[p3 xmare] Roxanne's night

Roxanne stumbled out back into the chaos of the exhibition hall and looked around, trying to find her bearings. The place had a slightly different energy to how she'd left it, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what had changed. It was a bit like seeing a new color for the first time, or maybe opening your eyes slightly wider than usual.

The drunken girl shook her head to try to get some concentration back. She set to work trying to find her 'beloved' boyfriend who had ruined her weekend by dragging her here.

Sam wasn't really sure what to expect by the time he saw her again. When they'd separated, she was already fairly drunk and managed to trip over and destroy several cardboard cut-outs they'd been using for a photo set. She was pretty mad that he'd made her follow him around a building of games, comics and art work that she had no understanding or appreciation of, all while dressed up as one of his favourite characters like some kind of doll.

"Roxxy!" He winced as he widened his arms in an offer of embrace as she stumbled back to him. He caught her in a hug before she managed to completely fall and said through the mount of hair in his face, "oh dear, where have you been?"

"I m-ade some friends. Your beloved blogger."

He pulled back from the hug for a moment to ask, excitedly, "She's here?!" ...before correcting himself, "Ahem, I figured she'd be here, what with it being her job."

Roxanne didn't have the concentration available to be annoyed, as she was surprised by a burst of energy emanating through her (and drunk). She watched around the hall at the way beautiful girls in their revealing costumes were attracting the gaze of men of all types. Something was off with her vision - it was almost like she could see energy transferring in their gazes.

"I rea-really need to sober up," she murmured into his shoulder.

Sam propped her up and looked into her eyes, and decided that he agreed. "Let's get you some food."

They were both surprised by Roxanne's next move - to pull Sam into a tighter embrace, one arm around his neck and kiss him passionately. It was a good kiss -- surprisingly good for one with a drunk party -- and one of their most passionate.

Sam led the way to the food, wondering what he did to earn such a kiss, while Roxanne followed, wondering where the hell that urge had come from. Certainly she was feeling much better already.

Sam thought Roxanne was watching him as he scoffed his bland conference hospitality food burger. He enjoyed the glow in her eyes that she certainly hadn't had when she arrived, and was starting to wonder what she'd done when he was away.

Roxanne was watching Sam at first, but found herself fixated on the bizarre glowing lines of energy that seemed to connect the cosplayers in the main hall behind where he was sitting, even as the population of the main hall was starting to dwindle as the first day of the conference came to a close.

They eventually made accidental eye contact, where Roxanne saw Sam's look of admiration. No matter how mad she was, she did enjoy the way he looked at her. As quickly as the accidental eye contact started, Roxanne broke it again as she noticed the bizarre energy seeming to run between her and Sam. She tried swatting at the rose-gold light strands flowing between them, but only succeeded in temporarily interrupting it like something between a vapour and a vortex in a draining bathtub. She nearly fell off the chair in her attempts to rid herself of the energy seeming to flow between them when it stopped by itself.

"Are you okay?!"

"Y-yeah. Some kind of ... fly?" She blinked slowly, still without her faculties. "I'll be right back."

Sam watched her walk away, entranced, in a not particularly straight path, back to the main hall of the event. She seemed to stare at people, and then zig zag between them with her arm outstretched as if touching something in the air. He was beginning to get really worried.

Roxanne set her sights on one particular cosplayer. She looked like a pornographic rendering of a Japanese school girl. She was certainly too mature to be in any school Roxanne was aware of - her breasts bursting out of the tight top and a skirt that left nothing to the imagination. She must have been connected to 8 or 9 different men and women around the room, and the light was much brighter than anyone else's, sucking her attention into it.

She walked up to it and touched one of the strands of light, and watched it bend as if it were some kind of electrical arc, able to pass through her. She jumped back from it and it returned to its straight path again. Deciding that it was safe to do so, she put her hand back into the energy and let it run through her for a moment.

It felt like calming electricity through her, like some kind of natural rejuvenation, but she wanted more. She took a deep breath and let it further into her, obeying some kind of subconscious instinct. The same instinct told her not to be afraid when she started to see her appearance flicker and jitter, as if fluctuating between two things for a moment. One was her, and one was some kind of ... combination of her and the cosplayer.

She looked up at the cosplayer, and noticed that the light between her and the cosplayer had dimmed slightly, yet the light between her and the staring man had intensified. She could somehow block or steal this energy? She looked at the man and realised that he was staring at her now, with a kind of vacant fascination that reminded her of hypnosis.

She once again followed her instinct and walked towards him. His vacant fascination increasingly became a look of vacant adoration as Roxanne the busty Japanese school girl approached. She walked around the entranced man, running her long nails from one wrist, up his arm and down the other side as she passed behind him. He turned his head to watch her, but his body seemed rooted in his place, as if there was no more mental capacity left for him to spend on moving.

She continued to circle him, not realising that the cosplay school girl high heels were no longer clicking on the ground as she started to hover a few inches above it. Her orbit slowed and she raised her hands, as if about to pounce, even if she didn't know what that would mean.

"Earth to Dave!" An average looking woman walked up to him, waving her hand, ripping the pair out of the trance.

The man, apparently Dave, shook his head and remembered where he was, taking the woman's hand and walking off. Behind him, Roxanne fell from her hover, falling onto the ground, somehow unnoticed, legs sprawled. The shock of being pulled out of the moment brought panic. She looked down at her body and just saw her normal self, in the Wonder Woman costume. No vibrating or fluctuating between two bodies, no hovering, no long seductive nails.

Was she about to strangle him, kiss him, cast a spell? Her own instincts confused her into a state of disarray. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle her fearful gasp as she tried to understand what had happened to her for the last couple of minutes, backing up until she hit her back on a giant photo of the very woman she'd tangled up with. Seeing the woman look down at her as if she were the real thing sent her panic over the edge: she ran to the washroom as quickly as she could, her plastic Wonder Woman outfit creaking and clicking as she sprinted.