- I go to the kitchen and offer to help
- I grab a drink and mingle until I overhear a conversation that piques my interest. I offer my insight and soon am sitting on the sofa deep in compelling conversation with one of the guests. Failing that, I find the nearest bookshelf and bury myself in a volume
- I strike my most alluring pose near the keg, attracting attention from a number of folks who are eager to get to know me
- I hang out by the DJ booth and chat with the DJ who asks me to cover for him while he goes to the WC. I have so much fun and do such a good job the DJ asks me to keep going. I play three more sets
- I duck into a corner to mentally send my friend good juju regarding the convo with his/her paramour. Content, I smile as I watch the revelers in action. Soon a person who seems uncomfortable at the party seeks me out for solace, and I have a sweet dialogue with them about life and identity. By the time the party is over, this person has a newfound confidence and zest for life
- I hit the ground running the moment I walk in the door. I own the room
- I cruise the party with purpose, making stops at the bar and buffet, all while eavesdropping in on the conversations to see if anyone is discussing fandom. The moment I hear folks debating lexicon, I step up, introduce myself, offer some of the treats on my plate, and dive into the discussion with giddy abandon
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