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"Ha, yeah, I thought it suited her." he said with a grin, pleased that she had taken notice of the name. The spear gave itself a little proud shake at Jadi's compliment, blinking it's row of blue lights at her in a friendly way.

"I myself, am the personal guard of Princess Ev'ixa of--" he cut himself off quickly, as he realized it was probably better if he didn't say--that was the whole reason they had worn masks, after all. "Er, well, I say personal guard, though sometimes I suspect I'm more a of a personal servant, running errands and such." he said, with a small laugh. "Things are usually pretty quiet, but I do get to participate in tournaments sometimes. Cryostriker especially loves the attention." he added, though the way he said it implied that he enjoyed it quite a bit, too.

"Got some of that punch, huh?" he mentioned, seeing the glass in her hand. "I can have Cryostriker freeze that for you if you'd like it chilled." he offered.

Gabriela looks around at the various aliens and... experimental creatures..? dancing around her, a huge grin spreading across her face. She's not going to miss an opportunity like this, oh no, and taking a few steps away from the buffet table to make sure she doesn't kick anything over, she starts dancing herself, pulling out her best club moves. The formal dress she's wearing might be a little much for this particular display, but she's not going to let anything get in the way of this joy.

The droid that Silken approaches pauses. There is a short click and a whir as it turns on its speech synthesizers, and says in faintly buzzing tones, "This is the grand opening celebration. Refreshments, liquid and otherwise, are currently being provided at no cost to visitors as part of the festivities. Please state your preference."

"No, I am a llaa-synn," Yll'r explained. "A spacefaring species. I evolved in a vacuum where sound waves do not travel. I have not developed a means to interpret them. My translation device, however, is able to identify speech and translate it to electromagnetic signals."

Maverick was about to join the others on the dance floor when he saw Silken and stopped short. She had a real presence, quite the figure, and her attire dazzled and immediately drew him in. He certainly appreciated the finer things in life, and apparently so did this mysterious guest.

He closed his mouth and began weaving his way through the crowd over to her instead, approaching the completely shrouded woman from a polite, comfortable distance, yet close enough to start a conversation over the music.

"Well, hello there," he said smoothly. "Welcome to the party."

He tipped his hat to her and smiled, a little mischievous gleam in his eye. Now things were starting to get really interesting. At least from his perspective.

People were moving their bodies on the dance floor. After staring at the balloons for full-on thirty seconds, John Doe turned away--his feet first, then his torso. Still wearing that placid smile, he walked fluidly out to join the dancers. He stood motionless for a moment, watching them. Then, suddenly, he began to mimic Gabriela's movements.

“Sometimes I feel a bit like a servant myself”, she said with a hrumph. “Your post sounds interesting.” She wondered what it would be like to work for one powerful person. “I work on a ship… Well I used to.. Changing assignments.. Security detail type of stuff.”

Thinking of what made her refer to herself as a bit of a servant she added, “say do you ever get put on maintenance detail? Damage control.. Fixing bulkheads and waste extraction systems or stuff like that?” She hadn’t heard of the Princess. Jadi was fairly young and likely hadn’t learned much about his region of space. She really felt a world away from the places she was used to. This was the world of deep space transport, she told herself.

The music was really growing on her.

Cinder stared as Yll'r explained themselves. It seemed like a perfectly plausible explanation, save for a single fact. How would this creature be familiar with a Spectralyte if they weren't, in fact, a Specteralyte? This evil was trying to trick Cinder, and quickly they backed away again, turning to walk away, and hoping the creature didn't follow them. They could be telling the truth, but ultimate damnation simply wasn't worth the risk.

Cinder approached a human, at least they appeared to be human considering there was no way they could see the ridges on their nose. That and another individual they didn't pay much attention to. They stood before them, acting as though they were conversing with them, hoping not only the creature of evil, as they now saw them, wouldn't approach, and that the apparent humans they stood before wouldn't identify them somehow.

