The festivities swallow her up and she gives into it with reckless abandon. Sweat beads down the curve of her spine and gathers in the hollow of her throat as she makes her way through the throng of partying Hoennites, deep bass thrumming in synch with her heartbeat. She's spit out near the string of makeshift bars, all feverish eyes, untamable curls and one missing sandal.

Spotting a familiar face, Skyler gracelessly plonks down on one of the seats, peering from under dark lashes at her grimacing cousin.

"Heya Ma-" 

"I'm watching you, Sky." 

Her following smirk is an exercise in blalant insolence, but she throws her hands up and refrains from snatching the closest liquor bottle. For now, at least. 

After a long suffering sigh, he slides a neon pink cocktail her way, which she happily takes to her lips. She's mid-sip when she catches sight of a faintly familiar figure, draped in a sophisticated bearing that is hilariously at odds with - well, everything else.

Huh.

Curiosity draws her in, and she makes no effort to resist it. Only after she's sat closer to the woman do memories start to trickle in. 

"Ah," her voice rises over the background music and the din of the crowd to hopefully reach Elisabeth Fiorelli . "You're that goddess from the Starlight Casino inauguration." If there's a drop of shame to her, it's wholly absent from her expression or mannerisms. 

A hand reaches out to the blonde for a handshake. "Skyler Dross, ship captain."

She'd wave to Felix Gallagher , utterly ignorant of the fact that he'd been the one to nearly kill her husband.

Elisabeth Fiorelli Felix Gallagher

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"and if i were to ask? would you be team matias?"[break][break]

likely not. their interactions have been brief or in passing apart from that one time they shared a drink. surely not up to the level she and Melody Miro have.[break][break]

feeling the hand on his back, he tilts his head back over at Casey Fincher.[break][break]

"you sure you're her cousin? she's never mentioned you..."[break][break]

he's mostly teasing but he also has never heard of him.

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greyson forms a half-smile in response to the commissioner's speech. while, on one hand, it did a good job uplifting the spirits of many in attendance, on the other, it felt a bit cheap. the threat of a meteor looming was something, the threat of a meteor looming over another region because of us, was something else entirely.
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still, in the spirit of not losing his arceus damned mind, he does his best to relax.
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with a soft, pink drink nestled comfortably in three fingers, he makes his way through the crowd to see who he could recognize.

[attr="class","notes"]+1 crown to dahlia's speech.

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open to interaction!

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The thrills of splashfest vibrated off the woman's skin. Moments like these -- when the world felt absolutely electrifying -- it was hard to remember the shitshow state they were in. But, perhaps that was the point.
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When the man apologizes, Penelope offered a dismissive wave, "don't worry about it!" There were way too many people clustered together to account for. One misstep and she could easily find herself a victim to another man's parade through the crowd.
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Her gaze fluttered back to annalise henderson , glittering at the mention of the crowds. "I've got two! Worked my ass off for both of them, so I'm not sure how many more I can manage. Something about mantine surfing and I just don't click."
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“And good riddens,” she mumbles beneath her breath as the commisoner finishes explaining the tactic to send the meteor to Sea!Hoenn. Toni would have been on the first plane back to Sinnoh if it wasn’t for the dreadful dome. Now she’s stuck here with everyone else, awaiting their doom.

What better time to party then? End of the world party was right up her ally. Perhaps she should throw one . . .

Her hands gently clap together as the festival transitions from Dahlia to Melody. She can’t help but smirk at the idol’s audacity to call out her Elite Four colleague. Melody Miro is bold, Toni likes it.

Now, about that party . . . can’t start without a drink!

Already riding a nice buzz from her pre-gamming shenanigans at a local establishment, she is in no hurry. Still, she slide sup to the bar and flashes the bartender a signature smile which draws him closer. The large bill between her manicured fingers probably helped as well, “Vodka soda,” and now she patiently waits, Leaning back against the bar and scanning over the mass of people in front of her.

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@open for interaction
+1 Crown (reacting to Dahlia’s speech)

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