It is a fine day in the beginning of Autumn. Not too hot and not too cold and the sun is shining on Fairhaven. There is a bit of a gathering here.

A number of people, mutants and otherwise are gathered in the Zephyr parking lot where a satyr, obviously drunk beyond any reasonable limits, is handing out togas, laurel crowns, and most importantly, wine.

"Step right up!" he slurs, "Gotta, *erp* gotta have yer toga! S'important. Fer dresses. Code dresses. 'Er sommat." He sways a bit on his feet, but continues to pass out robes. "An' I'm gonna need some volum- vlmun- some people who wanna do somethin' extra."

Vetu would land in the area, proud and green, but now wet behind his earholes. He is a large quadrupedal dragon with his son, Sakhu, water dragon as his entourage. After a brief look over the area he moves on to the speaking creature and asks "good sir, do you have togas in dragon sizes? I'd like two. Oh and I'm here for that extra work. We both are."

Gliding down to the ground, Melinda lands a good two or three buildings length away, walking on foot the rest of the way. When she gets closer towards other people, she starts to undo her combat gauntlets and smiles at those present, her wings folding in against herself. Stepping over towards the satyr, she has an amused look on her face as she takes up a toga and looks it over, stepping out of the way after. "Extra work, you say?"

Hreit is alone. Just alone. Trudging along, a note in her hand, seeing a gathering as she sort of expected. Shovel at her back and ears stood tall as she flicks one ear. A distinct 'ping' noise set about announcing her arrival. Finally approaching she raises a hand, stating a follow up of. "Just one here. I got the invitation." After the large dragon asked for two.

The Satyr, Richard grins and waves Vetu, Hreit, and Melinda over. "I got all the sizes!" he slurs, leaning in conspiratorially and hissing a loud stage whisper, "S'just a buncha bed sheets, really! SHH! Don't tell."

He hands over some mostly clean sheets to Vetu and his kid, then to the others.

"Yup!" he says, staggering a little as he hefts up a crate full of corked wine bottles, "I just need you'll, yale, uh, y'all to take these up to some of the scime- sooen- some of those smart guys up on the third floor." The satyr squints at a tag on the crate. "Gotta give it to some fella names Elias Thomas," he says, heaving the crate into Hreit's arms. "There you go, cutie," he sways, "Don't go sampling any though. Fer the eggheads special." He hands out individual bottles of wine for personal sampling.

"Everybody ready?" he calls out to the group at large, adjusting his own toga, too short to cover anything at all, and his laurel crown.

Vetu looks at Sakhu, then at his companions. "Are we simply asked to take some 'crates' of booze up the stairs? Is that it? I have my gun ready, claws sharpened, ready for some true adventure. But this?" he growls, but Sakhu doesn't care and grabs the crate, already moving to the designated area. "Don't worry pa this will be easy money at least. Just three floors, so easy money, come on!" he assbumps his pa and moves to enter the building shown. "You coming?" he shouts to the others.

Melinda covers her mouth as she giggles at the inebriated speech. When there's sheets handed over. She shrugs and puts one on, as best she can, amidst wings, then looks towards the bottle as it's handed over. She eyes it a little suspiciously, but then adjusts her things so she has her combat gauntlets available if she needs. A small smirk crosses her face at hearing Vetu complain. "Also, before I forget my manners, friends, my name is Melinda." She offers a wave towards all of those around before moving on to, assumingly, follow whoever else is making their way to the building.

It was hardly a problem. She could just, and.. And there. Vwoila, wear her shovel low, adjust her axe and tie it's peace knot. Slide on a 'sheet'. Only to "OOF.." As a crate is smacked into her arms she barely managed to catch at all. Pointed ears keeping it raised a bit, requiring more of an overhand as she twitched. Not exactly the most comfortable for husky ears. Oh well. Can spend a week in the forest with nothing but a shovel, can do this easy.. About time she stopped being a useless chump anyways. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go." All of her eyes watching for anything extra odd, avoiding the extra samples herself. She trodded with a weighted step onwards, but slower than the rest.

There is a general murmur of hesitant approval, since there has not really been much of an explanation so far.

The crowd wanders across the parking lot, following Richard, who staggers forward into the Zephyr lobby with the togaed mob shuffling in behind him.

Zephyr security eyes the large group warily, but since no one seems overtly hostile, they stay at their posts. Richard turns and seems to suddenly notice the others for the first time. "What're you all doing he-" he starts drunkenly, then his wine soaked brain catches up. "Oh yeah! There was something I was sposed to say!" The satyr looks around, his brow furrowed in concentration, then he brightens up, clears his throat and roars:

"BACCHANNAL!"

Sakhu stops and putting his crate down he is promptly followed by Vetu who observes the drunken satyr with worried expression. At their exclamation he just whinces. "Errm" he says turning his head back only to finally realize he didn't introduce himself. Silly dragon. "Pardon me" he says as he puts the crate down and adds "I'm Vetu, this is my son Sakhu, well in his third clutch so don't worry. He's cool. Anyone knows what's that thing Richard just exclaimed? I'm not versed in Satyre".