Calico is, of course here, and ready to mingle. She looks fabulous in her body sculpting dress that she has had one of the stylists sew her into - who strangely enough had smiled the whole time they were sewing. Funny - they were usually cross when she wore her own dresses. Ah well.

She wandered through the ballroom, peering through the black spikes of her metal head piece, looking for friends and her tributes... Jack. And anyone else who was stood still long enough for her to have a natter to.

There was just one draw back to her dress - which Calico realised fairly soon into the party. With her sleeves turning into gloves and her being sewn into the thing - how was she supposed to use the restroom? Nice going, Cal. No wonder the bloody stylists had smirked.