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[dorkypantsuit]

Listen to me everybody! Find the others and meet me in the dining room immediately. We need to find each other now! If you're with someone you know stick together and watch each other's back.

Ringmaster if you're listening we sort of need you right fucking now!

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[whattaprick]

[ He'd totally forgotten he even had this in his pocket until it lets out a a sudden bark of noise, and he'll fumble with the talk button on one-handed. Sorry, Psi, you get this jerk again. ]

Working on it. Would help if I could tell who anyone is.

[ He sounds aggravated, winded, but not in pain -- probably obvious that he's been fighting. ]

[dorkypantsuit]

Right... Actually...

[And now people are screaming as there masks randomly fly off of their faces]

Just start pulling off random people's masks!

[whattaprick]

That's not much of a plan!

[ However, he doesn't have a better one at the moment. He also doesn't have the finesse of psychically lifting individual masks off people's faces, so...

There's a snap-boom of rushing air and yells of complaint from party guests and sounds of glasses shattering as Lambert simply knocks people flat with a spell, one woman quite loudly yelling 'You boor!' as he tips the mask on her face up to look under.

At least he listened??? ]

[dorkypantsuit]

I know, but it's the best one I've got.

[He's amounting a quickly growing pile of masks in the air as he flies over the crowd. Once he'd gotten a decent amount he destroys them with a carefully aimed optic blast. If you hear a cracking sound as one of the walls in the room crumbles try not to be too concerned.]

[whattaprick]

[ Hey, it sounds like Psi's got it under control, so that's one less body to worry about. And the Host's good mood... or lack thereof... is the last thing on his mind. ]

Then I'll see you when we've rounded up everyone else.

Try not to die.