Arrival/Drinks
Consciousness slowly came back to Pike Trickfoot. At first it was a tickle to her nose, which she quickly batted her hand across her nose, her head turning and eyes opening slowly, blinking.

What the...

Pike grabbed her symbol at the center of her chest, finding it gone.

"Shit!," She jumped up and hurried out the door.

"Oh sorry," She said, looking up. "I wasn't looking where I was going..."

Drinks
Pike made it up the bar eventually, missing her best buddies, when she had to clamor on a stool to be seen, shaking her head. She was a patient person by nature and waited her turn, getting her Winter's Whisper. She walked slowly around the room, sipping her drink as she went.


Cloud Jumping
Pike looked over the tops of the clouds, taking a deep breath. She must have hit her head on the way into the city because she looked over the expanse of the clouds and wondered how all three feet of her was supposed to make it across in one piece.

"Okay, Pikey... you can do this. You are a Cleric for Vox Machina and you fuck shit up all the time. Time to let the Monstah out. Are you ready for this?"

Masquerade
(dress | Mask)

(Now, parties? Pike wouldn't say she hated them, but she didn't love them either. She didn't have Percy or Vex'halia's grace, nor did she have Scanlan's panache for being the life of the party. She wasn't quite as awkward as Kiki, but she was often overlooked because she's Pike, good, 'ol reliable Pike. Sometimes the weight of the Everlight weighed her down, but she would be well and truly lost without her )

Pardon me. Are there assigned tables?

Wildcard

[ooc. I am up for anything with Pike. So feel free to put her somewhere else. All are welcome ]