Mole

Avalia

_{T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R P L A Z A
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , S O P H I E , L E A F , S L I C K
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Helo
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T , B A T H I N G S U I T}

"I... Aurora blushed. This was a like outcome of the situation. She was not too naive for this possibility to surprise her. The uncertainty that she dealt with was the integrity and control of Slick. She had a difficult time convincing him not to go gamble in the immediate moments, but Princess Rosaria would never have left them under her supervision if something erroneous were to happen. "I thank you very much," she spoke as she made a small bow of her head to Caelan and Slick.

There were tons of auras dancing about and reflecting with the water's surface. She could hear the waterfall pounding and splashing against into itself. She felt more afraid near the water than she had previously thought she would be, and with her nerves trying to stay sill, she admitted aloud, for the second time, as if trying to clarify a point now to Caelan and Sophie, "I thought it would be good for all of us to stay together..." She made her best effort to appear as if she had eyes. Her had turned to the respective lights shining within each creature's souls. She wanted to acknowledge them like this, to emphasize her serious and personal matter.

Aurora drew in a small breath before continuing,"And, why should I let you have the fun without me?" A humble laugh escaped her, surprising herself and catching her off gaurd that she almost forgot what she was going to say, "...After we swim, Slick and I thought it would be fun to take you all to the gambles." Principally, she was against gambling. She could go so far as it say that her father had mentioned a time when Spiritual Advisors were canonized against gambling, which he said he preferred. However, in modern times, the laws has loosened for good favor. It was said to spoil the soul; and a Spiritual Advisor should have a clean soul; for it was through a clean soul that an Advisor could help clear the path for another soul.

Carefully, she approached the pool and dipped the tips of her toes into the water. Watching and supervising gambling ought to be different than actually engaging in it. Even if the guilt might still be present... Besides, she was still getting used to being in a swimsuit. The coolness of the air was much to luxurious and frightening for her to loosen her purse strings at their next location. "The water feels so beautiful," she finally admitted to no one, feeling solemn sense of loss and discovery all at once. She felt that she had made a mistake in order to keep them together, and she wondered how long the situation would precipitate itself.

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒔 - 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕

Prince Felix Camilia

P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A

_{T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.

He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.

It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Prince

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
King Alexandre Camilia
_{^{M O T H E R}}
Queen Rosa Camilia
_{^{S I S T E R}}
Princess Beatrice Camilia

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{N / A}}
-

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

_{^{F I A N C E}}
Lady Thea Smithwood

_{H I S T O R Y}

Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.

His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.

O T H E R

N/A

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Prince Felix Camilia

P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A

_{T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.

He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.

It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Prince

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
King Alexandre Camilia
_{^{M O T H E R}}
Queen Rosa Camilia
_{^{S I S T E R}}
Princess Beatrice Camilia

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{N / A}}
-

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

_{^{F I A N C E}}
Lady Thea Smithwood

_{H I S T O R Y}

Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.

His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.

O T H E R

N/A

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

_{S E R A P H I M A D R A K O S}

^{________________________________________________________________________________}

Something caught her eyes. A sliver of something. It moved sneakily through the scenery, but she saw it. However, as soon as she saw it, it was gone, and Seraphima was retreating away from the large dog-lion. Her body swiftly soared through the air. So much for that! She thought to herself with her fists clenched. She was feeling more defensive, now -- a position she was not entirely opposed to. Living the monastic life had been some form of defensive, and shifting into the mindset was nothing less than natural.

"As for coordinates, Seraphima... Follow my flames! Supplice, moving to close quarters combat!"

The blue flames showered to her ten o'clock, and Seraphima shifted through the air. There it is! She could barely make it out, but it was there. Again, she was concentrating on something hard to see. It was a lot like sin, a sometimes barely visible force that wreaked terrors when not being concerned. Seraphima found it amazing how often she used her skills from the monastery on the battlefield. If she was being honest with herself, practicing being a starlet might as well have prepared her for being a soldier of war. Maybe this was just a way in which God worked mysteriously. Either way, she would take the help without question.

It's easier this way.

