...Shall I re-introduce myself?

  No matter how I put it, there is only one truth. I am not the person you all thought me to be. ((RP Blog for SHSL Impostor, to be affiliated with citta-alveare.))

[mimickedleader]

Not a normal type of ‘gaming’... (Closed - Badou Nails)

Stepping around the city in this unfamiliar - yet strangely familiar at the same time- disguise was strange enough, considering the impostor had only made up the doctor as a familiar, more friendly face than ‘Togami’ to speak to on the phone. Not to mention the odd creatures and rain about. Having a strange citizen of the city with multi-coloured clothes, grinning like an imp and holding a game system out to them, now that was even stranger.

‘Heey new face. Don’t think i’ve seen yoooouu wandering about the area befaare. I’ll tell ya what, i’ll let ya havbe a go of this brand new ‘ghaming devhice’ you youngsters are so into these days.’

“W-well...I don’t leave inside my office all that much, I’m terribly shy: but seeing the place like this, I can’t just sit inside all day. I have to get out there and help! Oh, b-but that aside...I’d be happy to play the game for you!”

Smiling in the shy manner they felt that Doctor Mitarai would do to someone they just met, they turned the game on....only to see and hear a really confusing screen.

“...Grand dad? ...W-wait, is that FLINSTONES music? Ohhh nooo - d-did you seriously just prank me??”

Or, had normal gaming now changed into cheap bootlegs thanks to the strange weather going on...they really hoped someone passed by and saved them from this strange music and the stranger’s laughter, now.

[mimickedleader]

(( ‘Byakuya Togamis’ alter-ego, Doctor Mitarai, is in the house: and I’m raring to go to play with different weird things happening in the background of rp with this event rubs hands together. There’s so much potential hre omg? My excitement aside, capping it at 6 likes, but people who have asked ‘ doctor Mitarai’ for help before on the impostor’s call service are exempt from the cap!

))

[mimickedleader]

Waking up to the skies looking like something out of a particularly acid-tripping Lewis Carrol novel was confusing enough, as was the strange creatures bounding about outside: people morphing and shrieking as the strange substances leak from skies inter-determinedly. However, something else is incredibly off - the Impostor realizes that the clothes they wear are not those of Togami any more.

In fact, their whole disguise seems to have shifted along with the strange weather - and a quick look in a nearby shop window, reflective, makes them jump. 

“W-what on earth...?”

They’d just made up ‘doctor Mitarai’ to help others on the call center, they didn’t think they’d actually LOOK like them, without changing the disguise themselves. (Though, why does this disguise feel familiar, as if they’ve looked like this long ago?)

“T-there’s probably a bit of irony in here, somewhere, I-i’m sure...”

Ironic that one who wished to be kinder yet could not, now was stuck in the disguise of a ‘shy doctor’ who helped others on call.

[thunderrated-blog]

    “Uh… hey, pal.” She pulled the stranger aside abruptly– they seemed like a good choice… “Would you mind doing me a favour? Quick?”

    Pay no mind to the sounds of shouting in the distance. These guys were too persistent.

    “D’you got any cash on you? I need to borrow it.”

[mimickedleader]

The impostor had been having a nice quiet moment - well, as quiet as looking around for people that phone caller from before may know could be - of pondering about the city, until the faint sound of hurried footsteps distracted them from their silence, as well as the fainter sound of angry voices quick approaching in the distance. Oy oy. This just sounded like a mess they’d rather not get involved with.

However, when they turned to walk away, it seemed even their speed wasn’t quite fast enough, they then feeling a desperate tug at their suit’s sleeve. Sigh. Looks like there was very little point to running now. Turning to the other and ignoring the temptation to raise a brow at their curious appearance, they spoke. “What on earth did you do, to need money that fast and make those angry people come after you...do I really want to know...?”

[mimickedleader]

To prosper in phone calls? (Closed - Spock)

[vulcanheritage-citta]

His mediation posture was lax, but he was unmoving. An onlooker might think he was asleep, but he was just carefully considering every word. He’d never sought anything such as this, unless one counted the occasional talks with the other version of himself, but that was hardly anonymous. He was afraid the lack of personal interest would make the advice too generic, but he was finding it was sound. The only thing was the doctor didn’t seem to full understand the predicament. 

