When In Rome

A RolePlay Log by The Dark Star Security Company
Title	When in Rome
Date	2014 July 04
IC Date	2536 Feb 06
Location	Pellia City Center - Alexandria
Appearing	Mia Daniels Phelan Daniels Guy Botoh Maxim Vargas Theresa Knapp Calira d'Narvose

The crew of the DarkStar visit Alexandria to attend a quasi-Greecian festival which coincides with the 20 year anniversary of the label that produced discs made by the famous Phoenix Lixx. Mayhem, quite naturally, ensues.

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Pellia city center (or Custer's Folly as some old timers still call it), was built by one of the first Governors of the moon. He was a scholar and ancient history buff named Custer J. Davaleon and an admirer of Alexander the Great. He named the city for Alexander's birthplace. Spending the fortunes of himself and most of the tax payers on places like this, he was assassinated at the age of 49 to get some tax relief.
The whole area is laid out like a Grecian Agora (called a forum by the Romans). The stone paved area is closed to all but foot traffic and has lines of carved freestanding white marble columns. The government building at one end is built in the form of a Doric temple, surrounded with a broad portico and white marble columns. Colonnades run the length of both sides of the Agora and contain small shops, restaurants and clubs. For the locals it is a source of pride though the history of the place and the ruination it brought to some is a sore spot not usually talked about to outsiders.

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          The Greecian Agora, called Forum by the romans, or the BIG OPEN SPACE by the locals, is crowded with throngs of people meandering among the free standing white marble columns. The government building, at the far end of the forum, is bedecked with banners, wreaths of flowers, rope lines of toga clad people visiting the food and drink vendors, entertainment stands blaring music or vid clips, more entertainment walking the crowds, working the crowds.

          One of the largest entertainment stands, one that is both sleek, flashy, professional, and drawing a crowd that is several people deep on all sides, is hosted by the label that managed Mia's dics, promoting the 20th anniversary of her label. The star of their event, the lady Mia herself, has been loudly rumored to be in attendance at this celebration, there's even a chance she might be willing to sign autographs. <English>

          Mia has urged her husband to have fun, mingle, and free license to chow down on the delectables, like the bacon wrapped beef Hors d'oeuvre and other delectables-not a core party so the offerings are humbler and heartier. She enters wearing an ornade toga, red with gold thread, false lashes, hair extensiosn that tumble silken curles to the backs of her knees, eyeliner for that exotic look-or perhaps to hide that she's aged a decade since 'Helena Does Troy' was released. Carefully on heels that give her enough height she's at a danger of being voted otu of the lollipop guild, she makes her way over to her station. <English>

          Accompanying Mia through the throng, and fussing a little with the edge of the toga that she's wearing, "This this is drafty," she says en sotto voice to Mia. "And airy. Do you know how difficult it is to conceal serious weaponry in this?" she adds, humor shading her voice as she gazes around - over Mia's head, even in her spike heels - while Mia leads the way to her station. "Am I allowed to bloody noses of the unwashed masses if they violate the Mia Personal Space bubble?" <English>

          Guy comes walking in, he had to go shopping around to get the right material and the right feel of what is to be a toga party. So he is arriving alittle late but at least he is looking a bit better about himself addapting to this party. So he wlaks in and starts to wlak around, looking a bit confident, smiling and nodding at people he has no idea who they may be but at least he is mingleling.At this moment in time he is wearing a toga. This Toga is but a purplelish/reddish sheet that seems to only have one clasp holding the toga up. The front part starts from his right shoulder and al the way down to his mid thighs, though the right is a bit higher and the left is a bit lower at bottom of the toga and half his chest is exposed, showing a sun shaped tattoo. Around his neck is the same fabric, attached to the clasp which holds the back end of the toga, looking like some sort of cloak that hangs down to the ankles. On his forearms there is forearm guards, all made of of either paper and colored in as well as the same for his shin gaurds. <English>

          Mia smiles wryly, "No. I'm to be the perfect sex kitten, the perfect dream girl-and like a good an proper whore I'm supposed to want it." she pats Calira's shoulder, "It'll be fine, no bloodying, usually staff wait for me to step back and gently steer fans away. Hands will roam, especially when I pose for pictures for autographs, Just...keep an eye on Phelan." She looks around warily, "Last one of these he was here for he put someone in traction." She looks up, "Are my lashes strait?" because those thick silky lashes are certainly not real. <English>

          "Did he?" Calira says, sounding pleased by this news of Phelan's previous management of over-zealous fans invading Mia Personal Space bubble. "Yes, your lashes are straight. How can you stand to wear them? I'd feel like I had wings attached to my eye-lids," and she IS staring at the fake lashes with a sort of morbid fascination. "Hah, and no, you're not supposed to want it. You're supposed to project the air of sexy and slightly reserved, make them want to chase you and the fantasy that if they're cool enough they'll get you to smile at them, their dream come true. Or something like that, right?" and she skims another look slowly over the crowd, catching sight of one of the vid promoters who's just caught sight of Mia and the man practically leaps into the air and starts bustling toward Mia at full speed. Calira lets out a snicker of sound, "I think you've been spotted," she says quietly to Mia, smothers another snicker, and turns slightly to sweep that look around again and spots Guy and grins. <English>

          Mia shrugs, "Used to them. Sides, not like when I was in the biz, hot lights, lots of of sweat and things, getting them in place for all that was serious. In this movie I had to use superglue. And no. Men spend a lot of their lives being spurned by pretty girls, or still remember the girls in highschool that spurned them-pornland is full of girls who just want a good..." she smirks and she eyes Calira, "Keep my man from doing anything stupid when he shows up, please. Please. And I'm watching you too." Cause booze doth abound. pushes her hair over her shoulders and smiles as she greets the folks that set up the booth and lets them proudly show off how they've showcased one of her highst grossing movies. <English>

          Guy had been mingleling, that is what you do in these parties right. He understands that Mia had been a star or certain adult entertainment and so he had expected people that had similar interests showing up. So smiling and nodding, he seems to move slowly, talking a bit here and there but then continues on, he is looking for people he knows at least. Sure he may have been touched and observed and asked 'what are you wearing under that' he would answer, some would blush and some be that much more curious but he be on his way once again. Eventualy he moves on towards Cal, finaly seeing her at least, he has yet to spot Mia, thoguh he has come to understand where Mia is, Phelan and or Cal will be. <English>

          Phelan was here and he'd even put on a costume. Gawd he hated these affairs, the less Mia did the more crazies that seemed to show up seemed to increase and that was saying something. But the cowboy was among the unwashed masses. He was drinking from a red solo cup. He was dressed like Otter from Animal House complete with a red and grey neck tie and a laural. He was wearing flip flops. If he's armed it's hard to find. Though with Phelan is he ever really unarmed. He's watching the porcession go past with Pheonix Lixx aka Mia the star. <English>

          "I see," Calira replies with another nod at Mia, "and keep Phelan from putting anyone in traction, starting and city wide brawls that we can't manage, and don't let him get arrested?" she fills in the blanks there while eyeing the folks that hustle toward Mia, full speed, talking a mile a minute before they even arrive. And yes, booze doth abound, there's a reason why Cal is armed, it's reassuring. She spots Phelan and his red solo cup, snickers-snorts out a laugh at his attire, relaxes visibly once she sees his relative proximity, and snags a bottle of water from one of the mingling vendors, tosses a credit to the vendor in return and salutes Guy with the bottle shakes her head at the line up at the table before Mia even gets there. <English>

Mia tests her Entertain against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (2).
          Mia plasters on a big smile, she signs the jackets of the movies, pictures, one even brings his rodeo champion belt buckle (not attatched) Mia kisses it to leave a big red lipmark, signs it, and the man beams and retreats. Mia grabs a flute of champaign and drains it, grabbing another and nursing it as she watches the crowd between vapid smiles and chattering with fans or even folks going: who the heck are you and what the heck is this? <English>

          Guy eventually catches up with Cal and watches Mia go to the table set up for her and then looks to Cal. " Well, she seems to be still popular." then he leans in. " You wearign anything under that?" he chuckles at his own words but at least he is simplu bugging her. Most likely she is wearing a hidden gun, some where. He then looks around once again, smiling and noting the crowds. <English>

          Calira actually laughs at Guy's question, resting one hand on one of the blades she's carrying visibly. "What you see is what you get," says with a grin.
          Calira nudges Guy with one elbow then slides through the crowd again, this time taking up a position a few feet to the side of where Mia is holding court and watches as the crowd drifts forward in a steady wave of movement. To the trained eye, the movement of the crowd is a distinct traffic pattern and she amuses herself studying faces, comparing them against the last mug shots she'd downloaded from wanted posters, idly selecting one or two people to track through the crowd. Just because she can. <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (32).
Phelan tests his Agility against a 82 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-14).
Phelan tests his Agility against a 96 difficulty. The result is successful (45).
          Phelan makes his way up, he'd gotten another cup of beer. He gotten closer and closer to Mia and her entrouge. Till he rain into a coule of guys yelling Toga, Toga at each other then trying to start an imprompt too mosh pit. Which results in Phelan getting his fresh beer knocked out of his hand and onto a rather large guy. Phelan had slipped away by the time the guy turns around and the Toga boys get their wish. Security would be along shortly. But Phelan slips up besides Cal, "Chief or is it Minerva for this party? How's Aphrodite?" <English>

          Mia blinks and bursts out laughing as one cheek fan (literally!) turns around and offers one buttcheek for her to sign. She chortles and obliges , leaning from a few feet back to sign the ass chek with a shake of her head and then blinks, "You're going to have it tattoo'd?" She shakes her head and looks amused. Then she poses with a man who has a...almost convincing likeness on a bicep tattoo, he sticks a pose and she pretends to drape on him. All in all it's good time for all thus far. <English>

          "I like the name Minerva," Calira decides after a moment of consideration. "Minerva is the Greecian name, right, and Athena is the Roman name?" pummeling at her ancient earth mystery and mythology history as she shares a sidelong grin with Phelan. "Aphrodite is holding court, the promoters are making a sick amount of profit, they're charging twenty credits a head for each person to get in line," she points to the far end of the roped off line that leads (eventually) the table where Mia is signing autographs and posing for pictures. "Security at that end is keeping the worst of the creeps from buying into the line. I may or may not have had a word regarding their continued livelihood if they let any freaky creeps into the line to get to our Mia," she admits, in a quiet under tone to Phe with a wry grin. This said as the next lucky contestant gets to the head of the line and stumbles over his own feet, stammers out a florid faced apology, manages to right himself at the last possible second though he damn near lands at Mia's feet. Well, at her feet, barring the table between where she's seated and where he's standing. He stammers out how he's her biggest, oldest fan, even fishing out what has to be a original vid disc, IN CASE, in nearly perfect condition, hardly any foxing around the edges. <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (91).
Phelan tests his Culture:earth-that-was against a 91 difficulty. The result is successful (8).
Phelan shakes his head, "Nah, Minervia is Roman and Athena is Greek. Don't ask me how the hell I know that. But It involves old star charts."           Phelan shakes his head, "Phoenix." He corrects Caliara. Though he does snatch a glass of champaigne as it comes by one of serve goes to say something but Phelan flashes his VIp badge. <English>

          Mia blinks and kneels carefully offering a hand up, "Goodness, take it easy there handsome." She smiles reassuringly to the flustered fan, "Let's get you upright, shall we?" She blinks and looks bemused, "No idea there was a collectorship for...er...how sweet." She tilts her head, "Want me to sign it?" <English>

          "Phoenix?" Calira wonders in a sidelong look at Phelan as he scoops a glass of champagne off of the tray, disconcerting one of the uniformed servers who look barely old enough to CARRY booze let alone drink it. As he corrects her Minerva vs Athena Greek vs Roman twisting about of data, she grins. "I get half points for remembering that they're the same deity, and that it's a cultural thing not entirely a religious thing to explain the differences." <English>

          The flustered fan pushes up a pair of half moon spectacles, watery blue eyes twinkling behind those lenses and smiles at Mia. "Oh yes, dear, certainly there is, didn't you know?" he asks, sounding surprised and a little shocked that she didn't know. "The original releases go for the most staggering sums, I mean, genuinely worth of course. Which is to say," and he's stammering his way through trying to explain that the first releases of course, it's been ten years, but she's just as stunning now as she was then, going more and more red in the face as he stammers his way forward.

