[Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr]

1935
Matt's Temporary Officer
Outpost

No, Bobby agreed mentally, you so don't wanna know. Leaning on the desk after setting up, he poured remaining of the liquid in the mugs, "hmmm," he voiced his approval on the comment, "I have my ways. Some better not voiced."

With the wall supporting his back, Matt chuckled as he shook his head. Oh what was he going to do with the Guards Officer. A aged old question to which he never found an answer to this day. Studying the younger Oxford, Matt was surprised that the man was holding to this 'we are in another galaxy deal' better than he expected out of him. He had been geared for whining, ranting and b!tching, then normally came his way, "I know all your tricks, Goat Face," he threw the mock nicks, all five of them used on each other; originally Travis created them to be used as insults, however his own plan had backfired on him.

Amused, Bobby got of his feet after draining the second shot, supporting a smug grin, "Sure you do," he muttered, knowing half of words were just a buff, "you still haven't figured out who the Wizard is. My tricks are years old as it is." He adjusted his tie and blue coat.

He wasn't going to live this down, Matt realised, as he picked up his own coat, "I have had no leads," he defended his slow investigation he had been doing on his own, "in fact," he spoke as he lead then down the hallway, towards the commissary where the party was happening, "no one is saying a word about the Wizard."

1936
Commissary

Robert had been pondering over what he was just told, "Not a word?" It wasn't really possible now was it? Seeing Matt shake his head, Rob let out few colourful words in French. "Permission to kill him or her, sir? Should we ever cross paths." Even if they did, Oxford doubted that they would recognise the person.

"Denied, Captain," he patted his XO's shoulder, as then entered the room, and saw place in semi warmed atmosphere. Tilting his head towards Bobby, "Right up your ally, bro."

Snorting, he shook his head, "No that would be a bar and chicks," he kept his eyes away from female backside. It just reminded of him off....well something he did rather not think about. He had his position to think about. "This is far from it, however right up your ally. Quite and boring." Not that Matt was boring when his buttons were pushed and hard, but he could quite.

Smelling something, they both looked at the entree that had just arrived, moving to join the group, Bobby chuckled at Billie's words. "I'm sure Hernandez wouldn't dare to have uncooked food around the table," he was still having slight jealous feelings over Matt having his own chef. It was hard to believe it, but the a$$ had one. After all, Hernandez had their big giant head to feed, "I have to confess his cooking is excellent. You will live to see tomorrow."

Cold comfort, Billie decided at the bluntness of the words. Captain didn't mince his words, it was very much was the same with Colonel Oxford. No doubt about that they all were related after all.

She found it slightly hilarious at different term being used for seafood by Aear, having a hard time keeping a straight face, she nodded at the cat. Well what else she could call them? "We call it seafood." She replied a little late as their ally moved towards his family and both leaders had each other. She suddenly felt a pang of homesickness.

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((Can someone please shut Matt and Bobby up? LOL. These two are worse than Travis alone >.>))

[Deleted]

1936
Commissary


Roger stood behind the others, near the officers. He wasn't military, but he was a "boss." He made light conversation with Fiala and the woman who called herself Mac. He wanted to call her "Sarah," as that was his given name, but last time he'd tried that, she'd given him a frosty look and said firmly that it was Mac, "just Mac." The psychologist in him was piqued, but the gentleman in him respected her wishes. They were discussing nothing really, sipping some drinks, and watching. Finally, when the food came out, he watched the lithe Marine take over, orgnaizing them all into a line. He fell into place where she pointed, and then he took a plate, and filled it with some food. Not TOO much, but he was hungry, after all. He made sure to keep track of the nutrition-he was always careful to set a proper example.

He looked around for a place to sit, and felt almost like he was back in school. It was always difficult to navigate the waters. Finally, he found an open seat, and sat down. He smiled at his table mates.

Hullo! How are we on this bonny good evening?

(SO anyone wanna sit by Rog?)

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[Deleted]

1945
Commissary

Sadie smiled up at Liam as he brought her a drink.

Here you go lass... She sipped the drink, and then replied.

Thank you, dear. It smells GOOD. I am hungry. She looked Liam over; he looked well in his dress uniform, and then she spotted Dr. Harrison, and Chiquita. The Meowtains were dressed in regal gowns, and Sadie, while usually glamourous, felt a little silly. Then she realized that at least she was better dressed than Fiona, so that made her feel better. She was a little shallow. So what?

She fell into a chat with Liam and some of his immediate teammates. She was proud of him, that was sure, and she listened to the stories that Aear and Lequana shared. Some of them Liam had told her, and some of them not. Likewise, she'd shared some stories of the cases she'd done with HIM, and some not. She told him about the clinic-how zooey it often was, but that Doc H was a good man, who didn't work her TOO hard, but expected her to achieve. She appreciated that.

