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Tearing at the itching clothes... one 'muse' in the mob looks for water to leap into.. a fountain, a firehydrant, anything! Another Sidhe noble, irritated beyond words, scrambles to find new clothes as opposed to the hooker outfit she woke up in before the police get called on her!

And then came the stink bug swarm! Like a smaller plague of Egypt with a lot more odor at the splats!

Further more , it's as if someone gleaned and took away the potential dreamers... before they even arrived!

A stampede of cucarachas! Muahahaha!

oh that iS IT! House Leanhaun does not handle gross well! Nor their friends! Even the balor loyalists in this party are turned off

The 'art backers' meant to be here all day... they last two and a half hours. Tops, before the last one, finding certain bugs in their food, just lose it and good day!

And if local piskies picked them clean of dross? so much the better

As for where the dreamers went? Well, Satyrs throw these parties... boggans invite folks into their homes...

Jessica can be proud! The pooka (And others) of Renaissance have triumphed!

And best of all, it focused them on the Leanhuan and not HER.....

Best of all! Even Mitra is 'Maybe give Diego a raise"

Jessica nods. "He deserves recognition of some sort." She agrees.

Tweak smirks. "You give him a big ol' sloppy kiss, B, an' he count hisself in debt."

"Hopefully that ship sailed, Tweak."

"Might save us resources"

"Pffft. Goats don' forget shit like that, B."

"I'll pass, Tweak, thanks."

"Geez, I mean, this one guy.... " Then she frowns and trails off. "Anyways...they don' forget what they wants."