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Leon was dumbstruck when Cass walked into the room. Staggered and stupid at the attire that she was wearing.

"Cass, you are wearing a dress." the brunette stated as if it was some strange magic show that had the girl sawed in two and put back together again.

Just what the well was everyone dressed up for anyways. Leon suddenly felt as if he was under dressed as he reached for the equally binding jacket that was he left draped on the pod.

They didn't need their coats? Saya stared blankly at the message at first, automatically reaching up to push her small closet open. That had caused a small delay in the intermediate's normally impeccably prompt habit, trying to decide on something that wouldn't humiliate her for the occasion. It must have been with the leaders and fancy people if Deus called for formal wear. She contemplated what that meant. Being an intermediate who didn't go out often, she didn't have the necessary equipment in her room for formal wear.

So Saya entered the room, a little off to the side, cautiously and self-consciously. Her blond-green hair was down, for once, a thin scarf wrapped around her neck, pinned back with a star-like corsage. On her white simple dress, the makeshift star corsage was the fanciest part of her outfit. Especially with her white boots, Saya was never equipped to do heels. She wasn't entirely sure how she and Ryan had arranged to meet up with each other, that part was still a little hazy, except for an awkward conversation about keeping each other company.

Which Saya was a little glad for. She was peeking in the room, hands around the doorframe, blond hair falling over her shoulder, as she glanced around. Why did everyone seem to have a "plus one?"

.. Where was Ryan again? Behind the peeping chickie.

These sorts of messages were the messages that Mimsy wished would go away; messages requesting that she leave the labs and go out into the world for missions. Messages that requested that she do anything other than pore over research, or accumulate research for others to pore over. Though it had been a year since she arrived on the island, she still found it difficult to remember that this is what she agreed to. All of it. The whole package deal of her job.

She puzzled over the term used to dictate the requisite attire for this mission, unsure what that meant here. Generally, she'd tried to avoid formal events of all varieties before her arrival. Dances and proms and award ceremonies were all skipped - the only events safe from her avoidance were her graduations, because that was different.

The idea of 'formal' that she settled on appeared to be a dress made of the same material as a pair of her leggings, shoes that were not her standard boots, and her hair loose and pinned away from her face, a little curly from being wound into braids for so long. Standing in Room 100 after exactly an hour's time, she was immediately beginning to doubt her idea of 'formal'. Maybe she wouldn't be missed if she snuck out and did something productive. As long as she was working, it probably wouldn't be too bad to not be here...

As hard as she tried to suppress the feeling of displacement, it was very evident that she was out of her element here. She didn't try to catch anyone's attention, and shifted her weight as she stood and pleaded with the universe to make something happen. Anything but mingling like this.

Dakota only grinned more. "I think the ladies took it more seriously then we did. I won't lie Wash, I'm 19....It's hard wearing a tux. Worth it for all the ladies." He jumped as Molly got really happy, looking over at who drew her attention and was blown back just by how...NORMAL Jerry looked.

And then there was something hitting his back. Something short and angry.

Like a chipmunk that didn't have a acorn.

He turned his head over, "Oh. Ami." And then proceedingly moved to behind hide Molly. "You look absolutely angrily pretty." AND THEN REALLY HID BEHIND MOLLY.

It was a good thing Ryan had been keeping an eye on the door. Because with the amount of people already present, and still filing in, Ryan would have missed Saya's entrance entirely and would have lost her to the crowd for probably most of the night. But there she was and if it weren't for her signature green/blonde hair, Ryan wouldn't have recognized her she looked--

"Wow Saya, you look--you're very..." Ryan fumbled over his words. Too many were coming to mind and none were forming in his mind long enough to produce a single good compliment. "You look really pretty." He finished sheepishly, holding his hand out to her so that he could guide her further away from the door, on the chance someone might bump into her.

Marcus liked suits. Then again, he wore button up shirts and slacks a great deal of the time when not on build work. He like suits when fitted, he liked the air they lent. Confident, refined, orderly.

Everything Deus wasn't really.

Trailing a little ways after Cass, Marcus caught the end conversation with Leon, "It's pretty terrible I know. She's much better without." A teasing comment, he kissed his wife's cheek. "You clean up nicely though Leon- don't see why you don't more often. Aside from... harassment. I guess."

After Vegas Rep had learned acutely the value of having some nice swank formal wear on hand when needed and had also learned the value of unreturned rented outfits.

He had also had very strong ******** opinions about what constituted formal.

So when he arrived at the mission, he was dressed in full Scottish national dress with the tartan of his old favourite football club clashing defiantly with his hair.

He strode in as if he owned the place, the familiarity of said formal wear making him feel like he was at a ******** stag do, or wedding back home with all the booze just ******** ripe for the plundering.

He even gave Sasha a wave when he spotted her in the crowd, a subtle statement of neutrality on this battlefield. He was in a very good ******** mood all told, though his eyes were mostly not on the crowd but who he was with instead.

Some people just looked ******** born into a suit. And blue was his ******** colour.

"At least we'll look ******** good doing it." he purred.