The Hero's Ball (Closed RP)

Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 22, 2015 20:23:59 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons, LaxKnight Moretti managed a fake smile as he stared up at the couple. He glanced over at McMillian, and asked, "So, you tell people great stories, huh?" He chuckled lightly, not amused, and then shook his head. "I really hope you didn't tell her the mission you were on with me. Or go into detail, because...yeah. Classified stuff." Looking back over at Temple when McMillian ended up walking away to talk with someone else, he said to her, "I can't tell you what it was like. I'm not in liberty to say. Understand?" A pause. "Not being an asshole, ma'am, but yeah...can't tell you. Because if I do, then I'd have to kill you." He looked at her for a few more seconds, then gave her an apologetic look, before turning back around to face the bar. Yeah, he really didn't want to speak to anyone he didn't know.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 22, 2015 20:23:59 GMT -6 Edited by Llau Feb 22, 2015 20:38:31 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 22, 2015 20:27:36 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: Alpha Company, 120th MEU: Operation: R&R: Conversation with Malcolm] “I‘m glad you‘re excited, Sarah. I won‘t lie, it‘ll be hard work and if Erika can‘t explain everything at a given moment don‘t take it personally. She has a tough career, but I do think she‘ll like meeting you,” Mark replied, to Sarah‘s eagerness. “I‘d recommend putting in an early night before your flight is due to depart, and don‘t put off packing either. Do it either two nights before or the night before you‘re scheduled to leave. It'll mean one less thing you'll have to worry about when you're running out the door. As for Jetlag, stay hydrated and rested,” “I’ve known a few people that haven’t finished college, or enlisted directly out of high school. The front-lines don’t care whether you finished an education or not, but it’s a personal accomplishment, Nathan. You’ll feel better about yourself, and will know it when the time comes. It is up to you, if you want to attend college. No one’s forcing you, and I know your dad and your mother both want you to attend. I won’t go into a long winded speech about the pro’s and con’s of attending or not attending college or university or that you’ll feel a better man for it, but I have a feeling you’ve heard that from your folks already, he said before hearing Nathan‘s planned field of study and where he‘d applied. “The Mare Nubium Naval Academy? That’s a tough Academy. The word of two marines can still help in that branch. Even though the Corps is considered a branch of its own, we still are transported aboard and deployed from Navy ships. I don‘t know many instructors there, but I‘m sure they would be willing to listen to a couple of hard-liner marines such as your father and myself. It won‘t be easy, but you wouldn‘t have applied if you hadn‘t thought that through. Political Science? That‘s a good field, and you‘re going to be facing many a night cramming for that last exam or another. It‘ll come in handy. You‘ll be able to hold conversations with Naval Officers…Lieutenants, Commanders, Captains and possibly if you‘re very lucky and I mean lucky, an Admiral. One more thing, you might want to keep a footlocker with your belongings close by. Pack only what you can carry with you, and always keep in touch with your family. Write a letter when you can, or send them a vid-mail. It‘ll help the time pass more smoothly, and it‘ll be easier on you,” he explained. <tag Bones>

The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 22, 2015 20:27:36 GMT -6 Edited by Cabel Feb 22, 2015 20:29:23 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 22, 2015 22:37:17 GMT -6 ATTENTION Yin Lee Cho The Grand Ballroom The Grand Announcement Yin Lee Cho, Sol's Jewel crew member extraordinaire, had hung back for the most part as the crowds began to mingle. Everyone began to drift toward where they wanted to go, mostly the bar, or to the food. Both were the current main attractions of this event, but now, it was Yin Lee's job to introduce another. "Ahem. Attention!" She called out, waiting for the bustle of the crowd to cease before she continue speaking. "Heroes and detonators! For your listening pleasure, Diana Caldwell and Ricky Raltz's concert will now commence!" She waited for that to sink in, and then quickly added in. "Feel free to dance on the main floor. Food is now available on the second and fourth floors, with a full team of waitstaff to bring you meals from the menu as well as our bottle service." Diana Caldwell The Grand Ballroom Entering Stage Right Before Diana even had a chance to respond to Marcus, she was quickly brushed out on stage. In only moments, her expression of shock had been replaced by the perfect porcelain mask of a starlet. The members of the ensemble accompanying the event, set in an alcove right in front of the stage, were already tuning their instruments. Red velvet curtains parted for her to enter, and soon her heels were clicking on the hard wood flooring of the stage. The first thing she did was scan the crowd on the main floor for her cousin. She didn't instantly find her, so instead of continuing her search she gentle grabbed a hold of the pole mounted microphone and began to speak. "This is for you.." That is not how she usually started the concert, but she was payed to say that before she started singing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Valerie Cayla Jakande ONI Deputy Director The Grand Ballroom "In zero- Where ever." "You have such a way with words." Valerie responded primly as she tightened her grip on Ryker's arm. Ever so slowly, she guided him past the rest of the admiralty and CEO's present to a small table with a good view of Main Floor and stage. She wanted a show with her meal, and hopefully they would be done before they concert was finished, after all, she hadn't danced in years. Slowly, she released Ryker from her grip, and sat down at her respective seat at one end of the table. A waitor quickly made his way over to the couple, and before he could introduce himself, Valerie ordered for the both of them. "I will have the crab cakes, minus the chutney, along with a starting bottle of doux baiser." She flashed the waiter her artificial smile, and waited for him to finish scribbling down her order. "And for him." She began suddenly, jutting her chin toward Ryker. The man was more likely to order a single cigar than he was anything civilized. "He will have the Bacon Wrapped Scallops." With that, she shooed the waiter away with a small wave of her hand. "Now Ryker, how are you enjoying the evening?" This time, her artificial smile dropped into a casual look of disinterest, she propped her chin up in her hands and looked directly into the man's eyes. Just then, the voice of a young woman called out over the ballrooms intercom system. "Looks like the show is starting." She mentioned offhandedly. Sergeant Felicity Nora The Grand Ballroom With a friendly face... "Felicity, there you are! You look incredible." Felicity was all smiles as soon as she caught the attention of her Corporal. It had been too damn long since she had been relieved for some R&R, and at least this time she could joke around with one of her own men. Gingerly, she sat down in the seat offered to her by Maxen, and glanced around the mingling crowd of the ballroom before replying to him. "Thank you Max, you look dapper yourself this evening." For an ODST, he sure did know how to clean up, that was for damn sure. "I think you should just wear this to work occasionally, make the drop bay a little more inviting." "Yeah? That's funny, I was actually just thinking about it when I slipped into this bad boy. But, I mean, I don't want to attract the wrong sort you know? Those Split Lips look at me funny as is." Her mood was now definitely improving, despite the occasional glances she would receive from around the ballroom. "We won't stay here all night, but I figured it was a good place to start." She nodded at that. It had been years since her last time at a social event such as this, honestly, it had probably been during her final photo shoot for the Blush fashion publication. The memories slipped out of her head though, as soon s she glanced toward Maxen. "I'm astounded the UEG has finally gotten around to scraping up booze money for the ODST's." With that small quip, she glanced back toward the bar tender. "Two sour whiskeys!" She would definitely need a couple of those before the end of the night, but the other one was for Maxen, of course. As the bartender prepared their drinks, a woman rounded up on the stage and introduced the first act of the night. "Hey, Maxen. After we knock these back we should dance." She was probably out of her mind right about now, but if she was being shipped back to the front lines tomorrow, she would have to let loose a bit tonight. "Stop anywhere before coming here?" Felicity asked casually as a buffer while the bartender finished preparing their drinks. TinCanHitman Cheddar
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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 22, 2015 23:06:02 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tags: Llau LaxKnight Temple asking how the mission went took Sam by suprise; especially since she knew that she was asking about a rather classified part. "Well.." Sam started the say but luckily Mike responded first, his response was rather blunt and kind of chilling. She watched his face as he told Temple that what happened last month was indeed classified, as he spun around she looked to Temple and gave her a sympathic smile. "He's right, not everything is open to discussion...I'm sorry." she added at the end, Sam started to turn back around and finish her drink but she stopped and turned back to Temple, "But you should know, Mick is a good guy, I enjoyed tagging along with him." she smiled at her again before turning back to the bar. "You su-" she was cut off again, this time by the announcement that the concert was soon to start. Diana would be pissed if Sam didn't watch and Sam wanted to see her cousin sing, grabbing her almost empty glass she quickly finished her drink before standing. She grabbed Mike's arm and pulling him off his stool and towards the railing that overlooked the stage on the main floor, the two of them reached the railing just in time. Samantha looked down to the stage and smile when she saw Diana, she thought about waving but she figured the singer wouldn't be able to see her anyway. As Diana's song started Sam glanced over to Mike, a small mischievous small comming across her lips, "So Mr. Moretti, want to treat me to a dance after dinner, or is that also classified?"
