Owner	Pose
Dracula	Dracula is in q diguise, this being a traditional middle age male, dressed in a button up silk shirt and slack, loafers covering his feet, a slight grey streak through his dark hair, and his eyes a light blue. He is currently mingling through the crowd, making some small talk with various people about recent news, their day and the general mutant condition, though topics are kept light and easy to keep from getting overly complicated for party talk.
Stepford Cuckoos	The entrance of the Stepford Cuckoos into Club Evolution is nothing short of a spectacle. As they step through the side staircase, watched by the burly mutants, and make their way down the long passageway strewn with artful graffiti, heads begin to turn. The five identical blonde young girls, all with strikingly beautiful features and an air of confidence, create a ripple of whispers and curious glances as they enter the dimly lit club.<br><br>Each Cuckoo is dressed in a unique, fashionable outfit that reflects the latest trends for girls their age.<br><br>Phoebe, known for her aggressive streak, sports a black leather jacket over a red crop top, paired with high-waisted jeans and ankle boots. Her bold outfit exudes a rebellious charm, perfectly matched by her fierce expression.<br><br>Esme, always the power-hungry and selfish one, wears a sleek, form-fitting emerald green dress that accentuates her commanding presence. Her look is completed with strappy heels and a delicate gold necklace, adding a touch of sophistication to her ambitious demeanor.<br><br>Sophie, the heroic leader, opts for a chic and elegant ensemble: a white blouse tucked into a navy blue skirt, complemented by knee-high boots and a stylish blazer. Her outfit reflects her composed and responsible nature, making her stand out as a natural leader.<br><br>Irma, the romantic and musically inclined sister, wears a flowy floral dress in soft pastel colors, paired with ballet flats and a simple bracelet. Her gentle and dreamy appearance is a stark contrast to the more assertive outfits of her sisters.<br><br>Celeste, the mature and self-assured contender for leadership, is dressed in a sophisticated outfit that highlights her growing confidence. She wears a tailored blazer over a silk blouse, paired with tailored trousers and elegant pumps. Her look is completed with a pair of subtle earrings that add a touch of class.<br><br>As they step into the main area of the club, their synchronized movements and identical appearances create an almost eerie yet mesmerizing effect. The crowd parts slightly, making way for the five stunning young women who stop and look around, taking in the scene. Their eyes scan the room, each pair of identical blue eyes sparkling with intelligence and curiosity.<br><br>Phoebe is the first to speak, her tone laced with disdain. "Ugh, this place is so over. Why did we even bother coming here?"<br><br>Esme rolls her eyes and flips her hair back. "Seriously, I thought we'd find something interesting, but it's just the same old scene."<br><br>Sophie, trying to be diplomatic, shrugs and says, "Maybe there's something we're missing. It doesn't hurt to give it a chance."<br><br>Irma, ever the romantic, sighs softly. "I was hoping for something a bit more... enchanting. But I suppose we can make the best of it."<br><br>Celeste, always the practical one, adds, "Let's not judge too quickly. We're here now, so we might as well see if there's anything worth our time."<br><br>They continue to look around, their expressions a mix of boredom and mild curiosity. The combination of their presence and fashion sense sets them apart, making it clear that they are not just any group of girls---they are the Stepford Cuckoos, and they are here to make an impression, even if they aren't entirely convinced the club is worthy of their attention.
Dracula	As the girls wander in, Dracula hmmms and tilts his head, smile playing on his lips. "Well," he says as he slides closer towards the group, "This may not have the enchanting atmosphere of say, a ball or a opera," he says and chuckles, "But then a lot of the old classics are lost on the new age," he offers and smiles before nodding his head. "Oh, excuse me for the rudeness, ladies," he adds and smiles warmly, "I am Justin Drake, and I must say, it's not every day one encounters five lovely young ladies like yourselves."
