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Sumi stood on the bow of the yacht off of the private dock. With a lit cigarette in one hand, she took a deep inhale aimlessly blowing the smoke in the air. A perfect summer day to make a big splash at UAU she had decided to host a party to get to know her class in one go instead. Perhaps a bit self-indulgent but when you had a yacht and wanted to make a good impression you showed off the yacht.[break][break]


Staff members were running about the deck getting everything ready from a fairly extensive buffet to cleaning glassware at the bar. Occasionally, they would stop by Sumi and ask for directions as to where to set specific things up. “Karaoke is upstairs, drinks inside. Please put out plenty of water with easy access otherwise they’ll be coming to the bar all night for it.” she was unconcerned about how things looked on the interior. If anyone had issues with being picked up with a car service and brought to a yacht for a party with free food and drinks they had their head screwed on backwards. Despite appearances, this wasn’t to show off her wealth it was just the world she knew and the easiest way to network in her experience was with a LOT of liquor.[break][break]

Taking her phone out of her pocket with her free hand she would scroll until she found the posting she had made:[break][break]

Are you feeling Nautical?[break][break]

Sea-side after-dark party on a yacht. Free food and Drinks! Welcome to all UAU Students![break][break]

There will be a car service to bring you to the location which is xxxx[break][break]

Text XXX-XXX-XXXX for details. I can’t wait to meet you all!

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She probably could have included an age restriction for the alcohol but it was her party after all. Plus she thought it would be more entertaining to see how the rest of her classmates could handle themselves without any hard restrictions on the drinks. The dress code wasn’t too fancy with Sumi choosing to wear a simple sundress with sunflowers on the stitching. Her attention was soon brought to the end of the dock where the first cars began to arrive carrying the people she would spend the next few years with.[break][break]

Showtime.

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[Freja Helt]

When Freja heard there was going to be a huge party with tons of alcohol, she did what any self-respecting Dane would do. Pre-drink before the party to get juuust tipsy enough that she was brave enough to go. Then again, right now she was getting tipsy off of cheap beers, and when the girl had the money to host a party on a yacht, surely there would be some premium drinks too?

Are you feeling nautical?

She read the text invite again, over and over again as if she needed to confirm that it was actually real. Some people were really loaded with money weren't they? She couldn't help but wonder if Sumi was rich rich, or Zenkai rich. Before she left her dorm room, Freja paused and looked at her bat. Should she bring it, just in case she would need it for self-defense? On one hand, she would feel a lot safer carrying it, but on the other... The thought of her smashing up the yacht in a blackout drunken rage and the videos the morning after, it was enough to make her shudder. Deciding to leave it behind she grabbed her purse and headed out towards the cars.

When she finally arrived, she stepped out of the car and stared up at the yacht in awe. Due to being tipsy already, Freja had actually gotten brave enough to show up in a dress, a simple yellow one that matched her eyes. She had chosen it mostly because she didn't have that many dresses in the first place. ''Hey! Are you the host of this thing? Thanks for the invite!'' She called out to Sumi and waved as she approached, ''I'm Freja Helt, first year hero department.'' Sumi seemed nice at a glance, she was definitely rocking that sundress to the point that Freja felt a little self-conscious.

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Oh good, another one. There were not many parties thrown at UAU. Or at least, there were not many that she was invited to. And there were a lot of good reasons to not invite Jun, mostly that she was a socially awkward mess that couldn't handle people. Those that knew her a little better knew that Jun didn't like people and chose not to go to big functions like this because she couldn't handle large volumes of people. And anyone with any sense shouldn't invite her because those that were in the know knew Jun, despite being atheist, was a zealous type both searching for and striving to be the perfect hero, and nothing could be a wet blanket more than this archetype. To make matters worse, this was taking place on a ship, and a naval nerd like Jun would not be able to pass up an invite such as this. Not bothering with the driving service, she'd take public transit as close as possible to the venue and simply walk. She'd be in her best jeans (with a single hole on the right shin) and a fitting button-up light-green shirt. She was not a fan of dresses, and this would also allow her better movement in the event something happened. Along with the outfit would be the two support rings she was seldom seen without, and the chain with her mother's old ring on it. Sticking her hands in her pockets she'd trudge up the gangplank, eyes scanning the yacht. This is way too rich for my tastes...

