A bit of a crowd has gathered in and around the Zephyr building. Rumors of everything from Aliens to Elvis have been flying around Fairhaven for the last couple of days with the only consistent thing being the time and the place: Here. And Now.

Even the employees of Zephyr seem to be in the dark about all this. Nothing has come down from the big boys upstairs or the labs or anything. There seems to be a bit of extra security around as well.

As the clock finally ticks over to High Noon, there is a sudden hush of expectancy....

Euoia fidgets a bit. Sie heard the rumors from others that have been salvaging with hir. Sie expected the worst. Sure, Elvis coming back from the dead would be interesting. But the rumors of world domination? Sie really needed to be sure what is going on.

Sie sits along the wall, paying as much attention to the rest of the room as best as sie can.

Shades? Check. Uniform? Check. Revolver? Check. Badge? Check. Magnus never could have guessed that one of these days he'd be an enforcer of the law, but here he was now, molded and shaped by his interactions and experiences, thrust into a path that he never saw himself ever setting foot upon. One thing he had to admit to himself however, he looked damn good in his black police uniform. The fabric of his slacks and jacket was soft like cotton, breathable and tidy, hugging his body in just the right way, the emblem of the K9 police force present on either sleeve of his uniform just under each shoulder.

In one hand he held a large cup of coffee, while the other was held in his jacket pocket. The fennec would pace around the crowd, scanning for trouble. After all, it was his job. He kept his nose leveled and expression tugged into that familiar subtle smirk, eyes darting from place to place behind those shades as he tries to spot the presence of anyone looking to be a pain in the ass. But there wouldn't be any problems around here, right? This was Zephyr's headquarters. Anyone getting in the way of their money making schemes might suddenly find themselves missing, after all~

Leighton is leaning against a nearby wall. Her eyes scanning the crowd, but for familiar faces, rather than trouble. She had only joined the crowd cause she had randomly happened about it, after a shift in the lab. Having gotten six different reasons for the gathering from five people caught her interest.

Elvis was a name that Nena vaguely recognized. Just don't ask her any questions about him. Still, whatever was going on, Nena, being the curious snoop that she is, had to know. The tiger woman looms behind Magnus, stepping up with a flick of her tail and leans forward. "Hello, officer," she says, unable to resist the chance for a bit of ribbing. "I wish they could've picked a different place for this big mystery thing. I can't even smoke here," she laments, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

Korune Korune and Mevir stumble up to the Zephyr building looking like they are just returning from the mall, bundles, packages, and bags of various size occupy the chimera's multiple paws, he looks around at the crowd curiously. Fairly vulnerable with all his paws full and Mevir riding on his back, he stays near the edge of the activity, trying to get an idea of whats going on. He heard some mumblings of activity but just waved it off as nothing new or the excited babblings of other agents or mutants. He looks up to Mevir, "Do you know whats going on?"

Mevir looks around for himself at the gathered crowd, not alot of familiar faces to be had, then again not like he knew that many. The wyvern backpack on Korune just shakes his head and slinks back, lowering himself. "Nope, not a clue."

There is a collective start from the crowd as a tinny little fanfare comes from somewhere up above. Confetti rains down from the ceiling and a pair of nearly three story high banners roll down from the upper floor of the atrium. They are both hand painted, and if looks are anything to go by, hand painted by an eight-year-old child. There are splotches and splatters all over, and simple hearts, stars and little ball animals are painted in abundance with paw prints scattered throughout. The rough lettering on each sign reads: "Happy DeceBmer! Time for a FUN SuRprize!" The best part, is that they are both misspelled, and miscapitalized in the exact same way. Arrows on the bottoms of the signs point toward the large, employee cantina.

Euoia squints forcefully at the banners. "This seems like a trap..." Sie started moving to the employee cantina. "I wonder if this will be the event that lets me reveal Magical Girl Euoia to the world. Well, time to see what kind of trap this is."

Sie grabbed a soda from hir magical pouch in spacetime. The soda helped whet hir throat as sie finishes it moving into the cantina.

"What is this, a festival organized by the Promethean babysitting organization or something?" Magnus mutters to himself as he squints at the misspelled words on the giant banners. "Who and for how much did they bribe Big Z for this?" Shrugging deeply, Magnus goes about his day, passing by Korune with a nod and a 'Yo', resuming his patrol through the area. Once Nena approaches him, he'd cast a glance her way and flash a toothy smile, hand swinging to hive the tigress a firm swat on the ass. "Hello yourself, gorgeous. Your guess is as good as mine, I'm just here to keep an eye on things. And please, just Mags. Titles are bullshit." He'd cast a wink her way.

Leighton raises her eyebrows at the quality of the banners. Her yellow eyes dart to the people around her and seeing that at least some people in the crowd are already starting to make their way in, the dragon-girl follows suit. She briefly spots Magnus, who seems to be the only familiar face around, but decides not to approach him, after seeing the uniform.

Korune nods to the drake, "Go ahead, I will run these down to the apartment real quick and meet you back here." he says to Mevir. He waits for the drake to disembark, once they do, he steps over to the elevator down and hits the button with a tentacle, he looks back to Mevir as the bell chimes and the doors slide open, the melodic digital voice speaking, "Going Down." He steps into the elevator and the doors close.

Mevir dismounts from Korune's back, noting "Arright K, I'll secure us some.. seats I suppose?" he looks up at the employee area, striding up it with his usual all-fours locomotion, following the others and wondering what the commotion is about.

Quite a few people, human, mutant, operative and otherwise seem curious about what this surprise might be, though it is apparent quite a few more share Euoia's sentiment on it being a trap and decide to vacate. There are more than enough security guards and onlookers to be quite the crowd funneling into the cantina.