Stepford Cuckoos	The Stepford Cuckoos all simultaneously turn their identical, piercing gazes towards Dracula, their expressions tinged with suspicion. The synchronized movement is almost eerie, their unity making it clear they are not to be trifled with.<br><br>Phoebe, her tone dripping with disdain, is the first to speak. "Ew, is this guy hitting on us?" She crosses her arms, her black leather jacket creaking slightly with the motion.<br><br>Esme narrows her eyes, her posture exuding a sense of authority. "How old is he anyway?" she asks, her voice filled with skepticism.<br><br>Sophie, ever the voice of reason, interjects calmly. "Let's not be rude," she suggests, though her own eyes remain watchful and cautious.<br><br>Irma, trying to smooth over the situation, offers a gentle smile, though her gaze is still sharp. "We should at least hear him out."<br><br>Celeste, the practical and mature one, steps forward slightly, her tailored blazer catching the light. "I apologize for my sisters," she says, her tone polite but firm. "I'm Celeste, and these are my sisters: Phoebe, Esme, Sophie, and Irma."<br><br>As Celeste speaks, Esme's eyes narrow further, her concentration sharpening as she attempts to read Dracula's mind. She focuses intently, trying to pierce through the surface of his thoughts to gauge his true intentions. The subtle tension among the sisters is palpable, their unity both a strength and a shield as they navigate this unexpected encounter.<br><br>Their collective presence is striking, each sister's unique personality shining through as they respond to the stranger. Despite their differing reactions, they stand together, a formidable front that exudes confidence and strength. The atmosphere around them seems to crackle with energy, a testament to their powerful bond and the silent communication that flows between them.
Dracula	His own powers of the mind are powerful, but his defenses do help slow them down. He smiles, tilting his head to the side as they speak among themselves and then to him. "OH, I understand that we are fairly different, certainly," he replies and chuckles, the surface thoughts being dug into by the Cuckoos, his interest of the identical girls wondering if it is a duplication power or something else. If they keep going deeper, they will realize he is not who he says he is, seeing his experiences of enchanting, with large galas, live evening concerts, nightclub openings, even meeting with artists and discussing their work from fashion designers getting custom tailored suits, art from all sorts of painters and sculptors and so forth, showing his money and opulence. All of those encounters at night. And if they go deeper still, they will start seeing the darker elements, the Hunger that draws him out for the hunt. "But.. I think we are quite similar in other ways," he adds.
Stepford Cuckoos	The Stepford Cuckoos, speaking in perfect unison, address Dracula with a cool, detached precision that is both eerie and mesmerizing. "We know you're not who you say you are, Justin Drake," they begin, their identical voices cutting through the noise of the club. "Your surface thoughts betray your true identity."<br><br>Phoebe crosses her arms and shifts her weight, her leather jacket creaking slightly. "We are not mere duplicates," they continue, their collective gaze never wavering. "We are the Stepford Cuckoos, quintuplets with a unique telepathic bond."<br><br>Esme tilts her head, her expression one of analytical curiosity. "Our powers allow us to share thoughts and experiences seamlessly, creating a hive mind of sorts. Each of us is an individual, yet we are interconnected."<br><br>Sophie adjusts her stance, her fingers idly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Our existence is a blend of individuality and unity, making us far more than just copies of each other."<br><br>Irma's floral dress sways as she shifts slightly, her eyes narrowing. "We suggest you omit the lies if you wish to continue this conversation," they warn, their voices tinged with an underlying threat.<br><br>Celeste steps forward slightly, her tailored blazer catching the light. "We appreciate honesty and clarity," they conclude, their synchronized speech ending with a slight pause.<br><br>Individually, they begin to introduce themselves, their voices now distinct but still harmonized. "I am Phoebe," says the one in the black leather jacket, her tone firm.<br><br>"I am Esme," says the one in the emerald green dress, her voice authoritative.<br><br>"I am Sophie," says the one in the navy blue skirt, her voice composed.<br><br>"I am Irma," says the one in the floral dress, her voice gentle.<br><br>"And I am Celeste," says the one in the tailored blazer, her voice mature.<br><br>In unison, they then ask, "Now, how do you think you are similar to us?" Their identical blue eyes bore into him, waiting for his response with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.