket with it and it wouldn’t clash. The woman said the word clash like it was by far the most terrifying thing in the world. Emerald had gazed at her blankly as she rung up her clothes as she talked of the horrors of clashing and walked out of the shop without a word.

Now, the wolf woman sat in the danger room watching the ceremony, doing all of the things a normal patron at a wedding would do. She made it a point to sit near the back though when the ceremony began primarily due to the fact she didn’t know if any of the X men still liked her anymore. She hadn’t exactly been around that much and had been taking care of her own thing. Though, she couldn’t let this stop her from enjoying herself, besides her mother and baby sister would ask about it and she would feel bad lying to them about the good time she really didn’t have.

Emerald did have to admit the ceremony was beautiful, thoughts of love flittered through her head like a teasing dream, making her let out a sigh as the world changed around them. While she did believe in love for others she just couldn’t see it for herself. She couldn’t see herself having anything like this at least not the way her world was now. For now, she would stick to being the lone vigilante fighting for truth and justice. This is what she was really fighting for, a better world for wonderful people like the couple that she was here to support.

As the reception programmed itself into existence Emerald made a point to make a b line over to the food, her stomach rumbling loudly. The denim jacket clad teen’s tail wagged back and forth eagerly as she took her full plate to a table were no one else sat. She saw the deer frolicking and glared at it, wanting to make sure that the hologram deer stayed away from her, just in case if she got too hungry. Em began to munch on her food happily, making sure she wasn’t devouring it too fast so she didn’t embarrass herself, it was a wedding she had to have some form of self restraint.

Besides, she had a feeling this wedding would be fun and the last thing she would want was to be kicked out.

Kitra's jaw had nearly dropped to the floor on sight of perfectly matching twins. Shaking her head in disbelief she waved at who she was pretty sure was Calley that was milling up by the seats and smiled and walking a few paces to met up with who she was sure was Slate. Slate just had the air of authority around him. Kitra also sincerly hoped she wasn't wrong. She smiled as she approached him, "Hi Slate, I;m hoping since this isn't a business setting that I'm not rubbing wrong on formalities. How are you doing?" Kitra's smile didn't leave her face, there really was no reason for it too. Today was a lovely day and an exquisite wedding had taken place, now for the reception to be just as awesome. Kitra's gaze wandered for a moment away from Slate and took in a few other guests as they went for the food, the food that looked spectucalur.

It had been about six months since Dom had arrived at the mansion . He could clearly remember that first nerve wracking day when he entered though the gates and he bumped into the bride standing at the altar right now. Ghost was the first person he met and the first who made him feel welcomed at this institute when he had no where else to go. Even though she turned him into a slave, er, employee at Full Circle (though its the least he could have done after that whole incident he caused at the opening) she had earned a special spot in his heart as a dear friend. So there he was giving his full support to one of his closest friends...even if she was marrying someone kind of old. He'd keep his mouth shut though. This would have to be a Dom-asterous free day.

After the wedding was finished, Dom stood up adjusting his shirt and tie. A lot of tuxes were being worn which was expected at a wedding, but Dom decided to go with a more casual outfit of a navy blue dress shirt, the first two buttons undone, khaki dress pants, black dress shoes and a khaki tie around his neck. "Good wedding. Short and sweet." he said walking over next to Alexandra, Sam and Shawn, giving a nod to each of them. "You're looking lovely as always, Alex. Care to break away from Jack Frost for a second and grab a bite to eat with me?" he asked of course, he looked over as a group of police officers approached his brother. Dom raised an eyebrow at them. Was this wedding about to end up on Cops? Well, maybe he was over thinking the situation just a little, but this had indeed caught his attention. "After this. I want to see if Sam is going to the slammer or not..." he whispered back to Alex and snickered.

