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Rynnkk Caerrikk is standing near the entrance with a Pyracani female and two young adults. Presumably they're his family. The young adults are dressed pretty much like he is while the female is wearing whatever flashy clothing that Pyracani females wear with tasteful jewerly and all that jazz. Meanwhile, there are some other people already milling around the multicultural bar area. There's some halfway decent music going on that doesn't involve howling.
Elfriede is adjusting the metal bracer of her dress uniform as she enters, patting the hair of her bun with the other hand to make sure that she's in pristine form. Satisfied, the tall Waldheimer strides into the room, flashing a warm smile to Rynnkk as she spots the family. "Guten tag, Laochaigh, who do we have here?" She queries in her clear alto, beaming affably at the small group.
"This is my pack," says Rynnkk who the introduces his wife and two children who are very good at filling up space in poses but going to rename unnamed so that lazy players have less to remember. The wife, a flashy dresser even by Pyracani standards, bares her teeth in some sort of friendly smile and the nearly adult children stand about, looking like surly teens. Various types of beings are milling about, mostly looking like they just got there. Waiters are flitting back and forth. Drinks are being served. The Caerrikk pack is near the entrance, introducing itself to Luftlowe.
Tark Brogainn meanwhile arrives with his own pack. His mate, dressed formally but not too flashy, stands beside him. Following along is a young Pyracani girl, perhaps 12, and a son, perhaps 15. All are dressed as formally as possible. Following along behind them, his staff tapping against the floor, is an elderly Pyracani of obvious extreme age.
"It is a pleasure to meet you three." Luftlowe replies to Rynnkk, offering Rynnkk a crisp salute and a bow to the rest of his pack-who-must-not-be-named, then offers a similar smile and salute over to Tark and his group. Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing tray, the tall human goes with the brownian motion of the crowd, offering the occasional smile and wave to a friendly face.
Ikin stands off to one side, attempting to simultaneously avoid contact and standing out, with the end result being that he is, of course, extremely obvious. Funny how things work out that way.
Eelim enters the ball slightly under dressed. But hey, atleast the guys got a shirt on. Two in fact. His tattooed face turns back in forth, looking around the area. Not his usual hangout. Oh well. The thug turns to face the woman he's walking with, Kallyn, arm wrapping around her as he whispers something.
The woman with Eelim leans on him a little more than is necessary, though that's likely due to her obvious awkwardness with those shoes. Still, Kallyn appears in good enough spirits, if a bit out of place. Her gaze ventures about the gathering with a curious air, eyes tinted a faint yellow-orange with a few odd blots of green and white. She giggles a little at the male Aukami and nudges his shoulder before whispering back.
Rynnkk Caerrikk returns the salute with a clank as his bracers crack together. His faceless and nameless batch of pack mates bow back with the wife muttering polite niceties. Then, he's greeting Tark and the Brogainn collective with another salute, digging up a deep and somehow cordial bow for the dignified elder. His family, mechanically in the case of the surly teens, does the same. At least the booze is free. "Sabhail," says Rynnkk. "Brogainn pack."
Tark Brogainn offers a salute back to Rynnkk. "Laochaigh. A pleasure to meet your pack. May I introduce my mate, my children, and my father. Tark Brogainn, patriarch of the Brogainn tribe."
"Herr Saerin, Herr Eelim." Luftlowe greets the two contractors with a warm smile for each, downing half of her champagne in one go before inclining her head in Kallyn's direction. "Mein gott, you have found someone who puts up with you, Herr Eelim?" She queries in a teasing tone, gaze dancing with mirth. "Does she know you named our Gazriki the Booty Call yet?"
"Yeah, I guess your right," Eelim responds with a charming grin as he gives an upwards nod towards Luftlowe. "Hey, don't act so suprised. Some girls like a bad boy." He holds back a wide grin at her last question, looking towards Kallyn, "Uh, yeah yeah I gave her the full tour, ya know. Bein' the gentleman I am." He looks away as he can hardly supress his laughter.
"Well met," announces Rynnkk to the group while his wife tries to work in some chit chat about being a military pack mate with Tark's mate. His kids eye Tark's daughter wolfishly. The closest recieves a casual backhand from Rynnkk. The other gets an ear twisted by its mommy.