“Admiration…trust.” He opened his eyes for a moment. “You are right that holding one in higher regards is not wrong…but it is not just that.” He blinked, clearing the mask of meditation from his mind. “What I feel for the Captain…I believe it was love.” 

His eyes flicked to the door again, making sure the lock was engaged. He sighed in relief that it was, his face still blushing green despite being alone. “If it is all the same, I would prefer to stay anonymous. Though, I suppose it does not really matter…as I’m certain I am alone here. I am missing my crew and my work…” He sighed. Apparently affection and frustration were equal parts pent up. “I suppose it is in good fortune that you have found a way to continue your psychiatric practice here in the city, isn’t it Doctor?”

[mimickedleader]

The impostor found themselves using the free hand that did not hold the phone to clench at their suit bow and unclench in concern: the evident worry and concern for the other’s friend was clear - even if the voice was hard to get a reading on, in all honesty, they could tell that the stranger was indeed meaning every word they spoke. To feel so alone in such a large city: it truly made the impostor’s heart pang in sympathy. Nobody should have to feel that way.

Though, despite their unassuming, gentle tone, there had been one fact they got wrong. “Ah, I see...well, it only further proves my point. To worry about someone one cares for is especially true when you love them, I-i’d imagine: though I cannot speak from experience on that, I-i’m afraid, it’s only common sense. So e-either way, it’s nothing to be ashamed of! I t-think to open one’s heart and worry about others is a brave act in of itself, b-but I don’t want to head off-topic.”

That being said, they nodded in understanding to the next musing statement, even if the other couldn’t see it. “T-that’s perfectly alright...I understand. Hm...if you wish to stay anonymous, I c-could ask my friend to keep a sharp eye out? They do wander the city and observe keenly on a daily basis, but i-it’s your call.” It wasn’t a ‘perfect’ idea, that they well knew, but it was something. “Y-yes, that it is...though I do wish it was a proper business! T-that way, I could get a lot more people to h-help look for your crew and the one you adore for you.”

[candykraken]

Though Callie had met the “real” Togami, she’d yet to run into him at the party, and hadn’t made much effort to commit him to memory as anything but another rude, forgettable human. If she saw them standing next to each other she might begin to suspect something, but at the moment she wasn’t thinking of him at all. She was far more occupied with the snack table, and the… blood fountain?

There was a good-sized fountain full of thick red liquid. Lacking blood herself, Callie was only familiar with it in passing, but now she had to know if it was real or not. Still holding her fellow guest’s hand, she sticks her tentacle into the fountain. Sure felt real. “Eww…”

[mimickedleader]

Heading to the snack table, it appeared as though the main centerpiece was strangely, not any specific food: but a fountain with red punch in it. At least, the impostor greatly hoped it was punch and not the object it actually looked like: yet it was clear that the squid lady they were escorting to the table was just as bewildered over it as they internally were, and stuck a tentacle into it.

...That noise it made when she did so was very concerning. “Oy, oy, don’t play with the centerpiece. You’ll get the owners scolding you.” 

Also, the sound wasn’t all that reassuring, but they couldn’t lower the Togami mask and say that. Instead, they focused on the food on the table. “Now, onto more pressing matters, I believe you’d want a little of everything, would you not?” 

[gottagobaby]

“Mrr~phaw,” Judd said in a muffled chatter back to the impostor. Who knew what that meant. It sounded rather agreeable in any case. “Mrah,” he added with a small pause, grasping the meat between his paws.

He had to focus a bit on the task to keep the turkey from slipping away. Mm, this was one of the few real big advantages those humans had, wasn’t it. Now if he had thumbs, he really would be set. But that was another world; another reality. Right here and now, Judd had turkey and he was going to enjoy it with every fiber of his tubby being. As he watched the crowd alongside Togami, he was quite sure he saw Callie carrying something out of the corner of his eye, but by the time he looked, she was gone. Probably just imagining things. It wasn’t like he could see things that far away. Nor was he immune to such things, even with him being what he was. There were the other occasional familiar humans and scents and intriguing stories unfolding as time went on, but sooner or later the food Judd had brought with him had gone. A shame, but it was bound to happen. He struggled against his weight for and pulled himself away from the back of the seat. Circling in his spot a couple of times and sitting down, Judd shifted his attention to the watchful Togami, briefly leaning forward to sniff him. Then he rose back up, staring at him. Hm yes, it was that human celebration, wasn’t it. The one where they all disguised themselves. So then, what was this one’s? Judd gave the impostor an inquisitive look.