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Party, you say?" Sebastian asked, suddenly snapping out of his nap having heard a couple of students chatting about it while walking through his napping area. Grin on his face, he quickly invaded their personal space, sticking his head right in between them and forcing his way over to look at the post on their phone. Free. Yacht. Party. How could Sebastian resist? I mean, this was it, right? This was the opportunity that he was waiting for! He had no time to waste. He needed to hurry back to his folks' home to get the supplies to pull off this con. Stopping by his folks' place, he spun a tale about how he had a job interview at a hero agency and that he needed to look his absolute best. It was a bit of a tough sale after his last lie to borrow his suit when he ended up returning it to them in a raggedy mess, but he was able to pull it off with his classic Sinclaire Charm™. He got his suit, cologne, a flat iron, and some hair wax. It was time to look (and act) like a respectable young man for once! He used the free car service because why the fuck wouldn't he. He didn't have a license or car, and he didn't want to risk getting dirty on public transportation. It was of the utmost importance that he made it to the party looking his absolute best. As soon as he got there, he went right to scout the place out, looking for his mark. He asked one of the employees who the host was, and he got pointed in her direction where he saw Freja chatting her up. Perfect. He knew Freja. This was a perfect in. "Miss Helt, it's lovely to see you again. Ah, you look absolutely...stunning! Yes, quite stunning indeed. The dress complements your eyes quite beautifully," he nodded. When he spoke, he did so with a refined Yamanote dialect while sprinkling in a posh British accent to his tone. Whereas he usually mixed several dialects in his speech to create a chaotic effect to his speech and typically did so with a sing-song cadence to make himself more playfully sarcastic, he was doing his best to appear as a dignified socialite. "Ah, how rude of me! I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, nor ignore you, Miss," he paused to look to Sumi. "My name is Sebastian Sinclaire, but please feel free to just call me Sebastian." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Sumi Okita • Freja Helt • junsuina •

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[Sumi Okita]

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[attr="class,"memoryDarkbody"]It looked like the first wave of guests had arrived right on time. Sumi quickly checked her watch to see that it was precisely 5pm and there was already a relatively large turnout for this early in the night. She was used to being punctual when it came to work, but it wasn't a big deal when it was a party. A bunch of students still poured out of the cars, some even arriving in their own vehicles and walking towards the yacht. The usual commentary was heard as they passed her on their way up and some stopped to thank her for the invite, but they were more eager to get to the free food, drinks, or taking pictures. The first person who stopped for more than a brief moment to chat was a much taller girl with a bright yellow dress "That's me" she would flash Freja a smile "Freja Helt. That must be Danish? Nice to see transfer students enrolled in UAU as well." she would give a slight bow "Sumi Okita, Hero Department and yes this is my yacht. It's a pleasure to meet you" She noticed Frejas eyes wandering and given her body language it was likely she was uncomfortable "Don't worry about all this. That color suits you! No need to feel so awkward" She would look to her right as she flagged down one of her attendants "Whiskey Sour please and thank you" The attendant would bow and then turned to Freja awaiting her own order.
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As the pair stood chatty another approached intending to start a conversation. He was dressed better than most of the attendees and even Sumi herself. From his introduction, he knew Freja previously which Sumi figured meant that this was another classmate in the hero department. His accent likely meant she was dealing with another foreigner 'Two for two' she thought to herself as Sebastian properly introduced himself. He seemed rather shaggy if there was one thing she picked up from her social obligations it was to spot a brown noser from a mile away. Even still he did make an effort to show up so she had to respect at least that "Sumi Okita. Nice to meet you, Sebastian." she would step a bit closer to Freja cupping her mouth so Sebastian couldn't read her lips and spoke softly with the subtly of a bullhorn "So you know this guy what's his deal? Is he usually like this or is he as shaggy as I think?" she would also gesture to the attendant to take Sebastian's drink order.
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A little ways away another attendant would approach Jun and welcome her to the party "Would you like a cocktail? We can make anything you would like. We have non-alcoholic options too. If you'd rather see our drink offerings please feel free to head over to the bar" he smiled as he waited for Jun to tell him what she wanted. Sumi had explicitly told all of the attendants not to take I.Ds. It was more entertaining that way.