"Oh I'm quite aware, yes," Kallyn replies to Luftlowe with a bright grin, "I've also teased him over the paintjob." More green takes over her gaze, matching the size of her grin as Eelim looks away. She nudges the man again before adding, "Dr. Kallyn Shafi Lake, at your service," and dipping a formal curtsey.
Tark Brogainn retrieves some refreshments for himself and his pack, and a tall alcoholic beverage for his father, who takes it and goes off happily to work on it. "As he often says, his liver has been under alcoholic assault for 150 years, no reason another is going to matter much." he says with a bit of a smirk.
"Sorry, where are my manners?" Eelim says in a tone thats an exaggerated prim and proper kind of dialect. "This is my girl Kallyn. And...Laoch...Luftlowe." He makes the introduction again, grin able to be supressed now. He clears his throat.
Ikin waves back to Luftlowe with what appears to be a large glass of strong liquor in his other hand, idly walking over to the group as they're talking, but not saying anything.
Luftlowe bows formally in return to Kallyn, responding, "I am Elfriede. If it's too much of a mouthful, Fraulein Doktor, my friends call me Elf, and so does your impish hot-shot pilot." She finishes off the last of her glass of champagne, adding, "Prost! Herr Saerin, have you met Doktor Lake?" She asks Ikin.
Rynnkk's kids quit sizing up Tark's daughter like a lambchop and revert to better behavior. The wife goes off to get drinks for the entire pack - including the pair of surly teens. Rynnkk's by the entrance with the pair of juveniles, thanking his wife for the drink. The surly teens mutter something that sounds fairly grateful. There are waiters and waitresses milling while most of the guests are chilling. It's an odd mix from Tark's elderly father to Eelim and Ikin.
Shok arrives to the party in proper attire. He gives Rynnkk a salute as he comes in saying is his typical voice "Hello sir." The Pyracani looks to the pair of juveniles next to him "Your children?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, we met." Ikin says with a nod, before taking a large swig of his drink. "While I was waiting to see if I could get a lesson in first aid on Pyracan..."
Kallyn looks over the offerings from one server before asking, "Ehm, I can't really drink, do you have something... Oh perfect, thanks." She takes some local juice drink and has a sip before chuckling. "Eelim, dear, I'm shocked! I didn't know you even had any manners to begin with," the woman teases, and then turns her attention more fully to Luftlowe, "'Elf' is a name I can wrap my tongue around easily enough. A pleasure to meet you. And actually, I know this probably isn't the best setting, but I do believe you're one I need to have a chat with." She glances to Ikin and raises her glass with a smile, "We've met indeed - hello again, Ikin!"
Clank go the bracers as Rynnkk salutes Shok in turn. "Yes." He introduces the surly teens who will remain nameless. They give Shok nods just deep enough to be respectful. His wife overs a polite half bow, introducing herself. One kid mutters to the other, "Where's his pack?" Thwack, backhand from Rynnkk. The juvenile shuts up. Rynnkk takes a drink. The teen follows suit. The Caerrikk pack is near the entrance with Shok. Everyone else is kind of clustered together, possibly. Servers move around with drinks and snacks.
Tark Brogainn is standing with his own pack, his mate making small talk with Rynnkk's mate as his son glares now and then at Rynnkk's kids. Ah, the protective older sibling. His daughter, however has made her way over to sit with Nark as he works on his drink.
Miklos comes through the entrance. He's dressed as usual. Apparently he didn't feel the need to dress up extra for the occassion. He takes a brief look around the room before sending a nod toward Rynnkk, "Commander," he offers in greeting.
Shok gets a very breif but /very/ angry look on his face at the mention of not having a pack with him. Somebody not paying attention might not notice it. To Rynnkk's children and pack he replies "Good to meet you." The wolf gives a glance and a nod to Miklos as he enters.
"You do? Then it is a good thing we have met, ja? It is just as well; I feel somewhat akward at Pyracani functions dirtside, so many of them have large families and I come, ah, how do you say it, stag? So far nobody has gotten too intoxicated or broken anything, though, which surprising in a shipping-out event." Luftlowe places her empty glass on a passing tray and fiddling again with the metal dress-uniform bracer on her one arm. "I do not know if hot-shot had any manners before now, truly, but he did help me climb out of a broken lift once. That has to count for something." She adds, with an alto laugh.
