Stacia is reasonably sure that she will instantly become a Drone if she eats any of that sheet cake, even if the Weaver as she knows it isn't a spiritual force in this place. She will instantly be transformed into a smiling thing without a thought in her head but making sure that the world remains exactly as it is now, forever. It makes her want to take two big handfuls of the cake and rub it on the wall in protest, but she's not quite that far gone.

Instead, she turns her attention to the other people in the room. At five feet even without her heels, most of them are taller than she is. With a few notable exceptions, most of them also look basically human; but then again, so does she.

Well, time to get to work. She looks around again, letting the motion of the occupants of the room carry her attention until some unfortunate soul makes eye-contact with her.

"So this is definitely an event that we're both at. Let's play Two Truths and a Lie; I'll start: my name is Stacia, I enjoy attending Homecoming Dances, and I've colored my nails with hair dye."