Oscar floated through the mall's entrance, wondering if he'd perhaps gone a bit overboard with his costume. He took heart in the fact that no one else could pull off his particular set up and still be able to easily navigate the mall's intricate decorations. He sat in the middle of a wooden cabinet, four walls of glass surrounding. Mauve drapes made the background of the back of his set up, while red lettering with outlines of gold spelled out "Z O L T A R" in easily read script. He himself had on a middle eastern styled hat, with a large purple feather sticking up and above his head. His shirt was a golden color, while his best and baggy pantaloons were a black velvet, embroidered with ivy-like patterns of golden thread. Under his right hand was a crystal ball that glowed from a light bulb contained within. There was a slot where his 'predictions' would come out for any of stout enough heart to ask for on the right side, as well as a coin slot right above. On the left was a white button, also lit from within.

All in all, he was quite proud of his costume's effect, even as he hovered slightly off the ground, moving through the milling crowds that were the residents' of the home. His looked all round, his face covered by a black and gold version of the mask from the ever popular movie, 'V for Vendetta'. He wondered if anyone he knew would recognize his particular humor or if his regular customers would put two and two together. The resident fortune teller had opted for a costume based on his in-house profession. He was quite hungry however, and knew that he'd need something in his stomach, as well as some snacks on the side, to keep up his telepathic mode of transport. And so, he verily flew to the third floor, where the directory detailed as the dining area. "Zoltar.... AWAY!" Oscar yelled dramatically as he quickly zoomed up and over the crowds!

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Kenny had just gone through the gambit of the basement and while his heart was beating a bit faster, his skin tight suit was completely dry. He chalked it up to being torn to pieces by a shark as his origin story. It was hard to live up to that kind of true terror, once you finally realized you just couldn't die, no matter how hard someone or something tried. He was walking with a hop and a skip until he reached the dance floor, which was where he decided to bust a move. Kenny was a skillful dancer, spinning and bouncing along his back, sliding into handstands and impressive freezes, then going back to a goofy crump style when back on his two feet. He felt rather free once the mask was on. He wondered if his sword might cause more trouble than it was worth, but he'd been going for authenticity. Which explained the gun as well. Being dressed in a Deadpool costume was one thing, it took real effort to make it look like the real deal, however.

He certainly wasn't going to use either weapon. Yet neither would he put it past a certain prickish and gloomy guy to try and hurt him. Kenny had plans to meet Persephone at the mall at some point, after some continued small talk that day in the garden. He couldn't wait to find her at some point and beg a dance from her. He couldn't think of a better way to spend the night, except for maybe some horizontal dancing on the fourth floor. It'd been too long for the young man, who would forever be in the prime of his life. He didn't know how long it would last, but he wasn't going to waste a single day of his long-living youth.