Alice was...late. And not even fashionably so, having never been the sort that paid much attention to social games. She was here because she "knew" she needed to be. But despite feeling a certain amount of destiny pulling her to this meeting, she still ended up late. Seems like traffic makes no allowances for fate. "I wonder who else they got?" she thinks to herself. 25 Grand would attract a lot of nutjobs, that's for certain...but they must have weeded out the worst of the lot. Unless, of course, this was all a publicity stunt....<br/><br/>Having already made it this far, the only thing left for her to do was to find the damn table the rest of the gathered were sitting it. She hated to ask anyone, wanting to figure it out herself...but she doubted it was a case of 'look for the table with all the weirdos'. She cast about the room, trying to find the one person she should be able to recognize, the host (and source of the money, should she survive...)