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Ian and Henry had satisfied themselves with all the sugary goodness on offer for the moment and begun to wander the rest of the party, looking for entertainment. Henry had spotted Leonidas, which wasn't exactly hard.

Ian shook his head. "No way, I'm not going over there. The other one said he'd cut us down. What if this one actually does?"

Henry smirked. "You scared?"

"Yeah! Why aren't you?"

That was not the answer Henry wanted. He scowled, which he could do quite impressively with his long face. "Ian, it's a party, and it's the PPC. We're totally surrounded by people who probably have knives and stuff. Nobody's gonna hurt us. Don't be a baby." He marched toward the legionary.

Ian sighed, shook his head, and followed. Technically, he was older, so it was probably his responsibility to save his friend's life if it came down to it, even if he was being really stupid.

"Hi!" Henry called out once he got close enough. "Who are you guys?"

(( Henry's logic here is unimpeachable. {= P I couldn't resist the urge to try and get him into a conversation here. He has opinions about the original Leonidas and certain portrayals thereof thanks to his association with Agent Suicide. ))

"Your face! Oh, Loki, it gets people every time." She patted Charlotte bracingly on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure this kid is safe from goblins here, so I don't mind breaking with tradition." She snickered some more, but then her face softened. "Nah, but for real, I know what his name is. It'll be good. Don't tell Derik, though. I can still get him sometimes if I trot out the really old ones, like Hugefarts."

Derik, blissfully unaware of the content of the conversation, regarded Gall with a mixed expression. "She does have her moments," he said, then shook himself and turned back to Ix. "I'm sorry. Did you want to talk to me, or...?"

"Well, yeah," said Ialthos. "Of course you do. You're practically a walking one."

Ferrux chuckled. "You don't mean that..."

"Oh yes I do, especially dressed like that!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Both of them looked at each other. And then they burst out laughing.

And then, because she still had all the maturity of a two year old, she pulled.

The Aviator was by her side in a flash. "Elanor, we don't pull hair," she said, taking the Time Tot from Dilx's arms. Elanor screwed up her face, looking like she was about to throw a tantrum, but the Aviator put a finger on Elanor's lips, beginning to hum.

"Let's move over this way," Zeb hastily suggested to Animus and Dilx. "They might be a while."

Ix's hands shook as she took her food, and she had to remind herself that she was wearing gloves—he had no proper way of telling it was her. "She's really excited. I think it's sweet."

It took Charlotte a moment to remember Gall's home continuum. "Well, I think Dogbreath is pretty good for where you come from," she said. "But it doesn't sound like something that'd fit Derik's home continuum?" She hugged herself, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in her chest. "Maybe you two could find something that would be a compromise."

At best, Gall was too pleased with herself to realize she was probably making everyone in earshot uncomfortable. At worst, she didn't care. "They tell me it's a boy. Still can't believe you can actually know that already." She shook her head, then leaned in with a confidential air. "Hey, what do you think for a name: 'Dogbreath' or 'Burrfoot'? I had the first one in mind for a boy or a girl, but the second one is a family name, so...?"

Derik was in the middle of dishing up some of what he was pretty sure were sweet potatoes swirled with black food coloring and nearly lost a spoonful when he jumped—he was too focused, and Ix had come up quietly on his right. "Ah, shards, sorry," he muttered back, replacing the spoon and stepping out of the way. He looked toward Gall, confirming that this was one of the people she'd been talking to. With his free hand, he rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. "I know that look on her face. Whatever she's been saying, it was wrong and I apologize."

"Thank you, Elanor. And it's not rude at all! I normally... um... Oh... what's the word..." He glanced at his partner for help.

"Naga," Animus said.

Dilx's expression brightened. "Thank you! Right, normally, I look like one of your Nagas - the new ones, not the ones without arms - except I have five heads. And am purple."

Zeb folded his hands shyly. "If it's not rude of me to ask..."

Elanor tugged gently on Dilx's hair. "I like your hair," she declared.

"That's great," she said, forcing cheer into her voice. "Congratulations, you guys. I'm really happy for you. Boy or girl?"

Ix turned away to the buffet table, face burning. She couldn't listen to this right now, it was too painful. She edged towards Derik, awkwardly reaching past him towards the peanut butter cups. "Sorry," she muttered. "'Scuse me, sorry..."

The precise definition of their relationship, whatever it was, had never factored into her pursuit of it. None of the words she could think of were quite correct by themselves, so she threw out correctness, shrugged, and said proudly, "We're f---ing. This here?" She ran a hand over her belly. "That guy." She nodded toward Derik. "First time! At least, I'm pretty sure it was the first time. He was all skittish for a while afterward, and Medical says the little sucker's definitely four months now." She stroked her bump fondly.

"I'm actually in disguise too," he said. "I usually don't have any hair at all. It would look really weird to you if I did, and to... basically anybody else."

"Whoa," he said. "That isn't your actual hair, is it? Or do you mean you just haven't gotten used to it for tonight? It looks really cool, either way!"