The whole Mansion had been in a buzz for days. Lily heard people talk about 'the wedding', but since she didn't know either the bride or the groom, she figured she didn't have much to do with the whole event. She was genuinely surprised to receive an invitation. And she was secretly happy too. In the past few months, the Mansion became her home and her new (rather extended) family. She was glad something huge and fun was about to happen. And weddings were always cheerful and beautiful and romantic too. She liked that.
With her undeniable routine at attending social events, she knew there was only one rule that stood above all the rest: do not overdress the bride. Even with the wardrobe of a true Lafayette girl, that thing proved hard to achieve. After some thinking, Lily chose a plain dress - and when she arrived to the Danger Room, she realized it was useless to worry. The bride (Ghost, was it?) looked stunning.
The whole place did, to tell the truth - Lily smirked, thinking about all the different settings the place could conjure up. This one looked real, and very pleasant, and it was crowded with cheerful people. The couple looked happy and very much in love, and Lily allowed herself the luxury of admiring the romance. She cheered with the others when the newlyweds kissed.
Some faces were familiar, and some people she knew quite well. She smiled at her teammates, and looked around the crowd; to her greatest surprise, she noticed Slate, and another... Slate? Jewel blinked, rather confused, then shook her head, thinking about mutant abilities and all that. She'll figure it out later on.
For now, the reception was under way, and it was time to enjoy the party.

Meld felt more than a little unfomfortable as she stood observing the wedding. She wore a long, elegent, black dress, carefully modified to accomidate her tail. On her hands she wore long, black, soft leather gloves. They weren't enough to be of much protection from her claws if it came down to it, but it did a decent job of hiding them and for Ghost she was willing to try and fit in for once. She wouldn't even be here if not for Ghost and the kindness and understanding the other woman had showed Meld, didn't know exactly where she would be. Regardless, she felt it only proper that she should come and see her...friend was perhaps not quite the right word, not yet, but her close acquantance then. Perhaps one day she might be considered a friend. Perhaps.

Meld smiled in genuine happiness as Ghost and Sebastian exchanged vows. She didn't know the groom but to see someone who she had more than a little regard for finding love and companionship in another was almost as good as finding it for herself. Because she knew that she would never be able to find it for herself and at times such as these she was almost accepting of that fact.

It seemed to Meld that the bride and groom had many people who must feel similarly, judging by the amount of guests present. There were strangers and those familiar to Meld both interacting freely with one another. Some she remembered from the KP brawl and others she had seen about the Mansion since her brief time there. Most disturbing was her sight of Isabel, however and she hoped the other woman would not take this opportunity to take things out on her for her "traitorous" abandoning of The Order. Because, of course, Isabel had no idea that Meld had not abandoned The Order at all, but was here to gain allies for the mutant cause and, indirectly, for The Order as well. It seemed likely that they would have some sort of confrontation one day, the two of them, but now was not the time and she hoped the bonemancer would agree.

And Isabel was, unfortunately, not the only potential enemy that Meld saw. She and Jewel had also had an encounter in the past that involved blood and violence and the two of them being on opposite sides. Though Meld was fairly certain nothing would come of that hostility just now since both of them currently resided in The Mansion and nothing had of yet erupted between them. Perhaps the other woman had forgiven her, in some manner, for her rush to violence against the anti-mutant bigot that had been her target. Or perhaps she had even been swayed closer to Meld's way of thinking. Somehow she thought not though.

After some time of standing unfomfortably in a corner, Meld eventually decided to walk up to Alchemist. He was not precisely a friend but they had had friendly encounters in the past and he was as close to a friend as she had in this place, save perhaps Ghost herself. She smiled and nodded in his direction. "Beautiful ceremony isn't it?"

Katrina sat in the front row. Only one seat had a reserved sign on it, for Ghost's daddy probably, therefore the other ones were up for grabs. Probably. She could move if they asked her to, but hoped they wouldn't because she was short and wanted to see everything.

