It seemed that quite a few officers had decided to attend the party.
For her part Reinerite had made her way over to the food table initially as her grey eyes glanced over the stuff on offer.
There was a mix between halloween-type foods such as the cupcakes that someone had decorated to look like spiders and cups full of some sort of liquid - well make that some sort of substance - that looked kind of like mud..
And then there were more autumnal things such as pumpkin pie.
Reinerite decided that she wasn't going to find out if the 'mud-like' cups really did contain mud and had instead decided to opt for a couple of the cupcakes before looking for a corner in which to settle as she looked over the other party-goers...
And whilst she didn't recognise many of them, a few of the faces looked familiar - such as the corrupted senshi with long pink hair (Valeria) that appeared to be there with a cat (Katya).
Reinerite stepped over towards the duo, "Valeria right?" She said, her voice friendly as she made her words a half question.
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"Tha' was the plan..less ya have a better job for my mouth?" He purred freely flirting in the mood of his buzz. Cuprite was handsome and this party was a bit of a bust compared to the ones he normally visited. Besides who wouldn't appreciate a hot makeout in the back? Grinning as he turned back to the other he took a step closer to the blonde and settled at the older mans side.
How many had he had? Not enough, really, but enough to have started that feel good wave that was brought on by alcohol. "Not long, but if yer already askin me to leave, I'd be up for followin ya home." He chuckled and tipped the bottle to his lips again, swallowing another drink down. A wide smirk stretched the mans lips and he lifted the hat from his head then stretched against the other to try and put it on Cuprite's head, "hold this fer me?"
Saponite was glad to see the one person he actually knew in the Negaverse was also at the party. He has happy to return General Benitoite's hug. "Good to see you, sir," he greeted the man. "I'm glad to be here, it's a great chance to meet people." Not that he'd met anyone yet, seeing as he just got here. Thankfully, the General jump-started that by introducing him to some other agents.
Sean nodded at Witherite and Huntite when he was introduced, trying to fix their names and faces in his mind so he’d recognize them later. “Nice to meet you, I look forward to working with you,” he told them. He was a little embarrassed that Benitoite was praising his potential already, and hoped he’d be able to live up to it.
When the General took his turn with the baseball bat, Saponite watched with interest. So far, his attempt had hit it the shortest distance away, which made sense. He was younger than most people here, and not particularly athletic. He was sure he’d improve under a combination of Negaverse training and Romano’s physical education.
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Super Sailor Haüyne / Front Room-middle room-
PARTY TIMES. There were so many parties this time of year. And people just giving out food and candy. And drinks. It made going anywhere near the Rift again a little more palatable than just leaving other officers to Rift depredations or getting mangle-assimilated like bus. Really need to get better, more useful digs than ones that eat the help.
The thought was pushed aside, too easy a hole to fall into, unlike the Rift itself, but just as cannibalistic in nature. There were lots of officers present, already, of lots of ranks, decoration, and branch. There were also some youma, but with Generals there, everything was pretty likely to stay above board. The Corrupted of Execution grabbed a handful of six or so spiders and chucked them into the collection.
“ Follow mah nose, follow mah nose. The Nose nose where to goes. Man, I hope there’s popcorn. Should totally hit up a theater sometime. For Popcorn. An like some sixty people sitting there in the dark? Easy pickins...I gotta tell Bus. He’d be game. Quota and popcorn and whatever, all wins. And it’s a dark room so no one’s gonna flip about his face. What’s even coming out...”
A passing officer with a random selection of stuff was easy to hail and offered a red solo of something yellow and bubble that was…… Thankfully something drinkable. The warning didn’t come out of them till after, explaining the game of it. 'The Machine' took the possible hazing in stride, and chugged the rest of the glass, “GOOD MAN. I’ll have another in a bit. “
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Captain Titan / Porch
There was a selection of other officers already out on the porch when Titanlåvenite found his way from his regular practices and training already in the Rift up to where the party was set to be. It felt incongruous, to have noise and light and breath, colors not lurid but to some modern and unknown festival down in that place. It felt as strange to be around so many other officers, who dotted the rooms and mingled. He had not been in any such large group since leaving the Special Operations.
He supposed, in the time since, that meant that he was a part of the General Operations, which meant going to the porch to see the competition that the SpecOps-specific event, good faith competition or not, felt unwelcoming. He still went, playing the meat of his tongue across the back of his teeth while he watched another officer bat some youma off into the Rift. It was a game of strength and accuracy of intention? Or just baseball skill? He didn’t play baseball, but he hit plenty of youma into each other with his hammer or fist when training against them.
‘No, n-no sir.’ Came a protest when he approached. ‘You’ll break everything. You have to throw it.’
Titan took the offered youma, batless, and stared at the lieutenant that informed him of this handicap for a moment. Then stared out at the far reaches of the Rift. This Lieutenant must still be in the SpecOps. Or hoping to be. I am just another captain, but very tall to them. How is it different than letting a General hit it with the bat?
He didn’t offer a verbal reply, but wound back and then hucked the spherical youma out as far as he could manage, hoping his aim for a clear space through the crystals was true with something so much lighter than the usual weights he was used to managing.
Well, Xe didn't like him getting beaten up, either. Nor kidnapped, held captive, tortured...
The general frowned briefly as the memories came back to her, but thankfully Cinnabar picked that moment to offer her a salute. It effectively pulled the fighter out of her own thoughts, and back into the here and now. She offered a salute in return, grinning at the half-youma general as she tightened the arm around Ochre's side.