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Cheddar • It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy. Veteran Posts: 88 Likes: 6	Post by Cheddar on Feb 22, 2015 23:40:27 GMT -6 ODST Corporal Maxen Titus The Grand Ballroom Needing to drink more and think less. Tags): Daenerys Targaryen Maxen sat happily next to Felicity. It was unusual, not because he didn't enjoy her company but because when they were this close it was usually to hide behind the same piece of cover. He realized that before tonight, he'd never been with her outside of their job. He didn't know how to feel about that. He made a face at the thought but it quickly disappeared when she called for drinks. He wasn't a big drinker, even socially, he'd never really acquired a taste for alcohol. He knew, though, that when a woman like Felicity called for drinks, it would be in his best interests to drink it. As their drinks were prepared he caught a sideways look from her. "Hey, Maxen. After we knock these back we should dance." He looked at her fully, even as their drinks were set in front of them and she asked an offhanded question to deflect any curiosity aroused by their conversation. Maxen was an ODST. He wasn't easily taken off guard. But Felicity had done it, and smoothly too. He smiled, recovering his composure and answered her. "Absolutely. If we're getting shipped out tomorrow, we'd better enjoy tonight." He'd been truthful. His answers generally were. He'd just never considered the offer an option before. She wasn't Sergeant Felicity Nora, ass-kicking warfighter, tonight. She was someone else. Someone decidedly more...feminine. He smiled at his overanalysis of the situation. "It's just a dance." He muttered to himself.

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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Feb 23, 2015 4:22:53 GMT -6 (Pfft Lax, its paper notepads(two woo), none of that fancy datapad stuff here ) Tags: LaxKnight Christopher John Hyde. ONI Section I Scientist, Xeno-Linguist. Grand Ballroom, at a side table. That was social right? A tiny glace was all that came from the seated ONI as a chair was pulled up and a female sat in it. With it confirmed that another person was seated as his corner table he scooted his notepads closer together and finished his current thoughts on both before flipping them closed, stacking them together, and finally setting his pencil on top of them. With that done he looked up just in time for her to speak. Although he was smiling a little Chris didn't respond immediately as it was classified information. That's why he was in the corner after all. But then again this was supposed to be a social setting so he had to say something. So after a little pause the long haired agent finally spoke up. "Compiling notes from my most recent assignment, unfortunately what is said in them is classified. Normally this kind of stuff would be done in a lab but it was such...fascinating information that I couldn't help but note my thoughts on it here." With that done he looked over his table guest a bit. He didn't recognize her from the cruise so far but he had been buried in his note most of the time so that was understandable. Her clothing was a bit odd but not cripplingly so. And she was here so she must either be some UNSC person or a prominent business woman. "What about you? Enjoying the cruise so far and UNSC or Business? Guessing you can tell where I'm from due to the eye on the shoulder."
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 23, 2015 18:55:23 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons, LaxKnight He slowly nodded at what Jackson said about McMillian. "Yeah, he's a cool guy, and I am thankful...just...yeah." He muttered. He was about to order something else to drink, when he suddenly felt someone grab his arm and pull on him. "Hey! What are...?" "Oh..." His eyes widen, looking over to see that it was Jackson getting him to get off of his ass and follow her. He did, after sort of stumbling, and allowed himself to be pulled toward the railing that overlooked the stage. He looked down at the stage as a woman was starting to sing. He leaned against the railing, folding his arms and resting them against it as he stood next to the doctor. He was listening to the song, but equally trying to figure out who the singer was, since he never heard of her, but quickly looked over with a surprised expression on his face. "Uh, what?" He blinked, eyebrows up as high as they could go, as he stared at her. "Dance...after dinner? Uhm..." He chuckled lightly. "I went to military school, not dance school, Samantha." He smiled sheepishly, glancing away. "I'd embarrass you with my exceptionally horrible dance moves of horror." He fell quiet for a few seconds, and then returned his gaze over at her. "Besides..." He straightened up. "I need to head back to my room for a bit. I, uh..." He scratched the side of his head, and smiled. "I'm not ditching you. It's just that I need to check on my little girl since she fell asleep earlier, and I decided to take her back so she can sleep in a more quiet and comfortable area than in here." Moretti bit his lower lip, looking around for a bit as he said, "I'll be back...unless you would like to uh...come with me? It won't take long." he then quickly added, "It's fine if you don't. No worries. Just thought I should ask if you didn't want to be alone or something." He laughed nervously, shifting around in his stance.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 23, 2015 19:43:03 GMT -6 Sergeant Felicity Nora The Grand Ballroom Dancing over Jupiter "Absolutely. If we're getting shipped out tomorrow, we'd better enjoy tonight." Her lips puckered slightly as she took her first sip of the drink, leaving a bit of egg white residue on her upper lip. Quickly padding that away with a spare napkin, Felicity glanced toward Maxen. "So, are you distracted by the people or by the singer?" She waggled her eyebrows as best as she could, taking a moment to glance over toward the singer herself. Before he could answer her question with one of his own, she added in. "I asked if you had stopped anywhere on your way to Sol?" After all, they had been so far out in the outer colonies that she had time to stop in Cascade before heading further in. "Your from Mars right?" She didn't complain a lot of home, there were too many memories back there that she had worked to leave behind. Maxen on the other hand had most likely mentioned his home planet before, either she was right or she was about to be embarrassed by her own lack of knowledge. "I'd say that's pretty close to Earth." She sent a small joking wink his way, truly interested about what he had done before getting on board. The music itself was enough to get her rocking in her seat. "Here, you can tell me on the floor." She ordered, in the gruffest voice she could muster as she stood from her chair, holding out the crook of her elbow for Maxen to lead her to the floor. Cheddar
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LaxKnight • Exterminatus Extraordinaire! Veteran Posts: 685 Likes: 141	Post by LaxKnight on Feb 23, 2015 21:29:00 GMT -6 CPL Toby ‘Mick’ McMillian Jr. 153rd ODST The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Main Floor Party Pooper Won’t Shit On My Parade Tag(s): Llau, Doc the Mother of Dragons, John Mick was too busy talking to Chuck to notice what the Spook said. However his response raised a venomous eyebrow on Val. Mick never really talked about the ONI missions besides that they were always dangerous and he wasn’t allowed to talk about them except on how dangerous they were. It worried her that it was becoming more and more frequent. She knew that what he did was dangerous and one day he may not come back but she is willing to be here for him when he did and listen to him when he needed someone to pour his heart out to. She didn’t care how bloody or horrific the details were, she was just glad that he was okay and shared them with her. She could tell it made him feel better. She was afraid that by keeping these secrets from her and no outlet to tell them it might bottle up and cause him to explode. Or maybe she was thinking too much. Whatever the case, she was immensely proud of him and the reassuring words of both the ONI guy and the Doc lightened her up a bit. However all thoughts ceased when the announcement of the concert was made. Then Val’s mind was driven by one overwhelming one. With a vice-like grip she grabbed Mick’s arm and dragged him to the dance floor like a crazed cow mowing over people to get her spot. She’s been waiting for this moment all day. “Whoa!” Mick exclaimed, “I know you’re excited but...” “You and I got a date with destiny and it starts on the dance floor,” she said with determination in her eyes. She noticed that there were very few others besides them and they were the closest to the center. She turned to see her man and held both of his hands as she smiled with utter excitement. It was at this point that Mick realized a critical flaw with this plan. He has never ballroom danced in his life. Sure, I can hold the line against waves of Covies but completely