Especially this unicorn guy. Ghost hadn't talked about him much, since she'd been so busy this summer with her shop and what not, but Ryuichi had. According to the lizard boy the unicorn guy was responsible for putting Ghost's insides back where they belonged; that made him okay in the little illusionist's book. She just wanted to see if he looked like a knight in shining armor.

He wasn't as tall as she imagined he'd be. Nor as broad. In fact, he was kind of scrawny and didn't look much like he could save anybody. He did, however, own a tail, and for that Katrina was jealous. Ever since finding out she was a mutant she had sort of wished that she'd been the kind that had a tail. Or the kind that flew. Or both, if that was possible.

The ceremony started with Ghost walking down the aisle, looking very fancy. She and her unicorn matched, with their white hair and outfits and looked almost the same height even. The ceremony was longer than she had expected, so by the time everyone finally got to stand up again, she was very relieved. Finally, she could stretch out and turn around to see who was here.

It looked like nearly everyone from the mansion was here, with a healthy dose of every other mutant in the city, too. Her own mother was directing waiters at the back on how to set up the tables of food, and looking rather frazzled. She had gotten used to feeding an army by now, but this was her first time preparing a feast for a double army; she had been fretting about it all week, but it looked like things were working out fine.

Then, through the shifting crowd, she spotted a familiar pair of blue eyes, in a familiar face, in a rather slouching body, in a black suit with a blue shirt. There was no mistaking him.

“Calley!” Katrina practically pounced on him. Somehow the crowd and the chairs between them had been overcome; she was not quite sure how she had managed, but the important thing was, “You're back! I haven't seen you in forever! You failed all your classes, you know. And 'catting around town' isn't a very good excuse for being gone four months.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, all seriousness now, voice quiet and grave. “What if you had died? I wouldn't have even known.” As it was, she had almost died and he hadn't known.

Juka really loved weddings. He didn't just like them, didn't even think very highly of them. Love was most certainly the right word and really was most certainly the right description of the word. Weddings, after all, were an excuse to get all prettied up (though one had to be careful not to out-pretty the bride of course) and everyone else to get all prettied up, talk and be social, drink and have a grand happy time of it. Not quite as happy as the bride and groom but it was only right that each and every guest share in his or her own small way with the happiness and joy of the lucky couple. And what couple could be luckier or more joyfull than his wonderful Ghosty and the love of her life Sebastian? At least, he certainly hoped that Sebastian was the love of her life and that he wouldn't dare hurt his sweet and wonderful Ghosty, otherwise Juka may just have to do something violent and regretable to him. No matter that he didn't have a violent bone in his body or that he didn't know Sebastian from a hole in the ground, let alone what he may or may not be able to do in a fight, Juka would irrecovably harm him if he did anything to hurt his Ghosty. It was as simple as that.

Juka decided on a many-layered red velvet dress for his atire. He tried to keep it simple because it wasn't his wedding so he didn't want to be the prettiest person in the place (as hard as that was to even conceive of) but he did want to be the second prettiest person there so he was certain to maintain his usual level of physical perfectionism. His hair he wore down, draped gracefully across his back and shoulders. Upon his feet he wore black stilletto boots and to complete the image he wore a jeweled choker around his neck. Ghosty, of course, was expected to outdo him but no one else possibly could. He was Juka Miami, after all, so what hope could anyone else have?

Ghosty was as beauituful as Juka knew that she would be and the ceremony, in his opinion, was one of the most touching he had ever seen. Not that he had seen many weddings, but that was entirely besides the point. After a long hard look at the groom, he decided that he approved of this Sabastian character and so long as he made his Ghosty happy and didn't mind sharing with him (not in any perverted way of course, he would NEVER touch a married woman especially not one he thought of as an older sister) he was ok by Juka's books. Well, and of course that whole never hurting her one little book or Juka would have to reply a hundered fold in kind of course. One couldn't forget that.

