Party Time

[Tom Chambers]

1608
Training Area 06
Meropis

Tom was more comfortable today, than he had been in a while, it likely had something to do with the promise of beer and a party, also the fact he'd won the pot of tim tams last night for the Australian poker game, then again now he ahd to wait a little while before he got his actual winnings, but the tim tams would stand in for now. Tom walked in with his camo jacket open and the sleeves rolled up with his plain grey-white t-shirt underneath and the matching combat pants and his clean pair of beige combat boots. There were only a handful of people in the room for now, but he was sure it would pick up and some people were still walking in. 

He made a b-line for the drinks, he quickly grabbed a beer, mm it was good to finally have one, he got out of the way of everyone else before opening it, it cracked open with a sound that made him a far better person, he took a big gulp before looking around the room for someone to talk to, it seemed most of the people in here weren't skips but then again a winter themed christmas party probably wasn't their thing, for Tom it was a chance to drink and relax, maybe even meet a few more people.

Walking around he was greeted by the not so friendly voice of Flight Lieutenant Decker. "Lance Corporal, I heard you won big last night, you winning will be transferable sometime later this week, anyway, don't try to drink anyone under the table." Tom turned to the man who was in a reasonably nice button up shirt and jeans. "I promise I wont TRY to drink anyone under the table." The soldier said with a weak smile. Decker chuckled and walked away, he got it, in the words of Master Yoda, 'do or do not, there is no try.'

The Room was slowly getting some people in it as some music came over some speakers on tripod stands. The room had some multi coloured lights and fake snow looking stuff over the walls along with a tree from near by that had been hastily made into the bases offical one, it had been a feat to get it inside, so it was finely decorated, no doubt the christmas nuts of the base had been let loose on it along with the rest of the room, it was decorated with what could only be described as the most gaudy and cliche American christmas decorations, possible, it was mostly missing being outside, on a hot day, back yard cricket and a poor taste of aussie and older rock along with lots od quite drunk people either swimming or playing backyard cricket, other than msot of it it was just like christmas at home.

<TAG: Party animals.>

[Fiona Maccafferty]

Another turning point/A fork stuck in the road ,

life grabs you by the wrist/directs you where to go

1608
Training Area 06
Meropis

Fee was being dragged down the hallway by Roger. He wasn't holding her hard, but she was annoyed anyway. She needed to WORK, but he had some dumb reason for her to be at this party. She didn't like parties-too many people, too much noise, and too many males. But he said that she needed to meet people, that working too much wasn't healthy. She supposed he DID have a point, but did he need to make it so succintly?! He gently pushed her through the door, still holding her arm. She gave him a LOOK.

You'll get YOURS soon, Henry Higgins, she said as she surveyed the room. She sighed, and looked around. It was decorated with cheesy Christmas decorations, and someone had brought in a radio and there was equally cheesy music played. She normally liked Christmas; it meant that she went home to Boston, and Liam was usually being a pain in the ass, taking the heat off of HER and why she wasn't seeing a bloke yet, or how large Pasadena was. On the other hand, she DIDN'T miss the twenty pounds of potato with five pounds of butter, twenty pounds of cabbage, and two Turkeys that made an Irish Christmas. She sighed, and spotted the food. Food was good; with her mouth full, she wouldn't have to talk to people.

She helped herself to some cookies, and a beer. She WAS Irish, and it wasn't a holiday without it. This one was pale, but it would do. She wasn't a drinker by nature, but she wasn't a teatotaler, and the others might be surprised to discover that she spent a lot of evenings in pubs...it was far more anonymous than most of LA, where NASA had the bloody accelerator she'd previously been assigned to. She stood around, feeling stupidly out of place. It was more or less military, and even more heavily enlisteds. Not that she minded THAT so much, but she didn't know much about the military, and she doubted THEY knew much about Quantum physics. She wondered if Aear would turn up, or Dr. Black, or even Elly Clark, ANYONE. She tried to sink into the wall, but being a small redhead, she was more or less kind of obvious.

