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*Listening to Lady Melaria as they entered the balcony area, she couldn't help but be taken aback by the wonderful display found before her. The table and chairs bedecked with ornamentation; the food set upon the table under covered silver platters; exotic flowers filled the porch with an intoxicating aroma complimentary of the food; and tiny lights glittered off of the silverware and place settings, as if hundreds of fireflies had been gathered and set about the porch in little glass jars. It was truely a sight to behold.

The whole presentation was beyond that of any other party she had ever attended before. Although it seemed simple in style, the effect vastly surpassed any of those which she had attended before in her life. The whole area looked rather, ethereal. She snapped to as she realized what Lady Melaria had said about making themselves at home. She unhooked her arm from the Captain as he was lead to a seat at the grand table. Jaden watched as she seated the Captain at the head of the table and then herself to the right of him. Seeing that Lady Melaria had taken the seat to the right of the Captain, she instinctively made her way over to the seat left of him. She rested her arms upon the back of the seat and looked again at the whole presentation with a bit of awe and wonderment. As she peered down the table, taking in all there was on display, she took up her right hand and pushed the curls away from her face, as well as smooth the small wrinkles from her gown and finally adjusting the heart-shaped pendant at her neck.

She listened to the Captain and Lady Melaria speak about the home in which she resides before noticing the Doctor once more. He was coming over to the table along side of the Captain as she hid the clasp of the chain behind the nape of her neck. She smiled once again at the Doctor before pulling out her chair and begining to seat herself at the table.*

Following the crowd to Melaria's home, she wandered to the very back of the dining room and stood in the corner, neither her or her parrot touching a single utensil, drop of wine or bite of food. The room was indeed magnificent, her eyes taking in everything little decoration, every little bauble on the wall. However, she made sure to be in a corner where no mirrors were. She glanced over at all the other crew members to see what they were doing, the strange girl backing up until her back was to the wall and then sliding to the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest, Tuslo crouching there as silently as if he were a stuffed parrot. The little flirtations and hopes of courtships were continuing, the strange accountant having lost her amusement by now and only feeling nostalgic as she watched.

By no means was Syn anti-social. Yet, she had no intention to sit at a dinner table where you were expected to eat and drink, the exact reasons left unsaid as she leaned her head against the wall, an almost longing expression on her face as she watched the others eat. She listened to their conversations with keen ears and a watchful eye, one hand going out, held up to her eye so that the table looked tiny and able to clutch in her hand. She let out a long sigh and seemed to shrink, although she didn't, the small woman remaining hunched in the corner away from the beautiful festivities.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Her face crumpling in obvious dismay, Syn frowned and took the apple into her hands, looking at it with an expression of despair. She murmured quietly, perhaps too quietly for the Captain to hear, her usual jovialty completely missing at the moment, "Cap'n, I'm not looking down upon or taking lightly the generosity that Melaria has been so kind to offer us. I have... personal reasons. But since you asked..." She rose slowly, Tuslo flapping his wings once to regain his balance as the scruffy accountant made her way to the seat that the Captain had pointed out, feeling a little ashamed that she didn't possess any formal clothing and couldn't look as nicely dressed as the others at the table. Still, she gave a bit of a sheepish smile as she settled in, a little shorter than most everyone else and not exactly the type to stand out. She tried to keep it that way for a very specific reason, nodding and taking food whenever it was offered to her.

However, she never ate a bite of any of it, instead chopping up every bit of it in such a way that it looked like she was really eating it. She tried to look as normal as possible, looking up every so often during the conversations and nodding in agreement to whatever happened to be said, all the while terrified of someone else calling her out and accusing her of being ungrateful. Rough around the edges and partially insane she may have been, but she hated people thinking she wasn't grateful or caring. Tuslo nuzzled her shoulder once in a while as if to reassure the woman, who was in fact sweating buckets mentally.

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Having taken a seat at the far end of the table, Baxter did the polite thing and just listened to the conversation and smiled. It seemed as if the Captain and this Miss Melaria had known each other very well in the past.

*Aeoess smiles as she watches how both old friends and new are enjoying themselves, and having a rather joyous time*

*She gets up (Hopefully unnoticed), and decides to give herself a tour of the place*

*She thinks to herself "Wow, must of this stuff must've been expensive...", and as she looks her eyes glow just a little more, After all Aeoess loved how the crew was so happy, and the fact that she was surrounded by object with more worth then she felt she had..*

**(( OOC sorry I've not been on..in the process of moving to another state))))


Destiny walked around the room, admiring the fine paintings, the beautifully arranged roses, orchids, and other flowers, the fine cherry and oak furniture, and the georgous persian rugs.

At the call for dinner, Destiny walked over to the table, and took the chair next to Syn. " Hello there. Glad to see you again. Isn't this a wonderful party? The wine is exquisite, the food superb, the companionship excellent.. What more could one ask for in a social event?"
Destiny paused to sip and savor her glass of fine wine. " There is nothing like the bouquet of a good wine. Sometimes I'm torn between drinking and admiring. What do you think Syn?"
Destiny passed a glass to Syn, who looked at it funny. "By the look on your face, something is wrong. Was it something I said?"

Syn's face went from red to white to red in a second, then back to its normal shade, her emotions fluctuating as fast as the color of her face. She put up one hand and quickly shook her head with a cheerful, yet forced, smile, Tuslo nuzzling her head and eyeing Destiny with that odd look again. Syn put down the knife and fork, putting them aside since she hadn't been using them for real anyway. Hopefully the cook wouldn't notice this and point it out to the rest of the crew. Right now the accountant was living and faux eating in mortal fear of that, her eyes darting over ever so often to see if anyone was watching her. Not once did a drop of wine or a morsel of food pass her lips, yet a smile and fake eating motions remained, along with a healthy sense of paranoia.

"Nay nay, nothin' that ye said, my liddle tool o' Fate. Don't ye worry yer pretty head now 'bout what I do. Matter o' fact, nothin' is wrong."