Damien had come to the party all dressed up nicely. Clean black slacks, red silk button-shirt. Apparently he had a very high-priced wardrobe. But he supposed that was common for an heir to a wealthy ministry like himself. He'd have to assume as such, anyway.
Alas he didn't have any true memories of his life. Only recorded transcripts and videos of himself, most of which were church sermons. It was odd. They seemed holy-like a couple years ago, but he noticed an odd.. shift, in which current sermons were more of the type "accept yourself", i.e. it's okay to 'fall', sin is natural but easily forgiven, etc.
So he grabbed one of the paper stickers, writing "PETER H." on it and sticking it upon his shirt. Then he helped himself to a drink as he then wandered around the party, trying to see if any here he might recognize, or who might know him. But maybe he could also find some fun as well.