The Exploits of Misfit Company

Musicians begin to play as Vastra returns to the table and consumes more brie and another glass of wine while reminding herself of why she doesn't bother with familiars. Once she finishes she looks at Stella. "Would you like to dance with me?" 

Kasha looked confused. “What the?“ She turned to Obsidian. “She just..walked off..? Wow. We got off easy this time. Little does she know she ****ed up by doing that hhhhhhhhhhhhkhkkh. Come on..! Let’s go check out that room over there.”

Obsidian gave her a look of agreement and trotted off with both of them acting as if they belonged there, or were lost. Truth was, neither was true, but there was more trouble and mischief to be had, and the night was young.

It was time to execute: Operation Yogi.

Yvan can't help but smile at Alys' words of reassurance, glad to know she had his back too had he needed it. Though, the brief moment in which her cheek had brushed against his knuckles is when he feels his heart skip a beat, his smile faltering as a result. When he returns his hand, he subconsciously begins to rub the area with his other hand, wondering why such a motion caused such a reaction from him. He tried to focus on what was being said, but couldn't stop his cheeks from burning.

Despite the calamity going on behind them, Yvan nods to the girls in understanding at the revelation of what the 'brie' was, and that 'caviar' is normally a bit weird, but it tasted fine to him, albeit a bit salty, but he had always liked salty foods. It wasn't until he heard the crashing sound of something toppling over that his attention was where Kasha had been, sheepishly showing off the fork she supposedly had lost. He cracks a smile at her, and simply gives her a congratulatory thumbs up at the feat.

When he looks back to the table (Kasha most likely using the opportunity to run off somewhere else), his brows furrow slightly, seeing Hoodini in place of Alys, and while Vastra returns to the table, the barbarian notices the cleric's manicured hand pop up from under the table to slide her wine glass to where she had been hiding herself. Yvan lifts up the table cloth, leaning over to see her hiding herself in, what he had to assume was, embarrassment. A frown would cross his features ask he asks, "Are you okay...? Do you want to step out for a bit?"

Alys would be almost done chugging her wine glass when Yvan would lift the cloth to find her. She'd dribble a little, but finish it, hastily dabbing herself dry with a different part of the table cloth. "Heh..." The elf would breathe. "You'd think I'd get used to it..." The corner of her mouth would pull back into a bit of a shy smile. Her head would tilt noticing his frown. "Sorry. I'm okay!" Alys would reassure, feeling terrible if she'd have to pull anyone away so early into the party. There was no way her cheeks blush anymore. She'd look to Hoodini. The wizard just honestly was not expecting him to get scooped up into Kasha's shenanigans. But then again... She'd shake her head and start to laugh. It was easier for her to appreciate the innocence and tomfoolery when it felt like there are less eyes around for her to fear judgement.

Her laughter would startle Hoodini, sending him fluttering up on Yvan's shoulder. Putting a hand up to her mouth, Alys would eventually stifle her giggles. Her eyes will look to Yvan realizing she's probably spent too much time hiding under the table. The elf will reach out to pull herself back up into her seat, apologizing again. "Do you think we should go looking for her? Or let her have her fun tonight?" Alys would tilt her head as she'd ask the question, trying to coax Hoodini off Yvan's shoulder with some snacks.

Kasha and Obsidian:

"Ok, it's time for..Operation Yogi."

Obsidian gave Kasha an obtuse look.

"Yeah, and you can be Boo Boo this time."

He nodded once, satisfied.

"Do you remember what to do?" she said, nearly losing her composure to giggling.

He nodded again, and "fainted" on the floor, lying limp with his little tongue sticking out. She picked him up with her hands and he remained limp in her arms, "pretending" to be very ill. Kasha ran into another part of the gathering hall that was a distance away from the kitchen, kicking open the door and changing her face of giggling to panic immediately.  

"Help!! Help!! My cat!! He's not feeling well! Please, help me! I think something bit him! Oh, please! Help!" she screamed dramatically, placing him on a table, where, per the script, he remained limp and very "dead". He even crossed his eyes as his tongue dangled out of his open mouth. Employees, sensing Kasha's distress, curiously came to the table. "Oh, please, hurry! Come quick! Everyone! Help!" she continued, placing her open hand on her forehead like some Disney princess in distress. "Look! I think he was bitten!"