Tag:Liam Kelly,Aear Charter,@all

[Blueberry Yagami]

1936
Commissary

Blue had been minding her own business keeping herself invisible. Blue was not a social person she didn't do parties. She hadn't even changed. She was still wearing her old high school uniform with a lab coat over it. She'd busied herself with Miki who had insisted that she be here. She'd negotiated with the admiral and Fee to let her do her work remotely at times.

She looked up when Roger spoke an noticed that everyone had sat at HER table. What were they thinking? Didn't they know she was trying to be invisible? Dejectedly she greeted the idiot that had spoken and disturbed her peace. Harrison-sensei. Good evening. with that over with she lowered her head and set back to work.

Tag: @roger

(Sensei because it tends to get used for doctors and professors too. It's not like words don't exist though. Slang maybe? Sorry Rog but Blue doesn't like you right now lol)

[Deleted]

1945
Commissary


Fiala just gave Pratt a smile as much as she could muster in a sweet tone," Please call me Fiala or Skala" with that her voice became more firm " I insist .! been called Lieutenant had always been a pet hate since working with English speakers, in away she saw it made people know she was Czech and proud of it . She had always rather someone fail to speak Czech or her name instead of going easy to an English version .
She kept her straight face and turn to see Witwers approach so nodded her head in respect and moved towards Fiona who spoke before moving away .

Good evening, Porcieuk

Fiala moved towards her and in a smart, friendly way responded " Fiona, I think by now you can call me Fiala, I'd like to think were Friends . " Fiala pulled a chair over to Fiona and sat down . " It's good to sit down, What's wrong you ? you look like your been forced here ."

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[Deleted]

1945
Commissary

Lequana entered the room were the party was been held . It had been awhile since she was at a party, near the end of the evacuation of her homeworld there had been few resources and too few people to spare to party . Since coming she had kept to herself, expect when on duty . She had befriended one lady who work supplies and all do she was stuck on duty for another two hours, she had insisted on Lequana joining to make friends and had even supplied a black dress which she knew Lequana like . It was a plain black dress down to the knees and sleeves reached to her elbows . Lequana had want to pump the make up on but restricted from doing it herself and had even been forced to go to supplies so her friend could put it on . What was left was a light touch of makeup and hair hanging below her shoulders .
Lequana found a seat in the center of the room and sat there with some unknown drink . All she knew was it would make a Tau'ri drunk, but she knew that was one thing she did't have to worry about .

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[Aear Charter]

1936
Commissary

Aear and Kana sat either side of Roger. Kana raised an eyebrow as She watched her brother sit next to the man. He did have a habit of being with people he knew better. She'd been expecting him to sit with that Blueberry or to join Fiona and Chiquita in anti-social corner.

Evening Harrison. Could you remind me after this to give you Kana's PJs?

Kana dropped her head suddenly in shock at the words shed just heard almost smacking her head on the table. Oni-chan! she yelled out angrily.

Its not like your wearing them and you might as well have Harrison look after them for you since your sleeping there rather then with Chiqui in your quarters. said Aear simply as if there was nothing wrong with any of this. His was pushing Kana onto Harrison somewhat but if she wasn't going to listen to him when he told her to take it easy and to listen to her body when it said it needed sleep. Maybe Harrison could sort her out.

Kana was speechless at her brother's words. He must do it deliberately she thought. Every social event they went to he embarrased her like this. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before giving up on words to explain to her brother. Instead she shot a glare at Harrison expecting him to set her brother straight.

Tag: @roger

(Sorry Rog looks like you just got dropped in the middle of it. ^^)

[Liam Kelly]

1945
Commissary


"You're welcome dear" Liam said to his wife in reply before getting into the conversations.  While talking, he glanced back over to her, loving how she looked tonight.  He held Sadie's hand as he talked with his teammates, his drink in his free hand at the same time.  Shadow was back in his barracks room at this time.


TAG: @sadie

[Deleted]

1935-46
Commissary

Fiona was alone in her "antisocial" corner until the Charters showed up. She was going to be forced to at least interact with the other wallflowers. Maybe one day she wouldn't feel the self-conciousness that she usually did-besides the emotional scars, she was certain the physical ones showed up, as well, and she was also worried that she'd say something dumb. Well, actually, she was worried she'd say something SUPER intelligent that no one else would understand about Quantum theroy or something, and then she'd REALLY be embaressed. Nothing like making people feel awkward by bringing up Kepler readings to a bunch of people so totally uninterested in Aeronautics. It had happened before.

Fiala spoke to her.

