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She sat down carefully, and the chairs were much more comfortable than they looked. She took the margarita, smiling, and shook her head.
The drink looked delicious, with a salty rim over a lime color slush. She took a small sip and was so surprised by the sourness that she let out a large flume of yellow smoke out of her nose. It made a loud popping noise, instantly silencing the crowd around her.

"Of course, of course. You can perform right after our first contestant here," Gabriela assures Yll'r, gesturing to Kolt to indicate that he was the first contestant. She, embarassingly, had forgotten to get his name. This was what you get when you promote an engineer to be station director and then have them throw big parties, but no matter, she'd learn on the job. "How, er, would you like to be announced?" she inquires of Kolt.

The Radiance.

It was—and always would be—such a station to admire. Though the people could be rather slack and possibly unprofessional at times, it was something she still liked to dawdle her mind with, was she ever to visit or pass by. Stars, she couldn’t remember a time where the ship hadn’t caught her eye. It had once been such a casual setting, yet it now maintained such an elegant aura, with the dimmed lights and chattering of masked figurines.

The woman’s punctual arrival was foreseen, of course. She was continuously ambushed with Missions or Sightings that she forgot about the events going on outside of her work. Fortunately, her forgetfulness seemed to be in her favor, this time.

She had waltzed through the entrance at precisely the right time, her attention almost immediately drawn to the crowd gathering before the main floor. Fingers fiddling with the skirts of her a-lined gown, her cheeks were plastered with rosiness whilst strands of her hair still dangled loose from its bun. She didn’t seem to care much for her own appearance. Her eyes focused on others, staring them to-and-fro as if personally picking them from the rabble.

Though, this is how most lively events with Dionophe would go. They followed the same, intriguing order; blend with the crowd, speak with whomever is of interest, idle herself with a drink or two, and leave before the party officially came to an end. It may sound more complicated than it should be, but she had gotten the hang of it after a while.

Dionophe pushed herself forward, heels clacking with the floor, until she passed one of the smaller waiters. With something less of a thank you, she scooped up what she hoped to be champagne into the palm of her hand. Her nails tinked against the glass as she sauntered her way to the event of the evening; the talent show.

The Space Siren wasn’t sure she would participate, to be exact. It would go against one of her many rules, and she didn’t seem to have much talent to share. Well, no talent that wouldn’t risk luring a sailor or two.

Zeno weaved past the droids, minding his tail. That thing was built to do damage, he didn't want anybody to get hurt now. It whipped underneath his legs, slithering up towards his chest. Pinning it against his buzzing heart with a large furry hand, he faced one of the droids and nodded. Another metallic chuff escaped him as he pulled up a seat.

Pop! Zeno was taken aback, whipping his head towards the direction of the sudden noise. It came from another attendee!

He got up from his seat and began to approach- not too quickly as to avoid scaring Olivabeth. Having a 7-foot tall beast with steel teeth and glowing eyes was quite the intimidating sight. "Are you... okay?"

"Hey, sorry I'm late." The mercenary said as she entered through the airlock. "Had a lot of work related stuff. What's the deal here?"

"A talent show is the deal!" crows Gabriela to Culloch, grinning widely now. It seemed that the party was back on track now, and she even had a chance of it ending on a high note if things kept up at this rate.

"Talent show, huh?" Culloch thinks for a moment. "I guess my only talent is that I'm good with fire. Mmmm, fire."

"Sounds great--yeah, we'll need some space." Kolt agreed.

He followed the crowd back into the main party space, making a pit stop by the buffet table and taking a couple of decently large fruits from it for his trick, taking just a few sweets for himself, popping them in his mouth before heading to where it appeared that the talent show would be taking place--some droids were already setting up chairs for the guests to watch from.

On his rush there he nearly barreled into Zeno, at least this time attempting to make a less-than-elegant dodging swerve--it was a near miss, causing him to drop all the fruit he'd been carrying. "Sorry--not the first time that's happened today." he apologized with a chuckle, not appearing to be afraid of the biomechanical creature.

Another piece of the fruit, however, had just rolled underneath Olivabeth's chair, and with little to no hesitation, he dived beneath it, grabbing the piece before coming back up. He seemed not to have noticed the rather ethereal lady sitting in it. "Sorry, miss--probably should've asked before I did that." he said sheepishly.