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[Freja Helt]

That response was... Unusually sharp! Sumi had pinpointed where her name was from in seconds, when Freja was used to just being categorized as European in general. ''..Yeah! You got me. The pleasure's all mine, Sumi. It's yours? That's wild, you must be loaded.'' Thank god she had decided to show up tipsy or she would have stumbled her way through this first meeting. ''Huh? T-Thank you!'' Did it really? Oh my god now she couldn't help but feel awkward about her dress choice! Hopefully her internal panic wasn't too obvious. ''Oh, uh one Dark 'n' Stormy, please.'' She smiled at the attendant and gave a quick thumbs up. ''Miss?'' Her attention was whisked away by Sebastian as he approached. ''Thank you.. Sleepy guy?'' She muttered, he had never addressed her so formally before, and she didn't even know his name in the first place!! Not until he introduced himself to Sumi at least, talk about awkward.

''Shaggy?'' She whispered back. ''I'm not sure about that, we've bumped into each other a couple of times. Usually he's just sleepy? I think it's quirk-related.'' She made sure to smile back at Sebastian, a subtle way to let him know that yup, all was good! They weren't talking behind his back or anything! Once her drink did arrive, Freja would make sure to bow her head politely at the attendant. Trying to keep the conversation alive she brought up the first thing she could think of. ''So, what made you decide to host a party?''

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun looked over at the attendant, raising an eyebrow as he addressed her. This yacht had just about everything, it seemed. She could only smell disaster a mile away, and it'd only get worse the longer things went on. She really hoped they didn't get underway then, because the last thing she needed was to be stranded on a ship where she didn't belong. Either way, if there was to be a time to start blunting the problems of the situation now would be the best time. At least, an attempt at it. "I don't know what a 'cocktail' is, but it sounds dirty. Assuming it's some kind of alcohol thing, then I'll pass. Though I find it strange that I'd be offered a drink like that without even being asked to see ID." She'd lean forward, looking at the man and squinting. "You guys do have a liquor license, right? And you do know minors are prohibited from the buying and selling, not to mention possession and consumption, of alcohol, right?" Right out the gate, being all about the straight and narrow. Classic. "You know you could get into a lot of trouble if this got out, right?" Sumi Okita

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Sumi Okita...Nope. That didn't ring any bells. Was it supposed to? It probably should've, but it didn't. Whatever. So what if she didn't come from a household name? She had a fucking yacht. That's rich enough for his liking. "No, the pleasure is all mine, Miss Okita. Lovely party, by the way. The yacht is quite the nice choice of scenery," he smiled. Fuck. She's whispering to Freja. She's talking about him, isn't she? Fuck. Freja's whispering back. Fuck. This can't be good. Fuck. Freja's going to sell him out. Fuck. Why wouldn't she sell him out? Fuck. This is what he gets for being a jackass in the past. Fuck. AGHHHHHH, AND AFTER ALL THE EFFORT HE WENT THROUGH TO LOOK LIKE A TOOL! Fuck. Wait. Fuck. Freja just smiled at him. Fuck. What did that mean? Fuck. Did she lie? Fuck. Why would she lie!? Fuck. Freja struck him as a good-two-shoes with how she was quick to leap into action to try and save his sorry ass. Fuck. Does that also extend to being a wingman on demand? Fuck. Or was she just screwing with him by sending mixed signals so that he continues to make an ass out of himself!? Fuck. He had no idea! Fuck. Okay, he had two options: double down or come clean. Fuck. "OKAY, YOU GOT ME!" he said, interrupting the conversation right after Freja asked her question. His dialect notably shifted to its old chaotic mess, and he took up his usual lackadaisical tone. "Listen, I'm a lazy guy at heart. I don't like putting in more effort than necessary, and I'll probably end up throwing wanting to throw myself off the yacht if I go the whole night pretending to be some rich tool when you clearly already know that I'm a fraud. Since I've been caught, I'm just going to lay all my cards on the table: I want your number, Su." With all that said, it was time to loosen the fuck up. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair until his hair was back to being its usual disheveled mess, untucked his shirt, and loosened his tie so that it'd hang like a necklace. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Sumi Okita • Freja Helt • junsuina •