"Doctor," says Rynnkk while his pack mutter greetings to Miklos. The wife looks a bit put back by the casual attire, but she covers it well with a pleasant, I guess, snarling smile and introduction. "I hope you enjoy yourself," continues Rynnkk. "At the ball."
"Erm... Is that a common thing at these kinds of functions? If so I would have worn my tool vest or something..." Ikin somewhat worriedly asks, taking another big swig of his very alcoholic drink, "Of course, if that starts, you'll probably find me in the rafters."
"Ladies lets try to keep the conversation away from me, I'm the bashful type. And don't worry Elf, you give me a few drinks and ten minutes and ill meet your intoxicated breaking things requirement." The Aukami man smirks as he looks at Kallyn, squeezing her a little.
"So a shipping out event is typically like a Lomasa party. Good to know," Kallyn muses, before eyeing Eelim with a grin, "Now now dear, get as drunk as you like but if you start breaking things I'm going to have to beat some sense into you." That's followed up by a sweet little peck to the man's cheek, and then the silver-dyed-redhead's attention is back on Luftlowe, "I know what you mean, I tended to avoid most functions altogether for that reason. Anyway, I was told you're the one to speak to about signing on as a contractor? I've been trying to get in touch with you, but our schedules never seem to line up."
"A pleasure," Miklos says to the greeting from Rynnkk's mate. A smile is offered to her and he gives a polite bow. He offers a polite nod to each of the adolecents and then he returns his attention to Rynnkk. "I'm sure it will be a smashing party," he replies before moving further into the area. He heads in the direction of the bar, green glowing eyes taking in the surroundings.
Shok nods to his officer and adds looking around a bit before following Miklos saying "I think I'll need a drink for this. Parties are an...interesting affair for me."
Rynnkk's surly kids take turns eyeballing Tark's son while monitoring their parents' attention. The parents in question are still greeting the random guests who show up.
Tark Brogainn meanwhile starts to make small talk with some of the arriving members of the Marine detachment.
"A what? No, nevermind.. I am most sorry that I've been unavailable, especially as we're keenly desperate for people with experience in medical." Luftlowe replies airily, casually plucking another glass of champagne from a tray. "Well, all of the _good_ sending-off parties get a little wild. It is tradition, and good luck for the cruise ahead. I remember the one before I left on my middy cruise, before the Everwar sparked off.. Someone rigged thermal-triggered nano-explosives to a plate of wurst, and the next thing you know half the room was covered with bits of exploded sausages." Elfriede looks somewhat misty-eyed at the memory. "...They had made enough to feed a few thousand people, too. It was brilliant, like a supernova of deliciousness."
Eelim laughs at Luftlowe's story, grabbing a drink from a passing server and taking a hearty gulp. "Hilarious." He gives han upwards nod towards Ikin. "What up nerdbird, How you doin'?" His hand settles on Kallyn's lower back.
Miklos motions for the bartender's attention and orders before turning his attention to Shok, "and why would that be?" he asks. There's a momentary pause as he looks a little more closely at Shok and adds, "You are part of the Alopex crew?"
Rynnkk Caerrikk leaves his pack to handle greeting the late comers and his wife to handle the discipling the teens. He goes to tell war stories with the old drunk Brogainn. "...this one time in training camp..."
Shok nods to Miklos and replies looking around "I never much cared for them truth be told. Not completely sure why." The Pyracani orders himself a reasonably stiff drink as he asks Miklos "You?"
Kallyn chuckles at Luftlowe's story as well, before having another sip of her juice with a nod and a grin. "That sounds like quite a display," the Aukami woman says between small giggles, "Light, I wish I could have done something like that back home. Would have been worth the consequences, just to see the reactions."
"Well, I'm here..." Ikin says to Eelim with a shake of his head, "And with any luck I can make it through the night without breaking anything or making an ass of myself. Not that that's a likely scenario... Oh. And I painted your gazriki beige."
