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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 4:31 pm
Quenton Marinus - Presence Robot - Rooftop
 Wonder Woman approached purposefully, noted more out of the tail of his eye than direct watching- Quenton's eye lingered on the smart device that was being thumbed to upload evidence of photographic nonsense, which was situation "Normal." At least in dealing with Colin. Neither of the present female-bodied persons were offering much spoken communication, so it took a moment on finally looking up at the DC Comics Heroine before realization dawned:
Orah is missing, presumed dead.
Months and months on. There had been neither hide nor hair of her, nor further communications from Liryn or Athene in what had stretched on from the initial concern. But here she was. Or someone looking like her? Can the Negaverse or the Mirror create facsimile? There were those colorless doubles long ago. Is this her? She looks thin, too thin, from the ridiculous creature I knew. And it was not on the best terms we parted, if not as ill as prior. Unresolved. She must approach...for Colin or Lily? 'so glad you came'—Colin invited her. Colin knows Orah? Do they know each other as Scouts?or just as civilians?
The count of breaths of dragging on and his blinkless-stare was probably beyond the point of politeness. He knew she was alive to invite her. Where has she been? What happened? Does he know she was missing? As much as I can demand any answers out of anyone, which is not at all.
He looked back at Captain America, then back at Wonder Woman. "It's.....good to....see you well, Orah."
Then the question of if he should go. If it was safe to leave Colin or anyone else with this Orah that may or may not be Orah. At the least, Quenton stood from Colin's lap with the excuse of polite decorum to step aside and allow her more interpersonal space access to him without there being another body directly in the way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:56 pm
The curly blonde head turned and the friendly face split in a grin as Colin caught sight of her. Orah brightened, feeling a relaxing of tension, and her pace picked up, her steps lighter now in her red boots.
Her face warmed at the compliment he tossed her way, right out in front of everyone, and she smoothed her skirt over her hips with her hands. She knew everything was fine, but she couldn’t help it.
“Ah, thanks!” She said as she stopped at a comfortable social distance. The feel of eyes drew her out to a pair of firey orange and her smile faltered under the unrelenting stare. The fierce scar tracking a path down his face identified him, even in the… frankly ridiculous outfit he was wearing. Some brightly colored character, but it didn’t fit Quenton well, who had always worn subdued tones. She watched him rise from Colin’s lap, his greeting halting, and offered him a nod in return.
“Its good to see you too, Quenton. And Colin. It was nice to get an offer to come out… Its nice to get out of the house.” Her gaze dragged back to Captain American and her smile was more genuine. Colin knew what had happened… she’d told him, when they had run into each other on one of her first tentative patrols, and he’d made the invitation to the party, but she had no idea who he’d told, if anyone. Now wasn’t a good time to go about explaining it, but the feeling of gratitude was still there. “You all look really good in your costumes. And it looks like everyone is enjoying the party.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 11:26 am
Accalia Cordova - costume- ExitAfter spending some time on the dance floor and getting a few more drinks she decided to call it a night. Looking around she spotted most of the people she had conversed with earlier to be in conversation so she decided not to interrupt just to say goodbye. With that she gave a small smile and left for home.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 8:10 pm
Morgan Keaton - Jaws - First Floor, roof, then EXIT~ Something must've caught dudefella's attention-ay because he ceased to attend to the conversation at hand. Or answer the likewise back questions as to what was goin' on in his membrane. Maybe it was a matter of talking too fast. Or maybe too much jargon. Or not watching much in the way of TV or Movies. Or foreign language, ESL barriers, saw his lover off in the crowd, had a seizure and was not going to be a veggie tale? The possibilities were rather endless. But with so many costumes, and people around, and so little time, I need to get on with my gettin' on. Pics aren't going to take themselves. Apples aren't going to bob themselves outta the barrels and cookies and candy need to GET IN MAH BELLEH before I peace outta here for some run-and-guns.
Which meant Morgan gave a toodle-friendly wave and started for the rest of the crowd and the theater. A quick double check of eavesdropping a few conversations said the food was upstairs, as well as the rest of the actual relaxations of the party (like dancefloors and seats). Easy pickin's then. Elevator, foods, camera, and out! Quick, easy, DONE.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2017 9:10 am
Kit Paine - Captain James Hook - Rooftop with Penelope
The pirate flashed her an admiring grin. "Well-put," he said, "particularly for a princess whose magic may supposedly run out at midnight. Clearly you are a monarch by virtue of more than just looks or wealth. I hope you'll forgive my unmannerly, gross underestimation of your abilities. It won't happen again." He gave her a slight bow to emphasize his the sincerity of his apology.
Kit's smile broadened discreetly as he felt the princess' grip on his bicep and straightened his posture as if to demonstrate his worthiness as her escort. As his usual self, it was normally much more apparent how much he craved tactile intimacy and physical touch in general, but as he was, he could only silently appreciate the young woman's initiative. Well, maybe not only; he was still a pirate, and a captain at that. The young man pulled in his arm a bit more to his chest so as to draw the lady attached closer with it. "I see. I'll keep that in mind; thank you," he answered, amused at her comment about not needing to be royalty.
The reason behind her decision to meet up with the other couple first elicited a laugh from the pretend seafarer. "What a strategist, predetermining how to avoid unwanted social situations. Or, if unavoidable, shortening them to be as brief as possible. How indicative of a true princess." Casting her a look of mixed amusement and respect, he lead them toward their destination, manuvering as courteously as he could manage among the other costume ball attendees with the princess at his side.Nuxaz ((SORRY! I know this is incredibly old but I just wanted to post a response because it was bothering me. No need to reply if you'd rather not!))
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