helpless when it comes to dancing, he thought. For a moment fear’s icy hands grasped his heart. Then he saw Val smile. Like rays from the sun she melted fear’s fingers away. He gripped her hands tighter as he was filled with new found determination. He may not know how to dance properly but he was an ODST, the best of the best, and he can adapt. Sneaking a glance at the others, he placed his left hand on the small of her back and held their leftover hands out a bit with his right and they slowly swayed in a circle to the slow rhythm of the music. He took some time looking at his feet to make sure he wasn’t stepping on her toes before he looked up to see Val’s face filled with joy and endearment which caused him to smile in turn. He was on the right track. Trisha CEO of “Big Company” The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Main Level Vague Responses Tag(s): Faclan The agent took a moment to write his last thoughts before he placed his pencil on his pad and offered her a small smile. Trisha could tell by how long the pause was that he was forming his thoughts, undoubtedly to decide what he can and can not tell her. Thankfully he did decide to speak though his answer was kind of vague, expected for one working with classified material. Why a scientist would think it was a good idea to bring such material at a social event was beyond her but she did admire his compassion for his work for he seemed to care deeply about it. He then asked about her purpose here while commenting on how obvious who he worked for was. She offered him a little smile of her own before she said, “Yeah. I’m afraid my answer is just as vague as yours. I’m here because of both actually,” she said, taking a moment to figure out how to phrase her next bit before she said, “While my business can easily be done through research and data, I would much rather gather the information first hand from the people that it pertains to.” She looked into his eyes then said, “The men and women of the UNSC. Figured this would be the best and safest place to do it.” The lovely looking woman stood up a little straighter and said, “I’m Trisha by the way. You?
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Cheddar • It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy. Veteran Posts: 88 Likes: 6	Post by Cheddar on Feb 23, 2015 21:37:39 GMT -6 ODST Corporal Maxen Titus Grand Ballroom Finally putting those dancing lessons to use Tags: Daenerys Targaryen Maxen took Felicity's arm and started walking. She'd launched a barrage of questions at him and he did his best to answer them. He wracked his brain for answers while the duo glided out onto the floor. The corporal was still struck by how different she was here. She even moved differently, her gait shortened and more fluid than in her armor. He finally answered her as they cleared a patch of people on the floor. "Yeah, I'm from Mars. Seven Hills. But there's nothing there for me anymore. And as for Earth? I've been once. Didn't even go there for training. They sent me to Callisto for that." He imagined that as answers went, that one was pretty boring. He didn't know what else to say, though. His mom had been an administrator for the Seven Hills region public schools and his dad had been a high ranking officer in the navy, both dead now. He knew that bringing all that up though would ruin any sort of mood that the Jewel's atmosphere had created. He shook his head and let out a snort. "Shit, Felicity. Let's just dance. You keep asking questions and you'll find out that my personal life doesn't really exist." He thought for a moment about how he'd been approaching the night. He'd been acting like it was a combat situation, analyzing everything and trying to ensure he was always in control of it. It was a flaw that he and many other marines had, disengaging the part of his mind wired for battle to enjoy things even as simple as a dance. He made a conscious effort just to let go of that feeling and enjoy himself. With that in mind, He stepped back from her and extended his hand for her to take, ready to begin their dance.

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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 23, 2015 22:41:09 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tag: Llau Sam debated over staying or going in her head; she looked back down to where Diana was singing and then back to Mike, "I'm going to stay, I've never heard her sing, not very often you get to see your cousin on stage." Few people knew the relationship between she and Diana, just like few know about her the whole ordeal with her father. Sam turned from the railing, "You go and see about your daughter, I'll be here when you get back." she saw a hover camera appear over Mikes shoulder and then the red headed woman from eariler in the evening, "And it looks like I have a way to amuse myself." She added with a smirk, the redhead reporter saw Sam and perked up; her eyes moving to her right arm and then back to Samantha. "Amelia O'Connel, Intersteller Times. Might I talk to you for a moment?" Sam looked at Mike again and motioned for him to leave, "I am trying to watch the concert.." she replied to O'Connel, "Oh it will just be quick." the reporter already had a data pad up and her fingers were flying across the keyboard. "So what do you know of Diana Caldwell and Ricky Raltz?" Sam raised a brow, "Why would I know anything about them?" she asked, Amelia rolled her eyes a little, Sam frowned. She had only met Ricky in passing and knew that the redhead before her was the same reporter who had been after Diana since the cruise started. "You are her cousin?" Amelia stopped typing and looked at her as if she didn't know if Sam was her cousin or not. "Yes, I am." Amelia instantly started typing again, "But I am not going to share details of her life, especially when those details are about things that are not happening." Amelia realized that the young woman was not going to give her anything about Diana, so she figured she would try another route. "So how did you get the arm? Was it an accident? Or during a fight? Why didn't you get a flashclone?" The questions kept coming till Samantha held up a hand to stop her, "How about I get another drink, and answer a few of your question." She wanted to eat dinner but didn't want to do it alone, so till Mike returned, she figured she would amuse the nosey woman, and eat at the same time.
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David • Guardian Posts: 2,313 Likes: 507	Post by David on Feb 24, 2015 1:39:44 GMT -6 Admiral David Vardy Commanding Officer, 14th Fleet Ducking punches from a drunk boyfriend! Tags: Cabel "HEY!" shouted a voice from across the room. "What are you doing with my girlfriend?" Looking around, David saw a haggard looking man with a bottle of wine in his hands weaving towards him, People standing aside, gawking at the gentlemen's dishelved attire. Indeed his suit was wrinkled, his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck and he had a general air of unkempt about him that told him he had been at this a while. No wonder his "Girlfriend" had wanted to get away. "Shit..." muttered the woman he had been 'Flirting' with for about 10 minutes now. "I'm so sorry." As David started to say something, the gentleman had reached David and stopped about 4 meters from him. "Hey. Admiral Asshat." slurred the man. "What are you doing with my girlfriend?" Frowning, David crossed his arms over his chest and gave the man an appraising look. "What's it to you? I was showing the lady a good time. Something you obviously are incapable of doing." replied Vardy with the slightest hint of sarcasm. Granted he wasn't sarcastic often, but it had its uses. "WHY YOU!..." started the man as he threw a punch at David, of which he easily dodged, The mans punch propelling him onto the ground, Where David promptly put the man into a Nelson and whispered in his ear. "Ok. Listen. Your drunk. You just tried to deck an Admiral of the UNSC. I've seen things that will make your insides curl up and leak out. I suggest you take your girlfriend and get out. Before I show you first hand what I've learned in Basic training." David hissed in the drunks ear. Granted, Basic was a long time ago, But David kept up with his training in the gym. Quite the point, he had worked out for a week to get his body back into a 'Toned' state just for this event. Fortunately. David was saved from having to demonstrate his prowess when the gentleman's girlfriend hauled the drunken man up and with an apologetic look on her face, Scurried off the floor with him. Scowling as she went, He got up, Dusted himself off, Straightened up his uniform and left the gawking Captains and Generals to gawk and took off in search of that bar he had visited earlier. As he walked, He found he had recognized someone he was meaning to speak with for a long time, and so turned to talk with the Captain. As he approached, He saw the Captain was speaking with a couple of other people, But the Admiral just wanted to say hi, at the very least. "Ahh, Captain Sorelson. How good to meet you here. It's been a while son. How are you?"