"Beige.. That makes it sound like a hotel room, not a drop ship." Elfriede observes with an indelicate snort, her free hand waving dismissively. "Ah, but you will be shipping out with us, so here is your chance to be adventurous." She declares to Kallyn, smiling widely. "If you're willing to sign on with our crew, naturally I will need to see your credentials and we will have to do much paperwork, ja, but until then, you can get away with livening things up. Any ideas, Doktor?" Her eyes are alight with mischief.
Miklos nods at Shok, "I see, then you will want to find your way to my office here very soon," he says politely. "I need to do a psych eval on you." his drink arrives and he takes a sip before looking back to Shok again, "What I meant was why are parties so bad for you in particular? They're bad for many but your statement was definitely loaded with a story."
Shok shakes his head a bit to Miklos and replies "It's mostly I don't enjoy being in a room filled with people I don't know. No real story behind it. So you're the one who's been evaluating us then? Good to meet you. My name's Shok. Yours?"
There's some snarling laughter from the commander and the old Brogainn. At least someone is having a good time.
"Eelim's the troublemaker, I just encourage him," Kallyn remarks with a chuckle, "But I suppose if you like fireworks, things that fly, or things that can't decide what temperature they are, I'm your gal?" She rubs her chin, then, "Credentials are slightly complicated, admittedly, but I'll speak with my previous employer about it. I'm an Outverser in Aukami form, so it's obviously difficult to cite more than work experience." She giggles as Ikin speaks, "Beige? Oh Light, you took my advice for a bland color to heart. It's better than pink glitter, at least."
"I understand how that is, my credentials dissapeared in the 41st century." Elfriede replies to Kallyn, nodding affably. "Do not worry, we will work the semantics out. You will be doing physicals for everyone in no time, since that is the first priority right now."
"Miklos," the Aukami replies to Shok. "The name is Miklos. I look forward to seeing you in my office." This illicits a smile from the psychologist and he takes another sip of his drink, eyes glancing around and then he excuses himself to head in the direction of Luftlowe and the small gathering around her. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting this beauty," he says to Eelim, his eyes on Kallyn.
Rynnkk Caerrikk For whatever reason, Rynnkk finds a slightly modified bracer, producing it from under the table. While the object was probably once a normal bracer, it has been sealed up with waxed leather and a big cap on the bottom so it stands upright. Some of the older Pyracans start to mutter knowingly.
Shok nods to Miklos and shrugs now that he has his drink and heads over to Luftlowe with him giving a nod to all present or a salute when necessary.
"We've met, briefly," Kallyn says to Miklos, "Long time ago. A Yoridini fell ill and then a little boy was kileld in the Forgotten Quarter. Same day I met Eelim here." She wraps her arm around Eelim and gives him a little squeeze before smiling, "Dr. Kallyn Lake, as I'm pretty sure names weren't exchanged at the time. And you are?" Luftlowe gets a nod, "Physicals. Ah, I do so miss the duller side of medical care. I've been scrambling getting my current patients squared away with their new doctors."
"Doktor Gyrferen, Magaigh Shok." Luftlowe greets smoothly, stepping aside to make more room in the small milling group. "Doktor Lake will be signing on with us, so you will be working with her, Miklos." She adds, with a chuckle. "Ja, I imagine it is not easy to leave an establihed practice. If I may ask, why did you choose to sign on? To be with your beau?"
"...I suspect you'll probably have plenty of bullet wounds to patch before the war is over..." Ikin says quietly, taking a swig of his drink and following it up with an even more quiet, "Probably more than a few in me..."
Dup-da-dup-da-do, Rynnkk goes around with his modified bracer, collecting the various discarded drinks and dumping them into his ornate bracer-cup-do-hickey. Luckily, the thing is big. The size of a large Pyracani's forearm. Plenty of space for this trash can of a drink. Maybe he's just cleaning up...no, probably not. That's unfortunate for someone. "Which one of our crew members is the youngest? In actual years of being actively alive, discounting rifting."
