House Of White Wolf
-I heard the door being answered and lifted my eyes toward the it.-

House Of White Wolf
- I never learned any of the slaves names here. There were so many and they came and went so quickly. Either they were sold or simply disappeared below stairs never to be seen again.-

Oh...there's Holly with the microphone, handling the MC duties for the shindig.

He joins in the singing, doing his best to ham it up.

Oh, she'd only looked over when Holly had, and only because she kept talking about you. But had they caught gazes, she would've smiled at you.

Holly Blanc

You keep asking Leo Sterling about if they could have their dream production, what it would be. And she keeps catching Leo's slight discomfort, as it keeps dancing around Elodie, which is who she's sure they're thinking about.

Eventually, when you turn to get the microphone, she reaches out for his hand, wincing at the feedback when you call out for her over the speakers.

Leo Sterling

Lifting her free hand to her ear, she turns to you with a lip-biting grin.

You seem to be working it well.

When you offer to let her watch videos of things you did in college, she lights up. Okay, at Julliard, which means they'll be practically-professionally done, but still. It feels personal.

If she can make it happen, she will. But you're right, she probably will have relocated by then.

That fish face and the rueful laugh make her grin, delight spilling onto her face as she calls your bluff.

Ohhh... so not whenever my schedule allows.

A quick little wink, lips twitching.

the man wore a yellow sash, having been paid to bring a sealed scroll to the house of the White wolf. He moved with a sureness of foot. He knew this area, this wasn't hte first time he'd been sent to this house, he knew he was watched long before he got to the door and annoynced himself and his business. There was a short moment of silence before the door opened and he was accepted within

House Of White Wolf
I looked up from the scroll and pointed at one of the slaves with a frown on my pretty face.

" You there..you missed a spot onthe table. Do it over"

Holly hopped up on the boulder that Madison was leaning on an hour ago, careful with her footing so that she didn't hurt herself, clutching to a (definitely not native) palm tree with one hand and holding the microphone in the other that was tied to the rainbow school-bus with the huge speakers fixed to its roof.

"Heya thanks for coming out to Leo Sterling's birthday party, y'all! Make sure you embarrass them as much as possible by pourin' on that love, if they act like they aren't into it, remember: They're an Actor…"

A spotlight clicked on from the roof of the bus, landing Squarely on Leo.

"Bring out the cake!"

Well it didn't really need to be Brought out so much as emerged from a huge iced cooler that held no beverages but instead a big, erm… well it was banded, actually. Yellow tres-leches, white vanilla ice cream, purple classic birthday sponge, and black galaxy cake arranged like a huge flag, topped with some sparklers and a wide variety of shaped and pearly sprinkles and rainbow decor.

"Okay everyone sing the embarrassing song! Haaaaaappy Biiiiirthday—"

Memories

"Super sexy combo, right?"

Like it's some kind of flex, tone filled with humour.

"No, not really. Do recordings count? I don't have Plus one, but we recorded a couple of productions at school. I haven't watched them, but..."

You travel enough he expects you won't be here whenever his next show opens. Though he will invite you.

Mouth opens, and then closes, as you call his bluff. A full laugh, just a hint rueful.

"Well, okay, you've managed to select one of the very few minutes I can't follow through. That's just unfair."

You have certainly tempted him, but no, you can't steal him from his own birthday party.

He really is glad you game, though.

Dylan Bode -

You'd totally cut off his argument before he could make it!

Holly Blanc -

Not underselling, just honest!

"I mean, yeah. Yes? Though I think I'm happiest just with the maybe-acting. Ideally also singing, maybe dancing. Or there really are plenty of shows I'd love to do that are already written, y'know?"

If they're making wishes, having someone write something would be phenomenal.

A little start at the sound of that microphone's volume, and a wince at the feedback.

Main Room
I sat at a desk in the corner of the main room. Slaves scurried around doing their tasks. I was reading a scroll I had borrowed from the vast Library and I simply ignored them as they worked around me.

looks in

Now here he thought you were going to take over being his financial planner or something. The label's finance department had so many questions about what he did, but at the end of the day, the ink at the bottom of the ledger was black.

And then you're using the PA to call over V. and he just shakes his head. Impulse control was not one of your strong suits.

"Hell yeah that's what I'm saying. Diversity is the key to a health professional portfolio! Or maybe it isn't, I'm not an accountant."

Holly waved the notion away, because she was definitely not out giving financial advice…

Even as she implied she thought it'd be fun and perhaps profitable for Ouroboros to offer something to Leo Sterling, who themself proceed to undersell by implying they couldn't write.

"Fine, like if you could hire out a writer to put together the stageplay, and you were just in the director's chair but also-maybe acting within it?"

It was a birthday, a great time to make wishes and, and…

Well she didn't even know, right? Holly tried to wave to V or shout or say something but she had an even better idea.

"Tyler! Microphone!"

The Kurt Cobain lookalike trotted over to bring her, indeed, a microphone.

"V. Vander"

OH god, that was a LOT of feedback that squeaked over the squeakers, rapidly attenuating its volume as not to blow out peoples' eardrums as she flinched and lowered the mic.

"Oop! Sorry, just testing the volume!"

When she'd started to walk away from the vendor she started walking along the beach. Cooling down from her run and sipping her water. Her mind was a million miles from here.
She hadn't been paying much attention to who was on the beach. The place was usually packed with people, especially during the summer months and these hot days we've been having lately.

Hell, if she knew you were looking at her and she had caught your eye. She might've tossed you a flirty wink. If she'd been paying attention.
At present her mind was someplace else, far away as she sipped her water and got lost in those thoughts that had been troubling her lately.

He flashes a pleased smile at you. He didn't have to argue with you to do something nice.

Ooo... credentials and debt.

Cooed as if it were some undeniable set of traits.

I mean.. sort of, but not really.

Because drunken karaoke doesn't count as a play you've worked on for months.

You offer the minute her schedule allows and she glances at her watch.

Alright then, let's get out of here.

But, it's clear she's kidding. She can't steal you away from your own birthday party.

Or... can she?

You're doing a great job, honestly. Besides, you're not the only one who is slightly unsettled by this. Then again, she was unsettled the moment you invited her to the party that Holly Blanc was throwing for you. But you'd invited her. And some part of her still believes you need her.

Stepbrother I think

Shifting sands is exactly it. Almost like you're throwing words and ideas out there in hopes something sticks. It makes her unsure how much of it you actually, truly think and believe. Then again, she often doesn't know what she believes, not one of those people who feels the need to have an opinion on everything. She's figuring it out and willing to admit it.

Just because she wants to be sure, she double-checks to who you're pointing at. V. Vander, who seems to not really even be aware you're pointing her out. Which makes her wonder why you're not calling her over.