#carnival

(One dance was all, though, that Ice seems inclined to give, and he heads back towards the wall near Thirteen, resting his back against it, and leaning on the cane two-handed in front of him)

She steps away from her table after a bit, pocketing her cards and change. "Are you ready for the next court?" She whispers to Ice.

Baron Samedi moves to the Fool (Former Baroness) and begins to twerk with her almost lewdly!

"When Ghost is," (Mutters) "Bringing Earl, too, if he wants to go?"

She nods. "I do not see a way of leaving without him." Then she blinks. "Is he twerking? Trolls should not twerk." One brow raised.

Eventually, the clown whirls to the edge of the dance floor - catching her breath.

(He follows her eyes, and stares) "What was IN that punch?"

She waves Zara over when she is finally freed from her admirers. Though that satyr does try to present her with his number and a final rose.

She looks to Ice. "I thought you spiked it."

"Wasn't me. Didn't know he'd be here. Maybe should take a sample back for study."

A smile and a shake of her head. She directs the satyr towards a likely bogganess.

When Zara makes her way over she nods a bit. "Good job. Are you ready to move on? Would you like to bring Earl? Didn't know he twerked." Said deadpan.

The Baroness almost seems to be pouting. Looks more than disgusted. But with a jab from her advisor she puts on a smile, of a sort. She will be in resting bitch face mode for the rest of her life, for sure.

"I... would he be intruding?"

Earl pats her more than a little condescendingly, "Good breeding hips," And heads over to join the sluagh

(If Ice heard that, he's probably choking)

"I will not lie Miss Zara. It is a darker place than this. I must swear all I bring to secrecy." She looks up as the troll joins them. "It is the other side of summer. But both sides make us what we are."

At the pat to her hips the Baroness looks more than angry. Though she holds her tongue. Well aware of the rules of the night.

"Unseelie court...well, they do honor the rules of safety for carnival right?" he says still effecting an accent of the charaacter he plays

"I can promise such...."

"Won't mess with anybody there."

She looks to Earl. "All fae will leave in safety. Unharmed perhaps, but I cannot say unchanged." A pause. "If you wish to go I need your promise. Secrecy always."

"I need not an oath. A simple promise is enough. "

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"I can and will promise" He says

"And won't say nothing."

He gives another nod

She leads the way back to the picture they came from. "Back to the garden then, then to a different trod. The trip well be a touch longer. But not by much." She steps though the solid looking picture with no hesitation.

He follows still grinning from ear to ear. It would appear he indulges his petty streak on Carnival night, at least on sidhe that don't play by the 'rules'... "I'm not sure how things turned around so quickly there. I thought she'd put up more of a protest."

(He looks back before following, grinning himself)

The trod is much like before. Lit up bright, the sound of the party following them. Calm and safe. If not for a few party goers gazing up at the odd chimerical sky. "Miss Zara." Thirteen states. "That was brave of you."

"I tripped the guard." (He lies, easily) "Don't know what Ghost did, but it worked."

"She didn't have a hat."

He raises a brow at ICE's comment, but grins at Zara's mention

And follows

Thirteen nods. "But you made it so she did."

She blushes. "There was a distraction, yes? S-so."

"Well, it wasn't the first time ICE let me lead..." Wryly

"Yeah, you dance pretty good. Twerk on me, though, you not gonna like where this cane ends up, vershtay?" (The Brooklyn accent in full force)

(But he grins as he says it, sardonically)

"Relax, I keep telling you, I don't drink the water either." chuckle

"You said we should stick together where we're going, right?" (Remembering)

Their chatter is light and the trip is short. Before to long they find their way back into the garden. Thirteen turns to them then. Her red eyes glittering. "Forget yourselves this eve. Let your fae nature show. Let it out and be who you are. At least who you are in the darkest of shadows." She leads them towards the hedge maze and enters with in. "Take hands, do not get lost." She takes Ices hand. "This part is tricky." She waits for the others to attach.

(He grasps Thirteen's, then reaches for Zara's)

Ice's with one hand, Earl's with the other...

He holds onto Zara's hand firmly, and ..well, there's no one on his other. He follows. "That sounded a little samhainish" at the comment on darkest of shadows.

Then she leads them through the maze in a twist of turns that seem almost impossible to remember. Then suddenly they are on a trod. Thirteen drops Ice's hand. "Do try and stick together. Do not stand out to much. Go with the flow." The silver path lays at their feet. But this trod is much different than the one they were on. Dark glamour washes over them all. The trod is infused with a tacky darkness. It seems thick. To the right of them flows a river of red. Above them they can hear the flapping of leathery wings. A large pair of them.

"Oh...." dark eyes gleam from behind her domino mask, taking it in with a certain delight.

(He inhales the dark Glamour, eyes glittering behind the mask, and looks up at the sound of wings. He stays near the two Seelie, although he doesn't seem too worried about Thirteen, surprise surprise)

Earl takes it in... and feels strange indeed. the dark glamour, coupled with the anonymity of the night, is a heady mix he's not used to.