"Ah, I remember now," Miklos replies to Kallyn, his eyes shifting to a deep yellow in color with ribbons of green around the edges. He nods and smiles at Luftlowe's explanation. "I imagine then that you will be taking over the more medically oriented parts that I've been fumbling though," he says offering his hand to the other doctor as well as a bright smile. "Miklos Gyrferen. I'm the resident psychologist. It is a pleasure."
"I was originally going to take a much more... direct and dangerous role in the war effort," Kallyn explains, "Not a bad front-line fighter if I do say so myself. But... well, unforseen complications in the form of an impending bundle of joy have caused me to re-evaluate the risks I'm willing to take. I know this is still a risk, but I can't bring myself to stay out of the war entirely."
She smirks at Ikin, "Well yes, that's the point of my position... Don't worry, though, I'll make sure you survive your encounters with bullets and all that fun stuff." She shakes Miklos' hand, "The pleasure is mine, Dr. Gyrferen. I suppose we should make an appointment at some point. Can get your physical and my psych evaluation done all at once." Finally, she eyeballs Rynnkk, "Um... Being actually alive? Well that makes me... let's see I died at age 17 or 18, been here maybe two years, so I'm around 19 or 20? Or 2... But if you try to get that down my throat, I will harm you."
Shok eyes Rynnkk's gathering of trash and ponders idly what he's doing before offering Kallyn a "Hello." He doesn't respond right away to Rynnkk's question but eventually replies with his age "25."
"Nein, not for someone expecting.. Speaking of, you are expected to stay away from any radiation or environmental hazards, which means I do not want you down in engineering for any reason, if someone is injured there they will be brought out to you or someone else will treat them. Liability purposes and such, you understand. Congratulations, by the way." Luftlowe adds, almost belatedly.
"Erm... Twenty two." Ikin says quietly, shaking his head. "Erm... For the next couple months anyway."
Miklos looks Kallyn over briefly, "Yes, congratulations. Perhaps you will tame Eelim here," he says with a soft chuckle. "And I think doing both evals at once would be most efficient." He turns attention to the Pyracani commander, "One hundred and fifty," he replies.
"I'll avoid those things gladly," Kallyn nods to Luftlowe, speaking her thanks with a small smile as congratulations are offered to her. "Tame him? But I love Eelim for who he is! Wouldn't be any fun if he were /tame/," the woman chuckles, "I'll see about some little tweaks, though, just so the silly man lives longer."
Luftlowe raises her chin to regard Rynnkk, and declares, "A woman does not tell her age. I am older than Herr Saerin and Herr Shok and that is all I will say, Laochaigh." She adds to Kallyn, mischeviously, "Or perhaps you will end up looking after two children instead of one, ja? I hope the child takes after you, Fraulein Doktor." She winks, to show she's speaking (mostly) in jest.
"So, what you're saying is that you will not risk alcohol, but you will risk assaulting a Pyracan commander over it because that is a logical way of settling things," translates Rynnkk for Kallyn. He stride-lopes towards Ikin, holding the bracing bracer drink in two hands like some kind of relic. "Drink it. If you puke, do it in the cup." There's a party on if that's not already clear.
Lux attempts to walk in quietly behind a few larger Pyrrian fellows, but one of them leaks oil on the ground and causes him to slip into a table, knocking a few glasses over and onto the floor. He suddenly blushes and closes his eyes, instantly teleporting to the other side of the room and leans against the wall, trying to appear nonchalant.
Shok watches as Ikin is handed the drink and merely waits. He isn't completely sure what will happen but he is reasonably sure hilarity will ensue. Then he becomes distracted by Lux's antics for a moment but eventually goes back to Ikin.
"The point is the threat itself," Kallyn points out with a shrug, "Not the action within." She sips her juice again and then frowns as her PDA goes off. "Ah, Shades," the woman mutters, "I have to go, I have one more patient to set on his way." She gives Eelim a kiss and then waves to the gathered group, "Nice to meet you all, sorry I couldn't stay. Take care."
"Erm.... Well, I can try..." Ikin says, putting his own drink on the table taking the oversized cup in his hands. He stalls for a bit before finally beginning to drink the dispose-all of a mix, nearly gagging on the strength for a moment before getting more used to it.
"Please contact me aboard the ship at your earliest convenience." Luftlowe comments to Kallyn with a nod, adding, "We will get the paperwork taken care of promptly." She turns to watch Ikin, expression one of anticipation.
