Re: Lucas/Isobel/Obed - 7:30 p.m., hanging around
Obed wrinkled his nose, though the presence of his mask decidedly lessened the expression's effect. "I wasn't afraid," he insisted. "They just felt... ugh." He waved a hand, dismissive, and wished he might so easily remove the vivid memory of the sticky, slimy sensations. "But as you can see, I'm still trying to get into the spirit of the season. And I don't think I'm doing too badly."
After a cursory glance at Lucas' mask, he nodded toward his suit. "That seems like a popular choice tonight," he said. "And admittedly the masks do go pretty well with anything. For once management seems to have given gifts we all enjoyed."