Great. Another one of these Occult parties. You made your way over to the bar, where Solaris cleaned the glasses and cups. He seemed to be beginning to recognize you as a regular there, and remembered your usual. He slid you a vodka lemonade, so you began spinning on that. Your thoughts unconsciously drifted, twirling around the stuff with the rebels, the GATOs. Being one. Disguising yourself as a servant for one of the pompous freakshows in this stupid Aristocracy that ruled half the multiverse.

As you began drowning your brainwaves in russian comfort juice, you noticed the storeroom door in the back opening from the inside. Huh...you didn't think anyone used it. Out of the storage closet walked two animatronics. The tall, thin, peacock-like one that you'd seen, named Viscount Perderé, and a shorter one that looked impish..you think his name was Prince Sanguine Soluna. You saw Perderé caress the Sanguine's tail, a display of affection. It was immediately shrugged off by Sang, as he left the tall peacock animatronic behind and walked over to the bar, and sat in the stool right next to you. You heard them mumbling to themselves...

"I can't believe you. Thank Gaia you didn't make him scream, otherwise the entire palace would've heard it..."

Said one voice, snide and disappointed sounding.

"Hey, i wasn't going to anyway, brother....we're careful enough."

Muttered another, sounding exasperated. Two voices....from one animatronic? Sanguine's tail twitched, and curled around the back of the stool he sat in, resting his head on the bar as Solaris spun him a Bloody Mary.