[ The last time Erik Lehnsherr went 'swimming', he almost drowned, so he gazes at the pool with a look of disdain that could curdle it if it was paying attention.

Somehow, someone manages to coerce him into a swimsuit, and he can be found lounging around the pool for a few hours, a book in hand and his body stretched out. Anyone paying attention will see that, throughout the party, the wristband he's wearing seems to switch colours from 'single' to 'it's complicated' and then back again, seemingly at random. Someone cannot make up their mind about how they're feeling about certain situations, it seems.

He doesn't seem particularly interested in the painting games, but who knows, perhaps the right person can persuade him to give his artistic talents a little trial; he might be better at drawing portraits of the man he wanted to murder, but he could indulge a little if pushed.

When the evening comes, Erik has slipped away to somewhere a little more quiet, hearing the whispers of secrets being shared and the rumour about honesty. The last thing he wants is to unburden himself, keeping his secrets too close to his chest for comfort. If anyone approaches him, he raises his eyebrow, a small glass of scotch in his hand. ]

Come to share your woes?

[ Erik can't remember if he's ever played festival games like this.

It's possible that at one point in time he and his mother and father had done something similar, but he can't recall it. There's no bright spark of the memory in his mind, no soft moments of joy to inspire him into giving the games a go - and it almost doesn't seem fair when he does, since when he steps up to try the horse shoe tossing it's too easy to use his mutation to make sure that he hits it every single time. Who's going to know?

Anyone who ends up handfasted with one Erik Lehnsherr, on the other hand, will have to deal with a moody mutant for however long it takes them to untie themselves, especially considering he had plans for the evening. His irritation is obvious, and he's a touch snappish, especially if it's someone he's unfamiliar with; if it's somone that Erik might dare to call a 'friend'...? He'll be somewhat more tolerable, even if he'll still be an ass about the whole situation.

During dinner, you might be lucky enough to come across Erik playing with a handsome piece of headwear, frowning at it as he spins it around in front of himself. ]

[ Feel free to find him elsewhere, sign yourself up to be handfasted to him (go crazy with it!) or DM me for something and we can figure it out! ]