350, minus code , OPEN , Outfit: HERE , Someone talk to the awkward turtle?!

Coded by Cass!

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Friday night and everyone's moving/I can feel the heat but it's soothing, headin' down

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1620
Training Area 06
Meropis
Maggie loved parties. Her MOST favorite were costume parties, but any reason to put on a pretty dress and shake her hips to some music was a party in her book, and that was OK with her. She was dressed to the Nines; it was probably totally inappropriate in outer space, but she didn't care. It was red, skimmed her body, and flattered her. It was, of course, a SUPER nice change from her flight suit, which actually was either in Murphy's room, or in Williams'-she couldn't remember which. At any rate, she planned to find herself back in the males' quarters that very night, so she'd get it then-it probably needed a washing. The nice thing about working with 45 men was that she could turn up for a shift in her dungarees and a t-shirt, and no one cared. The bad part was her CO was a woman, and that woman HATED her, or so she thought. Though Maggie didn't think her bevahior warranted HATE-exasperation, yes, but hate seemed kind of extreme. It's not like Maggie MEANT to cause problems, she just tended to attract trouble. And men, which were usually one in the same.

She sashayed down the hall, smirking. She still had it; of course, she KNEW that, but still, it was nice to see she still turned heads. She sailed into the room, and stopped. THIS was a party?! With a deep sigh, she affixed a smile to her face, and decided that at least Ryan was around, so it couldn't be ALL bad. She shimmied to the table and poured herself some wine-it was cheap wine, but it would do. She wasn't a big drinker-she had passed THAT phase-but she DID enjoy cutting loose. Plus, what sort of party was so boring that it didn't have drinks, unless you were under fifteen?! She turned around, and see who she could see. She noticed the redhead TA-was her name Maccallan or something?-the only person on this planet who could, in all reality, eclipse her in beauty. However, the small woman was nerdy AND awkward, and Maggie wasn't about to upend her OWN position to help Fiona. However, in the holiday spirit, she approached the younger woman.

Fi, isn't it? She said it like "Fiy", which was as much due to her general airheadness as it was to her accent. The redhead gave her a LOOK, but Maggie went on. Look, you should say Hello to someone...just because we're several thousand light years from Earth doesn't mean that these...guys...aren't looking, you know?! Just say Hi. Maggie nodded once. There, she'd done something nice for someone, so now she could dance and drink with a clear mind. She didn't have time to continue with Fiona, as someone approached.

I search for the beat in this small town/Everybody live for the music-go-round

OUTFIT: CLICK , TAGGED:Tom Chambers,OPEN , Music:"Kids in America"-Kim Wilde , coded by Cass!

[Dominic Evans]

1608
Training Area 06
Meropis

Captain Evans strolled into the large warehouse-like arena and scanned the room. A few technicians, some enlisted person, a few other individuals in and out of uniform - a fairly standard mixture of staff. It wasn't the Times Square Christmas ball but it'd certainly do, especially considering the nearest store selling decorations was three million light years away, give or take a year. Evans had gone for his evening casual wear to put in an appearance. Work boots led to denim jeans and a black t-shirt under a loose fitting grey hoody. He didn't intend on staying long, Dominic was never really a fan of social gatherings, feeling they were a waste of time but yet one of those things you "had" to do otherwise you'd have to explain why you didn't show up. It was easy just to fall in and comply, so he made a move toward the buffet table because - free food.

A few nice finger foods were laid out along with some dressed up rations to start it off... He scanned further down the table, a bowl of sweet looking red berries from the local forest had been presented next to a tray of cooked meats, presumably from one of the local turkey looking creatures. He briefly considered the amount of scientific work that had gone into ensuring these foods were safe to eat, before grabbing a plastic plate and tucking in. There was a bowl of fruit punch and a selection of canned beers, Dominic picked up one of the cans that resembled some sort of Australian Beverage. Trust the Aussies to get the drinks in. Evans noticed Maggie talking to another female and muttered to himself,
"Does the lady have no boundaries?"
The girl she was talking to, a short red-head, looked shy and out of place in comparison to the annoying French woman. Evans noticed a group of Sun Tzu personnel gathered a little further down the table. He sighed to himself at the little gangs that had inevitably begun to form and took up a position at the end of the table leaning against the wall, just far enough away that the cheesy music didn't bother him. He'd give it an hour maybe before heading off for an early shower and maybe a movie in his quarters.