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Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 24, 2015 1:53:00 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: Alpha Company, 120th MEU: Operation: R&R] “Ahh, Captain Sorelson. How good to meet you here. It’s been a while son. How are you?” a voice rang out, one Mark and nearly every marine that had served in the One-Twentieth MEU had become familiar with. The aging Marine had looked past the edge of the table and beyond Malcolm’s family when he’d spotted the flag officer Admiral David Vardy of the Fourteenth Fleet, and as mandated by protocol Mark rose to his feet snapping a salute. “Admiral Vardy, an honor. I hope you’re enjoying the festivities, Sir?” Mark asked. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Alyssa. Alyssa, I’d like you to meet the commanding officer of the Fourteenth Fleet and a man that’s struck fear into every galactic bully that’s ever thought about tossing a rock or even a mean word our way. Please, have a seat if you’re not in too much of a hurry,” the aging Seattle-born Marine offered before gesturing to one of the few vacant chairs at the rather large round table. “We were only catching up on the last few years on the home-front,” <tag David Prime>

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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 24, 2015 5:19:58 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons He nodded, and then blinked in surprise. "Oh, she's your cousin?" He pointed his thumb toward the stage, and glanced down to watch for a little bit more. "Huh...not my type of music, but...tell her I think she's a great singer." Smiling, he glanced over his shoulder when the floating camera appeared, and then looked back at Jackson. "All right. I won't be long." He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Enjoy the interview." He slightly smirked, gently patting her shoulder, and left her to talk to the reporter after she waved him off. The Italian was still smiling a little as he made his way down to the first level, and casually walked out of the grand ball room. Once outside, he passed by a few late arrivals, and then he gave pause to breathe out a sigh that he ended up holding on the way out. Rubbing a hand over his face for a moment, he continued onward, loosening his tie and peeling off his jacket, leaving his silky vest on, and held his jacket as he made his way to the level where all the luxury suites were located at, with a hands shoved inside his pant's pockets. At least it's cooler out here, he thought. * It wasn't long until he reached his room, and he quietly took his key-card from his pocket, and swiped it to unlock the door. Once it unlocked, he ever-so-slowly opened the door, and peeked inside the dark room. He carefully stepped inside, turned on the light, and slowly closed the door behind him so he wouldn't wake his six-year-old daughter from her sleep. Renee was a deep sleeper though. She could sleep through a loud storm, and not wake up, but still, he was conscientious father when it came to his daughter. He looked toward the room she was sleeping in after passing through the living room area of the room, where he laid his jacket on one of the comfortable rocking chairs, and slowly smiled warmly. He headed over to her bed, and slowly sat down on the bedside and gazed down at her while she slept soundly where he last left her. Renee was still covered with her favorite quilt blanket he had given her a year after she was born that was made by one of his aunts who lived in Italy. Moretti reached over to run his fingers through her soft hair, and gently caressed her cheek, as he smiled thoughtfully as he watched her sleep for a couple of minutes. He was happy that Sage left him such a wonderful daughter, and if it weren't for Renee, he wouldn't have anything left to fight for, let alone what to do with himself...probably still raging over the loss of his soon-to-be wife. While he started to remember Sage, his daughter stirred in her sleep, and groaned quietly as she gradually woke up from her nap. “Hey, Renny...” he whispered with a smile. He watched as her eyelids flickered open and once she was able to focus, she smiled back sleepily. “Had a good nap, pumpkin?” “Daddy...” Renee murmured sleepily. “I'm hungry.” Moretti chuckled at that. “I hear you there. So am I.” He helped remove the quilt from her as she sat up. She was still groggy, so he helped put on her dress shoes, before helping her out of bed. She stood there for a moment, and then looked up at him with a pleading expression on her still sleepy face. Smiling down at her when he stood up, he reached his hands toward her, and she quickly jumped toward him as he scooped her up into his arms. “Oh, I see how it is,” he smirked, “You're too tired to walk, but not too tired to jump at me.” She grinned quietly at him, giggling and playfully squishing his face. “Gah!” Renee giggled a little louder, and removed her hands as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, daddy,” she told him. He kissed her on the cheek and smiled back at her. “I love you too, Renny.” and then asked, “Shall we go and have a wonderful dinner, my dear?” * She happily nodded, and he walked her out of the room, not bothering to pick up his jacket on the way out of the suite. After locking the door again, he headed back to the ball room with his daughter in his arm. Once he returned, he walked back up to the second floor to find Jackson. When he saw her, he grinned a bit as he headed over to a table, where there were enough chairs for the three of them to sit at. He sat Renee down in one chair and he sat down in another chair, and waited on Jackson, while a waiter quickly headed over to him. “Oh, I'm going to wait to order what I want,” Moretti said to the waiter, “But uh...I'd like to have a bottle of Nebula Seven and two glasses, and three waters. Also, do you have anything like fruit juice or milk?” “Yes, sir,” The waiter nodded. “We have apple juice, orange juice, cranberry and cherry juice, and grape juice. We also have whole milk, two percent, one percent, and skim milk. As well as chocolate milk.” Moretti looked over at his daughter, and asked, “What do you want to drink, Renny?” Renee looked up at her father and said, “Milk, please.” Moretti glanced back at the waiter. “Whole milk.” “Anything else I can get you and the child?” “Not at this time,” he replied, “Thank you.” He smiled and the waiter smiled back before leaving to get the drinks. Moretti gazed around before his eyes fell on Jackson again, who was still talking to the reporter. He grimaced. “Glad I'm not famous or know someone who is...” he muttered under his breath. “Dio. Reporters può essere un dolore nel culo.” He rolled his eyes a little. A few minutes later, the waiter returned, carrying a tray with a kid's- sized glass of milk, three waters, and a bottle of the chilled wine he ordered for Jackson and himself. The man placed the drinks down, and the empty wine glasses at Moretti's place and then at the place across from him. Once he finished placing the drinks down one the table, a waitress went over to place a bucket of ice for the wine, and the waiter placed the bottle of Nebula Seven into it before walking away with the waitress to check on the other tables. He sipped on the cold glass of water, and sighed a bit, drumming his fingers on the table, but eventually listened to Renee telling him a random story about how her classmates were jealous when she told her class and teacher that she was going on a trip on this ship with her father. He smiled as he listened to her, though her story ended up going on a tangent as she spoke about other things, like cartoons and what she did with Sage's parents, who take care of the child when Moretti is on his missions.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 24, 2015 19:30:07 GMT -6 Amelia O'Connel The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom The young medic had given her some interesting bits for her future articles; Amelia had never actually been on the frontlines, she prefered to stay away from it. Violence was never her thing. As she finished typing what Samantha had just said she glanced around the room to see who else she could talk to, her green eyes quickly landed on a man who looked like Artemis Astor; a very wealthy businessman who had a history of funding some rather taboo projects. "I believe I have taken up enough of your time," Amelia smiled up at Sam who returned the smile with a small one of her own, "Thank you for your service and time." Amelia held out her hand, Jackson took it lightly in her right hand and Amelia couldn't help but pull back suddenly at the coldness of the metal. "I-I'm sorry," Amelia stammered before rushing off to find her next subject. === HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tag: Llau As the reporter quickly left Sam looked around for Mike, she had seen him walk past him but was focused on the nosey redhead. She finally saw him siting at a table with a small child who had to be his daughter, the two favored each other. Samantha made her way over to where Moretti sat, and reaching the table she let out a sigh as she took the empty seat, "I swear, that woman did not want to shut up!" she reached out and picked up the glass of water before her and took a long sip. It was warm in the Ballroom, or maybe it was the drinks she had eariler? Setting her glass down she glanced at Mike and then to the little girl who had joined them, "I like your dress, my name is Sam." she said with a friendly smile, she looked around for a waiter then back to Mike, "You already order?" she asked, picking up the small menu that was on the table and giving it a look over.