Fiona, I think by now you can call me Fiala, I'd like to think were Friends...It's good to sit down, What's wrong you ? you look like your been forced here . She nodded, and sat stiffly next to Fiala.

Well, Fiala, I sort of WAS, you see, and I am the Comms officer. I write bloody code, not socialize. I didn't have a mum, so I never learned how to behave at parties. I often find I embarass myself through no actual fault of my own. She tried to explain. Fiala reminded her a bit of her stepmum, and while Fee wasn't superclose with Syd, it was nice to have a sort of mother figure anyway.

She stood then, and excused herself to Fiala to get some food.

Oh, 'tis the food. Excuse me, I doubt it's a one and one, but it'll do. I do miss chips, Fiala. I really do. She bounded for the table; due to her small size, most people didn't think Fiona ate much, but the opposite was actually true. She liked to eat, it was just that she had trouble sitting still long enough for the calories to stick.

She made herself a plate of the seafood and snacks, and helped herself to some punch-no beer, as she was on duty later, but the punch would at least be refreshing. She giggled at Aear.

'Tis fish, Aear. It's bloody good, with a bit of mustard and sauce on it. You're a cat-you should fancy it! She then returned to Fiala's side, and began to eat carefully-it wouldn't do to spill mustard on her shirt, even if it WERE old and dingy. She loved this old-school Red Sox shirt; she'd gone to a game in junior school-her first-and her father had bought it for her. It was one of the few "good" days she could ever remember, and whenever she wore it, she felt happy.

Tag:Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, Aear Charter, ALL

[Deleted]

1936
Commissary

Roger was a people-watcher-mostly by nature, but it helped immensely in his career. He looked at all the people gathered-Fiona had come out of the corner, but she'd found an adult to chat with, as if she were deliberately trying to not have fun. It was a step for her, though, he knew, to be at least sitting in the middle of the room, instead of hugging the dark corners. There was the commanders; each one a leader, but with different qualities. Sometimes he wanted to shout at them-ALL of them-ask if they would sit and talk quietly to each other-commander to commander, enlisted to enlisted, enlisted to commander. The leaders could show the others what sort of mix of self-esteem and other qualities it took to be a leader, and the enlisteds could teach them a little bit of appreciation. Likewise, someone like Fiona could teach them all a little about being humble. He took lessons from her regularly. While he complained that he missed home-a legitimate complaint-he at least had a place he could go that felt safe, where he could be himself for what he was. Fiona struggled with that-even in her own family, he saw the tapes she played that she was a lesser member of the family.

Some people settled in next to him, and he turned his focus. The Charters, and Miss Yagami. The young Japanese woman spoke aloud, surprising him.

Harrison-sensei. Good evening. He nodded once.

'Allo! He was going to say more, but the young woman appeared to not to be bothered, so while it was against his nature, he let her be. He then turned to Aear as the young man spoke, too.

Evening Harrison. Could you remind me after this to give you Kana's PJs? Roger raised a confused eyebrow, and then glanced at Kana, who sat to his right.

Pardon? Aear continued, answering his question, with Kana interjecitng.

Oni-chan!

ts not like your wearing them and you might as well have Harrison look after them for you since your sleeping there rather then with Chiqui in your quarters. Roger stifled a chuckle, and did his best "Father" impression.

Mr. Charter, 'tis not quite polite to call someone in public. However, Miss Charter, he DOES make a point. I see it like this-if Kana feels safe sleeping in the clinic, who am I to disturb her? I have given it my OK, but I can discuss it with you further, but privately, Aear. The young man had seen him a few times, on Roger's urging, but he wanted to have a few more sessions. He truly believed that Aear meant well enough, just that he had a distorted view of HOW to achieve it.

He looked at the two aliens.

You should eat something, perhaps.

Tag:Aear Charter, Kana Charter.

[Deleted]

1945
Commissary

You're welcome dear... She just smiled at him, and the two made the rounds around the room, chatting lightly with everyone who would reciprorcate (excluding the three who hung in the shadows. Sadie was TRYING to make friends with Fiona, but she couldn't seem to crack the other woman's shell). At least Fiona LOOKED at them today as they paused at the table to say hello to Fiona and Fiala.

Good evening, Miss Maccafferty, Por..ciek? Sadie tried to pronounce the woman's rank properly, feeling it was only polite. She didn't know the woman well enough to call her by her first name, and resorting to "lieutenat" seemed odd on Sadie's tongue. She was a commander, though, so she was going to try hard. You both look lovely. Sadie sometimes wished there were more females on the base-she sometimes felt outnumbered, and when the men got into scraps, she could use another woman to kick thier proverbial backsides into action.

Finally, they got to the table with the food, and Sadie made herself a small portion, and she and Liam went to a table with a mixed group of others. They started to eat, and she was able to relax.