[mimickedleader]

Despite the impostor’s earlier concerns that the cat would blab to everyone about the kind nature they did their level best to hide when under the cold and aloof Togami persona, the response indicated that despite the differences to a normal feline one may see, the cat was verbally just that - a cat. They couldn’t answer in the normal sense they’d been expecting, and so they felt some level of relief. Yet with the number of people around, they refused to drop their guard even in a secluded spot of the party like here.

They couldn’t afford to, not even for a moment. Though the familiar constant of food was a warm thing that helped keep their strength up to constantly keep the guard up...that, and it was really good, which was another amazing bonus. Why more people weren’t enjoying the food was beyond them. It was something that should be properly respected, in their opinion!!

Ah, but their passion for food was not one easily matched. Seemed the cat might be a contender, given hey had finished their food the same time as the kitty. They both enjoyed the food so much it hadn’t lasted as long as they may have liked, heh. Though the cat was now sniffing them, and then staring.

“Sadly, I seem to have eaten all my food too on the plate, though I can get more for us both. That aside, I suppose it’s normal for someone to stare a lot...the great Byakuya Togami is a distinguished person, after all. I need not bother with such things as costumes when I wear such dignified clothing now.” Unknowingly answering a question, here.

[candykraken]

“I mean it’s… It’s, y'know…” Callie points over their shoulder at the snack table before sighing and offering her hand, smiling wryly. “Sure.”

They were charming in their thoroughness and concern, although sometimes it seemed… showy, almost? How they went on about their family name but seemed oddly unaffected by their isolation from said family, and any influence it might have. Then again, she hadn’t exactly been spying on them. Maybe they spent their nights crying themselves to sleep, just like her!

[mimickedleader]

Ah, good - there was no disagreement from the other party’s side. That was a positive, because the impostor really didn’t want to make everyone stare by dragging someone over to said food table out of leaderly concern. The less attention that they brought by being here, the better, because they were certain they’d seen the ACTUAL Togami at the party too.

They wanted to help others, but given the real Togami was here, they had to be careful as well. Not that anyone would figure out they looked too eerily alike with the actual Togami wearing a costume, but it was too much of a risk to want to be hasty on.

That thought aside, they’d lead the other to the food table in a focused, goal-driven manner. She could fill the plate with whatever she wished, they guessed...so long as they made sure to eat something.

[mimickedleader]

To prosper in phone calls? (Closed - Spock)

[vulcanheritage-citta]

“Understood Doctor, but I do not think that will be necessary. I am confident in your ability to provide serviced over the telephone, so there is no need to send another person to my location.” 

He was really just hoping the doctor was as competent as Spock believed him to be. He could barely articulate his emotions over the phone, so he knew it would be even worse in person. 

“Yes, in my world my species was rather well-known for their lack of emotions, but what most do not understand is that it is not that we do not have emotions, but rather we suppress them. Vulcan emotions actually run deeper than humans’.” The human idiom of ‘on a roll’ seemed to apply, so he kept going, rather than pausing to collect his thoughts. “That is where my true problems comes in. The deepest emotion I am feeling is, I miss him –them. Those back home, that is.” He quickly corrected himself. Perhaps taking a moment to articulate himself was better in the long run to avoid freudian slips. 

“It would seem logical…” He said slowly. “That if we arrived, then there must be a way out, but I have yet to find it. Nor have I found anyone who knows of one.” His hands actually shook when he reached for his tea. “These emotions are most foreign to me. It is not like when my mother died. When she died, I knew she could never come back. Yet, with the crew back home, missing them is even worse, as I know they are still out there.” 

[mimickedleader]

“Alright, but I wished to offer just in case you did want physical help as well. I would go there m-myself and help people feel less worried and lonely, but I’m honestly...a terribly shy person. I don’t really leave my office unless it’s really serious, but that’s neither here nor there.”

The important matter at hand was helping the stranger from another planet with his problem, not the musings of why the ‘doctor’ refused to be seen physically. 