"We were there, though," Charlotte said, not noticing Ix's shoulders hunching further. "I had a bit of a different face at the time, though—lost the vampirism, became human. Good stuff." She raised her eyebrows. "So you two are...?"

((She morphed in November last year, so she is indeed human here. :P

"K-9. I should have guessed," he said. "And Luxray manes seem pretty good to me! Of course, maybe I'm not the best person to ask. I'm still getting used to this, after all." He reached back and tugged on one of his violet locks.

"...if she was willing to hit your head over it," Sammy said with a wry grin.

"Agreed," Leonidas nodded. "Unless she communicated only in the Ork tongue."

Sammy blinked. "I don't get it."

"It's been said that Orks communicate mainly by grunting and hitting each other in the head for emphasis."

"Did...did you just make a joke?!"

Gall squinted at the pair. "Do we know you?" The one in the mask was no help, and the blonde was...

A blonde? And a mask? The penny dropped. "Waaaiiit, are you the ones who got Derik to make a total ass of himself last year?" She grinned as she said it. "Because if you were, don't get me wrong, that was hilarious apart from the sulking."

Derik, who'd been steadily making his way along the table, glanced up when the sound of his name caught his ear over the background noise of the room. He did not like the looks he was getting at all. He sidled further down the line of food.

(( Derik may not remember, but Gall does at least while it's in continuity. I realized this is probably Charlotte post-morph, though, right? ))

"Oh, I wish," he sighed. "Pyroars have the best manes. Nah, I'm a Luxray. Well, normally." He pulled off his headband, flicking one of the K-9 ears. "Right now I'm a robot dog."

"Well, then, I guess that just means all of Gallifrey is important," he said.

Animus raised an eyebrow at the Aviator, wondering if she was taking his partner a bit more seriously than she should. He then wondered if he'd perhaps misheard about the additional strength of Gallifreyans, or if she was holding back with her partner. "So I had presumed," he murmured.

Dilx glanced at Animus - he knew these two? - before looking at Zeb. "You're a Pokémon?" he asked. "I thought you were just dressed up as a character who's a lion. But if not..." He thought for a moment, then guessed, "Pyroar?"

"So, what do you think?" The Cybertronian asked his companion. Several panels of grey-painted cardboard were strapped to the vending machine, giving him the vague appearance of a Gameboy. His human partner was wearing a blue coat with white fur trim along its hood and currently munching on a hot dog. He swallowed it and pulled down his skull mask.

"Yeah it ain't bad. How's mine?"

"You made that out of stuff you had lying around, at least I had to actually fabricate something."

"Perhaps, but being lazy is consistent with the character I am portraying, so there's really no bones about it."

The Cybertronian blinked a few times. "Did...you just...".

"Anyways." The human in the last minute costume started to head into the party. "There's no need for us to be a couple of lazy bones. We're gonna have a good time."

The Aviator nodded at Dilx. "And everyone has long names where I'm from."

"Earth," Zeb muttered under his breath.

The Aviator casually trod on his toes. "Gallifrey," she said. "Elanor and I are Time Lords."

"I'm just a Pokémon in disguise," Zeb said cheerfully. "Thumbs are much easier to eat candy with."

"I don't know many people with names as long as yours," he said. "But where I'm from, people with long names are usually important, so it's no wonder you're a princess."

"We also work for the Department of Mary Sues," Animus replied. "Within the department, it appears that, for the moment, at least, we have specialized ourselves in continua with a number of spin-offs, prequels, sequels, tabletop role-playing game editions, related games in general, and other such properties that borders on the maddening."

She held out her arms to him, clearly begging to be picked up. "Your name is pretty long! Not as long as mine, though!"

The Aviator inclined her head in turn to Animus. "And you," she said. "What department are you in? We're DMS."

He curtsied to Elanor - oh rays how did people manage to do this all the time without stepping on their dresses and tripping themselves. "An honor, Your Highness," he said, before turning to Zeb, accepting the offered hand. "And it's nice to meet you, Zeb! I'm Dilx'Sav'Te'Rin, although most people just call me Dilx, and this is my partner, Animus."

Animus gave both the Aviator and Zeb a cool, appraising look for a moment, then seemed satisfied. "Well met," he said, inclining his head slightly to them.

"Don't think we got your names, by the way," he said. "I'm Uncle Zeb—uh, Zeb. I'm Zeb. This is my partner, the Aviator—"

"'Sup?"

"—and her daughter."

Elanor curtseyed proudly. "Princess Elanorelisindrivar of Gallifrey!"

"Elanor is fine," the Aviator said quickly.

"Maybe I should be glad it might be a while before we can expand our canon list." He glanced up over his shoulder at his partner. "Doctor Who is in... what's the phrase... in our court?"

"As good a term as any," the taller man replied. "However, speaking of our list..." he trailed off as his partner raised his hand, then gestured around them. He-Who-Was-Dressed-As-Chandra raised an eyebrow, and was answered by one from his partner. He nodded slightly, and a slight smile flickered over his face.