[Aear Charter]

1530
Aear's Quarters
Meropis
The following is a joint post betwen Aear Charter and Francessca Luks

Aear was half standing to attention half trying to wiggle out of his clothes, much to Francessca's annoyance. She didn't see why he had to dress him, she was not Meowtian let alone one of his maids. But of course the stubborn child before her had tried to skip out on attending the social gathering. As far as Brave Phoenix Aear was something of a low ranking officer, albeit with some rather strange privledges. Francessca didn't understand why but she wasn't paid enough to so she was forced to roll with his eccentricities. Something she'd hated when she was on the Empires pay roll working with him and that hadn't died in the years they'd been apart. He was annoyingly exactly the same as he'd been as her Wizard.

"Tell me again why I have to do this?" Asked Aear for what felt like the thousandth time.

Lucky sighed as she fixed his bow tie and took a step back. "You and I have a certain level of diplomatic responsibility. As acting ambassador for Brave Phoenix I have to attend social gatherings. You on the other hand and just in case you missed it the last thousand times, are the prince of Mewotis. Replied Francessca. And yes she somehow managed to speak in both underline and italics. Not that Aear paid too much attention to this fact.

"And where in the black sea Lucky, did you get my robes? My royal robes."

"Captain Nuruma thought it best that I brought them along." Francessca couldn't help but grin. She'd managed to put the eccentric prince of Meowtis on edge simply by doing her job. It wasn't often that people managed to get him irritated and she couldn't help but find it satisfying as payback for all the times he'd got them into trouble when they worked with each other on the Bobtail. Francessca did have a level of respect for the man however, he was very good at his job and if you ever saw him serious, well that wasn't good if you weren't on his side.

1623
Training Area 06
Francessca pushed Aear gently into the party area. Again she couldn't help but grin as she felt Aear go warm with all the heads turned. Much to Aear's displeasure his royal robes were designed to do the one thing he really didn't want right now. Namely get him noticed. A beautiful white, somehow slightly metallic, fabric that seemed to have a flowing glow running along it, a significant number of rare gems accentuating it, and strands of actual gold and silver woven in. It said 'royal' and that was it's point.

Francessca however was given a rather more standard ambassadorial uniform. Made of a similar (though rather less glowing) fabric, there were no gems and no precious metals woven through it. It stood out, but next to Aear she might as well have been wearing her standard brown uniform.

Tag: All/Open

[Paisley Gregorvich]

She's so afraid to kiss/So afraid to laugh

Is she running from her past?

1623
Training Area 06
Paisley was a little late to the party; she'd been deciding if she should go or not. She WAS the Princess and councilwoman, but since she was still weary of these strangers, she spent most of her time in the Infirmary. She WAS grateful that they'd saved her life, and the information they'd taken from her ship before it was blown up was proving helpful. She was only happy to oblige.

She chose to wear her Female's Royal Battle Dress. It was a LITTLE over the top, but then she was royalty and EVERYTHING they did was over the top. At least it wasn't like the Uedans; she'd done some research on them, and they whilst they were a neutral party to her, the things they had been accused of in the past wasn't impressive. So she was unsure WHAT to think. So far, though, they hadn't attacked, so she didn't think they were TOO bad, though the male one seemed to attract trouble.

She entered, and noticed a table with dietary offerings and imbibements. She WAS a little in need of refreshment; she could several hours longer than the Tau'ri without fuel, but she supposed that niceties were niceties. She sniffed the meat; it seemed like the same bird-like creature they had on Heliv, so she chose a few pieces on a small plate, and tried some of the pink stuff, which someone said was called "punch." It was rather sweet, and she felt like she might be ill, but she sipped it carefully, balancing the plate carefully on her open left pam, leaving her right hand free to move for her phaser if she needed, and set the cup on the table. She didn't trust her magic to hold liquid; last time she'd tried, she'd messed up her best robe at a Council meeting.

