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Beyond an understandable jump when the wine hit him, Isaac Abramson’s reaction to the incident was much more subdued than Ashe’s. He let them get their panicked apology out of their system before holding up a hand with a gentle smile and shaking his head.

[color=ADDBD8]“No need for all that,”[/color] he assured them, gesturing down at his clothes. Where they should have been stained, the wine instead beaded up like raindrops on glass, dripping to the floor without a trace. He paused to call a server over with a wave before guiding Ashe away from the puddle of wine and continued without skipping a beat. 

[color=ADDBD8]“See? No harm done,”[/color] he smiled down at Ashe, plucking a flute of rosé champagne from a passing tray without so much as a glance and offering it to them. [color=ADDBD8]“And thank [i]you[/i] for accepting our invitation. This event would be nothing without brave souls like you willing to take a chance.”[/color] He smiled warmly, and genuine interest bloomed across his features. [color=ADDBD8]“How did you find the trip up the mountain? I know it can be nerve-wracking for some. I’m not a huge fan of it myself, to tell you the truth.”[/color] 

[i]Crash![/i]

The musical sound of glass breaking from across the room hushed the party for a second, but conversations quickly picked up once everyone realized it was nothing but a dropped tray. Isaac frowned at the sight for a moment, but shrugged, turning back to Ashe with a smirk. [color=ADDBD8]“And look,”[/color] he chuckled, [color=ADDBD8]“you’re not the only one to spill something tonight.”[/color][right][sub][@LadyAnnaLee][/sub][/right][hr]
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Beneath the chandelier, Raphael Abramson was chatting airily with a few guests. As luck would have it, a few of the ones he spoke to broke away as Varia approached, and he was able to give her his full attention. 

[color=DBADB0]“You really are too kind,”[/color] he replied confidently, offering Varia a dip of the head. [color=DBADB0]“My brother is shy about flaunting, but as you can see, Reuniting is very much a vital part of our lives.”[/color] He gestured around the foyer. Beyond the lotus motif in the mandala on the floor, if one looked closely they’d find renditions of lotuses in the woodwork, adorning the crown moulding and the rails of the stairs. 

[color=DBADB0]“Truthfully though, you’re right,”[/color] he added, sounding a little more sincere than his earlier entrance. [color=DBADB0]“We were incredibly fortunate, in more ways than one as you might be able to guess.”[/color] He took a drink of the champagne in his hand, gesturing at the staircases. [color=DBADB0]“Oh, and the holograms are on a motion sensor. I’ll admit, I had a lot of fun experimenting with them when they were first installed.”[/color]

Before Varia could get out her next question, the crashing of broken glass sounded through the foyer, fairly near where the two were standing. Raphael glared at the scene of broken glass and servers for a moment, looking utterly shocked and a little perturbed, before he schooled his features into something more polite. 

[color=DBADB0]“Oh dear, these things do happen,”[/color] he half-apologized, still looking a little unsettled until his smile finally returned. [color=DBADB0]“But we take these risks for things we deem important, don’t we?”[/color]

He listened intently to Varia’s last question, nodding sagely. [color=DBADB0]“Well, not just tonight,”[/color] he corrected her gently, [color=DBADB0]“but hopefully before the week is done we’ll have more Reunited here than Fragmented. Although, if even one pair can find each other here, my brother and I will consider this event a success.”[/color] He eyed the edge of the room, where one couple were passionately kissing without a care in the world, and chuckled. [color=DBADB0]“And it looks like we’ve done it!”[/color]

He shook his head amiably, turning the conversation to Varia. [color=DBADB0]“But beyond any of that, I’m afraid I’m not sure of your name! Which of my esteemed guests would you be, Miss..?”[/color][right][sub][@Angel Vicky][/sub][/right][hr]
In the wider area, a minor commotion started weaving through the party, in the form of an average height blonde woman wading through the crowd. She wore a glittering midnight blue cocktail dress and a pair of large glasses, and trotting alongside her at the end of a short leash was a dalmatian in a blue polka-dot bowtie collar and a vest that read “SERVICE DOG - DO NOT PET”. 

The most notable thing about her, though, was that she was touching [i]everybody[/i]. She drifted through the crowd excitedly, never staying in one place for long, with her arms out like tendrils, brushing against every exposed hand or arm she could reach. Many simply gave her an odd look before returning to their conversations, but a few protested. Rather than speaking, the woman replied with sign language, which translated in the ears of onlookers as a woman’s voice cheerfully saying, [color=baa7c7]“Sorry, just trying to expedite the process!”[/color]

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