If nothing else, parties were definitely Immortal's forte. There wasn't ever a bad party when he was around because he was just that cool and engaging. It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on when there was some random gathering of clanmates. It definitely was not a meeting, so it could only be a party. Or someone was dead. As the serval sauntered onto the scene, he had a wide grin on his maw. No one looked too dead. Quickly looking around, he immediately made his way to Bastillepaw and Radeken. "Ay, Bast-y boy. I didn't know this was your kinda thing?" he said as he'd bump the younger male's shoulder before looking over the boombox. He raised a brow, looking from it to Radeken. "You can't work this thing? Easy, peasy, man. Need me to show you?"

When Margaery had held the position of deputy in her old clan, she both hosted and frequented many parties. They had been among some of her favorite things and it was obvious that she put every ounce of her soul into either enjoying them or making them enjoyable for every person around her. Now? She almost ignored the call to the event entirely. She was tired, unbelievably so, and her chest ached for no particular reason save the fact that her emotions were slowly but surely falling back in touch with her.

She didn't want to isolate herself any further though. She had spent the last year in solitude. She needed this. She needed this.

And so she dragged herself towards the group, finding that she only really recognized Bastillepaw. Did that mean an introduction was necessary? [color=black]"Margae-" She halted, remembering with a start that she wasn't Margaery here. She was Margaret, the quiet girl. The tired girl. [color=black]"Margaret. The name's Margaret. What you're serving is far from wine but it'll have to do, pass some over please."

When Remy heard voices above their head speaking about a party being organised, they weren't too excited. Sure, parties were fun, but Remy was 8 feet long and barely even six inches tall, which meant slithering awkwardly between people's paws and trying not to get stepped on. They'd had enough of getting stepped on from what they were now fondly calling their 'wandering years'. You'd think people would try to look where they step, or at least notice the pretty big snake moving underneath them. This was not the case.

Regardless of all of that, Remy decided they'd go. They were new to this whole group thing, after all, and although they were open to making new friends, they knew they'd have to put themselves out there in order for people to actually notice them. This was how Remy ended up sliding between people's legs on the ground, letting out low hisses when they stepped on them, and occasionally lifting themselves up to see over the decent crowd of npc's. The last time they'd lifted themselves up to look around, they'd seen a few people gathered around some piece of tech they'd never used before. They recognised the chocolate point who'd found them when they'd first come into the Ascendants' territory, and decided to head over to there. It would be a good starting point.

Remy stopped for a few seconds, knowing it was a bad idea; a few people tripped over the long reaching expanse of Remy's body and so as not to get in trouble with the fallen mammals, Remy began slithering again. They hoped they were near the group they'd spotted, because they were just about fed up with this already.

After a minute or two more of slithering, Remy finally made it to them. They slowly moved to coil up their body, lifting their head up to stare at the small group. "Hello. This is a nice little party, which of you is the host?" Remy had to raise their voice a bit to be heard over the music. The vibrations of it rumbled through every part of their body that touched the floor, and this was one thing that Remy enjoyed about parties.

"SPEECH"

When was the last time Roy enjoyed himself at a party? A long time ago, that's for sure, without a doubt. Roy really hadn't been attending much parties back in Amestris with his job as Colonel, especially with what had been going on lately. Back when he was there, a mess was just beginning to brew into something large, and dangerous; it hadn't seemed like it had been getting any better. Surely if he didn't get in that mishap with a weird transmutation circle, a party would have been the last thing on his mind. Currently, attending a party really wasn't on his mind either- he almost debated skipping it over. But then, something caught his attention, apparently they have alcohol here. Roy couldn't help it but feel slightly surprised, and wondered where even these animals got their paws on some alcohol.

For a moment, he stood in place, debating in his head. Should he wander over to the party? He'd be forced to socialize, engage with his groupmates, that he doesn't have his full trust in yet. Is it even safe for him to drink? Can this body even handle alcohol? Surely his human body had a tolerance, but this bobcat body- he has no idea. He could potentially give himself alcohol poisoning, or even worse. But in the same time, with all that has happened lately- getting turned into a tiger, joining this place, running into Riza and then Hughes, rediscovering his flame alchemy and finally turning into a bobcat- he could really use a drink right now. A defeated sigh made it's way out of his chest, as the melanistic bobcat made his way into the party. He better not regret this later.

The music coming out of the boombox was strange, he hadn't heard it before. He really didn't think much of it, considering he's currently living a life stuck as an animal. This wouldn't have been considered normal or even a possibility to him if he never stepped onto that transmutation circle. He wasn't concerned about the boombox, it might sound a little strange but it wasn't like the end of the world or anything. "I'll take a drink," He said as he went up near the hostess, Radeken, his ears pinning back.