A Night to Remember (Open)

Elody wandered up to the Droflum estate, checking the invite dubiously. She was never invited to parties...in fact, she'd found this invitation simply stamped onto a park notice board, and thought it may be interesting. She was clad in a blouse and jeans, nice, but not too close to being a monkeysuit. She'd done her hair up in a bun, and was wearing the mask that the party had mentioned, a simple white one covering her eyes alone.

She was past the bouncer in mere moments, having left Tuyel at home; that probably would've been a hassle. When she got in the midst of the crowd, she looked around; not a single person was recognizable to her. But hey, she may as well meet a few new faces. Who knows? Maybe she'd even find someone connected to Pop's death.

Elody turned around as the young man bumped her. "Oh, so sorry. Nothing's touched, don't worry." She patted herself down, making sure she was dry. When she was done with that, she looked back up to the perpetrator with a broad smile. "Hey, cool mask. Where'd you get it?" She leaned backwards slightly, putting one hand on her hip and the other in her pocket.

Razie was in his personal lab sketching up another design for R.U.K.A.N when his mother had walked in and handed him an invitation, apparently Kevin Droflum was throwing a party, and as one of Piltover's popular names Razie felt the need to attend. He showed up in his usual suit and a simple black mask that covered half of his face, giving a smile to anyone who recognized him as he made his way to the closest group of ladies and did what any rich and somewhat famous inventor would do, flirt.

While he was doing this he would keep an eye out for Kevin whenever he decided to make an appearance to give thanks for hosting the party.

Passing through the Ironspike Mountains had been a cubersome task all on its own, but realizing that she lacked the supplies to make the return trip home seemed to dip her mood straight to the bottom. Still, there was no helping it. Kin had decided against wandering into the toxic waste known as Zaun, instead heading straight for Piltover to stock up. Even better, it was the home town of one of her (two) companions and what was more, she had been informed of a party. A 'gathering' held by one of the more wealthy residents from the City of Progress. She wasn't a fan of social gatherings - if anything, she tended to avoid them the best she could but opportunities like this could never come any smoother.

Her arrival into Piltover was quick. Nobody stopped her for papers, and nobody really stopped to ponder about her strange clothing. It was likely there were many travelers who stopped for the night, just as she would have done had she not been told. Kin was already wandering around when the sun had begun to set, getting herself prepared and ready for the event. She was thankful for the store that appeared to specialize in clothing and accessories from all around Valoran - with some Piltovian twists, which was really just comprised of adding multiple belts and cogs everywhere.

When evening fell, Kin found herself dressed in a simple, rather modernized qipao - dark red dragons on black and grimly reminiscent of a certain order she'd like to forget. Her hair was messy and untamed, yet she managed to pin it up into a loose bun with her braids left hanging as always. Kin had forsaken the golden jewellery and her mask (grudgingly) but she had been told that it was a masquerade. She had picked up a mask that fit snugly across the bridge of her nose, the string thin yet firm enough to wrap around her head. Following the theme of her dress, a golden dragon had been stitched into the velvet

The bouncer halted her, asking for any weapons on her person to which she forced a rather pained smile and allowed the burly man to pat her down before nodding her inside the estate. It was only in the safety of the mansion did she roll her eyes before making her way straight to the table piled with food. It was a shame she didn't have a pouch quite large enough to steal away all the delicious goodies... or a pouch at all. She stacked her plate with as much as she could carry before turning to mingle (awkwardly) with the few that had already arrived.

It wasn't long before a Demacian ship pulled into the Piltovian docks. She hopped off and smiled a little brushing her dress off slightly. She slipped her mask on and smiled at Vincent before she began to wonder through the the city. Her wand tucked into a strap in her dress.. just in case. She asked around and soon found the location to the Droflum estate. She looked up at it and cocked her head to the side.

"It's pretty!" She said, smiling before she made her way inside.

XenoS nodded slowly, face twitching as if in pain. "Yikes... That does seem like a rip off." He said. 70 valors for a mask? Damn. His fingers tapped against the cup, making a small sound as if he was trying to think of something. A name? Crap crap crap crap, a name, he has to think of a name! "It's Sam." He said so suddenly, saying the first name that came to him. He extended a hand out, willing to shake hers if needed. "It's not something I'm too heavy about. First time coming to one these parties anyways." He said with a shrug. "Not sure if I DO catch your drift though."

He turned to who she was talking about, raising a brow slightly. Well she certainly was Ionia, that was a dead giveaway. Pretty, but she's not the reason why he's here. Someone else is. Then again he wondered why she was stacking so much damn food in the first place. XenoS chuckled softly as Elody brought her to the group. Of course on the inside it was upsetting. He was starting to draw attention, having people see him up close. That wouldn't be good if something were to happen. Authority would have people to contact for details about a murderer.

He had to play it cool though, and gestured along with Elody. "We don't bite... At least she doesn't." He said with a small smirk to himself... Stab would be a better word... And shoot... And hang... And decapitate....

A lot of words would be better than bite.

Vincent took a look around, it was a huge party, a lot of people was there. Had he not been wearing his mask that covered his entire face, he'd be drinking a little too, not too much but maybe one or two glasses. It was too much of a hassle taking of the mask just to drink, so instead he just stood next to Lux, moving when she moved. "See anyone you recognize, Miss. Crownguard?" he asked her as he saw her looking out over the room.