The employees gathered around. She backed up slightly, and pushed them together. "Maybe..it was a.." she said dramatically, and went silent. In the next moment, all the employees heard from Kasha was the deafening roar of an enormous brown bear, which was now standing in her place. The employees turned white, inhaled very deeply, and..

Everyone else: You can hear employees screaming for their very lives among the roaring of a huge bear. A huge ruckus is being caused somewhere in the gathering hall.

"Someone else can deal with it this time." Vastra says as she awaits Stella's response.

When Alys laughs, Yvan's look softens as a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, glad to see she was truly doing okay instead of just saying it to ease him. Though he hadn't anticipated Hoodini to flutter over onto his shoulder, only being taken aback for a second before relaxing and giving the owl a small scratch on the head as the elf brought herself back up to the table.

As Yvan opens his mouth to answer Alys' question, screaming again can be heard, this time louder than before, but again, he seems to be unfazed by this. After a few years, you kind of just get used to it. "We could. We wouldn't have to look too hard though... just need to follow the screaming and we'll find her soon enough, I think..." He considers with a light chuckle, then gives a look to the cleric. "... What would you like to do? I'll follow you, whatever you decide."

Obsidian stopped playing dead and leapt onto Bearsha's back. Bearsha roared so loud, spittle splashed all over the employee's as they freaked out and began to run away while screaming. The more they scurried and screamed, the more Bearsha grew louder and more ferocious. Already standing, she awkwardly walked towards them, her arms outstretch in a menacing manner to anyone who got too close. To accent her point, she smashed and pushed furniture out of the way, and for good measure, she rampaged into the kitchen and gave those *****es a another scare, too.

It was a miracle none of the hosts figured anything was wrong. But just to make sure, she lumbered into the main dining room, covered in chocolate and other sauces, took a huge breath, and roared mightily in an attempt to scare the **** out of these people, too.

Vastra holds up a Fire Bolt in her hand since it's her least damaging offensive spell and she never bothered to learn any spells that can take someone down without blowing them up. "No! No! You are being an incredibly bad bear right now!" She says to Bearsha, treating her less like a dangerous animal that somehow got loose and more like a Druid that's being too naughty.

Bearsha stops roaring and Obsidian peeks out from her shoulder. She gives you a look that says basically two things. One, she's a little disbelieving of the fact you'd fire bolt her, especially when she's been a mischievous piece of crap for a long time and you've never threatened to do so before, and two, she's starting to get a little annoyed with you cock blocking her fun. Obsidian agrees.

Alys would wince, sucking some air through her teeth. She'd peek with one eye, and Yvan seemed completely unphased. A chuckle left her lips when would too while pointing out how easy it would be to find the druid. Her eyes would narrow playfully suspicious. The elf had asked him what to do first, sort of, and now he's managed to make the decision hers.

Her eyes would dart to Vastra and Stella, with Vastra seeming unphased. Turning her head, Alys would look to the commotion to think for a moment. She'd take a breath, smiling softly before looking back to Yvan. "Considering all the opportunities to cause trouble at the spa, Kasha didn't. I suppose we can give her this one?" But then, what do they do if they're not chasing after their mischievous druid?

Alys would pat her finger on her nose for a moment before remembering something. "Oh!" She'd start rummaging in her clutch again this time she'd pull out a few items. "I asked Stella to help me get these... I never had a chance to hand them out before we were ushered in." The elf would have to line them up on her lap because they wouldn't all fit in her hands. "I wanted us to all have something matching for tonight. It's cheesy but..." They were corsages and brooches with matching Ms. "Something to unite us as Misfits." Alys would thumb one of the lapel brooches and hold it up to Yvan's chest where it would be pinned to his suit. She'd look to him if he'd want her to pin his for him. "Maybe we can send Hoodini in to deliver Kasha hers." And he can keep an eye on her, or help her... And I can approach B and gift him his sometime tonight... "And, if you'd like, help me gift Vastra and Stella theirs?" She'd use her chin to gesture to the girls on the dance floor, enjoying themselves. Alys would smile at them dancing to the music before looking back to the pin held to Yvan's chest then up to his face, "What do you think?" 

Then more roaring and screaming, and Alys' attention is snapped back to Vastra's direction threatens a bolt of fire. The elf would blink.

Yvan’s brows would raise at learning that Kasha hadn’t caused trouble when at the spa, surprised that she didn’t try to pull something. Maybe because she was spending time with the girls? Or because she knew she would get her fill tonight, as she definitely was right now. 