She moved towards a group; some of them she recognized as the men from the ship where Doc Harrison had originally helped her. She spoke, her accent mirroring Harrisons, as it was the last one she'd heard.

Allo! What do you call this...gathering? Her tone was flat; she'd not yet learned to inject her emotions into her voice and it sounded kind of robotic. But she DID mean well, as she said this with a pleasant look on her face.

OUTFIT: HERE, TAGGED:Tom Chambers, @all , NOTES: short, but my head is better! , lyrics: Afraid-Motley Crue. Codes by Cass

[Liam Hart]

1608
Training Area 06
Meropis

Liam knew the schematics for Atlantis and Meropis he even looked them over before coming to the city. However that didn't help, the city looked like just a giant maze, the ancients weren't good at placing maps in the halls like in malls back on Earth. However Liam figured his way around and found his way to the training area which became the location for the holiday party, ran by an Australian, this should be interesting...

Liam recognized Captain Evan's and the French Lieutenant Maggie. Three aliens were present although 2 of them were cats that looked just as human as anyone else, except for the tail and ears that is. Liam recognized the Australian Army Soldier and the NASA scientist from their personnel files, counter intelligence operatives need to know everything about everyone in order to figure out who is a threat and who isn't and who may become a potential threat. You can't keep secrets from spies or someone who is at least supposed to catch spies, they're even more dangerous.

Liam wasn't a partier but he is new and he likes people generally, and he only met a few aliens, he is kind of a cultural buff, afterall he lived with hybrids in Iraq... Not to mention he was also a Border Patrol Agent and a BORTAC Agent so dealing with "aliens" kind of came with the territory although they were different kind of aliens...

Liam hung back at the main doors looking around before introducing himself to the new people, although they're not new to him, he knows almost everything about them he did afterall run background checks on most of these people before they were granted access to the Stargate Program...

<Tag: All>

[Ryan Decker]

1609
Training Area 06
Meropis

"I promise I wont TRY to drink anyone under the table."
Ryan chuckled at the combat engineers response, he couldn't expect much else could he?

Decker was confident Lance Corporal Chambers wouldn't be a problem, he seemed to ahve become more comfortable after his trips to Doctor Harrison, the physchologist was something to behold, he knew some of the man's background, an upper class very well off, it had been an interesting visit, not that he had extected anything less, phsyc evaluations always were, a chance to talk about yourself a little, let out you inhibitions and secrets and all that sort of thing, however as he was abotu to go talk to a couple of the Sun Tzus officers someone inparticular caught his eye, that person likely knew more about the Flight Lieutenant than Decker did of the counter intelligence operative, if anything made working in highly classified projects and commands worse, worse than impending doom to your planet, it was spooks. 

Decker ealked towards him with slow deliberatness. once he was a few metres away he looked into his eyes with a stiff expression before relaxing it with a clearly standoffish welcoming look. "Special Agent Hart isn't it?" Ryan's mouth smilied a little at one end. "I assume you know far more about me than I do of you, care for a drink or some food?" He asked, he was going to get something from him, even if he got a nothing, it was a something with them, you just had to get the right nothings and you could framework out the somethings.

<TAG: Liam Hart, Fiona Maccafferty@joshbennet, Dominic Evans, and the others but its not time yet.>

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1609
Training Area 06
Meropis

Roger DID feel sort of bad for dragging Fiona along, but really. Once she saw that it was OK, she would be just fine. And who knew, she might finally find someone to talk with that wasn't him, Aear, or a computer. Roger's plan was to stand in the back, watch for a bit, and then let the young ones have some fun after he made sure Fee was OK on her own. He KNEW she could do it, she just needed a little prodding.