          "Phoenix?" Calira wonders in a sidelong look at Phelan as he scoops a glass of champagne off of the tray, disconcerting one of the uniformed servers who look barely old enough to CARRY booze let alone drink it. As he corrects her Minerva vs Athena Greek vs Roman twisting about of data, she grins. "I get half points for remembering that they're the same deity, and that it's a cultural thing not entirely a religious thing to explain the differences." <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (81).
Phelan tests his Spot against a 81 difficulty. The result is successful (33).
Phelan tests his Listen against a 81 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-8).
Phelan tests his Listen against a 89 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-23).
          Phelan nods to Mia, "Phoenix Lixx, your subject." He clicks his tongue, "Oh mighty Minerv... You might watch this one. Can't hear what he's saying but he's getting a bit excited." <English>

          Mia's eyebrows lift almost to her hairline and she nods, smiles and listens patiently, "D'aww, that is so sweet of that. Would you like me to sign this for you?" She taps the mint in box movie with a fingertip. <English>

          Calira angles her head slightly to the side, glancing from Phelan to the bespeckled man speaking (almost babbling) at Mia. "My money's on Mia, she can take 'im," she decides, rather confident in her assessment of the statistical odds of Mia kneeing the man in the groin before he can do anything seriously untoward. She then looks back at Phelan, "Hate to break it to you, man, but have you seen the people in this line? They're all a few twitches away from doing something indecent in public with very little further inspiration," rather dry in her tone of voice.

          The bifocals wearing man is, indeed, very excited, but he only nods, shyly passing the movie case forward and even offering up his very own sharpie. Which, no doubt, should Mia decide to use to sign the case he'll probably enshrine with the autographed case as well. He's actually rather endearing. Thankfully, not one of the wild eyed slightly crazy fanatical fans, those are the ones that security and event personnel are (in theory) keeping out of the line. <English>

          Phelan shugs and laughs, "Maybe so. But then again I was a big fan of hers. I had a pin-up of her in my foot locker one of her more chase pieces for years." <English>

          Mia gives the case a big wet smooch to leave a good clear lipstick mark on it and signs it then smiles to the flustered fan, "I love that you enjoyed my movies, you're so sweet-thank you for coming out." She shakes his hand and nods to one of the guards to gently usher the overeager fan on the high note, "IT was so nice to meet you." she offers a big sweet smile in parting before stepping to greet the next. <English>

          Guy had to go, for some odd reason he had to go and he disappeared for a bit of time actualy and eventualy he comes back towards Mia's table. Though, such a big lineup, he starts to get in line, talking ot others about him knowing Mia or in this case Helena of the movie Helena does Troy. Most don't beleave him but he gives that smug smile about it and some seem to be not sure no longer. Still he waits in line, like a good little fan person. <English>

          Calira eyes Phelan with a gleam of genuine amusement in her eyes, "Does that just not embarrass the hell out of you to say out loud, about your wife?" she wonders, not even TRYING to stop the laugh from sliding free.

          The bespeckled fan is beet read, holding the autographed case, containing the movie, and the sharpie, pressed against his chest with both hands and stumbles away, his face aglow. This is one fan who will remember this day FOREVER.

          "Phoenix you ridiculous hag," comes a rich baritone voice from a sleekly styled, urbanely cultured, ridiculously sexy man - and, a bare moment - his twin chimes in, "how dare you look so bloody beautiful after all these years?" comment and question flowing smoothly from one twin or the other. The comments are made quietly, good natured insults from this pair of professional entertainers who dwarf Mia in their six foot plus height, dark curly hair styled around perfectly chilled faces, well toned bodies that have sold quite nearly as many titles as Mia. Second place is still second place, after all. A second banner, only now being angled in the spotlight, as the first hour of meet the fans is nearly up and the second is slated to begin soon. A sign reading Castor and Pollux in Rome, with the tag line 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' beneath it. <English>

          Phelan shrugs, "Well I reckon not. It's part of who my wife is. It not there anymore. There's a picture of my wife and kids. Actually one of my wife in a bikini. The pin up got put away when Hope got old enough to figure out how to get into my foot locker. He tenses up at the sight of the twins. <English>

          Mia blink-blinks and just gapes, "Wha..how..What are you doing here!" She flings her arms around one then the other, "I haven't seen you two since Double trouble, I heard you two retired!" She shakes her head, "You both look...well, amazing." She smiles, "No on told me you two would be here! Oh, maybe when you two take a break you can come meet my husband." She smiles girlishly, "He's not in the biz so he's laying low while I work but he's around." <English>

          Guy continues to move along, feeling alittle smug and theline moves and so does he. He is not going to bud in, why should he. Though he does whisper to a man right infront of him. " You know, she is much smaller in real life, spunkie and very flexible still." <English>

          The first twin who's spoken, Castor, leans down and scoops Mia up in a hug that would look indecent (and actually does, deliberately so, causing flash's to go off like a tidal wave in the waiting crowd) as he scoops her up, spins her round, then busses her passionately on the lips. Knowing that they'll ALL get one hell of a media byte from this one, and those photographs are going to sell like hot cakes. Pollux ups the ante by posing along side Mia and Castor, one arm draped around his twins shoulder, one fingertips touching Mia's shoulder. There is, honest to go, a sigh of sound that runs through the crowd.

          Meanwhile, in a voice that the crowd (that is REALLY crazy loud right now) can't hear: "You? married? He's not in the business? damn, girl, this we have to meet," Castor murmurs, scanning the crowd with an avid look on his face. "Tim wouldn't be caught dead at one of these things," admitted in a voice that is slightly annoyed and slightly amused at the same time, speaking of his partner. Pollux gives a grin that sells tickets all by itself, "My wife won't even see our old movies," just because they do gay porn doesn't mean they're BOTH flying the same flag.

          "Ease down," Calira says in a quiet voice to Phelan. "Those boys are on the roster right next in the line up after Mia. Some twin thing, from what I gather, and the mob of screaming fainting women and .." her eyes skim over the crowd, "men are waiting for their shot at their dream boys." <English>

          Phelan sighs, "Yeah I know. It's acting." He says rolling his eyes at the display. He then shakes his head again. "Why do I come to these things and put myself into this mess." <English>

          Mia's eyes widen, "Oooh, no,no, boys. Did I mentioned my Husband's heavily armed." Softer so the adoring fans don't hear her protest least we shatter the illusion, "C'mon, put me down, you're gonna mess up my costume...and get me into trouble." She grins and kisses each's cheek, "IT's good to see you all, makes me feel better about being alllllllllll the way out here." She winks at the pair. She then blinks at she notes Guy, "Guy? What are you doing in line?" She looks to the twins, "nooot my husband, just for the record." <English>

          Guy finally reaches the front or almost the front of the line and then smiles as he hears Mia speak to him, though he looks at the twins around her. " Ah, well I did not want to bud in, would not be fare to your fans and so I waited and moved, talked and all that." then a guy behind Guy looks at Mia and then Guy and then Mia and finaly back to Guy. " Man, you do know her, your such a lucky guy." then dollars are exchaged and not just by that one man, a few others and then Guy smiles to them. " Thank you for doing business with you fine gentlemen." then he looks at Mia. " I will say, your looking mighty nice today." then looks at the two men and smiles to them, bowing slightly. " I will remember you both, since I know her husband and if there is ....never mind, I am sure you all have been warned." then he looks to Mia. "Thank you, we shall see each other laters." then he winks and goes on his way, finaly spotting Cal. <English>

          "Because you know that this is fantasy, illusion, and that you being here makes Mia happy, makes it easier for her to put on that bright face and give light to all those fantasies that all those fans have about having that epic moment to meet her," Calira suggests in answer. "They look pretty together," she adds, moving one shoulder in a shrug, then laughing as she spots Guy finally at the head of the line. "Only Guy would pay to stand in line," rolling her eyes at this point.

          "Heavily armed? Oh, please tell me he knows how to use all his weapons," Castor suggests in a sly voice with a wicked grin as he sets Mia back on her feet. Pollux fixes Mia's hair, well the extensions at least, with a quick deft and precise movements, arranging the curls to perfection again. "You should dry some of the new hair gel, it's a spray on mixture that goes on like a mist, there's even a version that has a bit of glitter in the mix. It goes on like a mist, holds like a gel, and washes out with ease. Good look," and he recognizes extensions when he manages them, settling a curl precisely to drape over Mia's left shoulder. Castor AND Pollux both eye this fellow, Guy, over Mia's head then share a rather obscure smile that is silent twin speak and only when Guy winks and moves on his way do they lean in and whisper: "We see you're well protected," from one, "so we won't have to break any noses either," from the other, "which is good. Swollen knuckles are so ugly," back again to the first, "and declasse," nothing says it like the French. <English>

          Mia squints at Guy, "Are you hussling people at my gig? Seriously?" She points away, "Go find Calira and don't let me catch you at that again. You are unbelieable." and no, the glare and tone do not make that a compliment. She grins at Castor and winks, "Oh, trust me, he's a man for every occasion, don't get any thoughts. He's red blooded, meat eating, real life man of action." She chuckles and notes, "glitter stays around forever, it crossed my mind but I decided I didn't want to see sparkles on everything I touch for the next year." <English>

          Phelan bust out laughing at Guy and Calira's reaction to it. "Yup, but just remember he's all yours." then he crosses his arms, "Yup but I'm way too sober for this shit." He says grabbing another drink. He takes a drink of his beer. "And he is being protective of the crew." <English>

          Guy says nothing to Mia about the hussleling, it was a friendly wager they lost but that is Guy. Still he moves on and walks ever so slowly towards Cal and Phelan. " Hello you two, how is. I had no idea I could make a killing here, thanks to your wife Phelan. Though I really do not think she appreciated the fact some of her fans did not keep their dollars." where did Guy stuff the bills? Then he looks to Cal and stands beside her and leans in to whisper loudly. " You know, we could find a old style movie and pretend we are the leading actor and actress." then he smiles and stands straight, right beside Cal, lightly touching her back with his figners. <English>

          Castor laughs, a genuine guffaw of sound, the sort of laugh that makes women's toes curl, that makes men turn and take notice. "Meat eating," he says, just that, giving Mia a GRIN.

          Pollux laughs a well, but it's a quiet sound, the sort that men make when they're about to say or do something .. memorable. He says something in a low voice to Mia before stepping back, just out of each smacking range, and conveniently has to go help finish setting up their table.

          "He's not a pet," Calira reminds Phelan with a laugh and absently tracks the path of the server who brings another round of drinks to the VIP section where they are now standing. She realizes she's actually watching Phelan drink the beer (or, more accurately, watching the Beer) and blinks rapidly and turns slightly, angling subtly so that Phelan isn't in her line of sight, OR her peripheral vision. "How so? Protective, I mean?" nothing passes the time like chatter, shaking her head at Guy - she does NOT ask or wonder where he hid the money. She arches one eyebrow slowly upward and says, in a rather urbane voice of her own: "That's a marvelous idea," that ought to warn him right off the bat, "there's a whole series of movies that I just LOVE from old earth media. Granted those were the days when on film men and women didn't even share the same bed, and women wore gloves and pearls, but I'm sure we could find one. North by Northwest, maybe," she suggests. <English>

          Whisper from Pollux to Mia: "You just HAD to say Meat eating. NOW Castor is going to talk about nothing else!"

