<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Evion, Richard<br/><hr/>Jon put the plate down on a nearby table finished his coughing fit.  He picked up a cup, filled it with water and returned.  He picked up his plate again and looked at the new arrival.  Where did he know him from?<br/><br/>“Hey man,” He looked at the name tag before freezing.<br/><br/>Oh shit.  He didn’t know Richard but he knew his wife, Elisabeth.  His oldest sister Bianca used to babysit her.  Violet was friends with her.  He shared various classes with Elisabeth.  She had kids.  Oh shit.  He has kids.  Oh shit.  He openly stared as he tried to think of something to say. His natural fallback to humor seemed inappropriate.  In a rare moment, he found himself at a loss for words but he certainly tried.<br/><br/>“D-dude,” He stammered, “Man.  I’m sorry for your… you have my condolences,” He smiled lamely.