Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
Alex had been leaning against the doorway to the pool area that was turned makeshift dance floor; she had to admit, despite the chlorinated smell, the colors reflecting off of the water had a nice ambiance. Now, if someone could just fix the terrible music...
She'd been waiting for Matt to return with some refueling food and drinks before deciding on what they'd do next (she'd been toying with the thought of ditching the party entirely and going upstairs—spiked punch was nice and all, but she had better accountrements in her apartment). Crossing her arms over her chest, her brow had furrowed a touch at the appearance of the strange, hulking mass of a man. When he spoke, a certain realization hit her, though she only had time to glance across the room to where Matt was lingering with another man in conversation, before the electric shock hit her and her body hit the floor.
Marzanna rose, seething. She did not care to be controlled thusly, but she would have little time to complain as a giant skeleton bent down to peer at her. The winter goddess frowned in its direction.
"I would not advise—" she had started to say, unable to finish her thought before a giant, groping skeletal hand reached out and wrapped around her.