          Mia rolls her eyes, "You two are shameless as ever. IT really is lovelt yo see you, but we're not being paid to catch up." She wiggles loose and smiles to her fans, moving to resume signing and posing with fans, those heels might be getting to her by now. <English>

          Phelan head shakes as Guy walks up, "You sure?" He responds to Cal. He looks back to Guy, "That Pard is your running scams on folk. Who would be spending their hard earned Credits on the company buying products from the company that running this. You're attached to Mia. It looks bad on her." He's repeating this from memory. He looks over to the twins, "Men sleeping in seperate beds. Guy I think she talking about those two fellas up there with Phoenix." <English>

          Guy looks at Phelan and nods to the man. " That makes perfect sense, I will rightly go and spend them appropriately then, thank you for that, will not run scams here any more." Then Guy grins at Cal and then smiles. " Oh great but that be so hard to find now. I will pick up a few special ones from here, I am sure you will be pleased." he winks at her, already in stride to go to the stands that holds some special movies. "I'll look for some that have that style of clothing then." he whistles, almost in a way that he is sure had won this round, for now. <English>

          "Of course we are, it's what we're paid for," Castor reminds Mia with a grin, a comical waggling of his eyebrows in a suggestive leer (guys get to do that, the comical eyebrow waggle + leer, it looks good on men for some reason) before he turns and waves in a grand fashion to the fans queuing up to wait for himself and his twin to start greeting fans. The wave is well received, as evidenced by the cries, squeals, and some good (or less than good) natured jostling and pushing in the lines. Ironically or not, the first couple of fans - VIP members - are already on hand, the first of which is a man who's description is only best phrased 'built like an ox' who has a voice that is quiet, excruciatingly polite, and manners that would make him at home at the finest salons in the core. Mia's next pair of fans are a married couple who chatter most excitedly about wanting a picture with her, how they've wanted a picture FOREVER and it was seeing one of her films that brought them together.

          Meanwhile. . Calira eyes Eyeing Guy as Phelan gives the reminder about not making Mia look bad, and laughs at Phe's remark about the Roman Twins. She shakes her head as he winks at her and walks off, whistling. "If I manage not to kill him.. If. If. If." <English>

          Phelan laughs, "Chief, Careful there, this is beginning to sound like love. You know you threating to kill him, though seeming to put up with him. He keeps pesturing you and don't stop him really." He laughs and cross his arms. "And well I reckon least the money is going to a good cause." <English>

          Mia swats Castor's chest and moves back to her own line, smiling and poses with the happy couple, signing an autograph wishing them much happiness for the future, smiling and posing with the happy couple and belting back more champaign and not noticing some of the riffraff may have made it into the line in the comotion of Team Studly. <English>

          Guy is finaly at the stand where they are selling all types of movies and he is browsing through them. Guy manages to smile at a few and he actualy reads the back, taking a good look and read and then puts it down. He even asks suggestion from others, asking which would be great for a woman that may kill you next time they meet. Som started pointing out things like restraints, bondages and Guy with a nod smiles. " Thank you." tehn continues on, always talkign to others, always smiling and even complimenting a few women about their outfits. So goes on the Guy in a crowd, forcing himself not to do anything that may give Mia a bad name. So refrains from gettign any movies that has Mia as the actress involved. <English>

          The riffraff that has managed to wiggle into the line that is ambling slowly forward, one person at a time, is of the quiet sort. There's a pair of them, standing together, another pair further back in the line. The four of them are, in fact, well heeled, well dressed, groomed and in all manner of appearance, very normal. Very.. ideal for blending into the crowd. It's the ideal blending nature of the four that should have sparked the attention of the security working the rope lien, only it didn't, because these are rent-a-cops, not genuine security. So they move forward, several people away from the head of the line, the first pair of them at least. The next fan at the head of the line is all stammering bubbling enthusiasm, wanting an autograph, a picture, and wears a Pin that marks her as a member of Mia's fan club.

          Calira tugs her attention away from watching Guy walk through the crowd and ends up blinking at Phelan in a look of both surprise and then bemusement. "I like him, simple as that," she says with a small shake of her head. "He has no agenda, no political or military aims, no ambitions that I can or can not, conversely, aid or foil. He isn't a badge bunny or a noble stalker. Frankly, he's quite unlike the men who usually hit on me. They want arm candy, a dangerous woman to stand at their side, to raise their," a hint of a smile, "credibility and reputation. Most men who've hit on me the last couple years," all that she'd calmly managed not to kill for being idiotic enough to do so, "want a fling. A cheap lay. I usually provide them with directions to the nearest brothel or companion's hall and remind them that solicitation can get them arrested." <English>

          Mia smiles politely and gives the battling fan a few minutes, listening with a doey-eyed smile of feigned interest as she signs the autograph and poses with them, ignoring her now aching feet as she gently sends the fan on her way and signals for the next. <English>

          Phelan grins, "Good." He says and he's watching every move by the fans near Mia. To be honest he always lets her and others chalk it up to him being jealous or over protective. He just worries about the real crazies after her or the other stars. He chuckles, "I reckon guys like Guy and me ain't worried about credit and reputation." <English>

          Again the line moves forward, this time both lines are moving, people lining up to speak with the Roman twins and to speak with Phoenix Lixx, the atmosphere taking on that bubbly nature of excited crowds on holiday. At the boys table there is a husband & wife team who just want to pose with the Twins, have their picture taken and their t-shirts signed. The next couple of people that move through Mia's line are men and women who remember the original release of Helena does Troy and quietly take autographs, pay the extra coin for the portrait quality photo that can be taken (instead of the usual digital image offered by most hand held camera) and move on their way. A nervous man with sweaty hands is up next and he looks at Mia as though he's on the stumbling edge of saying something vastly inappropriate OR vastly embarrassing OR vastly amusing . . probably all of the above.

          Calira gives a quiet snort of amusement, "No, and it's not for everyone, the life, I mean. Mia has to live with it, because it's part of who and what she was, and she is the woman she is now because of everything that led her to this day. She's remarkable." She hitches one shoulder in a small shrug, "I'm retired, and.." her eyes narrow at the crowd as she notes a small knot of toga wearing men who are loitering near herself and Phelan. <English>

          Mia's big brown eyes look over the man and her brow knits, something striking her as off and she's looking though she summons that same professionally vapid smile as he approaches and asks what she's to sign. <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (22).
Phelan tests his Spot against a 72 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-13).
          Phelan is unaware. He's missing the forest for the trees. He watching everything coming and going around Mia but not him him and Cal. "None of us have had a life that you could say was for everybody." H <English>

          The man at Mia's table is all big hands, clumsy elbows, lantern like jaw, big ears, sort of gangling with big shoulders in a frame that is to thin, not quite scarecrow or scrawny but a wiry leanness that is almost cadaverous. He wears a long coat, fumbling at the lapels of which, clumsy fingers on the buttons, speaking in that hesitant stumbling voice with a thick accent made worse by the noise of the crowd and sheer nerves, trying to open the coat. His fumbling manner draws the attention of one of the security guards working the rope line and he speaks into the mic, starting to move away from the line, his shift of attention allows some of those in line to be jostled, people to move forward or back, it's a crowded moment, and such a lovely day.

          Calira's eyes are narrowed still, her focus shifting toward the handful, already separating each in her mind as to their potential striking ability, range of motion, sweeping their costumes for visible and potentially concealed weapons, even taking a half step away from Phelan so that her proximity doesn't ruin her own range of movement. It's that step forward that has the boldest of the group nudged (shoved) forward by one of his companions. Holding what looks like a calendar, glossy cover, pinched in the middle with staples, hands holding it like a shield in front of him as he steps forward. "Are you.." a glance over his shoulder then back around, "are you Miss May?" he wonders, and it's only NOW that she sees that he's holding one of those f'n 'Women of the Alliance' posters that were all the rage about a decade ago.

          Meanwhile, the fumbling man at Mia's line finally manages to get his long coat open, tugging the lapels aside RIGHT BEFORE the security guy can get him. Beneath the coat he wears one of those NUMBER ONE FAN t-shirts with a caricature of Phoenix Lixx beneath those big letter. "Will you sign my shirt?" he stammers out just as the security guard lands one hand on his shoulder, just in case this Number One Fan had been wearing just his birthday suit. <English>

          Guy manages to smile as he brings back a bag full of movies and all kinds different types. So this cloth bag is been held in hand and it seems that he is moving back from the place he was buying the movies from. So he is smiling, witha smug lok on his face now and then continues to nod, smile and even talk to people on his way back. Sure he may have been touched and pinched in certain places but he takes it in stride, this man has no real personal bubble. <English>

[ROLL] Mia rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (80).
Mia tests her Seduction against a 80 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-20).
Mia tests her Seduction against a 100 difficulty. The result is successful (38).
          Mia steps closer, lashes lowering to veil those big brown eyes of hers as she steps into the fumbling man's personal space, "shhh, you look so /anxious/..." she murmurs as her form brushes against his, "Did you think lil ol me is gonna bite?" She emphasis the word bite a bit and the tip of her tongue flicks across the candy-red paint on her lips as her hands slide along his sides, fingers deftyly flit and brush-exploring what her eyes and the devious brushing of her front. Maybe she'll have to apologize but this is best way a girl like Mia knows to size up a threat without making a scene. <English>

Phelan is too busy laughing to notice what's Mia's up too. "Well Well Well, look who else is a pin-up girl." He looks back to Guy, "I think you need to go find an old Girls of the Alliance calender." <English>

          Guy does eventually reach Cal and Phelan and he is holding a bag with all kinds of movies. As Phelan mentions the calender and Guy notices the one holding the calender infront of Cal he raises a brow and then smiles. " Well, perhaps I should, be interesting to find out and who is in there." and so he coems up to the man. " Where you get that from, I like one as well." he speaks nicely, camly and in a way friendly manner. <English>

          If it were possible to spontaneously combust from sheer blood pressure and blushing, the tall gangling stranger with the Number One Fan t-shirt would have died, literally, died, right then and there. He is speechless. Absolutely speechless. It's VERY likely that this is the ONLY human touch the poor man has had in a VERY long time and the proximity of his idol-fantasy-woman to his real flesh and blood person is enough to make the poor man dizzy. He stammers, leans slightly forward to hear the words that Phoenix is saying and at the suggestion that Phoenix might bite, his knees go a little unhinged and it's only because the security guy has a grip on the man's shoulder that he stays upright at all. Game, point and MATCH to Mia.

          For Calira's part, she stares at the guy, and then his friends, and the extended calendar with an expression that is a mixture of horror and comic shock value. She almost doesn't notice when Guy returns, shopping bag in hand, and drags her attention away from the fan group to aim a Look at Phelan then back at the guy with the Women of the Alliance calendar in hand. "No," she says quite clearly, quite politely, "I'm not Miss May."
          The fellow with the poster blinks, shocked, then looks at Cal AGAIN then at the poster then back over his shoulder and one of his buddies hurries forward, takes the calendar, and quickly flips open to the picture OF Miss May. "But.. But.." yes, intelligent rebuttal's for the win, showing the picture around to Phelan and Guy as part of his proof.
          And, sure, on a purely surface level, Cal has dark hair, has about the same or very similar build, and to be fair Miss May is posed facing away from the camera, long hair draped artfully over her back and.. well.. there's a lot of long dark hair and then not much else. To be fair.. it's almost a modest pose, save for the fact that the Alliance model is wearing absolutely nothing other than all that long hair, and granted only hints of the rest of her body can be seen from the way she's facing away from the camera, that long hair falling almost to the backs of her knees.
          Calira eyes the photo, and damn if she doesn't know who the model is, the photographer didn't do a perfect job of air brushing out certain tattoo's, so hello former Marine. "It's not me," she says again. <English>

          Mia exhales in relief as the man's pulled away , just an awkward fan nothing more. She opens a compact, checks her lipstick and her outfit, winces as she gets back on her feet and gets back to work, posing, signing, and cheekily cooing bad one liners to the delight of her adoring fans. <English>

          Making her way up the walk, Theresa comes into view. On her feet being a pair of silver sandals that wrap up the ankle. While the outfit isn't /quite/ a toga, instead it looks more like a women's version where shoulder straps rest on the edges of her shoulders leaving her arms free. The long draping fabric length has been bloused with a high waisted belt that rests just under the breasts. The skirt part of the outfit is slit up the right leg leaving the skin open to view. The neckline of the dress like piece (stola), is cupped like a cowl like neckline, resting low at the chest giving a nice view to what usually is hidden behind her normal tops. Her hair is wound up into an intricate braid atop her head with tendrils framing the sides of her face. Looking around faintly she stays on the edgeline and just watches what's going on. <English>

Guy tests his Culture:alliance against a 45 difficulty. The result is successful (1).