Once the ceremony was over Juka pranced up towards his oldest and bestest friend in the whole world Jewel. He beemed at her, beemed at the happy couple and then beemed back at Jewel again, barely able to contain his joy. "Wasn't that posatively beautiful?" he gushed. "My lovely Ghosty all grown up and married now." His voice almost broke with the emotion of it. It didn't matter that he had only known Ghosty for a few months, she was still his Ghosty. She had, after all, been kind enough to teach him how to do laundry.

>>"The bride, Ghost, Maya as she is apparently called. Yourself?"

"Ghost," He replied. Maya? He'd never heard her called that before. The image of Phoenix Wright's perky lawyer assistant popped into Shin's mind, and once it was there, it wouldn't let go. Which was funny, because 'haha, Maya channels spirits', and Ghost was 'Ghost'. The irony gnawed at Shin as he gnawed at his puff. As he finished, he opened up his mouth to let loose another torrent of crumbs (and information) "She's my boss."

>>"So, how about these pastry's huh? Delicious."

Shin picked up another with a nod. "Yup. My name's Shin, by the way. And you?"

Alchemist was rather surprised when he turned around to find Meld talking to him, surely she had people she liked better? Oh well. He smilled broadly and gave a small wave of the hand as a friendly gesture. "Yeah it is. Must admit weddings aren't my sort of affair, so many strangers, so many exposed corners and it being rude to carry weapons with you, makes me feel a little vulnerable, you know." He stepped back slightly so the group that had started to congregate around him formed a triangle. He saw Calley get practically tackled out of the corner of his eye, and another Calley approaching the food stuffs. How incredibly odd. He would ambush second Calley soon.

'Shape shifter... and cloner? Maybe it's a twin? Wow, this the resembalence is crazy, even the same outfit.'

He turned his attention to Shin. "Really, your boss? Cool. Oh yeah, I'm Alchemist. Can you believe that I only found out Ghost's name today during the ceremony? I mean, I knew her as Ghost but not Maya." He smiled some more, feeling a bit awkward amongst strangers, although these were talking to him first, so that helped a little. He grabbed another puf and bit it , chewing slowly and attempting not to spill crumbs down himself any more than he had.

'Now's my chance, Nab the second Calley.'

He walked a step or two forward and tapped the Calley who had walked to the food section on the shoulder. He then stepped back to alow comfort room, just in case it was some form of twin. C.j. waited for a reaction from him and as he was back in the triangle decided to pose a question. "So, how long you guys looking at staying for?'"

'I really don't want to have to go find others to talk to in this crowd.'

So far she was still the most under-dressed person she had seen but her hairstyle and colour didn't seem so out of place compared to the messy shock of pink and almost purple hair over by the puff pastries. Nor did it quite match up to the spiky orange tufts belonging to someone talking to the bride and groom.

She was also lacking any type of tail, horn, identical twin or extra limbs, so she felt a little less awkward. Ankle length dresses seemed to be the main order of the day, although she had seen another girl in pants. No blood spatters on the knees however. Verdigris inspected the long red dress of the girl with orange hair, she knew she could never pull off something like that, not even one of the more simple dresses, short and above the knees would suit. She was just a non-dress person.

After carefully analyzing the people in her immediate vicinity she placed the marbles back into her pocket. It would be disrespectful to start a fight at a wedding, so surely she would have no call to defend herself. She somehow doubted that the delicious nibblies that were small enough to be shot from her hands would make good projectiles. Far too moist and succulent. If she hit them in the eyes then maybe, the door was a little too far away for a quick escape though.

She decided to trust in the goodwill of others and the general vibe of the wedding to protect her from any guests with less-than-amiable feelings toward her. The nerves, and the memory of the location of her bag, were pushed to one side for the far more important thoughts of consuming wedding food. She noticed a stack of plates and clutched one in her left hand nervously, placing a few items on it before nibbling them slowly. It would not do to guzzle at a wedding. It was rude at the very least and would also draw attention to herself. With her hair pulled back in messy bun, most of the green was not visible and she looked just like any other normal human.