The corrupt's question pulled a small laugh from her, and she tipped her head to lay it against his shoulder. "It's what people do when they're stressed," she pointed out logically. "And you have been a bit stressed lately." Understandably, of course. However worried she happened to be for Umber, Ochre, as his brother, felt even worse.
As for him being a lightweight. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you get home safe." Her head tipped against his shoulder so she could grin up at him. "No promises I won't take advantages of you, though."
“Oh.“ Xenotime made it sound so simple - if stressed, then drink. The prospect sounded second nature when framed so easily, yet the concept sounded foreign to him. Alcohol carried different connotations for him and his brother, but Ochre saw no reason to cling to trite tradition. „Sure, I’ll have something then.“ If she was willing to drag him home after.
And take advantage, she pointed out.
„Can you take advantage of the willing?“ He smiled at her. The party was going well, at least; he heard the few cracks of the bat as the youma got flung into deep space, and the general running it objected pretty hilariously when a Wall of Man walked up to take a shot at it. People filtered in, people mingled, and he hoped a few of the new kids made some connections among older officers. If he didn’t have anyone in his corner since joining the Negaverse, he doubted he would still be within their ranks today. Maybe other officers are avoiding that same fate now.
One of the youma skulked by, and Ochre paused. „Uh, hey Xe. Can you tell it to bring us something?“
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Arsenopyrite - Front Room?
Arseno was headed toward the food table when he heard himself being called away from it by Witherite. Well… I did eat before after all… He had learned that unless he was early to the food table at parties that he would go home with an empty stomach if he went later. Which is why he tended to eat before-parties, but he had wanted to see what was on the snack table.
However he wasn’t there to ‘stuff his face’ as Witherite so gracefully put it, he was here to get to know his fellow officers, something that he wished he had been doing more than gathering energy. And so he wandered over to where Witherite and joined the others, making sure to memorize what Saponite looked like. He should probably make some sort of list considering how little he saw of the others.
He mostly watched the others in the group take a swing at the youma and if he did take up Witherite’s offer, he would probably lose. With his luck he would probably miss the youma on the first try. He was better with his feet than with his arms, at least when it came to sport-like things. He was more content to watch the others try their hand at it.
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Sailor Noctua / Front Room / 0 Points
Noctua followed her general easily, reveling silently in the warmth simmering under her skin from the affectionate touch. Wherever Cinnabar cared to lead, Noctua would follow. That was where it pleased her to be. Not that she could say as much... she only nodded, her lips in a tight line. As she passed through the rooms with Cinnabar, a great many faces passed before her. Noctua only knew one or two of them but could not place any names... should he work to correct that? If there was ever a time to do so, now would be it, when expectations were relaxed. Corrupts and officers mingled like equals, subordinates addressed commanding officers without the usual honorifics... Maybe it was just the party effecting them all...
But what did she say? Hello I'm Noctua... what else? What else was there? She drew closer still to Cinnabar in her insecurity, shame raising a light dusting of red across her cheeks and nose. She could fight senshi and steal energy from whomever she pleased but when it came to a simple hello... Nope. Too many unknowns. She knew what a senshi would do. What they would say. Fighting was easy. Communication? That was hard. Maybe some other time...
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Xenotime - Front Room
The general laughed, the sound tapering off in a relaxed sigh. "We'll find out, won't we?" Her smile was absolutely devious, not that he could see it with the way they were currently sitting. He'd feel the deliberate trail of nails against his hip over the thick material of her coat, though.
She'd found the peak of his hip bone when the question distracted her, and that roaming hand stilled. "Sure."
Xenotime moved nothing but one long leg, extending it out to stop the youma in it's tracks. "If you'd be so kind as to bring my companion and I something to drink. Something sweet." She flashed the little bit of concentrated chaos a smile, then drew her leg back up to curl beside her, settling a little more firmly against the corrupt's side. The youma scampered off towards the back room, carrying the weight of pale eyes for a moment longer.
From where they were sitting, the general could see the familiar uniform of another member of her team. Natrolite, two fisting a couple of beers and talking to a lieutenant she didn't recognize. As she watched, her captain lifted one of the bottles to balance it on the lieutenants head, and the general gave a small, exasperated sigh.
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Ochre / Front Room
Xe's words left him wondering in an excited sense. He cast an arm around Xe's shoulders while she held his hip, and considered what she had in store for him. Promises grew plentiful in his mind; perhaps he was already intoxicated by the idea behind drinking long before his ale actually arrived.
The drinking lasted no longer than an hour, of course - Ochre often drank liberally of any beverage, which ensured a quick path to tipsiness. Chatting, drinking, and watching the mild games lulled him somewhat, and he might've panicked concerning the youma running underfoot, but Xenotime's presence left him something to lean on for command. Even if he didn't mean as much as an officer, Ochre knew he earned his value among them. And tonight, with the festivities, they could each appreciate one another without worrying over their reputations.
When the time came that Ochre's balance was noticeably impaired, he decided it was time to leave. A nod to Xenotime confirmed his interest in departure. And, with a short walk out the Rift ahead of them, they wouldn't have long before they reached a warm home to end the evening.
Whilst Reinerite hadn't been sure that she wanted to chance any of the different beverages on offer, she had taken some more of the spider-decorated cupcakes because they had turned out to be surprisingly moreish and helped herself to a few of the sandwiches–
And then she had mostly hung out in the front room, content to sit and watch.
The party had been dying down when she had finally got up to leave and glanced around to see if anyone around would be willing to give her a lift back out of Negaspace.
Mayhaps the person who had given her a lift back she mused to herself as she made her way back to where she had initially been dropped off, her thoughts squarely on thoughts of home.