"How I'd like to be announced?" he echoed, hearing Gabriela ask him the question. "Uh... um..." he tried to think of something cool, but didn't have anything off the top of his head. "Just Kolt Gavryn, I guess. Oh, and Cryostryker." he quickly added, feeling the spear quiver indignantly near his shoulder.

Yll'r considered how they were going to wait for their turn. The seating arrangement wasn't to their specifications, but they wanted to fit in nonetheless. Examining the others for a moment in thought, they hovered over to a chair and curled their tentacles to form the shape of knees and thighs and lowered themselves onto the chair, bending their head forward, in the end creating the visage of some kind of weird worm of snake... if one squinted or unfocused their eyes enough to not notice the fact that their 'body' was made up of tentacles, anyway.

Gabriela nodded enthusiastically to Kolt, and stepped to the center of the space, raising her hands for attention. "Everyone, please welcome our first talent show contestant, Kolt Gavryn and companion, Cryostryker! Prepare to be dazzled!" she adds with a wink, her cocky nature coming back to her. She sashays out of the center of the space and takes her seat in the front row, sitting half-turned so she can watch the crowd and the performer at the same time.

"This should be interesting." Culloch takes a seat in the crowd.

Zeno's long ears perked up at the announcement. Olivabeth appeared to be alright at first glance, so he chose to return to his seat.

Once he made himself comfortable, he gazed at Kolt intently. This one nearly bumped into him in all the rush. Not that Zeno minded. He was looking forward to see what the humanoid could do.

Dionophe, while only vaguely intrigued by the announcement, found herself seated in the second row, far to the left. Her eyes slimmed, glass raised to her lips as she took in the bubbly substance. Hopefully, the humanoid could amuse her of some.. entertainment.

Cryostryker blinked her lights excitedly as Gabriela introduced them, and Kolt couldn't help a sly smile from sliding onto his face. Performing like this always gave him an adrenaline rush.

He gave something of a confident wave to the crowd, then turned to Cryostryker and mimicked one of the spear's whistles. Seeming to understand him, it flew up and away to the other side of the room, waiting for his command.

He took the first piece of fruit, and lobbed it up into the air--quick as a flash, Cryostryker flew towards it, piercing it through and causing it to split cleanly in two. He threw another--it was a near miss, but still exploded into fruity chunks, raining down on the crowd.

He threw the last three pieces of fruit, and while Cryostryker just barely missed one, it cleanly sliced through the last two, giving the performance what was hopefully a satisfying ending.

Culloch applauds. "Not bad."

Zeno shielded his eyes from the falling chunks of fruit, watching along in awe. From there, he applauded alongside Culloch, his claps low and slow, but as his confidence grew, the claps were more intense. At their peak, the claps were accompanied by the sounds of metal clanging against each other. When things got a bit too noisy, he settled down with an approving nod.

Silken gives a joyful laugh and claps gently, careful around the metal claws on her right hand as fruity fragments and juice slides off her clothes. Not a mark or stain, thankfully, not that it would have stopped her from enjoying the show regardless.

Gabriela's lips turned down in an expression that seemed to say, "Hey, not bad, not bad at all" as she watched the spear do fruit targeting. Drat, were those the security droids again? She waved at them to buzz off as subtly as she could. "Bravo!" she cheers, grinning at the fruit chunks all around her, then makes her way to the front to take Kolt's hand and encourage him into a bow. "Let's hear it one more time for Kolt and Cryostryker! And now, please welcome Yll'r to the stage."

Jadi finally let a smile cross her lips just before walking away from the time traveler. Beneath her petite but gruff figure, she had a sense of humor. She even let a single laugh escape as she walked away to see the talent show. “Best of luck, weary traveler”, she said as she made her way through the archway.

It wasn’t long until she found herself amongst the crowd of onlookers at the talent show. She clapped for Kolt as he and his lance made their way on stage. She tried grabbing a piece of fruit moments later, after the lance she’d met cut it in midair.

She applauded again as the crowd did so.

Her lips twitched into a grin. Perhaps the performance hadn't been as dull as Dionophe had anticipated, for it had kept her rather entertained. Amused, not so much, but entertained. Though that hadn't meant the show wasn't of good quality---it simply meant she was rather hard to please.

She glimpsed between the figures she could see, eyes scanning for the one called to the stage. Without luck, she believed to find them. They were unlike many people she had seen before, and perhaps that fact alone had raised her hopes for their performance.