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Olivabeth heard the woman at the front of the room and smiled to herself. Maybe she could pull off some magic and impress these humans.
She sensed the panic in the woman's voice, and decided it was best to sit back and not cause an interruption. If there werent enough people, she might sign up. But blending in was the most beneficial choice. There was still no waiter however...

As the situation with Nigel appeared to be resolved, Maverick was able to return his focus to Silken, albeit disarmed. He had underestimated her, but it sent a thrill through him all the same. The cowboy had a much better idea of who she was now, and why she was able to dress in such an extravagant way, but it didn't dissuade him. She was forward, and he respected that.

"You're welcome to peel more than that back, should the evening steer that direction," he replied, wearing an easy, crooked smile. He leaned back, resting his arms over the back of the seat, chest open, hiding nothing. It appeared he had recovered from his momentary surprise, and perhaps was now compensating.

"I suppose an equal exchange is fair, but who's to say I'm not just here for an exotic party?" He chuckled, gesturing around them for effect. He paused there to see if that answer was sufficient, but seeing Silken's fixed, inquisitive gaze, he sighed and sat forward, clasping his hands together on the table.

Lowering his voice to a more serious tone, he met her eyes and replied, "I follow the gold. Grand reopening, brand new casino, there was sure to be some elites here. They sent the invites out far and wide. No doubt you arrived to keep up appearances on top of why you're actually here. We're both just a coupl'a wanderers, and yet here we are." His eyes glinted as he sat back and lowered his chin - his gaze piercing hers.

Suddenly, Gabriela's voice cut through the tension, and Maverick's demeanor brightened considerably. "Ah. You hear that? A talent show. And quite the prizes too. Maybe you'll get to see some of what I can do sooner than later."

He gave her a cheeky smile and slipped a hand inside his leather jacket, deftly producing a deck of cards. They were well worn, black with gilt edges, but made of something unknown.

With the space whales passing on, Yll'r began to swerve off to make their way back to the station. After all, the party was their primary concern, the whales were just a much needed break from the gravity-laden pressurised environment. Not that the pressure was a huge deal... if anything the gravity was the least comfortable aspect. On their way back, they performed a few more acrobatic manoeuvres by the arboretum window, then diverted to an airlock, broadcasting a request to be let in on a frequency that was considered an open channel.

A talent show, huh? That sounded like fun--though he technically kinda had already showed off one of his party tricks, there was something else he'd been working on...

"May I enter?" he asked, coming up to their hostess. "Cryostyker and I have a couple more tricks up our sleeves, if you'll have us." The spear floating next to his shoulder bobbed in agreement, blinking it's blue lights at her in what appeared to be excitement.

Nigel bent over the open access again and tutted, he was behind schedule already and the little freak out of the current owner had made more of a scene than he wanted. He turned on the light and LADAR scanner again and reached into the space, pulling out a small component from the space about the size of a pencil. He sat down heavily and began looking at it, intently, turning it this way and that so that it caught the light.

Seeing Olivabeth standing there looking lost, a droid eventually rolls over, the lights on its chest flashing gently. "Welcome to Radiance Station," it buzzes. "How may I assist you in enjoying the grand opening celebration?"

An airlock is opened for Yll'r once again, permitting them re-entry.

"Of course," Gabriela smiles to Kolt. "You can be our first contestant. But why don't we head back to the commercial core so we have more space to perform and see performances without tripping over the petunias?

"Oh I've got a trick" he said, overhearing Kolt and holds up the damaged columnator by one end between his thumb and forefinger, he shakes it rapidly up and down. To eyes which operate on the human scale, the rod appears to bend and flex. To everyone else, he's simply wobbling a metal rod.

It wasn't long until the biomechanical alien had made his return.
Funny, lots more people had arrived. The party was growing at an exponential rate.

"I apologize. Did not mean to ditch you all like that," He chuffed, metallic clicks rising from his throat once more. "How's the celebration? Going strong, I hope?"

Gabriela gives Nigel some serious side-eye as he performs his trick. To Zeno, she says, "We had a bit of a hiccup." Her side-eye intensifies at Nigel as if trying to indicate that he was the hiccup. "But we're about to have a talent contest, so hopefully things are looking up again." With that, she led the way out of the garden and back through the archway to the commercial core, where the buffet table was still being continually refreshed by droids.

Like a mother full of pride, Olivabeth saw the droid and praised her species for coming so far. A waiter, please, she should have known better.
"Yes, actually," she said gently, her voice smooth, slow, and soft. "Can you find me a seat with a good view of the talent show? Also a margarita would be nice."

Yll'r practically retraced their previous flightpath back toward the venue of the party. They opted for a more... brief introduction this time, only exclaiming "Surprise!" Before realising that the bulk of the party had moved to the arboretum. "Oh..." they began to fly their way over to the others, beginning to blabber as soon as they got close. "My goodness, that was exhilarating, being beside something so big! I do so enjoy the company of other spacefarers! Did... did I miss anything...?" the llaa-synn floated over the heads of everyone, gently revolving as they did so.

Jadi got lost watching the whales for a moment. They were so colorful, changing in radiant waves of vividness which stood out from the darkness around them. She smiled as she recognized the creature which had been at the party now swimming beside them. It reminded her of her own zero-G training. She was never able to just enjoy that. It was always a drill, always preparation for a what if. If only she could simply float amongst the stars.

She took a deep breath to bring in the floral scent of the arboretum. It wasn’t too long before the whales were floating out of sight. The security crewman couldn’t help but overhear the early conversation with the temporal repairman. She figured she’d move alongside him and observe, quickly crossing the distant to him. She had first been tasked to the operations department on a damage control team on a small ‘Wallace-class’ starship.

The nosy Bajoran peered at him, curious about his tools, the new coil and his lack of worry about changing the timeline. After all, a concern about that one part could lead to an overhaul of all such coils which could leave room for a new faulty coil to be installed. If so, that change might not be felt until the time traveler returned…. Or at least that’s what Jadi wondered to herself. All was likely under control.

She got there just as he began his trick, “Umm, we’ve seen that before”, she said in a teasingly jocular voice.

"A talent contest?" This was a bit of a new concept to Zeno. Unlike most of the things he had encountered at this party, this was something he had never come into contact with. But surely it was something worthwhile...

"I'm not quite sure what that is, but I'd be more than happy to watch from the sidelines." He stomped off towards the arboretum, following everyone along like a lamb in a herd. It looked as if the show was already underway.