Pyrrhus had spent the day exploring the ship and honoring Phoenix's request for some space. He'd "hunted" for a while, but when there's only so many places you can go, it gets old quickly. He'd taken some of the house's money at the card tables, though. Blackjack was an easy game to manipulate if you knew what you were doing. He'd even put on an impromptu magic show for a couple of kids who'd come up to him at one point. But he was bored and needed some excitement. It didn't help that the exterior areas of the ship were closed off by security. He was starting to understand what Phoenix had been talking about by being caged. It was as if not only had he been caged, but someone was shaking the cage to see how the animals inside reacted.
And now, here he was in the Cult of Dionysus. He couldn't help but think that the Greek god of madness and ecstacy would be a little disappointed in how his name was being used. Sure, people were having a good time, but it just wasn't... chaotic enough for him. He'd forgone the makeup tonight, attempting to "fit in" for a change. He didn't know why, it just seemed like a good idea. Like going native amongst the rabble. Might offer up some interesting interactions if they assumed he was "one of them" as well.
He leaned against the bar, enjoying a nice Chianti. The show should be good- he'd watched the sound check from a little hiding place he found behind the stage, and Kaz seemed to be in good voice. He'd always liked Inverted Culture, but had never bothered with any of Kaz's solo work. He surveyed the crowd, his wine glass in one hand and a pen spinning in the fingers of the other.