Viola & Alex (maybe Tuck later) | Early Evening
Alexandre's initial inclination had been to avoid the Turning Festival at all costs, the event held about as much appeal as a snot-nosed toddler's birthday party. He had better things to do with his time than descend to the level of children and their imaginary friends, but then that article had been published in the papers. Tuck's interest in going for a look had sold the idea to Alex, but he had to see if even half of what had been written was true. Sleepy little villages hardly seemed like prime locations for orgies, but then nothing about the natives made the slightest lick of sense.
The festival fell on a Tuesday. A work day, in other words. Given that the Records Office had no Aurellian staff, there had been no issue with employee attendance. Tuck, meanwhile, had suffered with some of the staff who wanted the following day off to look at a bunch of bugs. They were lucky they weren't all fired on the spot. Alex concluded his agenda as the sun was setting, and popped an Ellevra before leaving the office. It was only a short walk to the Town Circle that still should have left him sweating, given his suit and the evening heat. The drug did its job though, saving him from that ghastly bodily function, and soon enough he had caught sight of the bonfire. The conflagration looked like it belonged in the depths of winter, not summer, and Alex spent but a moment regarding the sight with disdain before turning away.
Tucker was nowhere to be seen as Alex strode through the crowd, but he did catch sight of another blond in significantly more clothing than most. Calvin Llewellyn, the name in the number one position on Alex's Persons of Interest list. Despite recognising the village's leader of the Faith as their paths approached, Alex's stride did not falter - he wasn't about to make way for someone he held in such low regard. His elevated Gift happened to provide a buffer of frigid air around him, and as they neared the point of collision, that air gave the Danu an icy shoulder-check. Alex kept on walking as if nothing had happened and only turned around when he heard his name.
Outwardly he remained still, but his mind tripped up on a double take as it tried to recognise Viola Rosier. It was not Carnivale and she wore no mask, but the few pieces of high quality fabric she wore could barely be classified as a dress. Not that he could find a reason to complain about the irregular style.
"Doctor Rosier," he greeted, noting how she conducted herself as though she were hostess at a party back in Belailles. Not so surprising when her Butler was running the show. He glanced back the way the Danu had retreated before looking at her with a cool smile, ice over honey. "It isn't at all too hot for me, though evidently it is for some."