After Initiation Formal Ball!

Alton glanced around, suddenly aware that a good portion of the room was... well, less than conscious.  At least he wasn't the last one to the party; he noticed a giant suit of armor accompanied by a notably smaller woman walking through the door. Such a sight would be cause for at least a double-take in a normal person's catalog of responses, but Alton accepted it as yet another quirk of Beacon and looked back at the stage. Ozpin was announcing the teams for the year; Alton was fairly sure he hadn't been called yet, and glancing around the room he didn't even see his partner from Initiation.

..."team SKIS, led by Inigo Jacinto!" The four students on stage looked giddy and fairly confident; like the rest of the room, they were a hodgepodge of shapes, sizes, and weapons. Leaning against the wall again, Alton waited to be called up and told his fate. However, a voice at the fringe of his hearing range caught his attention - familiar, forceful, feminine. Alton snapped towards the sound, and noticed none other than Melissa seated in the center of the room.

Walking up, he said "And here I thought I'd be doing nothing through all of this. G'devening, Pyro."

Moving from a bench in the corner and having more glasses of wine, she goes to the food once more, hiccuping as she grabs an apple and starts eating it.

"Aoife, I think you may have had enough to drink. What glass are you on?" Jet asked as he turned to her, alerted by her hiccups.

Laughing, she puts up four fingers from one hand at him to represent how much she has had, using the other hand to hold the apple and take bites from it.

"Alright, don't want you passing out or throwing up. Or both..." He turns back to look at Ozpin and waits to hear his name be called up.

Patting him rather hard though it having no effect on his armour, she stands next to him, not giving a retort and watching everyone get called up.

"Who do you think you'll get teamed up with?" He asked her curiously as he grabbed a cup and filled it with punch.

Shrugging she finishes the apple and launches the core towards a bin, "Preferably you and Zack, then we would have an advantage in combat."

"Not really though, we would suffer at range and you would be the only one who was fast. Wouldn't balance well."

"No. Shut up. This is what we are doing." Comes the reply, as if it was already determined they would be placed together, trying to give off an adamant position despite the hiccups.

"Alright, I'm just saying." Jet looks back at Ozpin and takes a drink. 'Guess she really wants to be teamed with us...' He thinks to himself.

Krystal walks into the ball room wearing a green gown with her symbol dangling off the choker. "Now I understand why they wanted these frilly things for a school to train warriors. These things are so not what I'm used to." She walks over to a less crowded portion of the room to get out of having to any unnecessary movement.

Right after getting off the stage, Aphelion excused himself. He climbed a high vantage point and looked down as he remembered the things that he saw last night, things that he should've expected but still were quite surprised developments.

You are much too strong... he thought as he clutched the still half-full bottle of aphrodisiac in his bottle. He bent his arm, ready to throw it, but after contemplation put it back in his pocket.

But... I might still have use for you...

After her walk with Yin, Lilith files back into the ballroom to watch the teams be announced. She sees a girl in a green gown walk in front of her. She followed suit behind her, trying to avoid the big crowds and catch a view of the different teams and the members in each.

Grabbing a glass of water, Krystal looks over the rest of the students mingle as they wait for the teams to be announced. She thinks over in her head the fight she had in the forest and didn't realize she was being followed.

Looking around impatiently, she tapping her feet and playing with parts of the dress, "Why didn't I bring White with me? Or at least Shadow. May feel more at ease around the drunks."

"Why else do you think I brought my walking stick..." Riven said as he walked behind Aofie. "I'm not particularly fond of the sauce myself, makes me less alert. Also I'm rather uncomfortable around drunkards, they can be a bit unpredictable at times."

Jumping from the voice behind her, another hiccup escapes her, "W-When did you get there?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Chiu." Samuel said with a nod and a smile, "Feel free to just call me Sam."

OOC: Sorry, kinda fell asleep.

Gray makes his way to the ball after putting his weapons back in his room. He looks around and goes to drink some wine at a table, hoping it will help him cope with not having a weapon on him.

"Not long. Maybe about 10 seconds..."

Aaron walks into the cafe's door wearing a variation on his normal duster coat and t shirt. now he's wearing a black button up shirt and a more formal duster coat with the cuffs trimmed white. Aaron purposely came in late so as too avoid most of the party as large gatherings with possible drunks put Aaron at unease the unpredictability of the crowd made it an uncomfortable situation for a cautious man like him. He had come just to hear what team he would be on and little else. Coming in Aaron saw the party in full swing, heading over to the punch bowl he grabbed a cup and quickly found a wall where he could watch the crowd and no one could sneak up on him. "now to wait for team announcements and then meet my teammates" Aaron thought as he sipped his punch.