“Ah, I see...so you’re used to holding everything back, bottling it all up...the pressure of doing so would surely cause a human to crack, so I’m glad you are expressing some of those emotions here today. If anything else, it helps to let loose some of the bottled emotions and lessen the risk of bursting out in public in a emotional breakdown, or feeling overwhelmed by them. If you miss a specific person a lot, also...I’m not going to judge that. I mean, it’s normal to have a certain person one admires, cares for lots: like a guardian figure, the person most worthy of trust, maybe.”

Like the way they felt about....no. They couldn’t say that name aloud, it’d be embarrassing to them. “Of course, if you care for that person a lot, it is normal to miss them a lot too. Such feelings aren't anything to feel shame over.” That being said, the impostor fell silent at the talk of deceased parents - and the loss of folk the stranger knew being worse than even that. They wanted to help as best they could, with such a saddening problem.

“I might not be a terribly big business yet, but I can offer my help - if my anonymous phone call went all over the city when I advertised this trial session, I can do so again for your sake...that is, if I knew the people you were looking for. That way, I could pass your number on, if they are lost here?”

[gottagobaby]

It sure was delicious. Even if they didn’t intend on sharing it, these humans certainly had at least the basic idea how to make a good turkey. Judd hovered by the platter and sat hunched over it, tearing at the meat and nibbling it up. Mmm, yes. There was no denying the extra delicious quality of the food.

Speaking of quality. Judd looked up from the turkey dinner, a strip of meat clutched in his mouth. Where had that quality human gone? Taking a small step away from the meat, he takes a sniff of the air. It seemed they weren’t too far off yet, and he could probably catch up to them still. He gives the platter of turkey another look and then nabs up a couple more strips into his mouth before pawing it under the chairs. Until he had the full extent of his abilities back, that would have to do for the time being. He pads off away from the snack table, following the scent of the human to the rear of the room. There they were with there own platter, and by the looks of things, they had the same idea as the cat. He hopped up onto the seat next to them and sat down in the seat– slouching in it almost like a human –and returned his attention back to the meat clutched between his paws. Ah, the good food.

[mimickedleader]

Watching the strangers go by, the impostor felt a little less lonesome doing so: yes, it was true that their presence here was nothing more than a facade of the ‘great Byakuya Togami’, but at very least should people need help if something went wrong in such a big party as this, they were there. Though they sincerely hoped the rumors of bad things happening at Halloween parties here were unfounded.

At least for everyone else’s sake. If they got hurt, well. Nobody would miss a ‘nobody’. Sigh. Diverting their thoughts to the plate of food, it certainly tasted amazing - the folk here certainly had known what they were going on the quality and expertise of cooking, yes! If anything else, that food alone made coming here worth the while, even if they couldn’t secretly help anyone else while here.

Their fervent enjoyment of the platter in front of them almost caused them to miss the approach of someone else - but they weren’t so inattentive as that, even if food was a prime way to distract them, and so they spied the cat nearby. Ah, the feline had decided to enjoy them in their observing of others going by, and also enjoyment of food? Huh. That was interesting.

“The constant rush and bustle of strangers is very amusing, is it not? Much better to just sit and wait, and enjoy some amazing food while one is here.”

[candykraken]

“If you run into him then you can tell him all about how careless he’s being. I kinda doubt they woulda let him bring a loaded gun to the party…”

Callie laughs weakly. “It is… kinda silly, I guess. I’m probably just being paranoid. If anybody was getting poisoned we probably woulda noticed by now. It’s been like two hours and I’m really hungry… I should have brought a snack.” It was only when she’d gotten to the party that she’d become a little paranoid about the offerings. A shame, too, with how many adorable Halloween-themed snacks there were.

[mimickedleader]

“I think I will take you up on that suggestion, indeed...though you’re hopefully right in guessing that the party organizers would not allow firearms to be brought here, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Dangerous items should not be allowed in a party environment.” Weird. That sentence seemed...awfully familiar. Like they’d said something like that before, but they never had said anything like that. Probably just their imagination.

“That being said, given I am being cautious of firearms, I would not call being cautious of food paranoid. You simply do not wish anything bad to happen at such a lovely party too, correct? That’s normal.” 

A surprisingly reassuring statement aside, they adjusted their glasses in a serious manner to cover it up. “Hmph, two hours without food? That simply won’t do. People should make sure to eat properly. Come on, then, I’ll lead you to the food table myself, if you’re concerned.”