You'll get YOURS soon, Henry Higgins He just chuckled. Fiona was overreacting, a coping mechanism, he knew. He led her to the table, and then moved out of the way. He helped himself to a little punch, and then made his way back to the darker corners. The kids didn't need any old people bugging them. Lucy would be dying if she saw this; she said he was too square, but here he was at a PARTY that didn't involve boring old men discussing the latest issue of Lancet or something.

He watched carefully as people streamed in; it was good to see some of his patients interacting. He felt like SOMETHING would happen that night; romance, or maybe drama, or both. Also, note to self: speak to the General about dress codes, because what is Lt. Lefebvre even wearing?! Lucy dressed up, but not like THAT. She had some self esteem issues, but seemed resitant to work on them.

Mr. Decker appeared relaxed, as did Chambers. Good! That meant he was doing something. He noticed that Paisley had had the courage to come tonight, as well. She kept to herself, which he thought was more or less because she was an alien and unused to the Tau'ri ways as opposed to a social anxiety problem like Fee. Hopefully, someone would make a move; one of the cocky pilots would get bored and start dancing or SOMETHING, and then he could take his leave.

Tag:@ all you party people. Ignore Rog, he's just watching for the moment!

[Jason Conway]

1609
Training Area 06
Meropis

The General was dressed in his smart U.S.A.F formal wear, medals and all. He paused outside the doors to the large training area which would play host to the evening's festivities and sighed.
"Jason," he said to himself, "if you don't go they'll be talking, and Harrison will grill you for it." He put on a smile and strode confidently into the room. Conway never was one for parties per say, but he was use to many a formal dinner among foreign dignitaries. He'd approved this evening's event and for Meropis to run on a skeleton crew as a bid to boost morale. Christmas was coming up, and not one person here was going to spend it with their families on Earth.

Conway strolled over to the punch, opting for the juice rather than the alcoholic option. He took a sip and savored the taste, this was one of the juices squeezed from the local fruits found deeper in the woodlands surrounding the city. It was delicious! He allowed his gaze to sweep across the room, it was good to see a lot of the civilians and the enlisted personnel mingling and relaxing. He wouldn't stay too long as he was painfully aware of his rank and position in the city and how that might prevent some individuals from 'fully' unwinding. Conway spotted Roger Harrison examining the room and went to stand near him, taking another sip of the fruit juice. He didn't say anything, but simply smiled and enjoyed the sounds of cheesy Christmas music and the sight of tacky decorations. This did make a nice change, he reluctantly admitted.

(ignore me for now :-) )

[Capt. Kelly Miller]

1609
Training Area 06
Meropis

Kelly didn't want to go to the party originally. She was too old for parties, for one thing, and for another, the holidays were hard. Her husband had been killed around Thanksgiving and it often brought up old stuff. On the other hand, she WAS a CO, so she SHOULD put in an appearance. In the end, her duty to the team won out over her fretting, and she turned up in a pair of khakis, a blouse and a cardigan, so she was NICE but not overdressed, just like a normal person. She had thought about wearing her Field Dress uniform, but an evening in some nice civillian clothes would be a welcome change.

She surveyed the scene. It had an excellent turnout from the civillians and the lower-ranking military personnel, but the General was there, along with Doc Harrison, whom she hadn't formally met yet. She shook her head at the over-the-top but admittedly pretty Miss Lefebvre, and ducked between two blonde Aussies. She helped herself to some punch, a plate of whatever meat product it was-she wouldn't ask-and some vegetables, and then made her way towards the two older men. It reminded her a bit of high school; while that was guys on one side and girls on the other, this would be commanders on one side and the rest on the other. Maybe eventually one or the other would get brave enough to cross the No-Man's-Land of social awkwardness, but she wasn't planning on staying that long. There was a rack and a novel with her name on them, and she fully intended to celebrate this party in her quarters. She was used to solitude by now, and while she liked other people, and didn't suffer the same awkwardness as some, she also simply no longer cared for the same things she had as a younger woman-no more long nights of drinking and dancing, no more random men, and certainly no more sheniangins of any other sort. She was now just a boring old lady, she supposed, but she'd EARNED that title.