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[attr="class,"memoryDarkbody"]The pace was picking up as more people were arriving and getting on board. From the looks of it most of them were coming in groups and picking out a spot to socialize with their close friends. Of course, a few pockets were out of the way as they didn't want to be caught up in the crowds. Most of them had settled in seats or moved to the bow for the view. "Dark 'n' stormy? Good choice!" she smiled before taking another puff from the lit cigarette "Sleepy guy huh?" Sebastian didn't look that sleepy now. His full attention was on her since he arrived not even taking a drink when asked. 'Odd ball' Sumi thought to herself. "As for why I decided to host this party well I thought tha-" she jumped a little bit at Sebastian's sudden outburst. She listened to his...pitch. She didn't like that he was lying about who he was and the frown on her face said just that. "I don't give my number to people who aren't honest." at this point the attendant returned with her and Frejas drinks, handing them before leaving "However! I would like to get to know you...both of you especially since we're classmates." she inhaled very deeply on her cigarette before blowing pure white smoke into the air in a large cloud. With a twirl of her finger, the smoke cloud would break and float down molding itself into lounge chairs for the trio. Without skipping a beat she would plop down in her seat placing the drink into the cupholder she made and leaning back slightly "So what made you two enroll in UAU?"
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The attendant with Jun fidgeted slightly under her intense line of questioning. They weren't comfortable answering those questions and ultimately Sumi had told them to direct anyone to her if needed. First, he would try a new tactic "Ah yes what I should have offered you was a mocktail miss. My deepest apologies." he bowed to calm her down "What is your favorite type of juice or soda? I would be more than happy to fetch it for you."
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[Freja Helt]

''Been my favorite since forever.'' Freja didn't want to rat out Sebastian, she also didn't want to help wingman for him. In fact, she would like to be kept as a completely neutral party in his latest and greatest scheme. She might not know him well, but she knew him well enough at this point that she knew to be on high alert around him. Whether he was cooking something up or someone was about to stab him out of nowhere again.

She was looking at Sumi when he suddenly came clean, Freja just watching the both of them in her awkward silence as she waited for Sumi's response. Her number? Well just coming out and asking like that was surely a bold move. It was almost a shame it didn't work, as from the sound of things this was the most honest Freja had ever seen Sebastian be. ''Right.'' She looked back at Sumi with a smile, watching the smoke curiously as Sumi just casually created furniture. Eat your heart out IKEA.

''Are these...'' She pressed down on the cloudy smoke with her free hand, as if she was expecting it to phase right through. ''Is this your quirk?'' Only once she saw Sumi sitting in hers did she gingerly take a seat herself. ''I enrolled because of a promise. Me and my brother promised each other that one of us would get good enough to go to UAU.'' She took a long sip from her drink, hoping Sebastian would chime in with his own story.

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun stared at this man, a slight eye twitch coming out as he neatly dodged around her question. She glanced at the rapidly growing crowd, and based on what she could glean from his demeanor she couldn't help but feel just a little patronized. "Don't bother," she says, eyes beginning to scan around before locking on to a group. One of the figures she thought she saw coming up, but couldn't be entirely sure. "Point out the person running this place. Assuming you're not carding because they told you to." Assuming he did just that, she'd wait a moment or two before leaving his presence, giving him a side glance. "I'd suggest doing the right thing here. It wouldn't look good on anyone here if you didn't do your job to the standard of the law. If not for your sake, then theirs." As she started to walk away, she'd slowly shake her head. "Except any enterprising future hero wouldn't bother coming to an event such as this..." she'd mutter under her breath, the irony of it all not lost on her. It wasn't too late, and she could jump ship (pun intended). But there was no one else around to her knowledge to be the voice of moderation. And so she'd approach the trio, clearing her throat as her eyes glossed over them. Freja was someone she had been meaning to talk to for quite a while, and she regretted not being able to interact with her prior to this. Would be nice to get to know her a little at least...and then Sebastian of all people was here. She shouldn't have been surprised considering he was a freeloader. The third person she didn't recognize, which meant that this was who she was looking for. "I was told to come to you if I had a complait?" Sumi Okita Freja Helt Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Oh, well this isn't going to work. I'm caught, and all I do is lie, so I guess I won't be getting your bank account number after all. Bummer," he snapped his fingers. Whelp, that was entirely unproductive which means that Sebastian wins anyway. Being productive is for suckers, so whether or not he succeeded was irrelevant because both outcomes were perfectly aligned with Sebastian's ideals. Hooray! "Ick. I've got too many friends as is. I'm not interested unless you're interested, Su." he winked, hitting her with a finger gun. "Chat it up with The Frej. Maybe she can teach you how to save a life!" God, he was patting himself on the back for that one. Nobody here would probably get that reference considering it was obscure, outdated as all living hell, and none of them were even from the U.S. Actually, Sebastian didn't quite get it either since he was from London. Why the fuck did he just say that? Whatever, he nailed that one. "Jun! There's my favorite straight-laced resident party pooper! Excellent timing! Shelve the complaining: I've got something more important to talk to you about. I've gotten a few Pro Hero internship offers and wanted your opinion on which one I should go for. Now. Right now! If you don't follow me, I'm just going to reject them all and laze about in the fields as usual!" And just like that, he skipped his way out of the smoke lounge and over to the bar for his newest scheme. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Sumi Okita • Freja Helt • junsuina •

