Welcome to Gaia! ::

A curious glance followed Gale as he made his exit. She was sure she'd seen a hint of something in his so pleasant expression, some shadow of something harder, but if he didn't feel like sharing, than it wasn't any of her business? "Thank you Gale," for greeting her sister. For being professional and polite. She returned the little wave, but he had already slipped into the crowd.

Lavender eyes jumped back to Astrid, and her chin dipped in a nod. "Yep, Bermuda triangle. The one and only. Turns out it really is a center for paranormal craziness." The chuckle that followed was a touch hallow, a touch high. It wasn't as if she hadn't explained this all before, but this was Astrid. It was surreal.

She blinked as the smaller blonde directed her boyfriend to be nice, and it was so absurd, so unexpected, that it smashed through the rising nerves and pulled an honest laugh from the Sun. "He's nice, don't worry." An arm looped around Aszy's shoulder, dragging her in against her side for a tight squeeze and kiss to the cheek. "Nicest guy I know." The last ws said quietly, but not enough that the young man wouldn't be able to hear it, and she slide her eyes up to him, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Then she let her sister go so she hook an arm around her elbow. "Well, let's get this tour underway." Her other hand reached out for Noah, catching his fingers. "Shall we go?"

Sherry couldn't help but smile at the greeting Stormy sent Jake's way. It was cute and amusing. "It's a bit early for him," she said.

She found herself biting her lip, though, as their new friend mentioned something about being killed in a strange room. That sounded a bit like... the dream they'd just had. Which meant it was Sherry killing her. Maybe she should stay quiet about that? It had been just a dream, after all...

"Yes, very confusing," she agreed.

At least Stormy was good at this welcoming thing; she'd remembered the food.
"Yes! Food is excellent!" Sherry beamed at Stormy, who had basically saved the day for Sherry.

She was then beaming at Mimi, too. "Nice to meet you, Mimi!" She was edging towards the food table. "Stormy and I can help take of you your during your...stay." Not that Mimi would be leaving..but... Oh, look! Food!

Bonding hadn't been scary, not by any right. Harland had been a bit slow at it, because he'd been so focused calculating roughly how many tiles he imagined there'd be and thus how many possibilities he had, so he hadn't quite heard Coyote right away. It had taken the sound of spurs before he bothered to tune in.

Harland had meant exactly what Dylon then explained. He just said it more awkwardly. In fact, he just sort of piggybacked onto what Dylon said with a sheepish smile. "Exactly what he's just been sayin," Harland added. "Coyote's... well," Harland sighed and turned red, excused himself to turn around, and untucked his dress shirt so he could life it up just high enough to show the naval jewelry. "A little less accessible'n Vahn. Coyote's a sort of... I don't really know how to describe him. A gauntlet-hybrid is his technical name, I s'pose," Harland said, nodding.

He lowered his shirt and turned around to tuck it in again.

That was as much public nudity as he could stomach at the moment. Beaches were one thing; a room full of hunters and pod people was another.

☆≼Embarrased, cowboy? You should show me off more; her curiosity is cute,≽ his weapon teased him.

Harland ignored him.

Rep almost felt guilty looking at Jordan's expressions - pure honest happiness and nothing else - at least until he reminded himself that he probably had never made him look that happy and never ******** would. The dark black bitterness and jealousy slithered back into his thoughts and it was very difficult to keep his expression as supportive as he'd sworn to be. But Harrison had asked him specifically and it didn't matter how angry he would, he would do as he was asked.

"Hey." he said coldly and glared.

Melody leaned in close to the ring, enamored by how unusual such a treasure looked. It was clear she was very impressed by the bling and further wondered, "can you show me what he looks like summoned?" It never occurred to her that that may be considered rude in a public setting.

Melody's attention became easily diverted as Harland excused himself and then messed with his clothes. What was he?... She wasn't about to see something she shouldn't was she? Then he spun around, all she saw was a flash of skin before averting her gaze and turning hot pink. Ohgodohgod he was flashing her wasn't he? She held her hand up to her peripheral to ensure she was safe. "Um. Yes. Um he's very um. Nice." Her words were stuttered with embarrassment. She really didn't expect that weapons could be worn down there.

"Summon him? I'd love to, but I feel that might be frowned upon indoors. Maybe later in a proper spot." He smiled handsomely and gave her a thumbs up.

Dylon chuckled at the bashfulness of his two new friends. "Seriously, you two. You're blushing like school girls." He laughed some more, patting them both firmly on the backs.

Alistaire's eyes slid sideways back towards Marcus, a serene smile on his face.

"A terribly uncouth term," he said to Cee without looking at her. "Please, ladies, it's clear that Marcus here is only doing his job. It would be such a shame to think that he would be anything but the most professional, am I right Marcus?"

The look on his face clearly indicated that he did indeed agree with Marcus' desire to speak later, but the touch of someone's hand on his made him jerk abruptly, Alistaire's eyes flashing to where Cee was standing. He resisted the urge to yank his hand away from hers immediately, the familiar sensation of disgust creeping up his fingers and into his throat, and he forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Shall we go then?" he said, still in the same smooth voice, but the look on his face was oddly irritated.

"Xi." she replied promptly, not really afraid of hiding anything in just a name. She had that look of someone who was a little too prying. "My name is Xi, though it is my preferred variable of choice. So you do readings to what? Save the world? I didn't catch the part where saving the world made any sense. Is this your job? Are you an intern? How did you apply for this? Where are we exactly again?"