Of course, Seraphima was not necessarily the one to take the easy way-out. She was by no means a lazy creature. If she was, K-01 would have been destined for longer range attacks. In fact, she probably would not have been bothered with becoming a Frame Pilot if she was. There were more idle things she could have been doing than saving the world from monsters. Although, at this moment, she could not think of a single one because she preferred her current position. She did not envy, idolize, nor care to entertain the thought of being anywhere else. She was much too focused of a fighter.

She opened her palms, "I see the target!" Her voice projected into her communication device. A few small blasts came from her gloves as she began heading towards the enemy. Her gliders, like small mechanical fins, moved positions on her back. The jet back blasted her forward; all the while, the young dark-haired Greek had her tools ready in hand, zeroing in on potential weak points of the target, dancing around the blue rain of fire. "K-01 moving in!"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

For approval;

Prince Felix Camilia

P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A

_{T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.

He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.

It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Prince

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
King Alexandre Camilia
_{^{M O T H E R}}
Queen Rosa Camilia
_{^{S I S T E R}}
Princess Beatrice Camilia

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{N / A}}
-

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

_{^{F I A N C E}}
Lady Thea Smithwood

_{H I S T O R Y}

Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.

His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.

O T H E R

N/A

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

WIP

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

^{O U T F I T}

_{^{L O C A T I O N : Sadie's Party
I N T E R A C T I O N S : Princess Sadie @Potter
M E N T I O N S : Drake Edwards @Lava Alckon}}

His sister's response was less than satisfactory, and he could feel a line of contemplation drawing over his own mouth as he cautioned himself from saying anything that would crush her spirits. She was being too naive, and while he always enjoyed her air of innocence -- and was quite in fact keen on guarding it, he only saw this clown toying with his sister and ruining her.

His mind drifted to Lady Thea. He did not want his dearest, most beloved Sadie becoming like her. Suddenly, Prince Felix became aware that he had not thought of her once since stepping foot into the princess' party. He had been so so determined not to let thoughts of her ruin his sister's party, he had not realized that the Lady had not even shown her face. He found it a little odd but shrugged off the thought immediately.

“Your tender heart is most sought after. It is an honest and enjoyable characteristic about you, my sister.” He paused as his eyes gazed over Sir Matthias' son. He was a delightful child, although a little pouty. He was not one to chastise or bring too much criticism over Sir Matthias, though. "Lady Lyra speaks wisely about the subject. Thank you," he nodded to Lady Lyra.

He turned his attention back to the Princess. "I cannot speak any words to adequately explain how cherished you are, as a sister, friend, or especially as a noble of the Caesonian Kingdom. Many more of these letters will come from different avenues in due time. As you said, always guard your heart. It is something you have done well your whole life, my dear sister."

With that, he leaned over and gave her a simple kiss on the cheek.

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

Rap-ture? Suzi didn’t quite understand the implication. It sounded odd and confusing, but the older girl made a joking gesture. Out of nervousness, Suzi smiled agreeably alongside her as she continued listening. It was strangely easier to follow this girl’s lead than Aki-senpai’s.

Suzi’s eyes opened wide at the mention of Digimon. She felt her gaze losing focus as she re-processed this information again. Kudamon was tucked nicely into itself. Resting. Safe.

“Octavia.”

A hand jetted out in front of Suzi. Her eyes regained focus. She took a step back from the brisk movement and blinked several times before putting out her own hand, as well. “Takada Suzuki.” A weak smile formed on her mouth. She felt less assertive, for some reason. Maybe, the excitement was finally wearing on her.

“What did you mean about more than just Digimon inhabiting this world?” She added as she shook Octavia’s hand. She glanced at the others and looked back at Octavia for discernment.

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

_{L U N C H E O N}

^{________________________________________________________________________________}

The luncheon was featured in a large electronic bubble floating above Elliot Bay. The water was wearing a projection with sparkling lights that made it a dazzling spectacle with the occasional flare of some iridescent flare-rain display. Rarely did the bay make such an appearance.

Inside the holographic bubble was an extravagant dining hall of floating cybernetic tables. The tables had a fresh whiteness all over them. The screens displaying on the table tops adorned placemats, silverware, fancy plates, and frilly napkins folded into swans. There was a centerpiece on each table — a genetically modified floral arrangement that changed colors with the general ambiance.

