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Hey guys.

So Tasean needs more threads, and he's willing to take anything!

I especially want him to meet people outside of those he has already met. Tasean LOVES meeting new people especially men who like meeting Tasean ^_~

Also I would really like to get him in a few threads with some more people from the Mansion, and/or X-men, as I do have aspirations for Tasean joining the X-men in the future, and would like to get a start on that process soon.

Please and Thank You.

Tasean gave a genuine grin when he saw Lumen, and pulled her into a light embrace, appropriate for greeting guests and acquaintances.

"I'm glad that you could make it" he told her, as he placed his now empty wine glass on the buffet table.

He gave a sweeping motion, indicating the entire agency. "It isn't much yet, but it's mine, and I do good with it. Hopefully after tonight, I will be able to do even more" the light-riding social worker said, hope coloring his tone.

As he looked around another quick time, he noticed the half-snake man in the corner, and his eyes widened briefly in surprise. He had seen a number of mutants with outward mutations, but none like this. A guy with a beak was the most outlandish he had ever encountered. He also noticed that the man was in a corner by himself, and that simply would not do. He may look incredibly different, but still he was a guest, and to a southern, guest were sacred.

Tasean turned back to Lumen, but kept the snake man in his peripheral, so that he could go and engage him after he made sure Lumen was comfortable.

"Anything I can get for ya hun?" Tasean asked his fellow light wielding mutant friend.

Tasean walked around the office, a glass of Beviamo Moscato D'asti in his hand. He admitted to himself that everything had turned out nicely, especially with such a small budget. Still, the silver, white and pale gold decorations did add a certain ambiance to the room. The plastic plates, while cheap, did at least look like real glass, and had very nice floral designs on them. And if the wine came from Sam's Club, because it happened to be on sale, who cared. It was at least chilled and sweat, and the wine glasses were quite real, and rather expensive. Somethings you just couldn't skimp on, and serving wine in red plastic cups was a definite no-no.

Continuing his rounds, he nodded at one of the party guest, who was also one of his clients. A young mutant girl who could make anything stick to anything else, as if they were magnets. And whose parents had left her on the streets after she had accidentally stuck her younger brothers together one too many times. He smiled at her, and then peered into he cup, just to make sure it was the sherber-punch-ginger ale concoction he had made for his underage and non-drinker guest and not wine. Satisfied that her beverage was age appropriate, her moved on, heading towards the entrance of the agency as more guest arrived.

The young mutant social worker was expecting a rather nice turn out. He had sent invitations to both the Sanctuary and the Mansion, inviting all of the residence there to attend this little social. He has also sent invites to the Mutant Related Crimes division of the NYPD, since he knew Jorge, and posted a bunch of fliers all over the net, including Twitter and Facebook. The more people that came, the better for Tasean. He needed more clients, to prove that this agency served a real purpose, and he needed donations, to continue servicing the few clients he did have. Tasean sincerely hoped that this social would drum up some interest, business and money so he could continue doing what he loved doing.

Before he reached the door, he stopped at the buffet and tapped a young man who had one too many seafood salad in lettuce leaf cups on his plate, and give him a warning eye, before continuing on to the door, to greet the new arrivals.

Tasean nodded again. "Yes, got your number saved in phone system, and your business card stored on the computer" he said.

He continued eating at the food on his plate, though his mind was elsewhere. Though he had already made up his mind to scope out the Church of Humanities, he still needed to think this through. No need in adding more risk onto an already precarious situation. Of course he couldn't ask Jorge for more information, the man was a detective, and would probably know what Tasean was up to, and find some way to stop him.

"So shall we get down to business, and dig through this lovely box of files your brought?" Tasean asked, genuinely interested in what the files had to say, and also trying to get off the subject of Sebastian and the Church.

Great. I forgot, invitations will have also been sent to the MRC unit of the NYPD. But all that will be detailed in the first post of the thread.

Tasean listened intently, filing away informational mentally. He especially took notice of the name Sebastian. It wasn't one that he had heard of, or had come across in any of his research, but it was something he would definitely look further into.

"Well on my end, I really haven't heard too much. Since I've heard about the cases, I have warned what few clients and walk-ins we get here at the agency to be careful" Tasean informed Jorge.

He leaned back in his chair, placing his plate of food back on the office desk, staring at the file box. This case was peculiar in deed, and turning out to be much deeper than Tasean had initially realized. He didn't know exactly how he could help, but that he would definitely help in any and every way possible.

"Anyone know where this Sebastian hangs out or frequents?" Tasean asked.

He was no cop or vigilante, but with his mutant ability, he could scope out things without having to but himself in harms way. And his way of seeing was much better than looking through binoculars. Maybe if he could find some places were this Sebastian character had been spotted, he could try and find something, or something.