Kennedy had been leading the group through the glass tunnel, dark water and bright colored sea creatures surrounding them on all sides. Posters were scattered on the ground, "Evolution in a bottle!" "New Incinerate Plasmid!" "Evolve Today!" Some man with the name of Ryan has his company mark plastered on nearly everything here, and Kennedy wonders if these plasmids are similar to the vigors she and nearly every member of her team is juiced up with right now. Before she can carry the thought any farther, a smooth voice cuts through the quiet moment and addresses them. Ken turns, looking over her shoulder to see a sharply dressed man donning a rabbit mask.
"You all must be the casting crew, the ones who where wearing those hideous costumes from earlier." The man speaks up with a curious tone, and Kennedy narrows her eyes at the man. She takes a hesitant step forward as he continues to talk, "You all have been selected by Mr. Sander Cohen himself to preform in his new play. He heard of you through a shopkeeper, believe it or not, and immediately pulled you for the job!" A shopkeeper? What the--- Oh shit. This can't be good.... "You must be so excited, it is a great honor to work for Mr. Cohen. Let me warn you though, he hates when his art is delayed, so do not be late." With that, the man places an invitation in Kennedy's hand and turns on his heel, muttering something as he walks away.
Kennedy looks down at the card in her hand, You are cordially invited to the studio of Mr. Sander Cohen on this evening of November 14th, 1959. You are to be present at the time of 6:45 PM, please be prompt! Mr. Cohen looks forward to your presence. She tilts her head to the side in thought, looking up to discover the white suit man has already disappeared down the hall. Kennedy turns back to the group, a concerned look on her face. She looks at Leroy and Jeff as they both look to her for any indication of where this may take them. Ken purses her lips together into a flat line and looks back at the invitation card, decorated in bright colors and art-deco letters. Something about the whole ordeal was intriguing, though she knew that Cohen had to know they were the ones who just charged him a hefty bill for their new wardrobe.
"Well boys..." She gives them a shrug. If this masked man was able to find them so quickly and so mixed in with the rest of the crowd, another henchman is sure to be able to track them down as well. Kennedy weighs the options: Take up the invitation and face the situation head on, or attempt to blend in to the crowd and escape without much confrontation. But Ken knows the luck of her Songbirds, and it usually isn't in their favor. "Alright, what say we take Mr. Cohen up on this generous offer? Never know, there might even be cake." She winks playfully at the group and a smirk plays across her face. "We might not be so bad at this acting business, boys."