          Phelan eyes the picture, "Pard, I can't say. They put a name on there? I ain't ever been one of those type to buy a Fed calender." He though looks at the pin-up. Then he looks at Cal's backside.... In the name of Science. "I reckon it could be but if she says it's not. It's not best to keep living that way." Then he glances to Guy, "Unless you want to add your expert opnion." <English>

          Guy does look at the picture and he examines it well and hmmms. " Well, let me see, the back, maybe familiar in a way." then he moves up right beside Cal and puts his hand along hr back and lightly carresses it up and down btu then he goes back to the picture and then he shakes his head slowly. " I am sorry gentlelmen but I know that is not the one standing here. I can vouch for that, trust me on this." then he points out a detail that he may be one of the few that may know or presumes to know. " See how she is sitting like that. I know that this womans back side is way better than the one in the picture and I should know." then he smiles to the men and looks at them with a smile. " Now, if you are done here I would like to show my woman here a few things, you can go on your way now, thank you for boosting my womans confidence, much appreciated." then he waves them off, like they were little but ants. Then he puts his back to them and looks at Cal, knowing by his look, he is probably going to pay for it later. " Oh and I got some great movies, even got suggested a few." <English>

[ROLL] Calira rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (3).

          Once Tall-Gawky-#1-Fan is on his way, the next pair in line are politely voiced men who wear nice suits, a step above the 'off the rack' category with tailoring that adjusts the fit even more. Sturdy, but polished shoes, and no visible weapons to ruin the line of their tailored jackets or slacks. "Interesting, isn't it?" the first man asks with a smile, passing forward a glossy photo of Phoenix Lixx, taken from that classic Helena does Troy publicity suit.

          Calira eyes Phelan over her shoulder, notes the IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE assessment before he passes the buck to Guy.

          Now. Every once in a while Cal is required to call on a number of the skills she acquired while serving the Alliance. Diplomacy, for one thing. Trained willpower, for another, Martial arts skills, a rather mixed assortment of variety there, and the fact that she can kill with her bare hands at least six different ways without breaking a sweat. The look she aims at Guy when he caresses his hand along her back and then calls her his woman promises that number seven has just been invented. Cal makes a inarticulate growl of sound, and if Guy's words hadn't scattered the men, that growl of sound would have done the trick. <English>

          Shaking her head at the antic she sees she waves and calls out, "Hello ladies. Sir." Nodding her heads to Phelan faintly, befoere looking at Guy. "If she doesn't end up breaking your fingers when this is over. I might. Stop being an ass." Is all she says before flashing a dimpled smile at Calira, "Heya Cal... you feel like showing me around?" <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (72).
Phelan tests his Spot against a 72 difficulty. The result is successful (39).
          Phelan catches sight of Thresa and he waves. The ussual cowboy is dress like Otter from Animal House inluding a lural and a tie. He looks back to Guy. "Uhm... do the words secret prison and Black ASREV mean anything to you." Then Thresa is standing right there. "Call me, Phelan. I haven't had a chance to introduce myself proper." He grabs another beer as it comes by. He keeps an eye on Mia. <English>

[ROLL] Guy rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (4).
          Guy had known that Cal would react as so, he would explain later but then he hears Theresa and he raises a brow, even looks at his fingers. " I need my fingers though." then looks to Phelan. " Never heard of it but I will keep that in mind." then to Cal, obviously she is upset and he thinks a bit. " You know, I best head on out and best show a few people a few things before going. " then he looks to Phelan. " If anything happens, I'll be over there some where." he does not point, he simply walks away, though he is smiling and almost chuckleling to himself. <English>

          It's a publicity stunt. The town hall has been done to try remind one of ancient greece for a toga party that have brought people from around the planet, There's a booth spondered by Doll House Productions celibrating 20 years in the adult entertainment industry and featuring the 10th anniversary of Helena does Troy feature Phoenix Lixxx. Mia is decked out in fake lashes, hair extensions in that reach to the back of her knees, her lips are painted the color of candy apples and she wears a red and gold toga, posing with fans, signing photos and movies while Calira, Phelan, and Guy chatter and enjoy the festivities. She smiles politely to the men in suites, "Y'all are out of dress code, but I'll sign it anyway, such a lovely young lady." she taps the photo and pauses, "Who should I make it out to?" <English>

          "How the media of modern day can so easily be influenced by the media of yester-year," says sleekly dressed man number two as he slides a glossy photo across the table. This one is of equal quality, glossy finish, soft edges, beautiful almost loving and precise focus. But it's the picture of Phoenix Lixx, and it's most certainly NOT a publicity shot, in fact, it's the kind of shot that - even considering the industry in question - should not be in circulation anywhere. Both men are now standing in front of Mia, effectively blocking her from view and ensuring that the image they've set on the table is for Mia's eyes only. "John Smith," says the first, "Dan Smith," says the second, both flashing a smile at Mia that is, to the discerning eye, rather predatory.

          Meanwhile, again, Calira is doing a slow bit of breathing, stuffing the RAGE-HULK-SMASH-ROAR back into the box that it belongs in. She shares a wobbly smile with Theresa while taking those calming breaths, after all, she can't REALLY flip her lid while breathing to a slow five count, holding to for five, then exhaling on the same slow count. Phelan's words make her chuckle out a breathy sort of laugh. She even calms down by the time Guy makes his way through the crowd, disappearing briefly, but damn if she can't hear him chuckling. "Give me a moment," she asks softly, eyes closing while she fits pieces of herself back together, in a somewhat jumbled order, but works on it silently all the same. <English>

          Theresa Knapp is still looking around. More people crowd around where Mia is, and Theresa just glances away since she cxan't see their faces or hers. Keeping semi close to Phelan and Calira, "Don't feel like you have to go anywhere Mr. Phelan." Brushing one of those tendrils of hair back into place so it stops trying to tickle her eyelashes. ""So what all is the gathering about?" <English>

          Mia blinks and her jaw drops a bit and she grabs the picture and turns it over, "Where did you get that?" She rises and looks around, "What are you doing here? What do you want?" her jaw set a bit as she casually begins to work her heel free of her stripper heel straps. <English>

          Guy surely had gone to back away from the ensuing punishment that is most likely to come but then he goes to the sex toy area to purchase a few, why not, it's there and he promised to psend all the money he was given in that line. He does galce towards Mia and how she is doing, seeing to big men standing by her, real close like. Guy slowly turns and heads in that direction, smiling, moving along. " Hello, yes, yes I am the one that kows her, no she is still felxible as she was, much better looking now, great hips." and he continues on his way, all the way moving along calmy. <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (75).
Phelan tests his Spot against a 75 difficulty. The result is successful (14).
          Phelan makes a hmmm sound, "I Swear he's got to be some kind to some type of kin to Hal Seiser." Then he looks at Mia and notices the two guys then the look on his face. "I reckon I do though." With that he turns and starts heading towards Mia and the table. His hand reaching out to grab a glass of champagne. The pilot moving to hear what going on. <English>

          John Smith flashes another urbane and terribly genteel smile at Mia, "From the source," he answers. Dan Smith, also known as Thing 2, "And this isn't the only copy," to have John Smith remark, "which you already know. And you aren't calling down security on us," he sounds very confident as he turns to smile into the crowd where the other pair of easy to ignore blend into the crowd men are waiting their turn in line. "Because our friends have another copy of this image, and several more that show such... delightful facets of your talented personality." Dan Smith is, now, paying the professional photographer that's on hand for a professional photograph of themselves with Phoenix Lixx, the photographer pocketing the money, taking down the cortex address where to send the completed shot, as Dan and John moves to flank Mia for the photograph they've just paid for. "Just smile, dearie," John murmurs, "you wouldn't want to make a scene," suggests Dan.

          "This is the ahh.. 20th anniversary event of the label that Mia's films were produced by. The rest of this," she waves a hand at the general air of celebration and Bacchanalia going on in the city proper, "some 2000 plus celebration day of some ancient greek's birthday or battle or something," waving the fine details off with a shrug as she answers Theresa's question. "Who's Hal Seiser?" she wonders at Phelan before he wanders to far away <English>

          Theresa Knapp just looks at Calira and rolls hedr eyes, "Remind me to ask if you've done the reading you have me doing on the alliance history." Is all she says, sliding her arm in the crook of Calira's. "Come on, I wanna see how Mia's doing, she looks absolutely stressed out with the line over there. isn't that her not too pleased smile?" Shaking her head, "I don'tknow how she deals with the crowds, she's better than I could ever think of being." <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (82).
Phelan tests his Listen against a 82 difficulty. The result is successful (13).
[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (76).
Phelan tests his Dirty_Pool against a 76 difficulty. The result is successful (31).
[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (39).
          Phelan 'accidently' spills the champagine on himself. As he starts to make his way though the crowd his gestures become more exagerated and become less in control. He starts to accidently knock into people saying, "Scuse me, TOGA." Too bad there's not a guy with a guitar singing about giving his love a cheery. <English>

          Mia shrugs, "You're not the law so what do I care?" she looks to the pair, "What do you want?" She bristles as she's flanked but offers a sultry smile, working carefully and slowly so her shoes are posed to come off with the slightest motion. <English>

          Guy is simply moving along and on one spot he is spoken to by three women. Of course he smiles at them. Then one of them, just out of the blue lifts up his togas front and looks. Guy actualy stares at her and blinks. " Happy?" and the woman just gives him a sultry sort of look, more like a predator. " What company do you work for?" as the other two seem to blush a bit indeed. " I am a wandering gypsy." is all he says and then he smiles. " Now if you will excuse me." Sure they let him pass but that one woman seeming to be thinking, obviously planning something. Now he continues on, still smiling and moving along, heading towards Mia and seeing Phelan causing a ruckus. <English>

          "Just a smile, dear, with you standing between us," Dan says with a condescending air as he settles one hand ever so politely on Mia's left shoulder. John flanks her on the other side, setting his hand on her Right shoulder while he draws another copy of that photo subtly from inside his jacket, making the movement smooth, unnoticed, effectively book ending Mia between them. Just as the Photographer counts down to 1, John flips the photo face up in front of him, making sure the Photo is caught On Photo by the photographer, something the man won't see right away. Additional flashes go off in the crowd, the other two men coming equipped with professional lenses and equipment, snapping a photo of Mia between the Smith brothers with that interesting photo on display in the same frame.

          "I'm old," Calira complains to Theresa with a laugh. "My memory isn't what it used to be." But she glances toward Mia at Theresa's suggestion and nods, "Yeah, that's her about to go nuclear.. what in the hell.." only to be distracted by Phelan knocking into people shouting Toga. "How much has he had to drink?" she wonders, moving along in the wake of disturbance that Phelan makes in the crowd.