[mimickedleader]

A Nail-biting Phone Call (Closed - Badou Nails)

[baddestdangerboy]

“You just sound like it cause you’re sayin’ stupid shit outta this world. That’s all.” Oh, that’s all. That’s reassuring as hell, huh? 

And then he’s laughing, bitterly, still can’t believe–

“Can’t you see you sound like some kinda….movie or commercial or a hippie? No one sounds like that, the world’ll only progress through rich fucks. That’s all. If you’re so smart, how come you don’t know my name?” 

This little smartass.

“It’s Nails. Badou Nails.”

[mimickedleader]

“I suppose to someone who doesn’t believe in there being two sides to the city, it would s-sound strange...but you don’t have to accept this right away. I mean, you could have hung up the phone ages ago, or at any time, but instead, despite you trying to counter my words - you stayed and t-talked to me. So I think that shows that you do believe, at least a tiny bit. I appreciate even that.”

Well dang. A very good point from the shy-playing impostor.

“Oh! I-if I sound like something as inspirational as a movie, I’m quite flattered at that: but the little people can sometimes progress in the world, too.Though I agree it is more common to hear stories of the rich people doing so...that kinda inspires me to try and do better, to show little people can do it!” Irony regarding their ‘mask’ disguise aside, the impostor is almost tempted to explain that they DO know Badou’s name, just to hear how they respond, but that might be too suspicious, that a ‘doctor’ who didn’t know Badou before knew his name.

“Okay, I won’t forget. I’d better hang up and let you think about what you wanna do, though, right? Unless you want t-to talk more, that’s fine too!”

They kinda doubted Badou would take them up on that offer, but they’d extend the kindness anyways. 

[mimickedleader]

To prosper in phone calls? (Closed - Spock)

[vulcanheritage-citta]

“So you are a doctor? I must admit that does ease my nerves about seeking advice. I do feel better knowing you are a professional.” 

Though the only doctor Spock knew personally was Dr. McCoy, and while he held the doctor’s medical advice in the highest regard, his personal advice was a tad lacking. ‘Drinking and talking it out’ seemed to be the only thing Dr. McCoy was capable of advising, no matter how many times Spock explained that he did not drink and was hardly in the position to ‘talk it out’.

“I also must admit that my kind does not freely express emotion, but I am going to make an exception. After all, how else could you accurately help me? It is only logical that I embrace my emotions at this time.”

He opened his eyes and looked to his bedroom door to see if the lock was engaged. He knew that it was, but there was still a nagging in him that told him to periodically make sure. He reached to the tea on his bedside table and took a sip before gathering his thoughts and continuing. 

“You see…I am currently in a very difficult situation, Doctor.” He closed his eyes again, feeling self conscious despite being alone. “I am alone here, in the city. That usually would not bother me, but I held a very important position back home, and I fear my absence is greatly effecting the mission…not to mention I greatly miss my crew.” 

[mimickedleader]

“Indeed. I’m glad that helps you feel a little more assured about the matter: just explain the problem and I’ll do my best to give advice. O-of course, because I’m a shy person, if you wanted someone to come to your location and help you further, I’d have to ask a friend to pass on advice for me...I’m not really the sort of person who likes wandering in such a st-strange city alone.”

Well, it would at least provide a legitimate reason for why ‘Doctor Mitarai’ couldn’t go out, because the impostor hardly thought it wise to go out and about with using their true voice. That, and it might arouse suspicion given that ‘doctor Mitarai’ would look just as chubby as ‘Byakuya Togami’, even though they knew if they bought clothes, they could effectively make the two seem quite different other than that fact.

“Ah...your kind? Well, I am aware of b-beings other than humans being here: but that doesn’t change my stance on things. I’ll help no matter who rings m-me. Golly, though! I suppose potentially helping someone from another world i-is a story I’ll have to pass on whenever I find a way h-home, right?” Well, when you looked at things that way, it was awfully exciting, true. “Take all the time you need to express yourself, though. I’ll listen carefully.”

That reassuring statement made, the doctor closed their eyes in serious thought as they allowed the other to explain the situation: a serious case indeed. When the other was finished, they spoke again. “I can understand feelings like th-those; I find myself constantly worried of my allies b-back home on my own account: such a thing is not uncommon here, for folk to be separated from important tasks and those they feel close kinship with. However: this city is quite large. There may be the possibility some of your allies may be here, but not know where you are...perhaps sending a call out to the phones of all the city like I did to advertise my services may help if that were the case.”