She smiled warmly at the two men.

These kids look like they're having a great time. You two look like your dogs just died, though. She sighed, and bit into a "chicken" wing. She decided it was going to be chicken, because if she let herself think about what it REALLY was, she might lose her lunch.

Tag:Jason Conway, @roger, Ryan Decker, Tom Chambers, Liam Hart, Aear Charter, Dominic Evans, @whoever else is gonna show up!

Outfit: HERE . Might switch this to a template later, but the context won't change. 

[Tom Chambers]

1609
Training Area 06
Meropis

It seemd as though the party was going to fill up, as cliche and tacky as it was, perhaps that was the draw of it all? to be reminded of what your perfect christmas would be like, he sighed tohimself and gulped down some more beer, it was helping him feel better about this, though he realised he'd almost finished the one he had, oh crap. he probably was going to end up more than a little tipsey, his perfect christams at the moment as he envisioned it in his mind was sprawled over a couch as hungover as possible without getting alcohol poisoning, not something he should mention to Harrison, he just wanted a chance to be a little useless again.

A small Redhead came in jsut before Harrison, Tom made a almost usboncios gesture to lower his drink, 'lets not get caught hey?' he thought, though the small redhead, that had come to the lab and the outpost seemed even more disturbed by it all than himself and a lot of others. He moved and followed someone very familiar he knew he was important but, certainly couldn;t remember his exact name, he was on SM-1 but the mans name escaped him, not that he would bother the man.

Tom's jaw almost gaped wide as he saw this blonde woman in a for a military installation, and no ammount of civilian bitching would change it, Conway was the leader, therefore it was a military base, atleast in his mind, A quite over the top dress, if thast was ha was meant to be worn many, many people himself included weren't dressed for the occasion.

He heard the hoodie SM-1 man mutter. just barely "Does .... have .... boundaries?" Tom knew he wasn't actually asking it was quite clear she didn't or they were quite long ones to use cricket terms. "I doubt she's every known any if many..." He sort of half said, damn he hadn't meant to intrude. Others came in along with General Conway, he glanced at the General then looked down and away.

<TAG:Dominic Evans, @everyone else, got lazy with the tags>

[Liam Hart]

1609
Training Area 06
Meropis

Liam looked around and noticed the room getting more full by the minute with the General arriving, Doctor Harrison and the JAG lawyer Captain Miller... Liam knew about everyone like an open book, but of course knowing someone on paper and knowing someone in person are two different things. It was Liam's job to determine who may be a security threat and knowing someone on paper is crap, most people would be perfect on paper, the person you'd least expect... However being on Meropis is a different story no human from Earth would give Meropis away however aliens the teams may come in contact would or could give away viable intelligence. It was Liam's job to plug the leak using any means necessary, and if necessary Liam is prepared to do so.

Liam noticed the Australian Flight Lieutenant who is stationed on the Daedalus walking towards him and then he spoke, "Special Agent Hart isn't it? I assume you know far more about me than I do of you, care for a drink or some food?" Liam smiled a little, "You know it is, I am sure everyone knows about me by now... The only things I know about you Flight Lieutenant is what was in your background check, and your personnel file. However we both know whats in there is only a third of the story." Liam looked around the room, being in Iraq messed with his mind, he is now more aware than ever. "Sure Ryan, let's go get a drink, you can just call me Liam, no need for the Special Agent."

<Tag: Ryan Decker>

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Note: Double post for Fee and Mags because I am lazy today.
1612
Training Area 06
Meropis

Fee:
She sipped her beer and wished that the older blonde pilot would just go away. She was plotting Harrison's demise, actually, and wondered if Aear could be bribed to help her off him. It was HIS damn fault that whomever planned this thing...planned this thing, and also his fault she was here. A quick death would be too merciful, but maybe being tied to a chair at the comms station, forced to listen to Aear sing while she override his ATA gene sequence until his head exploded would work. Yeah. She needed more beer.