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 25, 2015 23:57:23 GMT -6 Felicity's heels clacked on the lacquered flooring as Maxen guided her to the dance floor. Now that her barrage of questions had ended, she became a bit self conscious about even asking it in the first place. Just because someone's family was from the inner colonies, and weren't dead or in danger of it, didn't mean people where happy to talk about them. She herself would have been completely evasive, if she had been asked about her own family. Her mother and father had replaced her after her crash from fame. Deep down, they might still love her, but if they ever did they didn't show it. "Yeah, I'm from Mars. Seven Hills. But there's nothing there for me anymore. And as for Earth? I've been once. Didn't even go there for training. They sent me to Callisto for that." Felicity laughed at that, one of the few times she had been to earth included leaving the Manhattan space port. While she had been famous for years, her fame was held mostly in the outer colonies. It was honestly difficult to grasp all of planets held by the UNSC in its vast territory. At least as vast as it use to be. She reminded herself internally. In a place like this, it was so easy to slip back into her old life that she almost missed it for a few moments. She did what she did because it was the only thing left for her, because she knew the road she had almost gone down on. "Shit, Felicity. Let's just dance. You keep asking questions and you'll find out that my personal life doesn't really exist." Felicity hadn't realized she had been frowning over her own thoughts until she smiled at Maxen's words. He took a few steps away from her and held out his hand. Gently, Felicity held out hers and grasped his. A few distant memories of a different sot of hand holding between the two popped up in her mind. ODST got physical, and they both worked in the grime and grit together. "Alright, Max, show me what you got." Of course, being the woman that she was, she wasn't just about to let him lead. Twirling herself toward him, she ended up with her back pressed against his chest. Swaying a bit from her momentum, Felicity let out a small sigh a little admission. "I haven't actually danced since I've joined the service. Do you have any idea what to do?" Cheddar
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Cheddar • It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy. Veteran Posts: 88 Likes: 6	Post by Cheddar on Feb 26, 2015 0:37:35 GMT -6 ODST Corporal Maxen Titus Grand Ballroom Focusing on the kind of Tango he doesn't want to shoot. Tags: Daenerys Targaryen Maxen held her hand. Loosely, not like the last time he'd done it while she pulled pieces of shrapnel from a spike grenade out of his shoulder. That time he'd dug his fingers in, gritting his teeth. Her face showed a flicker of that same memory, as if it were a moment they both shared. It seemed that even here, the war would not let them be. He pulled Felicity in as she spun, her move ending with her back pressed against him. She looked up, sighing as she did so. "I haven't actually danced since I've joined the service. Do you have any idea what to do?" He smiled as he extended his arm and she moved out from him, turning and coming close again. This time she was facing him. "I have a few ideas," he smiled, "Most of them aren't my own but they'll do." He put his hand at the small of her back and the duo moved with the music, following the flow of the other couples, counter-clockwise around the ballroom floor. They all travelled along an imaginary path, keeping a certain distance apart to avoid colliding with one another. Another spin brought her back to him and they flawlessly switched places on the floor, a smooth motion that never broke their contact with one another. He smiled again, genuinely enjoying himself. The war and and stress of his job seemed to fade, pushed to a corner in the back of his mind. No matter what tomorrow held, right now he was happy. Maxen swore to make the most of his time here, for however many fleeting hours he had left. The corporal looked around the room and saw the same mentality displayed everywhere he looked. When his gaze finally came back to a smiling Felicity, he saw the same thought mirrored in her eyes as well.

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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 26, 2015 1:08:42 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons He propped his elbows on the table as he clasped his hands together for a couple of minutes, while he waited, but then perked up with he saw that the reporter hurried away from Jackson, and then his eyes fell upon her as the woman headed over to sit down across from him. He grinned a little when she mentioned to him how Amelia O'Connel couldn't shut up, and laughed briefly. “Hmm. Red heads, huh? They never do seem to shut up...” He picked up his menu and looked it over as he made the remark with a slight hint of hatred in his voice. Renee studied Jackson, looking at her robotic arm curiously, and then smiled happily while she continued kicking her legs under the table a little to release her sudden burst of energy. “Thank you,” she said, “Yours is pretty, too.” Moretti slowly grinned, glancing up at the menu at his daughter and then over to Jackson. “Look at that, Samantha,” he said, “The child speaks truthfully.” He then shook his head at her question. “No, not yet. We were waiting for you.” He took a sip of his water, and then pointed at the wine he ordered. “Ordered you and me a bottle of Nebula Seven. Expensive stuff, but really good to have with our four course meal,” A pause, and then smiled a little. “Except with the dessert...because I don't know about you, but a glass of milk with my dessert is a necessity.” “Can I have some cake?” Renee asked her father when she heard him say dessert. He looked at her. “Not until you eat some real food, Renny,” He watched as she sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Heh. Just like your mother...” He whispered softly, looking a little sad there for a moment before looking back at Jackson. “Oh. Sorry. This is my daughter, Renee. I call her Renny. Renny. This lovely lady sitting with us for dinner, is Samantha.” Renee gazed over at Jackson again and smiled. “Hi, Samantha,” she said, “Nice to meet you.” Moretti grinned. “So polite...gotta hand it to her grandparents,” he chuckled a bit, gazing back at the menu while he continued to smile. “So...what do you want, Renny?” “Cake.” He laughed. “Later, pumpkin,” he rested the menu back down onto the table, and then scooted over to her in his chair. He opened her menu and placed his index finger on the first page, where the first and second courses were located. “This is the choices we have for our first two courses, Renny. Once we're done with those, we can have the last two later if we want.” He glanced over at Jackson. “If...that's fine with you. Don't think it would be a good idea if we ate all four courses in one setting...especially if you want me to dance. I don't think you want me to puke...” “Ew, daddy,” She gave him a disgusted look and then giggled. He soon told Renee about the crab cakes and the bacon-wrapped scallops. When she made a face again, he responded, “You've had crab cakes before...” “I did?” “Yeah, your grandpa and grandma made them when I was off-duty,” he reminded her. “It was a couple of years ago, but loved them, honey.” “What are you going to have?” “The bacon-wrapped scallops.” “Ew...” He chuckled again. “One day, my dear. One day...” “I'll just have whatever you're having, daddy.” Renee shrugged. “Fair enough,” he smiled, “Except that you want the crab cakes, right?” Renee shrugged her shoulders again, nodding. “Okay.” He scooted back to where he was at, glancing down at the menu again. “What are you going to have, Samantha?” By this time, the waiter who was waiting on them returned. He stood in between Jackson and Renee, and pulled out a data-pad to put down their order. “I see that your guest has arrived, sir,” said the waiter, “Are you two ready to order?” Moretti nodded at the waiter. “I'm ready,” he replied. Glancing at Jackson, he grinned a bit. “I can go first and order for Renee and myself so you can take your time.” “I want dessert...” Renee whispered, but she was grinning. Her father smirked, shaking his head. “We're wanting to just start with the first two courses, and then later, have the last two. If that's fine?" "Yes, sir," replied the waiter, "That is fine." "Cool. My daughter would like to have the crab cakes, but none of that sauce on it, and I'll have the bacon-wrapped scallops. Then we'll both share the Classic Caprese Salad.” He then closed the menu and piled it with the menu his daughter wasn't bothering to look at the empty spot at their table for later. The waiter nodded, putting in the order, and then looked over at Jackson and waited patiently for her to order hers.