Faux-trees with plastiglass trunks stood at various locations around the hall, giving a glitzy, clean, earthy feel. Whatever that meant. Inside the trunks was an iridescent art of wires and sparks. The trees were wearing plastiglass leaves like gems, and decorating those gems were ornamental fruit with a scent of rose and lavender and something else to relax the attendees sponsor for the event.

A little ways from the dining hall was a side area of large tea cups with tables in the middle. The tea cups spun around in a synchronized style, and many attendees were enjoying a drink on these tilting devices. Each tea cup was fashioned to some sort of decadence. They were all transparent and bejeweled with an arrangement of prosperous subtly glowing flowers and gold articulating various angles and oddities to each particular ride. Rides were not for free.

Around the inside perimeter of the bubble were oblong floating tables that housed various expensive items calculated for a silent auction. Net runners were at work to guarantee Mr. So-So his gadget and Ms. What’s-her-face that emerald necklace, but no one would dare mention it.

Some Surplus magician dressed in an eccentric suit of patches and class was helping form a small crowd for those uninterested in the auction. He was making a dizzying display of tips and tricks with his cybernetics and augmentations. He was probably being underpaid, as a charitable contribution, but at least he was being paid and smiling. He was accepting tips for the charity.

Opposite of the Surplus magician was a Cybercom band. They were playing some jazz-type music. Occasionally, the music would get hip and off-beat and experimental, but mostly, it tried to stay with generically pre-AutoAmerica tunes. No one crowded around the band. People merely walked by and had a slight acknowledgement. The band blended into the backdrop nicely.

Cybercoms in eccentrically old-fashioned servant outfits decorated the place as servers who held various hors d'oeuvres, like sushi, tempura, and sparkling beverages with a glow.

Enforcers made themselves known. Bodyguards graced the dining hall like the decadent ornaments on the plastiglass trees. It was obviously a place with high society people, and any scum who somehow got invited was not allowed to get away with blinking out of turn. The hanging chandeliers, dripping electronic jewels, were only an extra pair of eyes to maintain this peaceful architecture of a social event.

Below the bubble were small blimps that made periodic trips from the ground and to the entrance of the bubble. At the launching ramp, security was tight, with invitation and barcode scanning, as well as identity matchers. It was a meticulous process, but the entry managed to only hold a minimal line at most, with multiple blimps making their take-off at the same time. Table numbers were assigned at check-in, catered through the attendees’ barcodes. Proper attire was also required, but word on the street, they were taking a lackadaisical approach with the Surplus.

The stage of the luncheon began with everyone mingling and networking. The Surplus were somehow merged with the the Netters. Whether they actually spoke to each other was up for discretion, but the news was adamant to make sure everyone looked like they were having fun.

About one hour into the luncheon, a delightful bell ring was heard. A woman wearing a small, pink flouncy dress with a darker bow at the waist. old-fashion bell from antique pre-AutoAmerica. Her pink lips were in a smile as she spoke, “The Silent Auction is closed! Please, everyone, go to your tables and enjoy our special menu before we invite our guest speakers to make themselves known!” Her voice was just as perky as her candy sweet smile.

Attendees of the luncheon began shuffling towards their tables. The Cybercom waiteresses came bringing salads and filling drink orders. Coffee? Sugar? Creamer? Oh, I’m sorry, I will go bring the tea, right away. Obviously, this place was too posh for Surplus, and they should be counting their blessings and how much they’re willing to donate to make up for what the charity was spending to seat them. It doesn’t always make sense how these volunteer organizations run, but they seem to make money and help those in need.

"I can't believe you wore an el~bee~dee to a luncheon." Bianca scoffed as she sipped on her mimosa, steaming with mind-rain dry ice. She pulled the drink from her lips, and a small touch of colored moisture clung to the glass. She shook her head and decided to change the subject towards Nekatrios and Adam, "I also can't believe you still have human body guards," she said and motioned towards her cybercom. He looked like he belonged at the Luncheon, unlike Adam and Nektarios. They seemed like actors playing their part and trying to ignore the conversation.