(I dont think I'll be able to join back in

So I'll go ahead and reveal myself

Sadly I won't have the option)

Have fun y'all)

Seeing that she now had her own shadow, Gabriela grins to John Doe and begins to modify her movements to work better as a group dance, slowly drawing him in. "Well hello there. Welcome to the party."

John Doe smiled at Gabriela when she turned to incorporate him into the line dance. It took him a moment to catch up and figure out what she was doing. Once he had picked it up, he mimicked her nearly perfectly. "Hello. Welcome. Yes--thank you. I like the parties. I like this party."

Yll'r tilted their entire head section to one side. Was something they said insulting? Well that was an odd interaction! In confusion they shook off their tentacles and made their way over to the balloons, grabbing one of them in the majority of their tentacles and holding it against a small opening on their underside.

Through the careful use of suction, Yll'r punctured the balloon without popping it and began to drain it of delicious helium. When they were done, they tossed the balloon itself aside, and... what was that...? "Why is the punch following me?" they asked nobody in particular when they finally noticed the droid. They had gotten so excited, even their omnidirectional senses seemed to have missed it. Yll'r pressed their nose against the droid. "Excuse me, was there an element of the punch ritual that I have missed or something? I was under the impression that i had completed that stage of the party."

"Strong, smooth, semi-sweet but not enough to mask the more subtle flavors. Minimal acidity, but not bitter, if possible," Silken replies, making a small rippling wave with the golden claws adorning her right hand, "And I insist on paying, there's not point in being wealthy if I'm going to accept things for--"

Her focus turns to Maverick as he greets her. Well, he had taste, at least.

"Hullo," she offers in reply, "And thank you." She extends her right hand in a relaxed pose, as if undecided between inviting him to shake the extended digits or permitting him to kiss it. "I'm hoping to get a spot to sit and something to drink before getting really involved in the party, but feel free to offer me company."

There's an unmistakable smile in her eyes as she adds, "I certainly don't mind it, especially when it isn't obviously corporate-flavored."

Gabriela quirks an eyebrow at John. "You do, huh? What brings you all the way out here, friend? The name is Gabriela, by the way."

Addressed directly, the punch-bearing droid drones: "I carry this punch for you to show respect for the llaa-synn people." It gently waggles the punch bowl at Yll'r as if to emphasize this point.

The droid taking Silken's order bobs its upper body in acknowledgement and whirs away to fetch her something matching her search parameters.

"Yes," said John Doe. "The name is John Doe by-the-way. I heard there was a party, with liquids and people." He continued to smile, his head not moving much even as his body swayed with the rhythm. "I like party, so I came here."

"If you consider standing around during royal galas interesting, then yeah." he said, chuckling at his own joke. "The princess is pretty young, and pretty far down in line for the throne--she doesn't do much in politics other than attend parties on occasion at this point."

"That sounds incredible!" he said, in response to her mentioning working on a ship--he clearly had no experience being on the lower levels of a crew. "I've only ever been on them a few times--in fact, coming here was the first time that I've ever been beyond my homeworld."

"Yeah, but not exactly to that extent--you see, all the royals of--Ae--er, where I'm from--they're all telekinetics. And before they fully master their abilities... stuff breaks. A lot. There was this one time these vats of Sardell slime exploded--it took us weeks to clean that up." he said, with a laugh.

"Respect?" Yll'r once again lulled to one side, then shook it off and poked a tentacle up against the opening that had so recently been identified as some sort of mouth in thought. "I do not understand. Did another tribe put you up to this? Whatever they told you was incorrect." The confused llaa-synn honed in on the punch and poked their nose against the surface. "I thought the punch was for everyone. perhaps you may offer it to someone else?" They pressed their nose back up against the droid. "I would find that to be more respectful. I am done with this ritual."

Gabriela is starting to get distinctly creeped out by John Doe, especially given that his name is John Doe. Still, she tries to maintain the dance and be polite. "Where were you before this, John Doe?" she asks probingly.

The punch holding droid simply repeats, "I am holding this liquid as a sign of respect." After a pause, it adds, "Other liquids have been provided for other guests. No guest is deprived of liquid."