	Doc the Mother of Dragons likes this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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TinCanHitman • The Shark Veteran Posts: 1,836 Likes: 123	Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 26, 2015 1:26:44 GMT -6 ATTENTION Marcus 'Ricky Raltz' Bohannon The Grand Ball Getting Paid Marcus had gone back behind the stage, running into some mechanic or some thing, after he had left the man he had paced the halls, trying to calm himself and focus. He knew he'd have to go on stage soon, and part of being an entertainer was the ability to push aside his life problems, so that he presented a happy front. Appearances were every thing in show business, and even if he seemed to hate it, part of him thrived in the fame. He walked back to the back stage area and was immediately herded to the curtain, listening as Diana's song finished. He didn't say any thing to her, and instead brushed past her, walking on stage confidently to the polite applause of the crowd. He gave a trained bashful smile, sort of tilting his head into his shoulder. He stepped up to the mic stand and let out a small breathy chuckle "Ah, heh, this is for you." he said, in an almost knowing way. Implying that the people who knew who it was for, would. However, in truth, it was just what he was paid to say. It was a ball for the UNSC, it was always a big ego boosting deal, meant to make civilians want to fund government projects. It was all bullshit and politics, not real good will. However, Marcus knew his part and played it well. Terrance Ryker Hero's Ball Conscription Ryker had finally sat, looking across the table at what was quite possibly the most dangerous person in this entire room. Where admirals and generals demanded respect via rank, Valerie commanded it with sheer words. It didn't scare Ryker, he really didn't have the capacity any more, but it was imposed on him. He could feel the weight of her words, and what was worse no one else seemed to, lest she wanted them to. It was like watching a viper gently slither through a nursery. He sat, stiffly, and watched the situation un-fold before him. The waiter arrived, and Valerie didn't even allow him to speak, simply telling him her order and their wine. She then allowed him a brief respite before ordering for Ryker, which caused his blood to run a little colder in his veins as his eye slowly cut towards her. He did not enjoy her ordering for him, all he really wanted was a glass of stiff whiskey, and some thing to smoke, but obviously Valerie wasn't having that. In a sudden act of defiance Ryker caught the younger man's wrist in a death vice, pulling him slowly and calmly to be closer to Rykers level, his one eye staring hard at the waiter. "Bring me on-" he cast a slight glance at Valerie but caught himself and looked back "Two glasses of your stiff stuff, don't water it down. And one of those..." Ryler's eye seemed lose focus as he thought, but finally he managed "Solar Pilgrims, don't cut it." he finally released the young mans wrist, swearing he saw the boy lose a shade of color from the incident. Ryker turned his attention to Valerie who asked him how his evening was going. He stared at her, his hardened gaze clashing with her well trained one. He was currently caught in a battle of wills, and he'd be damned if he simply rolled over and allowed her to do him in. He slowly placed both of his wrinkled hands on the table. "It has been a painful end, to a slow and trying death I have been put against." he said simply, watching her, his usually placid blue eye was now a storm of challenge.
	The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Feb 26, 2015 7:48:53 GMT -6 Tags: LaxKnight, Llau Christopher John Hyde. ONI Section I Scientist, Xeno-Linguist. Grand Ballroom, at a side table. Questions for days. Chris just nodded a bit as she spoke, though he wasn't sure why she was being as evasive as she was. That was unless she had some kind of secret agenda, or was working for a secret organization, or had some other secret...secrets. It was during times like this Chris thought he didn't want to be talking to her anymore, but just getting up and walking away would look really bad so he would have to just do his best to go along with what she seemed to want to do. Then again he could just be misreading her signs completely and she may just be shy or hell even put off by him because he was ONI and maybe because he looked very different from nearly all the other military types. "Does that mean you want to ask me some questions? Christopher Hyde, nice to meet you Trisha...though depending on who you ask ONI isn't UNSC because of blankety blank reasons. But it seems as though you aren't one of those...types of people. I'm sure you know that I may not be able to answer all the questions you want to ask but I'll do my best." Taking his notebooks in his hands he slipped them off the table and into his little carrying case, so as not to loose them and so he was more sure that she couldn't make out any words in any way. But he replaced them with a Tac-Pad and set it on the table as he sent a quick message to his good friend Mike before looking back up at her and waiting for her response. 'talking to a lady person, told you it wasn't impossible here, hows things?' (Oh Chris, you nerd.)
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 26, 2015 22:44:01 GMT -6 Sergeant Felicity Nora ODST The Grand Ballroom Thoroughly Impressed What Felicity had guessed would turn into a few steps here and there carried on by awkward swaying had turned out differently than she had expected. Maxen, for an ODST, led in his dancing as well as he had cleaned up for the ball. A smile crossed her lips, as she glided, around in her spins as Maxen flawlessly glided her along. Eventually, she was pulled back to him long enough to get a good glance at his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself as well as she was. The oddity of the two of them, washed, pressed, and dancing seemed to hit her in that moment and sent her into a small laughing fit. "Max, where did you learn to dance like that?" Her smile turned into a small 'O', and she quickly free'd once of her hands to slap it over her mouth. The drinks had gotten to her a bit by now, but she still managed a muffled apology. Pulling her hand away and returning it to its original position, she spoke once more. "Right, no more grilling." The two swayed for a bit, and the music slowly came to an end. The singers changed sets quietly, and the latest, Ricky Raltz, spoke into the microphone a slight bit before he began singing as well. Without missing a beat, Felicity began swaying with Maxen once more. This time, she wrapped her arms around the soldiers neck and waited for his hands to drift toward her hips. "I hear the food here is great. I glanced at the menu before I spotted you. I swear, you inner colony types sound like you cook great food." She shrugged a bit at her own comment. "But I suppose you all have had a lot longer to practice. We could grab a bite to eat after this if you want." Cheddar
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Cheddar • It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy. Veteran Posts: 88 Likes: 6	Post by Cheddar on Feb 27, 2015 2:48:17 GMT -6 ODST Corporal Maxen Titus Grand Ballroom Tags: Daenerys Targaryen Maxen looked down at Felicity as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked up at him and commented on the food. While dancing with her, he'd almost forgotten the food was even available. He smiled at the thought and continued dancing. He listened to her talk about cooking, how inner colony cuisine must taste. He'dnever been much of a cook. Maxen knew just enough to keep himself fed, and a few meals that required some sort of invoved preparation. Aside from that, he had never taken much interest in food except to eat it. He said as much, hoping she'd find some small amusement in it. After a few more minutes of dancing, Maxen discovered that he actually was begining to feel hungry, and as more and more couples moved off the ballroom dance floor, he decided that theirs was the right idea and that he'd like to join in. He looked down at his partner. "Yeah, I think food sounds like a good idea. Those drinks earlier are starting to get to me." He laughed a little as he said it, bubbly and happy to be where he was.

