Genevieve looked over each of the other new arrivals. They certain made up quite the bunch she decided, one pair of arms crossing over her chest.<br/><br/>Her attention once more went to Felix as he began to announce something. Her head tilted slightly to the side, Genevieve listened, curious as to where this was going when the line of mannequins approached. That was certain something to behold. She took in each of their forms, noting that each was slightly different from the next, despite being dressed identically to the next. Pulling her gaze from the forms as they posed, Genevieve was a little suspicious as to how this whole thing worked.<br/><br/>First, Felix had said they were all already on the guest list, and as far as Genevieve knew she had not called ahead, sent a message, or anything of the sort to say when she would be coming, or even if she would be coming for that matter. And now they had mannequins dressed in robes made specifically to their measurements. Not creepy at all.<br/><br/>As Felix explained that they had to find the mannequin with their measurements, and seemingly programmed (or how ever they worked) to bring each of them to their own room and even get upset if they weren't followed.<br/><br/>As they were let loose to find their mannequin, Genevieve felt she had it easier than the others, after all, how many four armed people did you see standing around? Not that many. Locating the mannequin whose robe spelled her name, Genevieve glanced over her shoulder at the others before following it down the long hallway.<br/><br/>As she followed Genevieve grew curious as to what exactly Felix had meant by the mannequins getting upset if they deviated from the path. She had no intention of finding out herself, but made a point to ask about it later. Before long, she was led to a room, one that was much better than the one she had had back home. Heck, anything was better than back home.<br/><br/>Changing quickly, Genevieve wondered if the mannequin needed some sort of command to lead her to the grand ballroom, or if it would somehow sense that she was ready.<br/><br/>"Um...let's go?" She said as more of a question than a statement. Thankfully the mannequin knew what to do (and had likely known all along) and easily led Genevieve to her next destination.