<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8665/th/pre/f/2014/155/c/8/white_fairy___stock_by_mariaamanda-d7l12qi.jpg)</div>Name:  Elia<br/>Location: Banquet<br/>Tagging: Isobelle, Hudson<br/><hr/><br/>Just when the champagne was flowing down through the lightweight Elia to all the right places, blending with Isobelle’s touch to create the perfect concoction of hormones in her blood...Elia belatedy started to pick up on the commotion in the crowd nearby. Her mask turned when Isobelle’s did, and she followed the other woman’s gaze, and stood up to get a better view. It dawned on Elia, and she threw her mouth open as if to let out a scream like Isobelle - but her throat went dry instead, sound choked off. Elia was like the proverbial deer in the headlights for a moment.<br/><br/>Then a whimpering…”.....Eep! Omigod omigod omigod...” trickled out. “This is like...some sort of murder mystery guessing game entertainment thingie right haha, hahah, ha...ha...ha….” Elia thought she spied paramedics and-or law enforcement, and the body being carried...yep, the Count.<br/><br/><em>Was I the last one to dance with him? Ohhhh….uhoh….</em><br/><br/>She looked around to make note of the curiously familiar White Wolf. She had bumped into him at the end of a dance with the count, and segued into the White Wolf’s arms. If she needed an abili, to confirm that she was departed from the Count’s company while he was still just fine, that White Wolf would prove more of a lumberjack to her Red Riding Hood.<br/><br/>Her fingers went white knuckled - well, whiter knuckled - as she squeezed Bella’s hand. Also a potential key to her ability...and more immediately, she felt much much safer in company, with her, and the Norse god who’d greeted them.<br/><br/>“Please! Sit with us!” Elia squeaked. “I feel like some murderer’s less likely to mess with us with you here! My lord - err, Sir? - Thor - don’t suppose you brought like a big axe or hammer or something to keep any culprits at bay? Ha..ha...” Elia laughed nervously. She also thought she remembered noticing him and Isobelle getting along nicely in a dance earlier, which could only be all to the good now.<br/><br/>Elia had a terrible thought - what if the champagne had been poisoned? Or the sweets? She told herself, surely lots of other people would've dropped by now if it were that.<em>All the same...maybe it's time to let the ol' bulimia come back up...so to speak...</em><br/><br/>She told Isobelle, “I’m game to try to get out, yeah...it’s worth a try, go around and try some doors and windows or something, and even if we can’t get out-out, maybe try to find some mre secluded room we can lock ourselves in for a little while, or at least not have anyone else at our backs, while this blows over…”<br/><br/>Elia noticed she’d put her back to the table. She was starting to become paranoid at the thought of any masked mystery persons creeping up anonymously behind her. Still squeezing Isobelle’s hand, she unconsciously put her other hand on the reassuringly strong-looking. and apparently strong-feeling too, ‘Thor’, like some sort of silly damsel in distress cowering behind a knight of old.<br/><br/>She started looking around, thinking about her own suggestion for finding somewhere secure to get to, or some means of egress.<br/>