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Sunday, August 6, 2006


A role Play moment by Shigatsu and friends (again)
Afradal felt as if she would faint when she walked in to the main ball room. Everything was perfect, the marbled floors, the tall pillars, statues and painting along with a large booth for orchestra droids.
"It's beautiful!" She said spinning around in the middle of the floor
Prolan stood in the doors, "You are." He said under his breath, he suddenly turned pink.
Zaldra entered the room and looked around. "Nice." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Very nice."

Hemmingway pulled up to the front of the mansion, getting out and then opening the door for his wife. "Well, that was a long drive." He said as a valet took his keys. "Not a scratch." Clyde warned the man in red.
Veren walked in wearing a formal purple Falleen gown. He stepped right in front of his son where only he could hear his voice, "Self control tonight son." He said reminding him, "We are Falleens, be mindful of that people will be watching and studying our culture." He said.
"Yes, father." Prolan replied with a nod.
"If you don't," Veren started, "Have no worries father." Prolan interrupted.
Veren gave a nod and went to tend to the more important duties of the party.

Prolan strode over to Afradal, and offered his arm for escorting. "Shall we visit your guests?" He asked motioning to the door where the crouds will be flooding in within an hour or so.
"Yes of-course." Afradal said with a smile.

Leigh took her husbands arms as he led her up the large stair case, bellow them water danced in a lake that flowed around the mansion and far beyond it into the gardens.
"I wonder how this place escaped the vong forming?" Leigh asked looking around at the splendor.

Blade stepped out of his speeder, and walked around to the other side to help out Meth.
After handing the key card to the valet he escorted his wife up the long stair way. His eye caught Leigh and Clyde, but he ignored them, hoping they would do the same for them.

"Their the Black Sun, they can do anything." Clyde said sarcastically, smirking. As the couple approached the main door, the doorman, a tall muscular Falleen, stopped them.
"Ten thousand a piece." The man said, his voice gravely.
"Yeah I know." Clyde said, taking out the twenty thousand and handing it over. "Are you happy now?" He asked the seemingly emotionless Falleen, getting no responce.
"Now you need to have a weapons check. There aren't any allowed in here." Clyde raised an eyebrow at the man. Of course he was armed, he was wearing his shoulder holsters and he knew his wife had something somewhere. However impossible that may be. He thought, looking over her dress that clung to her.
"Aright, pal. Let me tell you something. It is in our line of duty to be armed. You see, this gorgeous young woman is Leigh Fett, and I am Clyde Hemmingway." As soon as the words left his lips, the guard stepped aside.
"Please come in, Sir and Madam."
"Thank you." Clyde smirked and led his wife into large mansion.

Zaldra followed the pair of Falleens to the door, wanting to be there in case there was any trouble.

Leigh chuckled as she gripped her husbands arm tighter.
"I hate it when you do that." She said with a smirk. "Though it would have been embarrassing to have to fish that dagger out of my garter."
"Maybe I'll help you 'fish it out' later on." Clyde whispered with a deep chuckle before remembering the rules. Upon remembering them, his face turned to one of fake anguish and he let out a groan. "Nevermind." Hemmingway said, as if hurt by her rules. However, he could not stop the smirk that formed on his lips.
"You're going to lose some thing very precious to you if you don't shut up." Leigh whispered
as they made their way to the main ball room.
Clyde just laughed as he shook the hand of a Senator he had worked for in the past. "Who do you think the new Ring Leader is?" He asked his wife as he scanned the room and the many people inside it.
"A falleen for sure." Leigh said scanning the crowd for any Falleen's at all.
A tall male in purple robes caught her eye.
"That one maybe." She informed nodding her head in his direction. "He's probably using the Xizor kid."
"Ah, the Hemmingways." Prolan said bowing his head, "I have followed your...buisness for sometime now." He smiled, "Caught my attention from the work on Neimondia a few years back."

Veren started talking to Zaldra some meters away, "The boring part is speaking with senators, but if you get one of these bounty hunters start telling tales is when it gets exiting." Veren gave a chuckle.
Leigh smiled.
"Your majesty." The woman have a bow of her head. "You say you've followed our work have you? I can't say it was ever interesting. Not like your politcal games on Falleen. Do you still rule in your mothers sted?"

Afrdal found her self surrounded by young men, all of them asking her about her self, and if she was seeing any one or if she were free later that evening. If she'd been using any sort of pheromone she might have not been in such a rush to answer them.
"No, I'm single! Later tonight? I'm not sure!" Were her standard answers.
And to make matters worse as the orchestra droids filed in and started to play the first waltz there was a short uproar on who was to have the first dance. A short time later a Human male wrapped his arm around her waist and cleverly rushed her to the floor for a first dance.
rolan noticed his date was being stolen, "Ma'am, Sir," He said nodding to both of them, "If you may exuse me, I would like to carry on the conversation later." He smiled.
Shedn'ta tapped the human on the shoulder, "May I cut in?" He asked with a smile on his face, not really asking as much commanding.
"Certainly sir." the man said sarcastically. "When I'm done with this dance."
Afradal sighed as she let out a breath full of pheromones which the man inhaled unknowingly.
"Could you please let me go sir?" She asked wistfully.
"Certainly!" The man replied with a stupefied smile.
Afradal then made her way back to the prince.
"You wanted to dance?"
If they had been anywhere else, Zaldra would have swatted the pesky suitors like flies. But no, he didn't want to make trouble at the ball. Instead, the tall Falleen walked over to the corner of the room, leaning against the wall in the shadows, watching.

Clyde snickered as the Prince went off. "I love it when I get noticed. It oh so greatly strokes my ego." He said, wrapping his arms around his wife as the music started. "May I have this dance, Madam?" His silky voice was accompanied by his seductive smirk, drawing the attention of females around him, but he had eyes only for her.
"Oh Certainly sir." Leigh said pretending to be swept off her feet.

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