Camber had slept late into the afternoon after the previous night's party-slash-adventuring-with-Miles; she'd gotten up blearyeyed in search of food and a cigarette, then headed back to soak in the bath and listen to music. She was curious about the banquet, if only to meet everyone that she hadn't already seen at the pizza party -- but somehow the events of the night before had her thoughtful about what it all meant.
She had drifted off to some electronica that most people probably wouldn't have classified as mellow, and woke up out of a dream that the persistent dinner bell had bled into. If she hadn't been suddenly starving, she might have resisted being summoned downstairs - she was, at very least, curious about what might happen if she continued to not play along. But equally curious about if she did.
As it was, she took her time about getting dressed, making a few last minute makeup decisions and frowning at herself in the mirror. The minidress looked great, and the accessories made her smile, which was really the whole point of getting dressed - to feel good - but she never really felt as selfassured as wearing a leather jacket and jeans.
Camber headed downstairs, surveying the room. It was huge, gorgeous and filled with more good smells than people. And apparently, seats were assigned: she spotted her name card.
She took a lap around the room, looking over the people she did and didn't know, taking in food she'd only ever dreamed of eating and was pretty sure she'd embarrass herself with. She let herself pass her table from the side, confirming that the girl was Daphne. Fantastic. The man was Rupert, but she didn't know anything about what that meant.
"Well, I guess this is me," she said with a neutral smile from behind them, rounding to her seat and sitting down. "You all aren't waiting, are you?"