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[Zenkai Hatake]

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[attr="class","ZenkaiTitle"]Throughout Heaven And Earth [attr="class","ZenkaiSubtitle"]I Alone Am The Honored One [attr="class","ZenkaiTags"]Sebastian Sinclaire junsuina Sumi Okita Freja Helt [attr="class","ZenkaiNotes"]

[attr="class","ZenkaiExposition"]A party on a private yacht was ridiculously over the top and self-indulgent, it was the kind of excess that didn't sit right with Zenkai. But there was supposed to be good food at the party so fuck it, they was going to go. Besides, they came to this college for an actual college experience, not to be a hero or anything like that and going to a party was certainly on the list. There was also a near 100% chance that there would be alcohol which was something else on his list. As a Buddhist it was generally frown upon to indulge in such things so they'd never gotten to try it before. Now that they was on his own It was a completely different story. The golden boi definitely wanted to see what getting drunk was like.

The Enlightened one opted not to take the car service and instead opted to walk to the dock by Themselves. They were dressed in their usual attire of a tank top and robes on the bottom and wearing a pair of dark green crocs. The tank top this time had a cartoon lion's face on it with the word "Cheetah" underneath it. Zen saw absolutely no reason to dress up for the occasion, it was a college party after all, not some fancy ball.

As the titan approached the yacht they began to wonder who would actually show up to this thing. The other Abes probably wouldn't show up, Farrin and Leo were probably too busy training and Robin and Thea wouldn't want to be around a large crowd of drunk college students. Kei might? Or he would be recruited in the matter for free booze. Freja was also a decent bet, it was clear that she was used to alcohol and probably wouldn't pass up the chance to get free drinks. The final person that he wanted to see at the party was Marlene but considering she was an android he doubted she would show unless she wanted to get data about people at parties.

Upon coming onto the yacht Zenkai only realized three familiar faces. The conman from the entrance exam, The bossy girl from Farrin's training thingy, and Freja, good ol' Freja. The other two didn't really matter on top of that Zen was still sus about Sinclaire.

"Yooooooo, whaddup Batgirl" Zenkai waved as he walked over to Freja to place a hand on her head and tousle her hair. "Everyone shitfaced already?"

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[Shion Utsui]