          As the photographer finishes snapping off the shot, the 3rd and 4th man of this tidy little group shuck their jackets, displaying togas and blending into the crowd rather easily, and abruptly. John murmurs something into Mia's ear, Dan chimes in from the other side, and they're off, moving at a brisk pace because the next happy fan is being ushered forward. <English>

          Theresa Knapp's brow lifts, "is that what Phelan looks like drunk? He looked pretty sober a ..." And trails off for a moment before finishing, "Moment ago. I think Phelan's bodyguard alarm is going off. Why don't you head around one side and I head around the other." Squeezing Calira's arm lightly before letting go and starting to try and scoot her way in closer. <English>

Mia tests her Entertain against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (21).
          Mia gasps as if her ass had been grabbed or someone'd said something inappropriate and her hand /flies/ in an indignant SMACK of one then the other, "How DARE you." She sniffs and marches away from the pair, "I am an ARTIST, not a WHORE!" as she makes to flounce off, shoes left behind in case she needs to run. <English>

Phelan tests his Pick_Pocket against a 53 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-1).
Phelan tests his Pick_Pocket against a 54 difficulty. The result is successful (8).

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Result of Pick_Pocket: In it you find a simple card, nothing more than that. They planed for this eventuality, in fact. The card reads: "John Smith" beneath this single line it reads: "We will be in contact. We are watching."

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          Phelan the drunkard that he is or appears to be goes bowling into Johnny boy as hard as he can. There's an 'accidental elebow' thrown. In the process Phelan picks his pocket. The whole time yelling, "Toga! Toga! Toga! Sorry Bro, total Party Foul on me!" Then goes to disappear into the crowd. <English>

[ROLL] Guy rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (49).
          Guy was moving along, simply moving along and then he feels it, it's a hand over his shoulder and then a mere two seconds later the clasp holding the toga on his body falls away and Guy stops as the toga falls completely down to the floor. Thats right, Guy is standing there naked. Sure there may be a mumur about the crowd and maybe lookers, specialy that one woman and it almost seems that Guy poses for a moment and then reaches down to get his toga back on and it takes him a moment to clasp it together again. There is a slight chuckle from Guy and he looks at the woman. " Now are you happy?" then he shakes his head and keeps on going, noting Phelan and his antics but then ignores them, keeping a hand on the clasp this time. <English>

          The Greecian Agora, called Forum by the romans, or the BIG OPEN SPACE by the locals, is crowded with throngs of people meandering among the free standing white marble columns. The government building, at the far end of the forum, is bedecked with banners, wreaths of flowers, rope lines of toga clad people visiting the food and drink vendors, entertainment stands blaring music or vid clips, more entertainment walking the crowds, working the crowds.

          One of the largest entertainment stands, one that is both sleek, flashy, professional, and drawing a crowd that is several people deep on all sides, is hosted by the label that managed Mia's dics, promoting the 20th anniversary of her label. The star of their event, the lady Mia herself, has been loudly rumored to be in attendance at this celebration, there's even a chance she might be willing to sign autographs.

          Joining her, after the first hour, are a pair of twins known, commonly, as The Roman Twins, a pair of professional entertainers who dwarf Mia with their six foot plus height, dark curly hair styled around perfectly chilled faces, well toned bodies that have sold quite nearly as many titles as Mia. Second place is still second place, after all. A second banner reading 'Castor and Pollux in Rome', with the tag line 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' beneath it flutters in the breeze alongside the sign that reads 'Phoenix Lixx' and 'Helena does Troy' in big bold attention getting letters.

          Along the way was a brief intermission by a gaggle of men who'd purchased one of the vintage 'Women of the Alliance' calendars whose Miss May bears a striking (and ENTIRELY superficial) resemblance to Cal. Guy had managed not to get himself killed while helping handle that one, neither did Phelan, for that matter. Most recently a pair of well dressed men had taken their turn at the table with Mia, one or both saying something to earn themselves a slap from Mia, indignant words prefacing the abrupt flounce-off of the star herself. Phelan, in his apparently alcohol addled glory had just rushed the crowd shouting TOGA, leaving Cal and Theresa to follow along in his wake. Oh, and Guy was briefly nude, in public, with some complete strangers, one of whom keeps trying to slip him her cortex address. <English>

          The resounding smack of Mia's hand against first one cheek and then the other is greeted, rather oddly, with a nasty sort of smirk from Thing 1 and thing 2. As Thing 1, John Smith, is sliding through the crowd, he is jostled briefly by a rudely drunk man shouting (or who had been shouting) the word TOGA at the top of booze inspired lungs. The reach is made, and Phelan is as deft as he has ever been, withdrawing the entire contents of the pocket with that simple movement. John doesn't notice the light fingers, but it doesn't entirely matter, as every single move thus far had been executed with exacting precision. They'd carried nothing but local currency, the images they'd brought with, and business cards. Nothing further. <English>

          Having separated from Calira, Theresa moves her way through the crowd, making sure rto move her hips just out of reach when need be. The cool grey eyed gaze given to a couple of the younger men anything but inviting. Still she tries to get to where the yelling and SLAP heard from Mia is located while otherwise jusr flashing smiles to those who have their signed copies already. Moving specifically to get to Mia as she's walking off. "Mia!" She calls out. <English>

[ROLL] Mia rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (11).
          Mia gives a sharp shake of her head to Theresa and veers away from Theresa with a looks as if to say 'I don't know this crazy lady' as she looks for another exit. <English>

          Making his way through the crowd, Maxim is... not comfortable. So many people, and he's without his gear. Well most of his gear, under that flimsy toga he'll tape knives to himself if he has to. Making his way through though, he gives a quick slap to any hands that grasp at him and keeps moving, not even giving a time for apology. Eyes darting everywhere, hackles raised... Yes Max is not happy. <English>

          As Mia ponders her exit, a drunk frat boy. If he ever went to College or joined a frat, stumbles up next to Mia. How is Phelan maneuvering though this mess and yes? It's partially his fault. "Hey Phoenix! You want to get out of here?" He says a with a wink. He is no where as drunk as he looks but he did steal Otters Animal House Toga costume. <English>

          Guy notices a few things and of all of them is Mia leaving or trying to leave, Phelan acting drunk or is drunk and that is pretty much all he is seeing, he ain't that tall plus the woman still tries to get another look. Guy simply continues on his way and then stops, looks at her and smiles. So he can move along with soem peace of mind, he reaches out, kisses her fully on the lips and then leaves her be. He winks at her and he moves on. " Hope your happy now." and then loses his way. How he end up at the toy area he has no clue but oh well, may as well look around. <English>

          Calira slides through the crowd as well, noticing the disturbance caused by Mia's abrupt exit, the continuing disturbance caused by Phelan's TOGA-TOGA chanting that had riled the crowd up as well. She's moving not quite parallel with Theresa, but it's a near thing, diving the crowd into sections to sweep, she even spots Max (wow does he look not happy) and it's just a perfect movement of the flow of people to allow Cal to spot Guy kissing some strange woman before he - to - moves on his merry way. Fortunately for Guy, Cal's responses aren't entirely hardwired the way a solid 80% of the average female population are designed. Which is to say, she's in security mode. SOMETHING has upset Mia, aside from the hand grabby lemme take a picture with you, you're the star of all my wet dreams, crowd that was so happily waiting in line to see the star herself. Ok, some are still waiting in line. In fact, a harried looking man with a very bad comb over is already at the table where Mia was, soothing the crowd while begging security to FIND their star. <English>

Theresa Knapp tests her Spot against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (6).
          Theresa Knapp watches Phe make it up to Mia and then gives a pout to anyone who might see her, "All I wanted was an autograph for my boyfriend." Shrugging with a sigh, "I wonder if he's made it here yet." Rising up on her toes and making her way through the crowd till she's in a place where she can better see people. Her attention away from Mia and Phe, those grey eyes flicking through the crowd as if trying to possibly pick out anyone who looks out of place. Spotting the stalking Maxim, Theresa rises up on her toes and gives a shrill whistle she's used on him before to try and get his attention before slapping a hand and giving a glare to some college kid, "Touch my ass again and I'm gonna make your ears and hands trade places." <English>

          Mia issues a startled yelp as someone bumps into her and then smiles broadly and full of adoration as she realizes it's Phelan, "Like you wouldn't believe." She looks over her shoulder, "My shoes are probably already gone." She slips an arm around him. <English>

          Maxim continues to look around the crowd for someone. The whistle grabs his attention, and he looks over and spots Theresa. He weaves his way over to her, slapping another hand away while he walks. Slipping a hand around Theresa he holds her a moment and whispers to her before saying, "What happened to M....Phoenix?" He catches himself after all she's working apparently so he shouldn't use her regular name. <English>

[ROLL] Phelan rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (54).
Phelan tests his Agility against a 54 difficulty. The result is successful (33).
          Phelan grins as he slips his arm around her protectively, "Sure thing, back to the stage or awayfrom this all." He says moving to slip her the stuff he stole from Johnny boy, "Your call. OH and got you something." He then moves to pick up Mia in his arms. <English>

[ROLL] Guy rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (95).
Guy tests his Perception against a 95 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-35).
          Guy is indeed oblivious to what is happening around him, he is more impressed with the fact there is a dildo the size of his arm on display. There is a chuckle and then continue to look more and more. He may have purchased a few things here and there but not many. Though it seems that the woman has not had enough of Guy, she also seems to have brought a couple of her friends as well. The woman seems to guessture for Guy to lean in and he does, she whispers a few words to Guy and Guy stands up fully, looks at all three women and then nods to the one who whispered to him. With a motion of his hand he points to a exit. " I'll be right there." is all he says. The women give him a smile and they all go on ahead, confidence in their stride and soon they are out the door. Guy then smiles at the vendor and then he looks around, seeing a not so pretty man, looking kind of nervous in a sort of trenchcoat he walks on over to the man. " Go through the door, tell them I said to start without me and you are to make sure they do before you come in and tell me. Here is a few dollars for your trouble and take your time, your call as to when you can come and find me." then he pats the man on the shoulder, winks and then Guy goes on his way, in the opposit direction that the women went through. Once again Guy is whsitleling, his bag filling up nicely with movies and toys, good way to spend someone elses money. <English>

          Security has managed to return some semblance of order to the crowd, the booth with the Roman Twins is doing brisk business and the harried looking man from the production team has Security track down Mia just as Phelan lifts her into his arms. "Sir, Ma'am," they are so excruciatingly polite it's almost painful to listen to these guys. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but Mr. Bradford needs you to return to your post for another twenty minutes. We're to escort you there and keep the crowd from bothering you again," said as he takes up position, ready to clear the way.

          Calira reaches the table where Mia had been, and damn it if there isn't the murmur of 'Women of the Alliance' and 'Miss May' going through the crowd again. She angles her wrist slightly and speaks into their common channel while waiting for Mia to return. <English>

[4117.11 MHZ Ch:1] Cal transmits, "Mia? I think they're going to riot if you don't come back. Good grief, these people are excitable."

          Theresa Knapp has slid her arm around Maxim's waist, making sure she sticks nice and close. Leaning up at one point it looks as if she's nibbling on his earlobe when she's actually whispering to him. Giving him a dimpled grin after the fact before going back to weatching around the crowds again. <English>

          Mia's chest heaves and she looks over Phelan, she loves it when he sweeps her off her feat and right now that look she's giving him suggests she would kill for some alonetime with her man but sigh sighs, "Back to the booth, bao bei." She brushes her fingers along the nap of his neck, "I'll make it up to you soon." she promises. <English>

          Maxim pats Theresa's backside and nods. "I will keep an eye out." He looks about and starts to make his way back toward the table, though he keeps an arm partly around Theresa. Maybe it'll keep the grabhands down. He just keeps his eyes peeled for the people that stand out in this place.. You know, who stand out even worse then Max does. <English>

           Phelan sighs, "You need a better manager." Then he moves to carry Mia back to the stage, himself. Then lets her get up on stage. He extends a hand up to Cal, "Miss May, I think we need to go buy a new pair of shoes." For a guy who was inciting drunken riot he sure is calm and reasonable now. Of Course if Johnny B. Good and company were around. He just painted a big target on himself. <English>

          Guy is moving through the crowd, almost like he knows the flow of it and continues on the way towards Mia, well her booth at least or the general direction. Now moving ever closer, he does once again wait in the line, whistleling as he stands there and like before talking to others about him knowing the actress personaly in the movie Helena does Troy movie. One he has never seen but at least it is the talk of the conversation that is happening right now. <English>

          The security personnel sweep the crowd then clear a path through which Phelan may carry Mia, their returning star for the next twenty minutes. By the time Mia and Phelan are at her station again there's a fresh bottle of water for Mia, some flowers hastily procured by the Mr. Bradford and the line has been informed that there is only twenty minutes left of Star time.

