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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 12:57 am
It had been tricky for the tall Norwegian woman to plan this party without Wraith appearing to know about it. The man had not been happy to hear she had lost a Recruit on that last mission and that the intel they'd gotten had been so little. After the incident with Einar and Audun she had started to earn his respect back, having been able to give medical attention to Einar when it was needed. Though it had taken the man a very long time to recover, and she wasn't sure he'd actually come back to complete health at least she had done what she could. And so with as much secrecy as the talkative woman could muster she had carefully laid plans for the decorating of the North Hall and the supply of food from the kitchens. Sure, she had about run out of "favors" to give out to staff for helping her, but at least the place was looking decent enough in her mind that she could proudly say this was going to be one heck of a party.
The incident with the Norwegian men from the future had left Lokiari unsure and the recruits quiet and withdrawn. To spice up their lives once again she had enlisted the help of some of the cooks from the kitchen to write carefully crafted invitations to each and every recruit. These invitations had then been left taped to the doors to each person's room and had been signed by Lokiari as a personal invitation to a Halloween Bash. Wraith and Shee were the only two she had not formally invited, though she was sure word had reached them on the matter somehow. The only question was - how angry would her boss really be?
Her brilliant eyes sparkled as she entered the North Hall and gazed down it with the spiderwebs strewn across doors that weren't to be entered, the jack-o-lanterns and other decorations that lit the pathway to the ball room. While much of the ball room was covered in spooky decorations such as bats and mummies, she had also made sure that beautiful flowers and other less gaudy decorations had also been included. It kind of gave the room an almost surreal look, with the elegant drapes on the tables that contained the food and drink from a plethora of countries from around the world and the witches and vampires that stood guard in all corners of the room.
Gracefully Lokiari danced over to the banquet table, amused by the quiet noise her slippers made across the floor and thoroughly enjoying the satiny pants and shirt she was wearing. Her outfit was skimpy by most rights, with a hardly there tube top that showed off her bust and the capris that hugged her hips about as low as they could go before they poofed out into pants that reminded her of a Genie on television. The slippers and see through flimsy material she wore as a shawl only added to the image of a Norwegian Genie dressed in a pale gold.
Spooky music rang through the air as she stepped lightly away from the table, a snack in hand and a soft smile came across her face. The place was perfect - now all she needed were some recruits!
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 4:52 pm
Rodney had grown to find himself a hermit of a man. It was a strange sensation, and none to welcome - but business had begotten business, and he was a busy mechanic after all. The planes needed check-ups, tuning, refinement. He was as keen as a man of his stature could be in upholding what he considered his responsibility. That, of course, entailed a lot of reading and education in the matter of planes they owned. They were all very different from his ... Much more humble aircrafts.
Often times, Rodney would find he was constructing smaller models to fix larger problems. The method seemed to work (feeding his need of a hobby as well). It grew droll, however. The days were long, the hours were lonely, and his stomach was often furious with him over the lack of dietary care. Truthfully, his whole body may have very well hated him for his own lack of true hygenic care when he was working. It took time.
Despite it all, and despite the grappling shyness that often kept him confined to his quarters, Rodney had managed to discover the note on his door. It took him a moment to understand what it was, but it came to him soon enough. A smile dawned upon his face, and so it had remained until he had garnered enough of a gall to venture to the so called 'Halloween Bash'.
Plain and humble, Rodney hadn't had much in his possesion for fun or costume. His room was a cluttered mess of mechanical objects that wouldn't have made a good haphazard costume. At the very least, the amount of comfort would have been problematic. Rodney wanted something, though. He wanted to be festive, he wanted to participate --- as much as a stranger could have --- and so he did the only thing he could imagine doing: tossed a bed sheet over his body and cut out circles so that he might be able to see.
His bare feet brushed against the floor in silent steps as he strode. The faint dragging of the sheet, white, but unthreateningly dappled with flowers, resonated with the prowess of a breath. It wasn't easy navigating throughout the hallways while covered with a bedsheet, but somehow, he had managed to set foot in the North Hall. As if they had turned to rubber, his feet had come to an abrupt halt at the entrance way. It was a vast space, decorated with the finest examples of hell, one could suppose --- and food, which was not a fine example of hell, but rather the opposite. He was nervous, however, and so he stood. And stood.
From beneath the sheet, he wrapped his arms about his shoulders. A deep breath was inhaled as he took a step forward, tumbling over himself. As if playing hopscotch, he skipped forward into the room, letting out a shout. "Jesus Christ!"
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