“They’re only temp~or~ra~ry,” Annie said. She giggled a little at the thought of getting a new anything. “Besides, my father’s old fashioned. He says it’s the way of Nintendo, to keep things classy. Besides, I’m not the one wearing last year’s Miu Miu collection.” Annie smirked.

The two young women continued their banter before finally settling on a MetaTok hologram picture, taken by Bianca’s Cybercom. They both agreed it looked way better than the official photobooth the Luncheon had to offer, despite not having the Luncheon's retro-vibes. Not soon afterwards, the two Asians took their seats alongside their three bodyguards. Their plastic perfect smiles filtered through the rest of their table's guests.

Annie put her mimosa on the table as she took a seat next to Alejandro. "Wow, a Book Burner!" She looked at him as if he was a piece in the museum. Bianca made a small comment about how small he was compared to the ones she saw on MetaTok, but both agreed he was adorable. However, he to~ta~lly was not as adorable as the cute little middle schooler, also known as Executive D'alessio's son. Oh, and they remembered the days when they would accompany their fathers to these types of things. Now we go at them a~lone.

They greeted Edward D’alessio with their own twenty year-old flirty ways. Who knows? Maybe, they would get lucky. He was still a bachelor, afterall. Plus, his son was like so, so ad~or~able. I mean, just look at his baby cheeks! Soo~ooo, cute!

The last person they greeted was August "Bailey" Hawkins. "It's sooo cute that you came, being a Surplus, and all." Annie started. It was obvious they looked at each guest as some random bystander who should appreciate the fact that they are being graced by their presence -- aside from Mr. D’alessio and his son, of course.

Bianca was too busy sizing-up Bailey to really tsay anything. What was she wearing? Annie's little black dress definitely was needed to offset some of the Surplus fashion sense. She hadn't thought about that until, now. In fact, she had avoided all the Surplus at the event to the best of her ability. Why was there one at her table? Instead of saying anything to Bailey, Bianca looked at her Cybercom. He was dressed to the nines, not unlike Adam and Nektarios, who were being completely ignored as usual. "Trent," she toyed with his tie, "MetaTok a gram of us all," She would edit the Surplus out later.

"As you wish, Bianca." Trent stood from his seat and made a small bow. He acted like one of those JPN-22 Boyfriends-For-Rent. He removed his tie pin, a Starsoft gadget. It opened several layers of itself to look like some cute hologram camera, shaped like a Hello Kitty silhouette. "Say sushi," his head tilted to the side in anticipation for everyone's faces to align to a faux-cheeriness.

In all, it was clear these two bad bitches were going to try to conduct the table and not let anyone take the spotlight from them.

Avalia

_{T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R P L A Z A
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , S O P H I E , L E A F , S L I C K
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Helo
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

"This..." Aurora turned around in the swimsuit. The fabric felt comfortable, and she could tell it was a little more revealing than she was hoping. All of her arms and legs were revealed. The light elf could feel the coolness of the air -- however warm the weather was. She felt naked despite having some cover. Her hands gently patted the make of her neckline and continued to her exposed shoulders. She forced a smile.

"This is the most modest that they have?" She felt at odds questioning Slick. She wanted to believe that he would not take advantage of her, but something about her revealing so much of her skin was taunting. Aurora felt out of sorts in a way. Her knees pressed together as her hands slowly fell to her sides. "Forgive me. It... is my first time like this." She spoke hesitantly, "Swimming has always made my senses a little distorted, and for this reason, I avoid it." Her milky eyes looked at the light shining within Slick. She could not make out his aura as well. There was something tricky about him, but she was willing to see the good in him anyways. Princess would agree with her judgement.

She could feel the whole city come to life as the smallest traces of the weather brushed against her skin. The sensation was odd. She was sensitive to it, and could almost feel the tickles of Sophie and Caelen having their own miss-happenings of fun. She felt a little guilty that the feline creature had not come with them. She wanted to understand his aversion to water, but her own aversions differed. Although, the group split, as long as the humans were safe, she would allow herself to be content. No matter under what conditions.