Tag:Liam Kelly, Lequana Ka'ti of Partho, @all

[Aear Charter]

1937
Commissary

Whilst Aear might seem to be occupied antagonizing Kana he was listening to the various conversations going on around the room. His ears flicked around listening to every speaker. He still didn't really trust anyone here and they still had a lot of work to do to earn it. If things went south he wanted as much information as possible. Knowing the politics at play he could cause a ruckus if he needed to by setting people off against one another. It wasn't like he was planning anything he was just taking precautions. He expected everyone in the room to betray him without exception.

Mr. Charter, 'tis not quite polite to call someone in public. However, Miss Charter, he DOES make a point. I see it like this-if Kana feels safe sleeping in the clinic, who am I to disturb her? I have given it my OK, but I can discuss it with you further, but privately, Aear.

Roger seemed to take neither side in their argument defending each side equally. Aear ignored Roger's request to continue the discussion in private however. He didn't mention because he was concerned about Kana's safety but rather her health. He could see through her cosmetic magic even if no one else could and whilst he'd tried to talk to her about her long term fatigue and habit of overworking herself she wouldn't listen to him. If he mentioned it in public perhaps he'd embarrass her enough to change. After all he couldn't embarrass her if he didn't have any ammunition.

I don't mind where Kana sleeps just when she sleeps. He said not dropping the issue. Kana has a habit of overworking herself and not listening to her body when it tells her it needs sleep. And just because you use cosmetic magic to hide your exhaustion from everyone else does not mean it will hide it from my magical vision. Said Aear sternly directing the last part at Kana. He was the one that raised them and was their guardian, they might not like it but he wasn't going to rest if their health and safety was at risk.

You should eat something, perhaps.

In the empire you'll be hard pressed to find anyone who will eat anything that once used to be an animal. Said Aear explaining what everyone had obviously been too blind to see. Maybe that was just the human way and they didn't know people who didn't eat fish or meat so as such Aear paid little mind to it. That doesn't mean the two of you can't partake however. Aear said loudly so that Chiquita could hear him before turning to give Chiquita a look cutting her off as she tried to speak in protest before collecting a small place with no more than five pieces and sitting on Aear's lap. She was one who like Blue ate as little as possible. He needed to fix that somehow, that and her fear of guys. He was sure Roger was the key to that one, however he needed to somehow get him in the right place at the right time. With Chiquita's level of clumsiness it was inevitable that she'd have some sort of accident, he just needed Roger to be there to treat any injuries. He wasn't going to deliberately make it happen, there was no way he could deliberately hurt her after all. Being a parent was not an easy job.

Tag: @roger, ALL

[Liam Kelly]

1945
Commissary

Liam sat next to Sadie after they got to their table. He noticed that Sadie had relaxed after she spoke to Fiona and Fiala, knowing how she felt about them. Liam felt the same way when talking to them, but for now, he put that aside and focused on why they were there. As he ate, Liam reached over and took Sadie's hand in his.  He was glad to have met her and have her as his wife.


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[Koren Telion]

1946
Commissary

After a long, frustrating check-out at the armory, with multiple dents and dings and dirt all over his P-90 and M9, both requiring a full cleaning, Koren came into the commissary looking for a quiet place to relax. Instead, as the blast door opened, he found a party. Deflating sadly, Koren looked around the room, his heart rate rising; he never did well in highly social situations, at least not without a job to do, and it was clear this was some kind of base-wide party. Looking around the room for some familiar faces, his eyes fell upon Fiona Maccaferty and stayed there.

Since the first month of the expedition, Koren had been in high demand from the higher-ups and had barely said two words to Fee over the course of the last three months, but Koren knew that the news had gotten around about his latest brush with death, and he knew that such a thing was bound to make Fee even more angry at him. But as scared as he was of Fee's wrath, more than anything he just missed her company. He missed how comfortable they were around each other, and how relaxing it was to spend time with her.

Koren was about to go over to her when he noticed Fiala sitting next to her and Sadie coming over. Koren summoned up his courage and headed over.

"Hey," Koren said as confidently as he could muster, "Do you mind if I sit with you guys?" Koren gestured to a seat across from Fee and next to Sadie.

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[Grant Fulcur]

Commissary

Grant entered the room smiling. For the first time in a long time, he was getting a chance to party on duty, and to really feel like he was a part of something. Grant approached his CO and XO and Billie, standing next to them and surveying the room.

"How are we doing, sirs?" He offered, knowing it was an open ended question, but also knowing that he had no idea how to treat these men outside of a military setting, so he saw fit to keep the small talk on his part to a minimum until they implied permission to speak more freely.

<TAG Matthew Oxford >