[Mark had, of course, never been to something so fine as a party like this. That said, when his friend River mentioned it, he immediately went out and rented a black and silver suit coat, a nice top hat that made him think of a steampunk convention he'd once taking pictures for, and of course a nice walking cane to finish the look. All were chosen with a mind in accenting his good friend's fashion for the night, as he was escorting her there. The only thing plain about him for the night was his simple silver face mask, picked up at the door, but hey, it went with the rest of it, right?

Of course, then they were there, and Mark left River to her own socializing, and that meant he had to do something. Dancing really wasn't Mark's sort of thing, and he didn't think he necessarily knew people here, or that he'd know them if they did. Which was, you know, sorta scary. But the night felt peaceful, and he wasn't shaking with too many powers around him demanding to be copied, so he decided he'd try to have fun. Though part of him did wish he had finished making his pitch package for the owner before this, so he could have attended just a s a photographer.]

Oh well, guess I have to have fun. River wouldn't approve if I was a wallflower too.

[Not that he had intended to say it as if he was talking to someone, but oops, there was someone right there, and he smiled nervously.]

Sorry, talking to myself.

[Listen, candy was nice, and chocolate was a comfort. Which was why Mark had taken a few. Sure, he'd been intrigued by the notes, but hadn't thought too much about it. Which was clearly a mistake, given the fact that he had forgotten which was supposed to do what, and even that they were supposed to do something. So it wouldn't be that surprising for someone to walk up to him while he was under the influence.

Which, in this moment, could either be white chocolate or alcoholic. They had just been the tastiest tonight. And, of course, they both led to the same, far too true comment as he walked up to someone with more confidence than he normally would.]

You look breathtaking.

[The night was going long and Mark? Mark was living on the energy of the space around him, though he hadn't realized just how much he was drawing on it. Behind the spell on his mask he was a stranger to all, one having more fun than he knew what to do with. Oh, and there was the glowing. Mark might not have realized it, but he was currently standing near enough to passively be picking up the power of another Meta, a lesser Alliance member known as Radiance. Which was a fitting name, given the fact that the Meta in question tended to make things around them glow a bit.

For Mark, the effect was more limited. Every glint of silver on him, every twist in the silver-white embroidery on his clothes, even the simpler silver cloth of his mask all seemed to radiate a pale light, like the soft, cool light of stars radiating from him. Of course, he hadn't noticed, which meant he didn't know to tamp down on it. Sometimes being a power copier wasn't easy.

That said, Mark was running his own powers too, even if he didn't know it. He finished a conversation with a waiter he had been flirting with in passing, and as he did so, his hand brushed against the young man's skin. The server had been working for hours, tired and wilting, and with the touch he stood up straighter, looked more awake, more energized. Mark had no clue he was putting out the energy, making anyone he touched feel like they had just awoken from a good night of sleep. Too bad in the long run that restfulness wasn't true, and there might be some insomnia issues later tonight for some people. Mark just genuinely didn't know it was happening though. That either of them was happening.

Warning, in the end, might be something desperately needed.]