Not that she would have been the strangest if she had left it out. Even the groom out-weirded her there. Besides, anyone who attended a wedding where the groom was a mutant and stayed for the reception had to be able to handle a little bit of weirdness.

Working her way slowly down the table, pausing politely to eat what she had served before moving on, she continued to plan how to congratulate the bride and groom without announcing that she knew neither. Awkward.

The wedding was beautiful, the groom, the bride, the words the scene. all perfect. the only thought he could compare it too was his own wedding to a pregnant Jaxon on the frozen tundra of the south.

Pluto was feeling a bit weirded out, yeah he had thrown off the supremacy banner in favor of a much milder, defender and secretary of the clinic. He shaved off all his hair and was clean shaving for once, no angry goatee ruining his smile, the red shine of his less hairy head matched his tie, other than that he went with the typical black Tux. He was standing in the back, as promised he told both the groom and the bride that he would see to it that there wouldn't be a lick of trouble during the wedding, and he had gotten lucky, no one interupted no one set any one else on fire... or any of the other rediculous things that could have happend at this sort of occasion. his eyes had found one woman that he hadn't thought to see. Isabel, she almost made him sad. She was so full of hate and anger just like the rest of them. but she was so sweet, and while she did like to stab people, she was also a lovely friend and companion.

He swallowed hard as he rounded the room to stand by Isabel, He leaned on the wall next to her with a sober look on his face, he waited to hear the words. did she hate him? did she care. Did she know that he intended on staying gone? He stood back waiting with her as those closer to the couple congratulated them. He could wait his turn. He looked forward to cutting in on the groom for a dance with the lovely bride.

Lily couldn't help but gasp when she noticed Meld among the crowd. She was apparently here as just another guest... Lily shook her head, stunned. Meld was not a threat - if she'd been one, they wouldn't have let her in. Amazing. First Slate, and then someone from the Order... Well, either the bride and the groom were just this popular, or the world of inter-mutant relationships was just this much more complicated that she'd thought.
Or both. Most probably... both.

... and then there was Juka.
"Wasn't that posatively beautiful?... My lovely Ghosty all grown up and married now."
Lily smiled at her friend. No matter what, Juka was always Juka. Lighting up the room in a strange yet innocently cheerful manner.
"Long time no see, darling" she chuckled "You are right. Positively beautiful."

Gawain's mind wandered, and so did his eyes. There was definitely a lot to look at. Besides the setting itself, there were the people in strange dresses (well, not really strange, but a lot more fancy than he was used to), the people with strange features, and the girls. Mostly the girls. He had no idea so many chicks attended the mutie school. Or were familiar with it.
Gawain made mental notes as he slipped through the crowd towards the food.
The curvy one in the light green dress. Slightly older than our brave knight-to-be. Man is she smokin' hot. Also, her boyfriend looks like he would rip my heart out first and then ask my name.
The tall brunette in the green dress, standing on the side. I bet she's not from here either. People keep glancing at her like she's dangerous. I bet she is.
The smily one in the blue dress and silver-and-gold locks. Very very classy. Also, very old. Duh.
The one with the green hair and greener eyes. She looked a bit uncomfortable. Must be a newbie on the block. She received a grin from Sir Gawain.
The hottie in the red velvet... Hell no, that's a guy. Uck.
The little blonde one with the dimples. Cute.
The one with... are those metal...? Okay, Sir Gawain, we stay clear from that one.
...
Making his way to the food, he packed a plate and looked around for a place to sit. Noticing a girl in a plain jacket devouring her food like she was starving and trying not to show it - all too familiar to him - he walked over to her table. At least she looked like the same age as him... plus a tail?... Uh, whatever. Gawain flashed his trademark grin.
"Hey there. Looks like the food's real after all. Mind if I sit?"