She sighed, and looked up as Maggie spoke to her.

Fiy, isn't it? Look, you should say Hello to someone...just because we're several thousand light years from Earth doesn't mean that these...guys...aren't looking, you know?! Just say Hi. Fee made a face.

It's Fee, actually, Fiona, which sounded more like Fioner, damn her accent, And I don't want to say Hello to anyone. I don't care if they're looking; they're looking at YOU not ME. Fee was never one for tact, and really, she got the impression that this Lefebvre WANTED people to look. Fee didn't, though. The woman took her arm, though, and spun her around, heading off towards the Austrailians.

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Maggie:
Mags was going to make a move if no one else was. After all, no one ever got ahead by sitting on thier behind, right?! So she took the matters into her own hands as she moved Fee towards the pilots.

t's Fee, actually, Fiona...And I don't want to say Hello to anyone. I don't care if they're looking; they're looking at YOU not ME Well, naturally, but then that was the POINT of this dress. She approached the man that Ryan had just been speaking to before he'd moved on to Hart. She smiled wide.

Tom Chambers, right?! Your man Ryan is an old friend. Anyway. This here is Fiona. You two should chat. She smiled and turned around, walking away before either could protest. She looked around for a fun time, and spotted the CO's near the back. She desperately wanted a go with the General; for no other reason than that she wanted to prove she COULD, but also because he was HOT for an old guy. She sighed. With the other two there, though, it'd have to wait. That was OK; she was never alone for long, and she saw Evans standing off to the side. She approached carefully, smiling.

Hey there, Dominic. Long time no see. How's base life treating you? She sipped her drink. She wasn't really expecting Dom to give into her, but at least it would be a good distraction untill she could figure out how to corner the next unsuspecting man alone.

Tag:Dominic Evans, Tom Chambers, @fee, @all.

[Dominic Evans]

1612
The Party Zone
Meropis

"I doubt she's every known any if many..." An Australian accent remarked as Tom Chambers hovered near Dominic. He couldn't help but smirk a little at the man. Evans glanced over at the door to see General Conway had made his way into the room, where he and Roger Harrison stood seemed to be like a gravity well for higher ranking officers. Sadly these groups tend to form at parties, thought Dom. He made a mental note to cross the no-man's-land later and say hello.
"Crap." Dom muttered, Maggie was like a hawk. She'd spotted him and Tom stood near the buffet table and was making a beeline for them, pushing a small red-head along in front of her like some kind of social snow-plough.
"Tom Chambers, right?! Your man Ryan is an old friend. Anyway. This here is Fiona. You two should chat.
" Evans merely raised an eyebrow and glanced at the girl's face, she was the picture of uncomfortable. He felt a little sorry for her, it reminded him of Michael Black his fellow Brit who would no doubt have volunteered himself for skeleton staff control room duty just to avoid having to plunge himself in said social situation. Dom noticed the alien dignitaries making their way cautiously into the room, garbed in what looked like official or royal gear. He would say hi but he felt that was probably best left to the senior command cadre, it was one of those inter-species allegiance forging exercises that had to be handled with care.

Then, the succubus turned it's attention to him,
"Hey there, Dominic. Long time no see. How's base life treating you?" Maggie's delightful French accent rang out.
"Hey Mags. You're right there, it has been a couple of months since we got back here and it's treating me well so far. As you may know I'm a regular face on the security detail." He smiled at her, she knew what he meant by that. Security had caught Maggie sneaking around the quarters late at night on two separate occasions and had given her a slap on the wrist and sent her on her way. Dominic himself hadn't seen it but word got around about people's reputations. In another world, he thought, he would have seriously considered it - but Evans loyalties lay with the job and protecting his team, even if that included Maggie.
"Any plans this evening then? Or ya just gonna see where the wind takes you?" he made small talk with her and idly sipped his beer, eyes scanning the room and everyone's interactions. A quick double check revealed that, nope, parties still weren't Dominic's idea of fun.

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