"Do have a good evening, Doctor," Miklos offers to Kallyn and then he turns his attention to Ikin, "You can do it..." he says to Ikin when he hesitates about the drink. "Just think...you could be a hero after this," he adds with a chuckle and gives a cheer as the Falari chugs it.
Lux frowns as the slow reacting Thuls sitting at the table turn from watching the holo to see their drinks spilled on the floor. The trio of Thul are shaking in aggitation and Lux finally sighs and digs a few coins, more than enough to cover the drinks that he spilled, out of his pocket. He looks at the handful of coins and then at the table where the agitated Thul are. He concentrates a moment and the coins clatter to the table, quickly calming the Thul, who call over a server. "I'm too damned nice sometimes." he mutters.
Shok smirks at Ikin and while he takes his drink says to him "Bottoms up." He proceeds to take a drink of his own beverage.
Ikin manages to finish the drink and looks for a moment as though he's going to vomit. Somehow, he resists that urge, however, and promptly... Crashes right to the floor in a manner that only an extremely drunk 200 lbs bird can manage.
Rynnkk Caerrikk's head tilts as he follows Ikin's 'flight' to the floor. "Impressive."
Lux quirks a brow at Ikin, "These are times that I'm thankful I don't need to drink."
Luftlowe looks down at Ikin and stifles a sigh, shaking her head. The statuesque human stoops to pick up Rynnkk's vessel o' doom from the slumped figure and hands it back to him, commenting, "If it is acceptable, I will see him back to the ship, Laochaigh, and make sure he is settled, assuming I can get some help lifting him."
"Uh...uh..." Miklos gets out as Ikin crumbles to the floor and he crouches down beside him, checking for vital signs, "Impressive indeed."
Rynnkk Caerrikk sniffs the bracer, getting whatever bouquet may or may not be leaching out like some sort of neuron gas from the mixed drink made up of random leftovers. He seems to think better of investigating any further. He tells Luftlowe, "Of course." Louder, he says, "The bird did not throw up. It is a good omen." There's some cheering and more drinking.
Lux walks over and stands over the fallen birdman. "If you chaps want, I'm sure his face is gonna sting after he finally gets up. I could fix that if you'll allow me. Provided he's not pissy about mental abilities." He looks at the people around the fallen fellow.
Ikin does indeed appear to be alive, though not especially conscious.
With a shrug, Luftlowe gestures to Ikin, after looking Lux over assessingly. "Not that I know of, but what exactly do you propose to do, Herr...?" She prompts for a name, inclining her head somewhat. "It is not exploding wurst, but it will do."
Miklos places an arm under one of Ikin's wings to help him get up, "That was some good drinking there, friend," he says with a smile. "If it's okay with others I will help you to your room also?"
Lux taps himself on the chest, "I'm Lux, I can cause people's bodies to ignore pain, this way he's not bitching and crying about his head or face or whatever else he hurt once he gets up. I'm sure if you're his friend you don't wanna listen to all that crying if you could help it." He chuckles and taps his index finger on his right hand, "So far in this past week alone, I've seen one bird, and two human's pass out in bars and wake up complaining about how bad it hurts to go face first into the ground."
"It is a courteous offer, Herr Lux." Luftlowe comments quietly, hefting Ikin up from the other side as Miklos. "I suspect it is his pride that will be the injured party, however. Thank you for your offer, but as it is not a critical situation, he is not awake to give his informed consent." She smiles politely, then nods over to Miklos.
"Some sooth sayer will translate the omen for me later," announces Rynnkk. "I am unfamiliar with this one."
Miklos smiles and there is perhaps a little help with unforseen forces in lightening the load of the Falari. "Do have a good evening, folks," he says as he looks to Luftlowe for the cue to go and begins to head toward the exit if she's okay with this.
Lux nods his head once and steps back out of the way of the people, he turns and attempts to lose himself in the crowd.
Luftlowe steers Ikin's unconcious body along with Miklos, casting a wistful look to the champagne as she passes it.
With the party breaking up, Rynnkk goes to collect his pack - wife, two sons - and leave.