Snippet #2433081

That night, Polliwog peered in on the party through a skylight on the roof. She wore a costume and mask of various shades of green, adorned with a logo shaped like a lilypad. Her mask was fitted with mirrored goggles, which she adjusted like a camera lens to get a better look at what was happening below.

All seemed to be going well, but she took careful note of the attendees interactions. The high-society world was always filled with drama, and among the guests below were a few competing politicians; mayoral candidates, city chairpeople facing certain accusations by the media, and such; so the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Polliwog didn't trust it for a second.

She unlocked and descended swiftly through the skylight, going unnoticed far above the crowd, making sure to activate its "special features". The gloves she wore released a tacky, glue-like substance from the palms and fingertips. With great care, Polliwog inched her way across a beam on the ceiling and swung down onto the nearest ledge, completely shrouded by shadow. She took a second to balance herself, then readjusted her goggles to hone in on the guests individually.