The Grand Hall

[Valerian Blackburn]

Valerian sits at one of the tables away from the main tables with all the main figureheads, trying instead to woo one of the young Prota girls.

...it's not working.

[Cillian McWolfe]

He would offer the second glass of wine to Nova, waiting for her to take it before bringing his now free hand to his chest and bowing.

"Cillian McWolfe, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Are you enjoying your stay so far?"

He motioned to the ballroom.

"Our guests seem quite eager to impress, don't you agree?"

[Cecelia Riddel]

Celia would nod as the others rose and followed her gesture.

"It's a lovely evening, thanks to your family's efforts. The roads have been safe to travel, and it is good to hear news of our neighbors, as well. From all sides" And enjoy the eye candy, but a lady never admits that. Behold the game of answering without answering.

[Novocaine]

She was more than happy to take it, taking a sip as her brows raised at his bow. He'd get a polite nod of her head in return, but, she wasn't one to bow or courtesy in most cases.

"Well. Do you want the honest answer or the one that's better for pleasant small-talk?" she'd ask with a wry smile.

[Allison Kazim]

There was a break in song long enough for her to lip by, eyeing the array of food before taking a chance on a sweet little cake. Trying not to eye the sugar dolphin too much. Talk about ridiculous amounts of lavishness.

"Ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. The place practically glittered on its own with all the fancy decorations. A part of her twisted as it admitted she appreciated some of them. Like a fine vase you couldn't touch.

Perhaps there would be something outside that would be of interest, or at least breathable air. Skirting away from the group of scholars in debate and their general area, she'd head in that direction.

[Cillian McWolfe]

"Blunt honesty would be a refreshing change to the carefully crafted lies of politics."

He rose his glass slightly before taking a sip himself.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

A Well Dressed Man would see Daniel rather depressed in the corner. That man needs some pie!

"Now now, young lad. At times like these what you need is some confidence! Go talk to the young lass, I'm sure she'll fancy and sharp dressed man such as your self. Much more than some pretty boy, don't you think?"

Then he would hold out a plate with Pie.

"Pie?"

[Gunslinger]

Daniel frowns as he looks at the man... then the pie.

Then the man again.

"...it's not like that. I just know her, that's all."

He looks away.

[Drake]

Drake would rub the back of his head as the exotic woman approached him.

"No offense lady... But, I'm not a mark, I sell the same the things you do, I just you different equipment."

With that Drake would walk away and accidentally bump into a red headed girl. His drink spilling on her dress!

"Oh I'm so sorry!"

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

Roy would grab Daniel's hand and place the plate of pie in it.

"Good! Then you should have no problems talking to her!"

Then Roy would give Daniel a LITTLE nudge towards Nova and Cillian.

[Zack Asiv]

The day moves on until a figure approaches the royal chairs. this Hooded Figure stops a few feet from the VIP area and puts a scarred hand across his chest and bows politely.

"Your Lordship and Excellency please excuse this intrusion. Make no mistake this is an intrusion. You see, this false peace, this lie you all pretend and hang on to, has a cost. This fine living on the backs of your secret slaves and inhuman experimentation's. Judgement comes for us all."

Sorrel sits up and his eyes go wide, Strike stands quickly and reaches for the crystal in his chest before a coffin rips up from the floorboards behind him as if through a portal of some kind. A beam appearing around Strike from ceiling to floor holds him in place, a larger beam appearing around the figure and Sorrel trapping them inside it's like before aid can arrive in the form of the Royal National Guard and Protan soldiers. Who all try to attack the beam of energy to no avail, it seems very durable.

"Project Judgement... It's been over ten years... I'll finish the job this time."

Angelonia would rush away forgetting the politics and manners to reach the edge of the shield.

"Fiend, stop this at once!"

[Dime Price]

She frowned at his remark and yet would grab a table cloth napkin to hand to the woman he bumped into.

"Oh now... try not to assume things too quickly comrade." She would pass off the napkin and walk away.

That was when the chaos happened!

[Novocaine]

"Pretty boring." she'd answer, taking another sip then tilting her head.

"You don't seem that into it either. You got parents to keep happy?"

She mostly asked due to her own situation...and that of some others she was sure.

But she'd be interrupted by the sudden commotion. She'd quickly look over the balcony and furrow her brows. What the hell?

[Allison Kazim]

UNCOUTH HEATHEN!

Ali gasped and jumped back as the boy turned towards her and kept going, managing to not get all of the drink on her dress and instead only most of it. Her cheeks flushed red as her eyes narrowed.

"This was. My one. Good. Dress." Death flashed in her eyes as her hands clenched. Curse it all. She really should have just gone out and seen what else there was to see her. None of these people were all that impressive. All the same small talk. All the same airs and attitude. Only now there was someone handing her a napkin and...the drama.

The napkin remained in her hand, forgotten, as she frowned.

"Project Judgement?" Why was she not surprised it was Prota?

[Drake]

"Shit, I just said I was sorry back off. Damn-"

Then all the commotion happened!

"Uh, the hell is going on?"