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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 27, 2015 23:08:29 GMT -6 HN Samanth Jackson The Sols Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tag: Llau Sam glanced at the bottle of wine Mike spoke about, "More expensive booze on someone else's dime? Sure!" she looked back down at her menu as Moretti told Renny that she could not have cake for dinner, "Aw come on.." she said giving Renny a wink, "Party pooper." she added. Her blue eyes scanned over the menu as she decided what she wanted, four courses was a lot to eat, especially when you were not used to eating so much in one sitting. “If...that's fine with you. Don't think it would be a good idea if we ate all four courses in one setting...especially if you want me to dance. I don't think you want me to puke...” She looked up from her menu, her face a mix of shock and amusement, "But you told me you don't dance?" she replied, "And if you throw up on me we are going to have a problem." she doubt he would actually get sick, but you never know with some people. She went back to looking at her menu as Mike once again told Renny she couldn't have cake, "The crab cakes seem good." she said after he asked what she was getting, "Scallops are not really my thing." The waiter appeared at their table and took Mikes order, once done he looked to Sam with eager eyes, "The crab cakes and the winter wild greens...wild winter greens?" She couldn' remember what the exact name was but the waiter nodded and took down her order, "And I'll get the rest later." she told him as she handed her menu to the waiter. The young man took it with another nodd before leaving them, once he was gone Sam rested her hands on the table and looked to Renny. "So you like cake.." Sam nodded slowly, "I am more so a pie fan myself, though cheesecake is also good."
	"Helljumper...Helljumper..where have you been? Feet first to hell and back again." If you care to reach me, message me on skype.
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 28, 2015 13:24:49 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons Faclan He gazed up at Jackson, smirking, "You said you wanted to dance, so I will dance with you," he said to her, "It would be rude of me not to." He shrugged, grabbing the wine bottle to open it. He paused, smelling it. "Mmm. It certainly smells good." He then stood up to fill her wine glass before he filled his own, and then sat back down in his chair after returning the bottle into the ice bucket. "As for puking on you...I'll make sure to puke on another couple instead." He chuckled quietly, taking a sip of the wine to taste it. "Mmm. It passes an Italian's expectation. It is good to drink." He smiled. "I personally like scallops cooked with some shrimp, and mix them up in a garlic butter sauce with some home-made Fettuccine noodles, and some ripe summer tomatoes, and melted mozzarella cheese on some fresh baked Italian bread." His stomach growled, and he gave Jackson a sheepish grin. "Look at that...making myself hungry." "Mmm!" Renee perked up at that. "Can we have that?" "I'll make some when we are back home, Renny," He smiled at her, patting the child lightly on the back. "Yay!" She looked over at Jackson, and said, "Daddy cooks when he's not working. He's really good!" After the waiter left them once he finished taking their orders, Moretti was suddenly reminded of all the fancy banquets and parties his mother and sometimes father, dragged him to when he was younger. While Renee started babbling about the desserts she liked to Jackson, which so happened to be every kind of dessert since Sage's parents let her try everything, his mind wandered off. He lightly tapped his finger on the bottom of the wine glass as he thought about the last time he went to one of those benefit parties his mom's side would have to raise money for the UNSC...which happened a year before he had a falling out with his father. His eyebrows furrowed at the memory, and then how he showed up one day during one of those parties to confront his father about caring more about himself than his own son who spent time in a hospital after the ambush, and ended up being roughly escorted off of their property after he and his father scuffled in front of everyone. His father may be an old bastard, but the man could still fight like he was still young. The scuffle earned him a bloody lip, but his father ended up having a bloody nose, before a group of people managed to break them up. That shit wouldn't have happened if he didn't bring Sage up...he thought with a slight frown. He sighed, and then a few quiet beeps on his data-pad steered him away from his past memories, and brought him back to the present time. He pulled out the hand-held data-pad from the pocket of his vest, and looked at the message from Chris Hyde. >> 'talking to a lady person, told you it wasn't impossible here, hows things?' He blinked, shocked at this revelation, but he was happy for his friend as he replied to the message. >> 'My God...so the nerd can talk to a lady? I'm both shocked and amazed, my friend. Ha! Kidding, but that's great. Who is she? Wait...she isn't one of the waitresses here? Dude, if she works on this ship, she doesn't count because you HAVE to talk to them. LOL! Kidding, again. But seriously...who is she? Also, things are good. Renny is having a great time now that she had her nap after falling asleep when I got here a little too early. I'm also talking to that one doctor, Samantha Jackson. Well, she says she isn't a doctor, but I can tell by the look in her eyes, how she likes to be called one. Anyway, remember her? She was with you and the rescue team back on Protector. We're going to have dinner together...she wants me to dance. I'm thinking, since we placed our order in for the first two courses, to get the dancing part over with before we eat because I'm starving. So, would you mind watching Renny for me, while Samantha and I go and dance? Of course you don't! I'll bring her right over. Yeah! I see you over there! Talking to that new lady friend of yours. OOOooooOOooooo! If I hear something like two pieces of meat slapping against each other in your suite when I pass by it later, I'll know. ಠ⌣ಠ Stay classy, though, nerd.' He stifled a snicker as he typed the last part of the message before sending it to Hyde. Grinning, he shoved the pad back into his pocket, and looked directly at Jackson. He parted his lips, and looked like he was going to say something – doing this several more times. Then he took a drink of the water, and set the glass down. He cleared his throat, and scratched a little at his jawline before he could finally ask her his question. “Samantha,” he asked, “Do you want to dance now? I feel like I need to stand up and move around anyway. My friend Chris is going to watch Renny while we dance, and don't worry about our food. The waiter can keep it covered.” At the mention of Hyde's name, Renee smiled happily. “Yay, Uncle CJ!” She exclaimed. Moretti smiled at her and then continued to smile at Jackson as he stood up and offered his hand to the woman. “Don't worry...I won't embarrass you...” He grinned a little.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 28, 2015 18:43:58 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tag: Llau Sam listened to Renny go on about her favorite food, the child was speaking a mile a minute, but Sam managed to keep up..somewhat. She liked kids, their imaginations were fun to listen too and while they grew up wih the threat of aliens killing them, most of them still had an innocence about the world. Mike stood up and filled their glasses, Sam nodded her thanks before looking back to Renny, who was still chattering away. "What about cookies?" Sam asked Renny as she took a sip of her wine, the child perked up and went off on another chattering spree about something her grandmother once made. She kept talking to Renny as Mike looked at something on his data pad, all while enjoying the expensive wine. "Samantha." Little Moretti was in the middle of a rather amusing story when Mike called her name, Sam looked over to him, still laughing from what Renny had been telling her. “Do you want to dance now? I feel like I need to stand up and move around anyway. My friend Chris is going to watch Renny while we dance, and don't worry about our food. The waiter can keep it covered.” She hadn't planned on dancing till after dinner, it at all. So his question took her a bit by suprise, her eyes watched him as he stoof and offered his hand to her, if he was nervous he was hiding it very well. “Don't worry...I won't embarrass you...” she took another good sip of her wine before seting the glass down and taking his hand. As they started walking away from the table she looked back and gave Renny a smile before facing front, Sam looped her arms through Mikes as they walked, "I thought you didn't dance?" she asked looking around the room as they walked.
	"Helljumper...Helljumper..where have you been? Feet first to hell and back again." If you care to reach me, message me on skype.
