The satyr responsible for the spill has already blended back in with the crowd, not wanting to get tangled up with the Cylon any further. He did his job, and like a good mischief maker, it's time to hide until the real party begins.

~*~

The Pantheon lacks any of the party-goers, only being guarded by a few humans here and there. For being the iconic place of protection, one would expect more people to be around, but it seems that the population is going towards the bonfire. High in the sky, the sun look ready to set in the next hour or two, almost forcasting an ominous event.

"Don't say a word, Adia Costas." Leaning up against one of the Pantheon pillars in 'Josh', dressed in a suit and mask of his own, which covers his face completely. But his voice is certainly recognizable. He extends one hand to her. "Give me your PINpoint, unless you want to see everyone here die."

What does he mean by that? The Anti-Violence field should be online, right? He's not about to give her a bluff that he can't back up, as an attendant to the party walks in front of their line of sight. With a flick of his wrist, the man starts clutching his chest, in pain. He's not going to kill the person...unless Adia fails to cooperate.

"We need to talk."