こんばんは。 The night wind whistled past Shion's ears as he and Toto sailed through the air at a steady pace, the red-haired rider listening to a certain song on a small radio hanging off the front edge of his broom-like friend. Despite the noise which accompanied the experience of flying so high, that coupled with the loud fluttering of his clothes did nothing to deter Shion from grooving to the music. ["Feel Like Dance"]. A trance hit from the year 1996, despite all the band members having passed away around 20 to 30 years ago before Shion was even born, nothing stopped him from loudly singing the words mixed with broken English, something characteristic of early Jpop. "Feel like dance, itsuno koro ka~" He did a little dip through the air, the broom-like alien he was riding on being unresponsive to its friend's antics that they only did when alone together. "Wasure sou na toui hi~" He and Toto did a barrel roll through a cloud, before taking a dive to lower their altitude. The many shining lights of Tokyo Bay coming into view as Shion pointed with a smile. "Heeyyy, that's the lighthouse we passed by when we first moved here, right?" The blue roof was a dead giveaway, despite the lack of natural light in their general area. Toto didn't say anything, their large, round eyes merely staring ahead towards their destination. Shion looked down at his companion, disappointed that he, or maybe she, still refused to say anything. "I guess you're not feeling like it today either." He looked ahead, trying to take his mind off the failed attempt to communicate. The yacht slowly came into view, giving Shion something new to get excited about. He broke into a smile again, pulling out a small mirror to look at himself in. "Ohmygodohmygod- we're here! Do I look okay? Is there anything on my face?" He asked Toto, despite the broom-alien saying basically nothing, not even a small noise to give credence to the possibility that they acknowledged what Shion had just said. Realistically, Toto wouldn't be the one to blame. Shion should have done this check-up before he left for the party. "I need to look my best; these are going to be my peers I'll be seeing every day! Maybe even a few upperclass- oh no, I forgot to clip this one!" Amidst their hyperactivity over looks, Shion was now stuck looking at a single pinky finger in dread. He could have sworn that it looked short enough before he left home, but on second inspection it was very much grown over the length of comfort. Determination flared up within him as he took out a pair of clippers from his bag, true to the spirit of refusing to accept defeat. "No, it's not over for me yet! I still have. . . 20 seconds?" Shion wasn't very good at basic math. He actually only had around 10 seconds to spare before he'd be within literal meters of the yacht. "Come on- come on. . . !" He struggled to clip the nail as both hands were required for this act, making him wobble as he made half his brain focus on clipping that dang nail, with the other half taking over balancing. Unfortunately, this small effort to clean himself up might have made things worse for both of them in the long term. The duo proceeded to basically crash-land on the deck of the yacht with a loud noise after spinning out of control for a brief moment. Thankfully due to their entry-level rank, there was no actual damage to the sturdy yacht itself. Perhaps only some skid marks on the floor as Shion and Toto both slid across the smooth surface, spinning along the way as they slowly came to a halt. Flat on their backsides. Regardless of where they had landed and made their stop, the young man and the alien creature were probably in the presence of several, if not all the partygoers.

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

[Marlene Lovechild]

Like everyone else, Marlene had received the invitation.

The automaton girl was ... uncertain what to make of it. The lady that invited her was someone she never knew or met personally, making an invitation to such an assembly very ... unexpected. But not unwelcomed. She was hardly the person to be invited anywhere, and the occasion to engage in socializing with other students was conducive to the purpose for her creation. Mother did not mind either. She likely wanted her 'daughter' out of the house, so that she could engage in undisturbed alcoholism. 

Still, Marlene was waiting for a call. 

She and Zen were seeing each other for a little while now. It was customary for the man to call and invite a woman to a congregation. So said the book on manners and courting etiquette that she read. Alas, there was no call. Perhaps it was presumptuous of her to expect one in the first place. As the time drew closer, Marlene assumed none was going to come, and chose to go on her own. The choice of clothes was not a problem - she only had one favorite dress. Black and white, very proper, almost maid-like in appearance. Black stockings, well-shined shoes. A frilly white shirt to go along with the dress. Her mother's perfume. 

At the aforementioned time, the automaton girl arrived at the pier, where the boat was. She walked towards it, heavy thuds against wooden planks with every step. Water was not something she preferred, given what she was. But, at the very least, she was in no danger of drowning, should push come to shove. There were come people already, among them Marlene could guess the familiar hulking figure of Zenkai. 'So he did choose to come.' - she noted to herself. Wondering if she should have felt upset or not, in this situation. But there was just... nothing. Except for maybe a slight appreciation that there was a person she knew, and who she could spend time with. But first things first. 

"Good evening. My name is Marlene Lovechild. I have received your invitation. Thank you for having me." - her tone was neutral, and the automaton girl was very polite. She even gave the lady meeting them a small curtsey at the end, slightly tilting up the edges of her dress. Her unblinking eyes briefly fixed on Sumi, matching the face to the name. 

"Sumi Okita, correct? This is for you."

Marlene presented the girl with a small giftbox,  tied with a cute ribbon. Inside there was a chocolate bar, and a small wind-up toy mouse, with a key in its back, a tail made of a spring, two wheels, and whiskers made out of string. When wound up, it would roll around in a small circle and make squeaking noises. Marlene made it herself. She just felt it was rude to show up without a small gift to the host, of some kind. Tis how she was raised. If allowed on board, she would walk over, and the boat would incline a tiny bit to the side under her weight, when her foot reached the edge of the deck.