The three of them swaggered into the venue, almost unstoppable in their finest costumes. Beachbum was dressed in his hooded Captain's trench coat (OoC: Think of Edward Kenway from Assassin's Creed: Black Flag), with the hood covering half of his face at all times. As he walked in, the hood allowed his non-augmented eye to be seen. Meter strolled in right behind him, dressed in his usual overalls, but cleaned up from the grease from the machines, with a welder's mask as his face cover. Piper followed closely behind the other two, clad in the same jumpsuit and harnesses she would use as if she was just about to go gliding, a pair of clear-lensed aviator's goggles around her neck. Before entering the main hall, Beachbum turned to his two companions, /u/zombie-defense-meter and /u/pipersky to give them orders.

"Both of you shouldn't need reminding, but I urge you to remember," Beachbum said, mainly looking at Meter, "but this is a formal event. No fighting, no brawling, no killing. Otherwise, we'll all be shot. Take it easy and relax, as this is a peaceful place."

Meter asked, "What do you need us to to do and where?"

Beachbum pondered the question as the trio found their way into the room. "Enjoy yourselves for once. Introduce yourselves to the people who may not know you. Schmooze around with some of the others you may or may not know. See what you can find out and report back at the end of the night."

The three split up. Meter spotted a familiar face and proceeded over to the Blade's table to talk with his old classmate from Lynchburg, /u/imightbeflirting. Piper, not knowing anyone else, casually drifted towards a small group of friendly-looking women, where /u/NewMichiganRadio and /u/mightbeaviking were conversing. Beachbum, on his way over to the bar, ran into Ted, the venue's bellboy.