A pause, before they addressed the other possibility. 

“ If not, however - if we all came into this city, logic pertains there must be an exit. I’m sure one will come to light, eventually, but - perhaps the best thing is to try and stay strong for their sake, for what if they get stuck here too? They probably would want a good pal’s advice, not want a friend to worry overly...but holding everything in isn’t good, either. It’s a fine line - between being strong and still expressing oneself, is it not?”

Still, it was some sensible advice nonetheless.

[gottagobaby]

He stared at the many platters. Many were mouth-watering in their own way, for sure. Even as he was, he could at least recognize that most of the treats were delicious. But if delicious were what he was looking for, he’d have gone straight to the table. He gave a small grunt. So much effort just to find something edible.

There was a fruit platter, but there was hardly any trusting that cherry juice and all those other poisonous fruits didn’t get mixed in with everything else. The table ends were decorated with pumpkins, but the humans probably wouldn’t appreciate their decorations being eaten. The bar went on and on with platters, but cat-friendly options certainly seemed limited. Mm, but there was that turkey that human stood by. Judd’s eyes dart about the turkey, licking his chops. It was good looking turkey… He looked back to human carving off slices of meat with a look that said, ‘Yes, just a bit more, human. Then bring it to me. Give me that bird.’ It was more wishful thinking. Judd doubted the human hosts wanted a main entree like that to be shared with animals. And then, against all odds, the human brought the platter to him. Well now! Judd stood up in the chair, giving them an attentive look, studying his benefactor. Their presence felt the most solid of any others Judd had met in quite some time. And their clothing seemed rather fancy, at least by human standard. A powerful presence indeed. Still, there was something strange about them. …Nothing bad though. Judd smiled at the human. They seemed like the type that ancient human leader would have perhaps enjoyed the presence of. Not to mention Judd himself. Perhaps they too shared the cat’s interest and love for food. “Mrrew.” He hopped down from the chair and strolled over to the platter, thumping his arrow-tail and turning his focus on the good meat.

[mimickedleader]

Oho - looked like their moment of pause about food had warranted a successful food-gift, and that was good. They really hadn’t been sure about a lot of the things there and their edibility to animals: but it seemed their knowledge and love for food proved a helpful bit of information. Despite, for all intents and purposes, the cat not responding verbally, the impostor was sure they saw the feline smile a moment in gratitude before turning the focus to the plate they’d put down.

Well. They supposed that was their one ‘good deed going unnoticed behind the aloof mask’ for today, right? It made them happy, to assist someone else. Er, even if that someone else seemed just a normal cat. Nodding in bemusement, the ‘heir’ got some food for themselves and moved to one of the seats at the back of the party, where they could eat in peace and watch the strangers go by. The cat could do whatever it so wished, they weren’t going to stop them.

...They knew what it was like to go without a lot of things, food included, so despite their mask, they couldn’t wipe the satisfied contentment in the back of their mind.

[candykraken]

“My Roller is a little bigger than that. It’s a weapon used to spread ink around, and it’s pretty huge… Almost as long as I’m tall. But, it got taken away, like all my other stuff. I’m sure if this guy cares about his gun enough for someone to sign the two of them up as a couple, he probably knows how to handle it.” It seemed second nature to her, coming from a society where kids as young as three were given their own ink-based firearms. If you fired an in weapon at your face, though, you were pretty unlikely to die. 

Callie lowers her voice a bit, leaning in.  "Hey… you’re a pretty clever person… none of his seems weird to you, does it? Like they might be planning on… I dunno. Locking us all in and burning the place down? Poisoning us? I just… Everybody’s been telling me such bad things happen around Halloween.“

[mimickedleader]

“Well, that’s not a brand of weaponry I am familiar with - but I doubt shooting ink at your own face would result in such a serious injury as bullets would do. Therefore, the concern of safety is still the major issue there - regardless if this person is a professional, you cannot deny the risk is still something to be cautious of. But I digress. As much as I enjoy the verbal banter of intelligent conversation, this isn’t the place for debates, no?”

Pausing a moment to adjust their glasses at the serious second conversation, they murmured in response: “Interesting...that is not a rumor I had heard before coming here. If there is ill-intent, than I am glad I did come to observe this party: I can at least use my skills as a leader to try and guide others to safety should the worst happen.” But what about you, impostor?

