[By Thimble and Needle] Here we are now.

Normally, Blaze tried to avoid any shows of luxury, but there was no sense declining Henley's offer. Unless someone goes at it with an investigation kit she was never here anyway, and it was nice to get out of the mass-produced car the Torrent normally drove. She follows the Nymph to the meeting location and nods when he's finished referring what they learned.

"We got your text. Do you think there's a link between the infection and the stolen goods? Like they're used to stop it or something? Kind of makes you wonder what is the Au Pair getting out of that."

The hobs never do anything for free, as evidenced by their meeting with the Whistler. 

The plan sounded good enough, a sensible investigation to try to put two and two together before diving into a dangerous situation. He gave a thumbs up.

"Yeah, I'm fine with that. I can go into the ethereal and bring someone with me. So if Blaze can go invisible, I can pull you out if needed - or carry her. Whichever. Shall we?"

"Nope. Not unless you can change your Mask out," Alecto explained. Having an adult hovering around would throw the open conversation she was looking for with her tight guise. "Henley. You're rich, right? Got any grease you can spare?"

The Beast was being brazen, but at this point her eyes were sharp and her aura glimmering with the hunt her Mantle demanded. Social niceties were somewhere in a forgotten corner as the image of the human teenaged boy vibrated with excitement.

The party was already in full swing.

The home was packed with teenagers and early college students. Most of which had gathered in the backyard. The music coming from a handful of Bluetooth speakers struggled to be heard over the chorus of chattering voices. Beer cans and party cups were strewn about. The backyard was busy with a game of beer pong while the rest of the party filtered itself into social groups huddled around talking. Laughing and drinking.

Alecto conjured the contract of Hostile Takeover as she came to the house. The loophole was granted earlier as she acquired mail during her earlier investigation. The magic weaved its way through its walls, turning the security system a blind eye to her disguised presence.

Henly called upon the Whispers of Morning. Carrying Blaze provided them both the security of being cloaked in the ephemeral of dreams, making them incorporeal. Invisible and unburdened with physical form, the two could maneuver around the party together unhindered.

The party was teaming with teens, young adults, and a couple of adolescents. The group they were looking for could be anywhere, from the main floor to the second basement or backyard.

The party wasn't going to last forever, and little did Alecto, Henly, and Blaze realize that time was already working against them.

It was a weird feeling to be not just invisible but also immaterial. It was weirder still to be that while literally carried by another person, and the fae senses picking up on minute traces of magic didn't alleviate that in the slightest. The Elemental was focused on making out anything supernatural in this ostensibly mundane gathering.

Blaze and Henly took a look around the party. Moving like ghosts through the sea of pubescent partiers and drinkers. Blaze opening her senses to the supernatural could ping five individuals soaked in glamour. Individual body parts seemed to steam with fae power in long sickly whisps of smoke. Some were arms, hands, or feet. One even eye showed signs. Blaze gave Alecto the heads up, giving her a target to maneuver towards.

Through adept social maneuvering and no small use of money, Alecto navigated the mire of teen social hierarchies. Before grasping a lead that brought her closer to the targeted group of teens. It was the purchasing of drugs that broke the dam. Pulling the fresh face into some of the more 'edge' crowds and landed in a conversation with Marco. Marco's 'group' as it was looking for help, some sort of gig that they were tight-lipped about.

The group and the hanger on's had gathered in one of the basement rooms. Music was blaring, and the lights were low for 'ambiance .'Alecto figured there were four of them part of that group. The leader, Marco, was roughly 17, maybe 18 years old. Dyed purple hair and a fashion sense suggest alt or other ill-defined fashion sense of rebellion. Notably, he was wearing gloves on his hands and a loose-fitting jacket, a size too big for him. The other two boys with him, one was his age, the other a few years younger, leaned against the wall giving Marco some space. Alecto couldn't help but notice they too seemed to conceal parts of their body.

As the teen( Alecto) was brought in, a momentary distraction entered the scene, Shelby. She was dressed chiefly in a masculine manner, ripped jeans, a hoodie, and sporting a new spot of green dye in her hair. Approaching, she leaned in and gave Marco a kiss on the cheek before handing him a beer.

"What's your name?" Marco asked, cracking open the beer and eyeing the new kid that had caught his attention at the party.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Henly searched for any signs of trouble with Blaze. Blaze indicated one of the 'marked' kids was in the living room near the window, seeming to be keeping watch. Henly, however, noticed something most everyone else was glossing over. A simple grey soccer mom Van had parked itself down the block and had been sitting there now for fifteen minutes. No one had entered or left the vehicle.