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It was still fairly early in the evening: late enough that school was out and most people would be home from their jobs, but early enough that it wasn't time to start settling in for the night.

The buffet had opened about twenty minutes ago and all members of the Negaverse had been invited to join. There were plenty of tables and seats for everyone, even if it meant sitting with strangers. But what better time to get to know your allies than when the Queen had sent out a notification that she was going to have a dinner party to coincide with her upcoming announcement?

She had been around when the party first started, and though she hadn't made a plate for herself she had still passed through the crowd and made small talk. She had disappeared only recently but with a promise to return. Some of the General Sovereigns were in attendance but many of them seemed in good spirits. Lepidolite was loudly making rounds and socializing with anyone who had an ear to share. Hessonite was taking pictures on a polaroid and passing them out. Axinite was trying to sneak onto his tablet as often as he could to finish typing something but he seemed like he was trying to avoid detection while doing so.

Whatever announcement was meant for tonight clearly wasn’t something worth worrying about. How could it be something bad when the ballroom had been decorated like they were meant to celebrate? The great crystal chandeliers cast a cool glow across the room, and tall candelabras had been strategically placed throughout the room to illuminate it. The lights in the room were tinted blue and purple, and each table had a unique centerpiece: in a cylindrical tube about six inches wide and two feet tall, LED lights shifted from blue to pink to purple, illuminating very active jellyfish. They looked lifelike, with wispy tails and gentle movement, and even the bioluminescent flashes looked real–but they were too perfect. And the Negaverse had never condoned animal abuse.

Both walls of the room were lined with an incredible variety of food, and soft music played gently from hidden speakers.

Laurelite would return soon, but there was still plenty to enjoy in the meantime.

Corrupt Eternal Sailor Chara of Chocolate

Now, did Chara *really* care about being here? Nope, not in the least. Honestly he barely did more than the absolute minimum these days, only enough to keep the snootier, more annoying leaders off of his back. To him, that was his right!

How many years had he been doing this?

How much of his youth had been sucked dry thanks to this entire shenanigan?

... Okay, so he *really* didn't know that information, given going back in his memory four or so years felt like an absolute empty book.

But hey! Here he was today! No one could complain about him not showing his ugly mug around here this time.

Once he walked through the fancy looking halls, he finally saw the decked out spread that was laid out before them. There was *so much delicious s**t* that he didn't even bother to look at anyone while he loaded up his plate. The Negaverse gave a stipend and all that to make sure he was housed and fed, but it hit different when there was some ACTUAL food to shove in his gob.

With a plate loaded up, he slinked off to a seat kinda sorta in the middle of the area but not quite. A show of carefully planned not-caring. He did peek at the General Kings in all their kingly-ish glory, then proceeded to ignore it. All this big shot stuff typically went right over his head.

Sitting here, eating up, and moving that one good eye around here and there was good enough for him!

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General-King Faustite

Faustite was still a touch too groggy from waking up to effect much jubilance, but the overall mood in the great hall was warming. His flames clashed a touch with the luminance from the chandeliers; it was bright enough that he didn't stand out too terribly.

Food beckoned him, naturally, and the room was scented with enticing aromas of fresh-baked bread, braised meats, roasted vegetables, and all sorts of other fare. But given that Axinite was very obviously trying not to be obvious about being on his tablet, Faustite wondered if he could score a few more minutes of shut-eye before the announcement was made.

If nothing else, he could relax some by taking a seat in a more out-of-the-way area, leaving the lavishly decorated buffet table to be visited by the rank and file as they filtered in. He'd found a chair positioned near the wall and a small bistro table, seating for two, that looked hardy enough to stand up to his fires. Deciding it was well enough, he took a seat and crossed one leg over his knee, then leaned back in the chair.

The team would likely come around when it came closer to the announcement. And if he was lucky, he might spy some of his husbands coming through the doors.

General Benitoite.

Balancing a loaded plate in one hand the petite general weaved his way around and between people, walking on the balls of his feet, he finally approached the corrupted senshi he'd arrived with. "I do hope you don't mind sharing a plate with me. I didn't have a third hand with which to carry a second plate." Because in his other hand was a wine glass half full - for Kafka of course. He would grab a glass of water for himself soon enough, because he would need a drink in time. Offering the glass of wine to his other half, glad to have someone at his side, the blond took the time to look around the ballroom.

"I think I see Chalcanthite." He spoke softly, just loud enough for Kafka to hear him. He wasn't looking to play social butterfly tonight, he'd rather keep to his family and his team if anyone from his team turned up. Stepping closer to Kafka, standing right next to him, he let a small gap between them linger. "This is the first time I've been at an event with someone..." His voice, soft and just above a whisper, he flicked his eyes up to the others face, a light smile creeping onto his features.

For a moment he wondered if his cousins would turn up...and if so...who?