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LaxKnight • Exterminatus Extraordinaire! Veteran Posts: 685 Likes: 141	Post by LaxKnight on Mar 1, 2015 21:40:41 GMT -6 CPL Toby ‘Mick’ McMillian Jr. 153rd ODST The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Dance Floor Dancing Tag(s): None The couple swayed with the music even as the singer change. The only noticeable change was that they moved a little looser as Mick got used to the movement. They just looked into each other’s eyes endearingly for there were no words to be said. They were both thoroughly enjoying themselves in the presence of each other’s company. Nothing needed to be said. As the music began to become more profound, Mick began to feel a little more adventurous. They moved a little faster, Val smiling when she noticed. When the first big part of the song came, Mick let go of Val’s back and stretched out his arm. Taking the cue, Val spun out until hers were fully extended then rolled back into his arms, emitting a small giggle of joy. She looked up at him and he looked down at her and they both smiled as they swayed a bit more, her back on his chest with her arms crossed in front of her and both their hands meeting at her hips. The continued to sway for a bit more in this position. “I didn’t know you knew how to dance,” she remarked. “You learn a thing or two dodging bullets,” he replied with a grin. Around this point the big finale of the song came and Mick spun her out again and then when she rolled back they returned to the position they started in the beginning. She gave him a small peck on his check. His heart beated a bit faster as his grin grew wider. The reaction evicted a lighthearted giggle from her. God he loved this woman. Trisha CEO of “Big Company” The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Main Level Question 1 Tag(s): Faclan Trisha listened to Chris introduce himself and explained that he might not be able to answer all of her questions. She nodded in understanding. “Well, my business extents beyond the UNSC too. It’s pretty extensive,” she said as she pulled out her own data pad while he pulled out his, “I’m well aware of how extensive ONI’s classification of information is. Though this isn’t about any operations or such. It’s about our...products and how satisfied people are with using them.” She hesitated a bit in the last sentence. If this didn’t give away then her line of questioning would anyway. “I’m just trying to be all hush hush to not attract the press. It’ll detract what I’m trying to do,” she said before she to Chris, “So, have you been on the field or ever found yourself in combat?”
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Mar 2, 2015 0:24:09 GMT -6 Sergeant Felicity Nora ODST The Grand Ballroom (Apparently the only one using the old format ) A small smile crossed Felicity's lips during at Maxen's comment about food, and she nodded in agreement. The embarrassing reality was that she probably knew less about cooking than him, and she was years his senior and had a far more independent life than his. Though, to be fair, for most of her life she had people taking care of her, whether they were working for her or just looking out for her. In a way, that was why she joined the Marines. Not so she could look out for other people, quite the opposite, so she could continue to have people looking out for her. The army kept her fed, clothed, and on a track that was arguably the furthest away from the one she had been on prior to signing up. It wasn't much to ask for, seeing as her and the rest of the Marine Corp payed back their debt by ensuring the continued survival of the human race. While that last thought seemed a bit bleak to her, she was still happy that she could get along well enough with the luxuries she use to demand. To think that she would have cried about her military regulation haircut years ago brought out small chuckle. "Yeah, I think food sounds like a good idea. Those drinks earlier are starting to get to me." While Maxen giggled like a school girl, Felicity took the opportunity to scout the edges of the floors above them. The room itself was one large open concept, with the upper floors ringing around it, offering everyone on the edges with view of the performers below. A banquet are had been set up for the lower ranked. Slyly, Felicity grabbed a hold of Maxen's arm and started guiding him toward their destination. "Everything is payed for, we might as well eat like kings and queens while we are here, right?" Eventually, the two found themselves on the second floor, and Felicity released Maxen from her grip. "Let's get a table right by the edge with a good view of the stage!" With that, she made her own way toward a table that fit just that description. Before she even had a chance to sit down, a waitor rounded up on her and asked her for her order. Felicity sat there for a bit, gawking at her menu as she waited for Maxen to seat himself. "I think I'll have the chicken amore, with the rose mary roles. As well as a glass of Nebula Seven!" With that, both her gaze and the waiters shifted toward Maxen, expectantly. Cheddar ATTENTION Beta here! The duet will be going up very soon, so we encourage you all to get on that dance floor and show your moves if you haven't already. Plus, the food is great! No MSG, we promise!
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Mar 2, 2015 4:03:36 GMT -6 Tags: Llau, LaxKnight Christopher John Hyde. ONI Section I Scientist, Xeno-Linguist. Grand Ballroom, at a side table. Oh hai Remmy. So she was a business woman, well that's one question answered. Still she hadn't said for what company yet. Still so many unknowns about this mystery person - but that was normal for him being an ONI employee and all that so Chris wasn't that put off by it. He was a tiny bit, maybe even half a worry given, but on the whole not like alarm bell running away worry or anything like that. So he just listened when she asked her questions, only glancing down when he got a message on his pad but didn't look down to read it till after she finished her questions. Humming a bit he nodded before giving an answer of sorts. "Many times yes, to both of those. Do I get to guess the company now? Is it Misriah or an armor supplier? Maybe tech that's in the VISR system?" Of course Chris never said what he was fighting, not like he was going to tell her his most recent gunfight was against Insurrectionists to save some Kig-Yar being held hostage by them...but then he looked down to see what Mike had sent back. That man really needed to get better with his messages and not just send back an essay to a simple question every single time. Then again his typing speed was to be commended. But before he could send back a proper reply a plate landed on the place to his left and then Renee plopped herself into the seat. Of course the plate already had some cake on it. "I see you've got the real food right away Remmy, good on you." He said with a smile as he held out his hand for a quick hi-5 before nodding at Trisha. "Trisha this is Renee, daughter of my best ONI friend, and Remmy this is Trisha, a business woman who wanted to ask me some questions about the work Mike and I do...Remmy next time you're with your dad could you please remind him to send back smaller messages with less extraneous information? Essays aren't needed all the time." (Hope that's ok Sheep....dawww DX)
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Mar 2, 2015 5:07:31 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Geek Goes Dancin' Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons Faclan He smiled warmly when she took his hand, and he gently held it while he walked around the table to meet her. He took a moment to explain to his daughter where Hyde was sitting at. “See where he is, Renny? Over there in the corner,” he said, pointing over to where Hyde was sitting. “Go directly to him, okay, munchkin?” Renee nodded and started skipping over, but then headed over to the dessert table to ask one of the waiters there to give her a piece of cake. Moretti looked on, grinning a little, and sighed. “Try as you may, Mike...” He whispered to himself in amusement. He watched as his daughter slowly glanced back at him with a mischievous grin on her face, and then went over to sit at Hyde's table. Renee gave Hyde a wide, mischievous smile, and giggled, and gave him a high-five. She then looked at the lady he was talking to. “Hi!” She said, and began eating the cake. “Daddy went to dancey dance with this one pretty lady with a cool robot arm. Her name is Samantha. I think daddy likes her. Hehe.” Moretti then returned his attention to Jackson as they started walking away from the table when she looped her arm around his. He tilted his head slightly when she asked her question, grinning a bit as they headed down the staircase to the first level where the dance floor was located. “Well, you know...why not?” Moretti asked, guiding her onto the already busy dance floor, and stopped when he found a space for them to dance at. He turned her around so they were facing each other as he held her hand in his; waiting as he looked around a little nervously. “Okay...uh...we're here. At the...dance floor that's...really busy.” He bit his lower lip, and gave her a slight, goofy grin. He took a deep breath, fixing his eyes on hers.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Mar 2, 2015 20:09:30 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Boogie woogie time Tag: Llau The main floor was much busier than when she had seen it for the first time; couples moved about to the beat of the music, and as Sam watched them she realized that she didn't quiet know how to dance, least not as fluid as everyone else. She was glad she had a few drinks in her to help calm her nerves, Mike led her over to a clear space and turned to face her. His hand still in hers, she could tell he was nervous, so the feeling was mutual. “Okay...uh...we're here. At the...dance floor that's...really busy.” Their eyes met and she couldn't help but smile, "Well, the crowd makes it easy for us to blend in, so if we mess up it's okay." she glanced over at an older couple who seemed like they knew what they were doing. Sam saw where they had their hands, looking back to Mike she nodded, "And if anything, we act like we know what we are doing and no one will know different." Sam lightly placed her right hand on his shoulder while her left still held his hand, she looked down at her feet, now thankful that she had rejected the shoes Diana had wanted her to wear and instead wore some more comfortable ones, once again she looked back up to Mike. "I think your hand goes on my hip.." she said softly, giving his shoulder a light squeeze.
	"Helljumper...Helljumper..where have you been? Feet first to hell and back again." If you care to reach me, message me on skype.
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