“I can assuredly, safely rule out poisoning, however. I tested the food myself.”

Well...someone should probably tell the impostor the amount of food THEY ate in one plate sitting wasn’t considered testing, but okay.

[candykraken]

“It’s smart! People love irony. If I had my Roller, and this guy hadn’t already submitted himself, I’d have put us up as a couple. You get the irony vote, and the votes of people who hate romance! It’s actually really smart. Also, good seeing you again!“ Callie holds her arms out to them, in case they want a hug. If not, she understands, they do seem a bit standoffish.

Callie herself is in a costume, a dark gown with a skeletal design, though it doesn’t appear to be a human skeleton. It has a long tail down the back and phalanges hanging like fringes from the elbow-length gloves. There hadn’t been enough time to complete it in time for the party, but it still looks cool and spooky.

[mimickedleader]

The impostor raises their brows considerably at a familiar voice - ah, that squid girl who stole from the snack machine a while back? Looks like they were right in guessing some familiar faces would also come here: who knows, they might be lucky enough to find some of the other Jabberwock islanders here. “I won’t argue you do hold a point on that, but paint rollers at least are somewhat safer in comparison to guns. What next, he’s going to be shipping what’s left of him if he handles the firearm wrong? People should take better care of themselves and not be so reckless, hmph...it just creates a massive headache and mess for established leaders such as myself to clean up.”

Ah. Their displeased grumbles of unsafe practices aside, the other seemed to want a hug. “Before you ask, I would prefer you keep your hands to yourself. Though I must say that is a decent costume.”

As someone who knew ‘costumes’ very well due to their true nature, they knew when someone had put work into one.

[gottagobaby]

As much as the party events amused most of the guests, they did very little to hold his own interest. Besides, they were most probably targeted at humans and other like two-leggers. Judd certainly assumed so at least. For the most part, the cat had spent his time taking up a free chair, laying on his side with outstretched limbs. If anything, the spot seemed more like a thrones. One of many velvety thrones set off in a corner away from the main attraction. A perfect spot for people watching. For as long as that entertainment lasted. He flexed his paws out and crawled to his feet, stretching upward. How unfortunate for these humans were that the scientists felt that they had to cover up his claws. They certainly wouldn’t receive the holy blessing of him digging them into the furniture this time. The cat hopped down from the chair, blinking at the ballroom. People always prepared food for parties. He just had to… Ah, there. Judd padded along the edge of the room, scampering toward the snack bar and hopping up on a nearby chair to peer at the available human foods. He licks his chops. Most human food was no good for cats such as he, but there tended to be something befitting him.

[mimickedleader]

Now, to be honest - the impostor hardly knew a single soul at this party. The extent of their knowledge was those few folk they had played that terrible card game with not long ago: they were certain they did see those people in the crowd, but they had come with partners for the couple contest. They didn’t wish to interrupt them. Though, seeing all the folk with people: as it always had, it left the self behind the Togami disguise feeling that those people truly were more fortunate than they.

They would never be able to hold someone close that way, as much as they wanted to. Sigh...but that was the way things were, and always would be. It would only hurt others if they allowed themselves to get too close, because when they were found out - bah. Shaking their head, they headed to the snack bar. Now was not the time to let such annoying thoughts in the mind of the great Byakuya Togami.

The food - the other reason they had come here other than people-watching for bemusement - was far too appetizing to pass up. It tasted just as amazing as it looked, but the soft sound of strange footsteps gave the impostor pause. Oh. A cat? It wasn’t a black cat, so they didn’t think one of the people who supervised the party owned it.

Looked like they were just as interested in the food as they themselves were. Hm. What kind of food here would be safe for a cat...they didn’t want anyone to go without food, despite the ‘aloof’ mask they put on. They knew cooked fish was alright, but they doubted that was at a Halloween party. Ah! Some cooked turkey - that should be okay, given some cats had ‘turkey’ as a tinned food.

When they were sure nobody was looking, they sneakily put some on a separate plate and put it on the ground near the cat. “...Don’t tell anyone where you got this, or I’ll lie and say I had nothing to do with it.” 

Well, given strange things happened in the city, they didn’t know if the cat could TALK or not, so....