Isobel/Obed - 7:10 p.m., lobby to party room
Isobel held her neck straight, feeling overwhelmingly ridiculous but also a little bit grand as she and Obed made their way out of the elevator and toward the party room. She'd ushered him in front of her so the giant skirts of her French noblewoman costume would have room to exit the elevator car and not block him in, but her hand kept groping for his for an anchor.
"I think you're going to have to be my seeing-eye dog, because the eye holes in this thing aren't very good," she said, her voice muffled by the mask over her face. Glancing toward the room, Isobel caught Stephan's eye, and she waved, her hand wavering down from her wig for a moment. She smiled, but the expression was barred by the required garb of the evening.
She turned back to Obed, her smile only going wider at the sight of his matching nobleman's costume; her hand pulled him closer, as close as the large hoop skirts would allow. "I know these are just rentals, but I am so inclined to buy these outright because you look so good in that. What will it take to convince you to just stay home and wear it all the time so I can take it off you?"