Levi isn't in event committee with Cecil and so he's been leisurely wandering around since OE let out. A shower, then over to Ribbonfin to have Cole do his makeup, then back to Azurcrest to straighten his curls and put on his suit. The silver glitter on his suit jacket from winter formal is charmed to black, with a black button up and black tie beneath. His numerous piercings are edgy enough as accessories, but in an attempt to shoehorn in the "gothic" vampire theme he has a skull accessory pinned to his lapel. As if his pointed canines aren't enough of a giveaway.

Inside his bunk with the curtains drawn open, Levi is reclined back in his bed and sipping from his flask of Firewhisky when he hears the cabin door swing open and banter ensue. "Don't tell me you didn't get the memo, McBride!" he cries, banging on the partition that separates his and Jesse's bunks. "We're not doing swuits anymore, we're doing modern goth!" With a laugh, closes his flask and swings his legs over the side of his bed to slide off of it. It's now apparent that his obligatory Space Theme has taken the form of constellation socks that clash with the aesthetic. Whatever. It's Levi.

"What time is it anyw--" he begins to ask before he gets his first eyeful of Cecil. He stops. He stares. A hideous groan resonates from within him as he clutches a hand over his heart and braces himself against the arm chair in front of his bunk. It's a sound not unlike the one he made last time they discussed vampires. (God bless him.)

Sorry, everyone.