          Calira nods to Mia and Phelan once they return to the table, sharing the same nod with Theresa, then Max, and once she spots Guy she nods to him as well. They may not be able to do a full protective detail and cordon off the area... but it's what they can do. "You good for this?" she asks Mia softly, ready to do what ever Mia says: Stay or Go. She asks this while Mr. Bradford keeps talking at her, his voice a rather annoying buzz of sound until he gets to the part where he offers her money to sign autographs as Miss May. Then.. she turns a look at Mr. Bradford that is frankly incredulous. <English>

          Mia hugs Phelan and presses her cheek to his rather than kissing and leaving him with lipstick stain and resumes her station, waving and signing. At leaves her feet aren't killing hers. <English>

          Theresa Knapp stays where she is in the crowd, giving only the faintest nod back to Calira as she lets her lips curl into an easy smile and watches the people come and go. Now and again pointing here and there as she whispers to Macklan, though as shes not moving it's obviously not anything important. <English>

          Maxim looks to Mia and Phelan, and then Cal though he doesn't acknoledge her or any of them. He continues to look for those people that may be a problem, and otherwise leaves Theresa to help in that and swat or stare down any women that feel like getting fresh. <English>

          Phelan lets 'Miss May' deal with her new found fame. He then turns to head toward a booth with costume and clothing for the cosplayer for the festival and the the naughty in mind. Though luckily they have shoes made for walking around the festival in mind in Mia's size. They're not the cutest thing in the verse but then again Phelan's buying them. <English>

          Guy stands in line then, obviously he is pulling something out of the bag as he gets closer and closer. He nods to Cal and if he see's all others he will nod to them as well. Though once he reaches the front of the line he smiles at Mia and winks at her. " Could you please, please put on here your signature." the movies name is 'May the Force be in You' though he is not even sure if Mia is even in the movie, he simply is there to be Guy. " Oh and can you put to Guy..pretty, pretty please?" he is smiling brightly and all his focus is in Mia, why not he is trying to get a autograph from her. <English>

          Calira can't seem to decide if Mr. Bradford is crazy or just.. no, crazy, really, it's crazy. "Look, buddy, I'm not Miss May. I'm personal security for the lady here," she nods at Mia, "and if you don't back off I'm going to start offering you violence. Genuine, bloody, violence. Go bother someone else," the last is said in a near snarl of sound, lets hear it for not being entirely professional. Bradford, hearing that snarl of sound, proves to have a better sense of personal danger than anticipated, and ducks off through the crowd. Calira exhales a slow breath of sound then snickers out a half laugh seeing Guy in line for his autograph. <English>

          Mia writes on the movie, "You...are...a...jackass....Promise...not to tell...everyone else...you have the clap...Phoenix." She smiles and offers the movie back to Guy and gives him a sunshine smile. <English>

          Theresa Knapp suddenly squeeks and her jumping is followed by the sound of a couple of cackling young men as they hurry into the line. ROlling her eyes skywards she looks to Maxim and says, "Next time, I'm coming in uniform, I don't care what the theme is." Hrmphing in annoyance. <English>

          Maxim nods in agreement to Theresa, and looks at the young men as they scurry into line. If looks could kill, they would be pillars of salt. But then his gaze is moving again as he has other people to look out for. "Have you seen anything yet?" <English>

          Guy looks at what she wrote on the movie and he grins and then smiles back to her with a satisfied look on his face. " Now, that is great, thank you very much. Can I get a picture too, please." all very happy to have the opportunity to stand by his favorite actress and even a picture if she allow. Though of course he will not if she says no but he may have a very unhapy smile by the look of things. <English>

          Phelan moves to stand just off stage with the new shoes for Mia. He keeps watching Guy and shakes his head, "What is that guy up too?" He hangs his head and just shakes it. "Damn, I need more booze." <English>

          Mia scribbles something on a peice of paper and leaves it on the table before grabbing it and waiting for guy to pose before holding it up where it says 'Patient Zero' with an arrow pointing to guy as the pictures taken. <English>

          Calira makes a sound of quiet annoyance before settling into place, automatically falling into a parade rest stance, shoulders squared, feet braced shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind her back with her left right and curled around her left wrist. It may not be the right time OR place, but without hearing Theresa's remark, their sentiment is the same. She hears Phelan's remark, however, and shares a quiet snicker of sound: "Tell me about it," but thinking about drinking and actually drinking are two very different things. "And one never knows what Guy is up to. He's..like the theory of unpredictability in statistical anomalies. No matter how precise the math and the cited variables, unexpected factors always sheer off and create their own equations. He's.. unpredictable math," she sums up. <English>

          Mia scribbles something on a peice of paper and leaves it on the table before grabbing it and waiting for guy to pose before holding it up where it says 'Patient Zero' with an arrow pointing to guy as the pictures taken and looks over to Phelan and blows a kiss. <English> Theresa Knapp flashes a smile at a couple of people in line, slowly nudging Maxim towards where Mia and the others are. Though otherwise keeping her arm around his waist. Leaning in to murmur to him softly, while keeping her eyes on those in line. <English>

          Maxim starts to head toward the front with Theresa at whatever she said, noding back to her. He reaches back quickly and gives a chop at another overexhuberant man, the crack noise on his wrist and the man hitting the floor holding said wrist as he looks behind at any others with the look that they'll get the same if they try to play grabass with his woman again. <English>

          Phelan grins, "And just remember you like him, Miss May." He says crossing his arms. "Oh sorry about the needing a drink crack. I forgot." He sighs, "I hope we can get her out of here before there's anything else happens." <English>

          Guy failed to notice that Mia put a note of sorts, he is simply glad to have a picture with Mia, obviously he is a fan, right. As soon as the picture is taken, it is when it happens, that woman again. She so happened to be standing close by and she reaches out and unfastenss the claps holding his toga up. Once again the toga falls to his feet as the picture is snapped and all the while he is smiling. So been a modest man he stands there until the pictures have been taken and then slowly bends to get the toga back up. He is chuckleling again and then shakes his head, slowly trying to maintane a composed look about him. " Well, thats a interesting achievement." and like all others goes to pay for the picture. <English>

          "I'm not Miss May," Calira reminds Phelan in a tone that is almost, almost, vexed but not quite. She's as amused as annoyed, but still not entirely pleased by all the attention she's getting for being someone she isn't. Then the photo is snapped, Guy's toga lands on his feet again, and Cal calmly lifts one hand and passes it slowly, very slowly, over her face, actually resting her forehead in the palm of her hand for a moment. "The answer, at last, to what a man wears under his kilt," in a deadpan tone of voice. <English>

          Mia looks unimpressed, "Oh, no, it's a naked man. Help. Numbnuts." She blinks and notices the trouble by maxim and winces. <English>
[4117.11 MHZ Ch:1] Mia says, "Trouble at three o'clock" <English>

          Of course this is when Theresa and Maxim walk up, and all Theresa can do is roll her eyes. Eyeing the woman who let rhe clasp go... again. "Really? Are you that hard up you have to do that in public? I think I saw the man from febuary's picture of men in uniform over by that tent ove there." She's about to say more when she hears the crack andf sighs. She knew it was too good to be true. Looking behind her she looks to Maxim and the man on the floor, "I could have sworn people would hae gotten thehint by now." <English>

          The man continues to whimper and scream like a little bitch on the ground. Seems he wasn't prepared to pay for being a misogynistic asshat. Yeah his wrist is definitely broken. His friends look like they're going to jump in and do something and Max gives that stare of death again and says calmly, "Mind your manners, or next time you will lose a limb." He stands there, hands loose at his sides, feet slightly apart left slightly in front of the right as he looks at them, waiting to see if they're as stupid or even moreso as their friend was. <English>

          Phelan raises an eyebrow as he realizes what Max just did. "Is it too late to... Nah." With that he he moves to go on stage and stands behind Mia just off to the side. His arms are crossed and he doesn't interrupt. But he's ready to grab her and run. <English>

          Guy obviously is waiting for the picture and after paying for it, he smiles and then tells the man behind the camera he wants a digital copy sent to him and pays a bit more. Now he grins and looks around, now heading towards Cal with a big smile. " I got the movies and a few toys. Oh and I got a picture taken with a actress." obviously he is oblivious to what has been happening as of late or has and noticed all has been taken care of. " So, how have you been doing? Enjoying yourself?" <English>

          Calira lifts her head out of her hand when Guy ambles his happy self over to where she is standing, right where Phelan left her before he went over to stand behind and to the side of Mia, ready to grab and go. "You went shopping, seriously?" she is quietly incredulous and amused at the same time. "I've been - -" is as far as she gets when the man on the ground (Despite whining and whimpering like a bitch) actually sacks up and kicks at Maxim. The whining sound draws the attention of other people nearby, and the division is rather abrupt and very clear. A full 86% of the crowd scatters to the side. The remaining 14% are just spoiling for a fight. The guy on the ground kicks at Maxim, another one shoves at Maxim from the side while yet another invades Theresa's personal space with a shove. "Watch it, bitch," is the epic words that are offered to Theresa by a mean-eyed woman with a bad haircut, questionable hygiene a thick accent of 'bitch' overlaying her tone of voice. <English>

[ROLL] Theresa Knapp rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (88).
Theresa Knapp tests her Martial_Arts against a 88 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-4).
Theresa Knapp tests her Martial_Arts against a 92 difficulty. The result is successful (26).
          Theresa Knapp blinks as she is shoved into. Grabbing on to the woman who then insults her. She straightens slowly and lifts a slow brow as those once cool and soft looking grey eyes turn dark and stormy. Still, all she does is take a deep breath looking like she's going to turn away, before turning then a hand already balled into a fist as it swings quickly, oddly enough the fist opens at the last moment hitting the woman in the throat. It's not hard enough to kill her or even break anything. But hard enoughto make sure she isn't talking for a while. When the woman goes down, Theresa stands there her legs at the ready. "Shut. Your. Mouth." Is all she says in a cool tone, turning her attention to where Maxim is just in case. <English>

          Mia blinks and hastily signs her last autograph and looks around for Phelan and trots back, "Looks like we got some trouble, where's Calira and Guy?" <English>

Maxim tests his Dodge against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (19).
Maxim tests his Martial_Arts against a 90 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-25).
Maxim tests his Martial_Arts against a 115 difficulty. The result is successful (48).
Maxim tests his Jump against a 30 difficulty. The result is successful (6).
          The kick comes and is easy to spot, the shove sets him off slightly but he spings effortlessly into the air. Yes not being weighed down by armor and gear has it's advantages as well. He leaps alright... and over right onto mr. kick from the floor asshat, landing both feet squarely onto his chest. Bruce Lee would be proud. He turns to the one who shoved him as he stays crouched on the one on the floor, who will be lucky if he can even still remotely breathe, much less have any ribs that aren't a fractured mess. "That.. was unfortunate." THere's a darkness in his eyes, but still one that's him at least. Hands ball into fists, and he waves the one that shoved him with fingers toward him. "Come here and try that again." <English>

          Phelan shrugs about Guy. He jerks a thumb off stage, "Miss May is.." He looks over at Cal. "is over there and has Guy with her." He hands Mia a pair of shoes. "I think it's best we get you to safety. Though if I need to help Max I will." He grimaces, "Ouch. Maybe I'll go help the other guy. So it can be considered a fight not Max beating up a wounded baby crippled seal." <English>

          Gasping, choking on her own breath, the angry woman waits until Theresa's attention is turned away and rolls to her side then and kicks out at Theresa again, not able to verbalize the insults but she is breathing heavily - angry sounds of breath really, more like a locomotive than a human. The woman rises to one knee, curling one hand into a fist before lunging at Theresa.