General Lopezite

It was a nice surprise to forfeit making dinner or planning to order in, and with the array of food provided, Lopezite had nothing to complain about. He’d loaded up his plate generously, but not so much that it could have been seen as greedy. He’d just had a long, hard day of work and he was very hungry.

There was plenty of food still out there, and nothing he’d taken had been even remotely close to running out. Besides, he was certain that Laurelite would have prepared for a big crowd; he doubted there was going to be any sort of food shortage.

Things had been busy for him in the last few months. He’d been active with his Negaverse duties and never fallen short of any quota, but neither had he gone out of his way to go above and beyond. He was there for his team, there for his allies, and there for anyone that needed help but he had no great aspirations to go above and beyond that.

Besides, he was busy in Destiny City.

The junkyard was booming, no doubt in part to the property damage caused by so many skirmishes–or, maybe it was just that school had started up again recently. His checks for the Negaverse cleared easily and he was able to afford just about anything he wanted. Which, presently, happened to be supporting one of his favorite shelters to purchase the land next to their lot, He was particularly proud of their efforts, and they were already almost finished building the second wing for their shelter.

He’d arrived with Alpersite tonight but they split up only briefly to make their plates. He’d made it back to an empty table first; there were still four seats left when he arrived so he doubted it would fill up before Alpersite got his plate–and he was right. He smiled when the Captain sat down next to him and immediately examined his plate.

“Oh, good choices. I’ve got a full plate in front of me and I’m still hungry for yours. I’m glad I didn’t have to cook tonight, this is infinitely better than anything I’d have made.”

…And he didn’t have to worry about navigating around the dogs in the kitchen. He’d probably still wind up sneaking a doggy bag back to them to make up for his absence tonight. Or, maybe he’d just stop and get them some cheap cheeseburgers on the way home or something; they probably couldn’t even appreciate how good it was.

Orangeish Sherbert

Corrupt Super Kafka


Taking the glass and extra plate from Benitoite, Kafka followed and looked around at all the officers and other senshi that were here so far. He was still a bit skittish after the most recent confrontation with order and kept close to that small blonde of his. Trailing behind and listening to their commentary, he spotted Chalcanthite as they had mentioned but he really felt more comfortable sticking by his partner still. The closer the better in his opinion even if that horrible vision he had seen was just something made up by that squire's magic.

The wine was just the thing to help ease a bit of the tension he had, allowing him to feel a bit better even if he really would rather be home. But he would always end up where Benitoite was so tonight he was here and at least there was food and wine. It wasn't one that he could quite place but it was at least semi-decent which made sense if they wanted to have things a bit on the higher end of the spectrum considering the Queen had sent the invitation out.

Brushing some of his unruly bangs out of his face, he then let his fingers trail down their arm for a moment. "At least it's not in space this time..." Teasing just a bit even if he was still figuring out if he liked this any better.

Corrupt Meinel

Usually, Meinel would have asked one of her cousins to come grab her for events like these. But Hudson was staying home, Lorry was busy, and Alex was going with some one else. That last one she was curious about but figured she could ask him as soon as she found a way to get there. Apparently, being a first stage meant that she couldn't teleport yet. This was rather disappointing news since she was looking forward to getting to the dark kingdom on her own. Alas she would have to figure out her own way, which meant putting out on the little tablet that she had for some one to come meet her and teleport her to the banquet.

Luckily, she had just met a corrupt not too long ago.

She quickly sent a message to...Miyamoto? Right? She would remember his name eventually.

It didn't take too long for him to appear which was stellar, meaning that she might have to rely on him to get home, which he gave his permission for as well. Giving Miyamoto a smile Meinel waived at his slowly disappearing form, "I will thank you!" Now, where to go? She looked around to see if she could find her cousin while working on grabbing a plate from the banquet. Eventually she spotted Beni with....Who was that? Quickly finishing the filling of her plate, Meinel made a beeline for her older cousin, "Benibee I found you~" She didn't want to cause a scene so she made sure to say it gently, that way no attention would be drawn. The blonde then looked up at the kind of familiar looking brown-haired senshi with a small eye squint and a tilt of her head, "And just who are you?" She was well aware her cousin was taken by Rene so this was puzzling or her cousin was a two-timing weirdo.

Eternal Kamacite

Kamacite had never enjoyed things like mingling and gathering in crowds. Those who knew him knew how capable he was as a Negaverse Senshi, but he would be the last to advertise something like that. Others sought him out when he was needed, and he preferred to keep a low profile.

Cymophane was… somewhere. Chatting people up, making connections, laughing and flirting. It gave Kamacite a headache just thinking about it. He wanted to see how Axinite was doing, but he was otherwise distracted by General King Jet and General Aquamarine. To which he did his best not to make a disgruntled expression.

There was food at least. He could at least gather up a plate to nibble on--

Except all of the tables already seemed to have someone settled. Kamacite felt his heart sink. He didn’t really want to sit with a stranger, especially not someone who would try to ask him too many questions. Maybe he could just stand awkwardly by the doors and try to eat from his plate without bothering anyone.