<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/dragonball/images/4/44/Olivia_Wilde_-_my_heroine.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, mentor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Garrett Wylder, Caligus Occisus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>backstage at the table<br/><br/>“I’m still… collecting data,” she offered, smiling softly, her head almost shaking as if to warn him from pressing further. “In fact, the biggest impressions made upon me by the stylists in the parade this year? Yours…” She turned to Garrett and nodded, “and yours. You were both presented well and made impressions.” Turning back to Caligus, she wondered if that was the answer he’d been seeking. Did he understand just what kind of impression he'd made, shining in the costume of banded amor, straight and tall and virile?<br/><br/>Pulling up her glass, she sipped the last of the deep red liquid, her tongue making an appearance between her frosted lips to steal the last of the flavor. She continued to eat in relative silence, staring at the volunteer’s face, curious if his or her own outfit was blacker… or their hearts. If their minds were circuiting the same routes, guided by the instincts of their bodies. Oh, he might be poisonous but the pleasure of finding out could be worth it.<br/>