          The one who'd shoved Max holds his position for a moment, this one actually has a brain, before he shakes his head and charges forward, bullish like, telegraphing his moves every lumbering step of the way. Guy 1, the one currently remember how to breathe on his own, waves one hand in a feeble fuck-you gesture, middle finger extending upward, waving his defiance flag proudly. The fight doesn't appear to be all that exclusive, however, as Security starts to wade into the fray, which never makes things go all that particularly well, their attempts at pulling people apart ends up with the security team getting shoved around, more punches flying.

[ROLL] Calira rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (67).
Calira tests her Martial_Arts against a 67 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-5).
Calira tests her Martial_Arts against a 83 difficulty. The result is successful (44).
          "For the love of logic," Calira mutters, setting one hand on Guy's arm as she tows him over to where Phelan and Mia are. "I'll be right back," she says and crouches briefly before she jumps down into the crowd, landing a few paces away from Maxim and Theresa and strides forward with a determined GO AHEAD MAKE MY DAY expression on her face. She flexes her hands, rolls her left shoulder slowly then her right and grabs for the nearest civilian swinging a wild hit toward one of the security officers. Her first grab only nets her a bit of clothing, for the love of god does NO ONE secure their togas with Pins?? She throws the toga material at idiot number one, who abruptly decides that naked brawls are a bad idea. She pushes past him and shoves at the next idiot in the path, only to have him shove at someone else at the same time and she skids past and ducks under a thrown punch, taking the edge of it in passing and aims a single sharp kick at the first of the angry civilians to try to defuse the issue. Probably fails. <English>

[ROLL] Theresa Knapp rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (79).
Theresa Knapp tests her Martial_Arts against a 69 difficulty. The result is successful (42).
          The woman just won't stay down and Theresa notices her starting to swing like she's going to punch. Side stepping the wild punch, Theresa just shakes her head and kicks at the woman's face. This meant specifically for the jaw. She wants the woman out for the count. Using that slit in her skirt for it's purpose she pivots and swings her leg her foot connecting with the womans face, watching her go down and she looks to Maxim and the other men as her leg goes down and she takes her stance again. "Maxim. It's time." She says simply. <English>

          Mia blinks and d'awws as she slips into her shoes, "You think of everything, you know that." She gives him a kiss on his cheek, "You remembered my shoe size-you're like super hubby." She looks confusef, "Why you calling Calira Miss may?" <English>

          Phelan grins, "Hi Guy. Stay here." He looks back to Mia, "There was some confusion with the Girls of the Alliance Calendar. There seems to be a number of people who think she posed in the calendar from a few months back as Miss May. You can't see a face just long dark hair and a nice ass." He stands there, "How many more of these appearances do you have?" He watches as Cal proceeds to beat on people with Theresa and Max. <English>

Maxim tests his Acrobatics against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (8).
Maxim tests his Martial_Arts against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (18).
Maxim tests his Martial_Arts against a 60 difficulty. The result is successful (5).
          Leaping off of defiant asshat number one... Yeah leaping off him, which helps put those ribs into his lungs some more. Good luck waving your finger now bub. But leaping off him forward Max curls up into a forward roll, rolling into the barreling bull. He sticks his leg out last second and kicks foward toward the man's knee, his foot and forward momentum... man's planted foot as he runs and his forward momentum.. means no more knee bent in the correct fashion. He punches the man square in the face as he starts to fall forward onto him as well, mostly to deflect him off of him, and partly cause he doesn't want to have to deal with another person screaming like a whiney bitch. Kipping up to his feet Maxim nods at Theresa's words and nods to the stage. "That way." He glances over to Cal and yells, "We're LEAVING!" <English>

          Mia sighs softly, "Another three years still. Or until I get horribly disfigured." She nods, "We got a free way out?" <English>

          Guy followed Cal and the nhears Phelan and see's the commotion. So he lets to others take care of them and then looks at Mia. " Well, there are several exits and I am willing to help you out if you like. I am not much of a fighter type but damned if I let anything happen to you...you signed my movie." so he will guide Mia out if need be or protect her if able. <English>

          Calira comes up swinging, engaging a purple toga wearing foul mouthed tattoo strewn son of a bitch who sneeringly calls her Miss May and invites her to kiss his ass. She, instead, kicks his ass, indulging in a bit of tension release by aiming some of that bottle up energy at this idiot who just happens to be in her way. Her fists connect, then the heel of one shoe, her elbow, she takes a slug in the shoulder, rocks backward, waits for the idiot to press the advantage then drives one knee into his groin. She waits until he slowly sinks to the floor, follows the knee to the groin with a palm pressed to the center of his chest and shoves him back over onto the ground. "Kiss my ass, bitch," she invites him in return and only THEN does she follows Theresa and Maxim to the stage. So her blood's up a bit, and she pushes her way through the crowd with more considerable force than is necessary, so she creates a bit more mayhem along the way, but it seems to make her happy. She rests both hands on the stage, springs upward, rolls to one knee and THEN rises, dusts her hands off, "We're disembarking?" she asks in a mild tone of voice. <English>

          Theresa Knapp moves from where she's standing to move up to by Maxim. Nodding her head crisply as she looks to others to make sure they're staying down. Giving a couple of youngsters a warning look and muttering, "Do yourself a favor. Don't even think about it." As she passes by them and then looks to Calira and Maxim. Glancing obver to where Mia and the others are and then looking back, "Yeah. I think leaving would be a good idea." Muttering something under her breath that Calira and Maxim can probably hear. <English>

          Mia looks to Phelan, "See? everyone was perfectly respectful. Not a single jackass grabbed my ass or did anything inappropriate." Except for guy but it was so unremarkable she must have forgotten. She then blinks and sulks a bit, her ego actually dented by the lack of inappropriate behavior as she takes her man's arm and follows everyone out, <English>

          Maxim makes way to the stage. He'll pick Theresa up and help her onto the stage. He then steps up onto the stage, long legs are a good thing, and says, "Let us go." he holds a hand for Theresa and moves to catch up with cal, a brief hand placed on her back lightly, "Did you enjoy yourself?" He looks to Mia and Phe and then starts to follow everyone out. <English>

          Phelan makes an uh-huh sound. "I got it Guy. Thank you for your assistance in this matter." He looks at Mia, "Yup, except for the asshats in the suits. Hey I got you some stuff from one of them." He'd slipped Mia his stuff earlier in the day before the fight had started." <English>

          Guys is glad all seems to be better now, everyone is safe and they are all leaving. He nods to Phelan and then he starts to follow, keeping his shopping bag with him and he whistles. He had nto reached the exit when his toga coems down again. That same woman giving Guy that look again and he bends down once again to clasp it up once again. " You know, if you would just ask, it may have been that much more enjoyable." he shakes his head btu then he winks at her and he starts to wlak out, keeping his hand on his clasp this time. <English>

[ROLL] Calira rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (23).
Calira tests her Martial_Arts against a 23 difficulty. The result is successful (51).
          Calira exhales a breath, rubs at her shoulder briefly, then nods at Maxim, starting to walk with everyone toward the exit when - AGAIN - Guy's toga is sent in a tumble. "Ok, that's it," she hauls off and nails the bitch with the grabby hands and absolute lack of manners, fist connecting the tip of the woman's jaw. The bitch rocks backward on those RIDICULOUS heels then falls flat on her ass. "MANNERS MATTER," she says this with considerable force and THEN keeps on walking. <English>

          Theresa Knapp lets her arms be pulled up and over Maxim's shoulders, lifted up on to the stage her skirt swings faintly so that one leg peeks out till. Swinging her legs around she rises up and takes Maxim's hand, interlacing the fingers. She's about to comment when watches Calira and shakes her head faintly, "Feel better?" She asks wryly. Moving to follow along. <English>

          Mia blinks and stops and flings her arms around him and KISSES him. Thuroughly. She coos, "You. Are. Awesome. Thank you, baby." She eeps and scampers to follow. <English>

          Maxim watches the display of Cal punching the woman out. He shakes his head and just continues to walk with Theresa and everyone. He does say after a moment, "Good job." Yes Cal did good indeed. He shakes his head and adds, "Let us leave this place.. it is even worse than the last convention." Yes at least that one he still had his gear. <English>

          Mia trots up to Calira as they walk back to the ship, "Oh, hey, Calira...you ok?" <English>

          Guy hears the commotion behind him and he lets it happen, he is happy that they are out and he got his movies and toys, specialy the picture with MIa. " You know, that was fun." as he smiles, feelign the coolness of the breeze. <English>

          "It really does feel like old rome, I imagine," Calira mutters even as she shares a quick smile with Maxim, shaking her left hand, "I shouldn't have hit her on the chin. I should've hit her somewhere softer, but I really wanted to see her bitch face when my fist plowed into her," she confesses in a low voice. Glancing sidelong at Mia, Calira nods again, "Yeah. Better once I got some of my energy out," she adds with a quiet laugh. Call it luck or just the flow of traffic, but they're moving away from the crowd at this point and no one is trying to stop them, or get in the way. "Fun?" she wonders at Guy, not quite incredulous in her tone of voice but it's a near thing. <English>

          Theresa Knapp doesn't say anything now, just walking along with the others to the ship again. Lifting a brow at guy she merely rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "I don't think he quite gets it Cal. You know you and Maxim could always put him through a weeks worth of paces like you used to do for me at Lirins when I was starting out." <English>

          Maxim looks to Theresa and slips an arm around her. He looks to Cal and then says, "I am glad you got some energy out. Let us get back. I am hungry." Yes the bottomless pit needs food. Go figure. Hey it takes calories to cave in people's chests and break their knee hobbling them for life. <English>

          Mia eyes Guy, "You'll enjoy that picture of you, and don't feel bad when you do-it was real cold in there." she smiles sweetly, and looks to calira, "May I have a quick word?" <English>

          Theresa Knapp looks to Maxim and nods, "I'm hungry too... hmmm, I didn't set anything up before we left. I'm sure we can find something rthough, and there's brownies left from the other night too." Giving him a smile and just squeezing his waist faintly. Glancing over to Mia and then to Calira before just continuing on. <English>

          Calira makes a hum of sound, "A week .. yes, that would be..." she does manage not to say 'fun', somehow, "educational," she settles on that word instead. "I'll talk with Axel about it though, beforehand. Need to make sure Axel doesn't have anything pressing, time wise, before we abscond with Guy for a full week without letting him come up for air," and there's a fine trace of a smile now that she shares with Theresa. At Max's admission that he's hungry, Calira laughs, "Pizza, steak or ?" she wonders then nods at Mia, falling back a pace, gesturing for everyone else to continue forward and give them a little room to talk. "And if no one mentions cheesecake, I might manage not to order it for myself," wishful thinking. <English>

          Guy can only move along slowly, following as the others move along and as they speak he seems to be whistleling. As Mia speaks to him he nods. " Oh no worries, I need not worry about coldness. Though, once I get the picture in a proper frame." then he looks to Theresa and nods. " Oh, I see. Well it reminds me of when I was been trained, was not easy but I am sure their way of training is a bit more heavy." he is a not a big man width wise but he stays in shape. <English>

          Mia oh's, "Didn't know they made magnifying frames...huh." She shakes it off and murmurs to Calira briefly. <English>

          Theresa Knapp just shares a look with Calira and winks a bit befoere looking to Guy, "You aint never been trained till it's by Maxim. Giving a grin before then glancing to Cal and seeming to be thoughtful for a moment... "Hey Cal? I have a question for you..." pausing a long moment before asking, "Apple pie... or cheesecake?" Giving a cheeky grin. <English>

Calira falls in step with Mia, her head angled to the side to listen to Mia's whisper and rather spontaneously, she hugs Mia, speaking quietly in return for a moment. <English>

          Calira lifts her voice then, after she hugs Mia, and eyes Theresa. "Chocolate cheesecake, damn it," in a LOUD mutter. <English>

          Theresa Knapp says in English, "Caramel drizzel? Or dark cherry?"