He tilts his head when she lines up bunches of flowers on the table, unsure of what they were until she pressed one against his chest. “They’re pretty... I like them a lot. I’ll help, but...” He looks up to her with a sheepish smile. “Do you mind...?” He would gesture down to where she had her hand, wanting her to pin it for him. He was afraid of messing up the design with his hands somehow, certain that if she had done it, it would still retain its beauty.

However, just as Alys’ attention had been drawn back to Vastra, so does Yvan’s, his brows creasing at the sights of the fire bolt. Despite him doubting that she would actually hurt Kasha for her mischiefs, the Goliath excuses himself and gets up from his seat to impose himself between the two, ensuring that if the bolt was cast off, he would be able to stop it.

”Enough.” His voice would come out stern, to both Vastra and Kasha. “Vastra, there’s no need for that, and Kasha,” He turns to the bear. “Come here. And not as a bear, please.”

Alys would nod, moving her hands to her lap when Yvan would excuse himself to handle the situation. He always was the best one at grounding Kasha, heck, all of them. A part of her twinged with guilt realizing the weight they all may put on his shoulders without realizing it. Her eyes would soften as she’d watch him impose himself between the girls. 

Alys would look at the bundle of items she pulled out, placing Yvan’s back in line with the others. Maybe not... It was silly anyway... She’d touch each one, including hers, eventually settling on the brooch intended for Bixby. Her eyes would glance up to the others with Kashburr then pan over to find B. Should he still be on his ‘perch’ observing from the corner of the room, Alys would turn the trinket in her hand a couple times before pocketing it.

Leaving the rest of the items at the table where she sat, now that everyone else has left their seat and are occupied, the elf would finally leave hers too. Alys would weave through the crowd, making her way to their changeling who strategically placed himself in a corner. The cleric will approach with a genuine smile, “Nobody puts Bixby in a corner.” She’d jest, or well, tried anyway. Her eyes would search Bs if he’d look to her. “Hi B.” She’d say softly.

After the initial ‘standard’ greeting, Alys figures Bixby would be waiting for the actual reason for her visit. She imagined he’d engage in her pleasantries as if just going through the motions. Unable to think of anything else, the elf would reach a hand out, “Dance with me?” It was her attempt at another small jest to make light of something. No she didn’t know if she remembered how to dance, and yes, she had hoped to have taken Vastra’s advice to have danced with Yvan first, but he had his hands full. Besides, it was B. She trusted that if he would humour her with a dance, he’d still be a gentleman and teach her if she misstepped.

The cleric would take a breath. “I owe you an apology, B.”

Vastra extinguishes the bolt. "I apologize. I don't have any spells that can knock Kasha out of bear form without doing damage."

Stella comes out of her absence of internet telepathic conversation with Obsidian with a sigh. "Obsidian," she calls, making sure to speak out loud as well as in his head so there's no chance of misunderstanding. "You too. Come over here."

Obsidian lets out a puff of air and curls up on Kashabear's shoulder, blue flames flickering.

Kashbear sighed loudly, her bear lips flapping in a raspberry in resignation, but she stood her ground, taking a chance. She shook her head no, and sat down heavily on her rump. She made some noises, speaking, but it was impossible to understand her. It sounded like she was grumbling or complaining.

Yvan passes a nod of understanding at Vastra, glad that she called the flame off, then turns to the defiant bear. “If that’s how you want to do it...” Yvan sighs, approaching Kasha before saying, “You may want to go back to Stella, Obsidian. I want to talk to Kasha alone.” He’ll give the familiar a moment to do so, and had he not, he will apologize.

Without much of a warning, the barbarian would pick up Kashbear in a fireman’s carry, hefting her up to ensure she was secure on his shoulders prior to bowing slightly to the (possibly still terrified) onlookers. “Carry on.” 

He’ll then make way over to a more secluded area, preferably somewhere outside if allowed to, and sets her down gently on the ground. The goliath would give her a moment to see if she would de-bearify, but if not he merely sits down next to her.

”I didn’t bring you out here to reprimand you, Kasha,” He assures. “I just want to talk to you.”

Kasha doesn’t de-bearify just yet, but sits harumphed on the floor, listening with a sour yet curious face.

Obsidian jumps off Kasha, but follows the pair from a distance, not entirely willing to just leave.

Once Yvan and Kasha are gone, Stella glances at Vastra. "Ah...I believe you offered a dance?" she says with a smile.

"I did indeed. Do you accept?"