The lunch room was, right up until this moment, rather sparsely populated. A few researchers and off duty security filling up on healthful, nanite generated quasi-food look rather surprised to see the crowd that has suddenly arrived. The only thing out of the ordinary seems to be a beautifully decorated wedding cake, sitting all by its lonesome on a table in the center of the room. A little banner is strung above it that reads, "SuRpreez!" in the same poor handwriting as the much larger banners outside.

A large hyena woman decked in leather with a tall, pink mohawk snorts around her septum piercing. "Is that IT?" she growls, "This is what we all got worked up about?" It seems much of the crowd shares her sentiment as a wave of muttering fills the air. "What a joke, I'm getting outta-" she trails off as a strange, high-pitched buzz fills the air, then trails down through four octaves of hearable sound before disappearing.

Euoia winced as the sound struck out. "Mini-NICE, what is that?" Sie covers hir ears but after the sound goes away, Euoia shakes hir head. "Some kind of nanite device... I wonder what that it was..."

The fennec hears a familiar voice. His gaze darts towards its origins. He'd raise his brows and smirk softly, curious as to what this one was doing here without her gang. Magnus pauses to give Nena a peck on the cheek before moving over towards the hyena, sneaking in a quick swat to her rump, he'd snicker and note. "Coulda been worse. Last big surprise I saw put udders on folks, nice to see you back to normal. Looking fine enough to wine and dine." He'd remark with a wink, before his ear flits upwards and the sound draws his attention in. "Oh no..." Magnus blinks and draws his shield from his back, then places it between himself and the origins of the noise, while standing in front of his pink-mohawked companion. "That was an enfolder!" he'd tell the Shrine Maiden. "Whatever it was compressing is about to re-inflate!"

Leighton had had an amused expression on her face for a while. Keyword being had. The high pitched noise causes her to stop being mostly lightly entertained by bad spelling and childlike crafts and cover her pointy ears and press them to her head.

Between the smack to the butt and taking a few moments to see if she could find a way to sneak a cigarette- An endeavor she ultimately gave up on- Nena had remained quiet for a few moments, before giving Magnus' ear a lazy, gentle flick as he wanders off. Letting her hand drop to her hip, the tiger casts her eyes around the room. "Buzzing. Not bees I hope. I never did like bees much. Or worse, wasps. I suppose we'll find out. Better not be like the surprise Mags just mentioned. I don't think I could pull off one of those."

Korune dashes back up the stairs and around the corner to the cafeteria and feels the sound before he hears it, he stops and searches for Mevir before protectively prowling toward them keenly glancing about for signs of danger. "What happened?" he asks the wyvern, tentacles and wings raised threateningly,

Mevir strides back onto Korune's back, making sure to get a good grip on their hips and wings. "Relax, stand back from the cake.. and don't do anything over the top. Magnus over there seems to know whats up."

Magnus is not the only one who seems to recognize that sound, and certainly not the only one to recognize the implications as people start to shout about a failing nanospace enfolder! Most of the mutants and operatives start to dive for cover, with only a few standing with their mouths hanging open.

The hyena snarls at Magnus, but then only frowns and hunkers down behind his shield with him. "Your playing with fire, tiny," she says, giving him an appraising eye before giving a predatory smile, "I like that."

The fennec's romantic life will have to wait, however, as the lovely wedding cake suddenly starts to expand. And expand, And expand! The table it is on does not stand up to its growing weight for long and snaps in half. The ever growing cake pushes aside tables and chairs and people as it swells to fill nearly half the room! The cake itself is a bit worse for the wear after all that, looking just a bit saggy, but no one seems to be seriously hurt. Maybe a bit squeezed, and maybe a little frosted, but that is it.

As everyone tries to regain their feet, there is another tinny little fanfare and the top of the cake springs open, releasing a spray of confetti and revealing a video screen on the underside of the lid proclaiming the flashing word, "SURPRISE!"

A trap was sprung it seems, and Euoia was not ready for the expanding cake. Sie tried to get into a position that would let hir clean hirself off with prestidigitation, but that would have to wait. Something was going on and sie needed to act. Sie was about to say something to the hyena when another round of confetti and a view screen popped up. Sie just stared at that word and the hyena. Euoia was not sure what to make of the whole event. "There must be something to examine here with the cake, but I don't want to eat it..."

The fennec lowers his shield and quirks a brow. "Huh, that was... that was a lot less explosive than I expected." be blinks a few times, then puts the barrier back on his back. "Soooooooooo... the surprise is a gigantic cake?" he was as confused as anyone else here. "I uhhh... I guess that's pretty cool." He'd shrug deeply, yet remained wary of any following trickery before turning towards the hyena. "Tiny huh? Meet me in bed I'll show you who's small." stick his tongue out playfully and cast the larger hyena a wink "You're not chicken, are ya?" He then taunts, waggling his brows at her, before turning towards the rest. No one looked hurt, so his glance wanders up towards the screen. "Alright, we're surprised! What's this all about? Fenris? Is this more of your trickery?!" he'd call out, foot tapping against the ground impatiently.

Leighton wipes a stray bit of frosting from her upper arm and licks her finger clean, eyebrows raised. She looks around the crowd and, seeing as nobody seems to be in need of medical attention, the draconic woman gives the now gigantic cake a closer look, her gaze slowly wandering up as she crosses her arms, half expecting a kaiju in fishnets and a feather boa to come out of it.

"Ah, it's... Growing," Nena says, stating the obvious as she slowly backs away from the expanding cake, lest she find herself some manner of frosted tiger. She's no flake, though, nor is she particularly prone to fits of caution. Reaching out, she scoops a bit of frosting onto her finger tip and licks it off. Worse case, she figures, it'll just taste bad. Hopefully it didn't, though.