          Maxim actually manages a slight chuckle at Theresa's question, and Calira's response. He just grins as they walk. "I will take one of each." <English>

          Calira makes a quiet growl of sound at Theresa before laughing. "That's it, screw food, we're going to a dessert bar," she decides and loops one arm through Mia's. <English>

          Guy is a bit confused or looks at it but he takes it in stride and and keeps on moving withthe group. "Food would be good or something..." then the mention of a dessert bar, he thinks of going but then decides he best not. To many bad incidents with the toga. <English> Mia shakes her head, "Ooh hell no, leave me at the ship, my ass is getting bigger just thinking about cheesecake." <English>

          Theresa Knapp just laughs lightly, "Come on Cal.. let me get some real food in you first. Then I'll make you a cheesecake." Grinning a bit and shaking her head, "Come on, lets go home.... and I'm thinking pizza sounds fantastic." <English>

          "Awww, but that means WAITING for the cheesecake," Calira says, ok she so very maturely pouts this out loud. She hugs Mia, "You know, Theresa makes the most awesome desserts. I practically weep for her lemon meringue pie, and I'm a totally lemon meringue pie addict," best admit that up front. The notion of 'Or something' has her glancing over at Guy but she manages not to say anything aloud. "Hah, girl, you could use a few extra pounds," she teases Mia. <English>

          Maxim looks back to Mia. "You are beautiful Mia. You do not have to worry about food." He looks to Cal and then adds, "If you like Mia you could train with us as well. if you are worried." <English>

          Guy moves along and he can listen but prefers to listen and say nto much at all. Sure they are now talking about food and he smiles but he reaches into the bag and pulls out a movie. 'Once inside the Moon' and starts to read the back, whistleling as he does move along, missing the look that Cal gives him or the glance. <English>

          Mia smiles to Masim, "d'awww, that's sweet, but the key to looking this good is CONSTANT work. Especially after two kids." <English>

          Maxim looks back to Mia and says, "Of course. I will always be there for you." Yes he will, even if he's stuck in a ridiculous toga. <English>

          Theresa Knapp just gives Mia a wink and smile as the walk continues on, "I'mstill in for pizza. I'll make sweets after, I need food." Eyeing Cal she says, "if you behave I'll make your lemon meringue." Giving a slow grin. <English>

          "It was... interesting," Calira says with a grin aimed at Mia, wry humor rising to the surface. She tugs Mia forward with her then, because she can, loops her other arm through Guy's and glances over to see what he's reading. Then does a double take. She blinks then, trying to come up with something smart to say, finds nothing useful at all leaping to mind, only to hear Theresa offering good food. "Define behave?" is said somewhat warily! <English>

          Guy had been readin and walking along, sure he ehars but it's obvious the women folk make the decisions, he is fine with that. So as Cal grabs his arm and looks on over what he is reading and soon smiles to her and puts it away. " Yeah, well someone suggested it, figured why not try it, had to pick up a few supplies though." then he looks around and then continues on, guided by Cal. " So, can we change when we get to the ship, rather not ruin the toga, may go back to a thing like that again, much fun." <English>

          Mia sighs, "I just wanna hose myelf off and get someone to rub my feet. My feet are killing me." She smiles and looks down, "These shoes are hideous." but from her tone it's obvious she loves them. <English>

          "Oh alright, real food, THEN dessert," Calira agrees with a grin. She glances over at Guy, again, then gets a rather inscrutable look on her face before she nods. "I think we'll have time to change while Theresa makes the Pizza magic happen, right?" wondering that last word at Theresa. "My experience with Pizza magic is ordering it, waiting about an hour, then paying for it. I'd like to wear something not as drafty, myself," she admits and laughs at Mia's remark. "Hose off, foot rub, and the shoes are adorable." <English>

          Maxim shrugs lightly at the mention of feet rubbing. "I could rub your feet. But we should be seated somewhere comfortably first." He gives Theresa's side a squeeze and asks, "What will we have on the pizza?" <English>

          Mia's smartcom chirps and she looks down and she fishes it out and hastily shoves it back into a hidden pocket of her toga, "Food. Yes." <English>

          If there was ever a look of a mental facepalm, this would be it. The look Theresa gives Calira is definitely one of those as she groans and shakes her head. Before looking to Maxim and sighing, "I guess I'm making dinner. " Her lips quirking faintly, "So much for my giving you a backrub when we get back." WInking playfully. "unless someone else wants to cook the pizza! Anyone? Anyone?" <English>

          "Wait, I know just the thing," Calira says, angling her left wrist to tap at her comm for a moment, pulls up a list of local pizza places, then sorts through the ratings to find the best and the best delivery time. "Cheese, meat lovers and a wild card?" she wonders, keying in the order. "Soda?" she adds, "and cheese sticks," she keys that in as well. "Anything else?" <English>

          Guy smiles and listens to all of them, they seem to be gettign along well and that is good in his ind. So he is smiling and he looks to Cal. "Oh, so while it cooks, I can show you what I purchased, interesting actualy." and then looks at Theresa and he shakes his head. " Not I, ain't much of a cook." <English>

          Mia looks to Calira, "Thank you, I didn't really want to cook." She fidgets, "But I've got some energy to burn off." she chews her bottom lip. <English>

          Theresa Knapp looks to Calira and thinks, "What about just all pepperoni on the last one? " Then glances to MIa, "what do you usually do when you have a lot of excess energy to burn?" <English>

          "Pepperoni it is," Calira agrees, keys in that last pizza order and sends it off, waits a moment then nods. "Delivery time is a half hour from now, give or take ten minutes for traffic," gotta love the variables. "Already paid for, and tip, by the way, don't let the delivery person try to con more just for walking it up to the hatch." She clears the screen and tucks one hand into Guy's, since his other hand is carrying all those shopping bags. "I still can't believe you went shopping," saying quietly to Guy, laughing this time. "And I don't cook, I make reservations OR I make dinner orders. Simple, and usually non lethal." She shares a sidelong look with Mia then grins, "Well, Phelan beat us back to the ship. . . you could take him for a walk. Or a run. Or play cards, read a good book together, or he could help you hose off," she teases with a grin. <English>

          Maxim looks to them all at the mention of pizza, the wild card. He finally says, "Chicken, Spinach, and Feta cheese are really good. He shrugs though and lets them get back to deciding. <English>

          "Spinach does not belong on pizza," Calira argues instantly. "I'm not sure it belongs in any food at all, unless it's cartoon food." <English>

          Mia looooooooooooooks to theresa and drawls deadpan, "Troy, aparently." she then shrugs, "Running, drunken acrobatics..." She frowns, "It's rich in iron and calcium, it's good for you, if I had any intention of touching the pizza I'd insist. Sides, the boy ate gruel for years. I vote he gets whatever her rutting wants on his Pizza." <English>

          Theresa Knapp's faceial expression tightens at the mention of Maxim's past. Just laying her head on his shoulder and squeezing his waist as she falls silent now. Her jaw now and again creeking proving whatever is running through her mind has her grinding her teeth again. <English>

          The joys of modern technology. Calira pulls up the menu, hits 'alter order' then keys in the request for a small pizza with the stuff on it that Maxim wants, adds it to their tally and grins. "Make that closer to 45 minutes, but it'll be there," grinning at Mia as she makes a VERY good argument. <English>

          Maxim shakes his head at Mia's words and starts to let it go when Cal orders the extra pizza. He blinks and looks at her. "Thank you Calira. And thank you, Mia." He gives Theresa's shoulder a gentle squeeze as he sees her reaction and whispers to her while they move. <English>

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Alexandria -- Spaceport
A center for agriculture and industry in the area, though not the largest, this port keeps the ships moving. Well cared for, the locals wanting to make a favorable impression, the whole area is security fenced with warehouses for cargo lining two sides. A Shuttle Port is on the third and on the fourth are lines of stalls for small dealers of food, drinks, and trinkets. The Cargo Office is a long low building with a Grecian feel. In the past someone with a Classical bent seemed to think the name of the moon warranted the flavor. It is white with a wide portico held up with slender white columns and the words 'Cargo Office' carved across the front in anglicized but Grecian style letters. Buyers and sellers often wheel and deal in the shade of the portico before going inside to officially finalize the deals.
MULEs play dodge'em with the pedestrians, horses draw wagons from outlying areas to the warehouses, and pedi-cabs look for business or dart about with their one or two passengers. Security, hawkers with baskets or trays, spacers, shady characters, businessmen, and sightseers wander the tarmac. A constant soft hum of conversation and machinery fills the air, punctuated by the roar of ships and the loud calls of hawkers. Scents of machinery, cooking food, grain, and humanity both good and bad, waft through the air.
The port is well lighted at night for safety and local security is good though folks of a shadier nature can probably work around some it with the right training. It is a Rim moon and proudly independent (not with a capital 'I'), preferring to run things their way without asking for help from the Alliance. Well terraformed, it is a moon of rich farmlands and industry closely controlled against pollution.

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          They have been discussing the pizza for a good few minutes now and he simply keeps his opinions to himself, staying a bit quite at the moment. What is surprising to him is that Cal holds his hand infront of everyone. He smiles and then nods. " Well, Phelan told me teh profits would go against MIa's rep and I would hate to make it bad, so I went to spend the hard erned cash on the movies, which you agreed upon. So killing ttwo birds with one stone was a good idea in my thinking." then looks at the bag again. " Some of the movies , I am not sure about but they were suggested." he smiles then and then watches her order more pizza or edits the order."That should be enough time to show you a few things." then he starts to whistle once again. <English>

          Theresa Knapp shakes her head and kisses Maxim lightly, touching his cheek once before murmuring back to him lightly. Glancing to the group and then giving a smile though her jaw is still clenched it's not as bad as it was. <English>

          Theresa Knapp makes her way on to the ship and rolls her shoulders faintly, "Well.... we made it through the majority of the outting without something blowing up. I'd say given how many grabby paws there were, that was pretty good." <English>

          "No one got arrested," Calira remarks, this being the important news for the moment, running one hand through her hair once they're all safely inside the ship. She calls forward to Odell to let him know pizza is en route, and already paid for. Odell promises to let the delivery guy in when the time comes, freeing everyone else to clean up after their day spent in Rome. "I think Mia isn't the only one who thinks a shower is a good idea. I really want to go back and punch that bitch a few more times," she admits in a quieter voice to Guy before eying his shopping bag again. "I'm sure the profits will trickle down to Mia, and she's famous, we can't hurt her rep by supporting her," she sums up with a grin. <English>

          Maxim tries to relax after entering the ship again, and there is a loss of tension on his muscles, something more easily seen for once now that most of his body isn't completely covered by armor, equipment, and black. He runs his fingers over Theresa's hair a moment and then says, "Did we want to change and clean up and meet back here when the food arrives?" <English>

          Theresa Knapp mmm's and nods, "Sounds good to me. I'll see if I can't get a couple more of those knots out of your shoulders so that you can actually relax." Pressinga kiss to his cheek then she smiles to Cal and Guy, "We'll see yoiu guys in a lil while ok? We're gonna go change." And.... <English>

          Guy enters and he seems to smile a bit more. " Well, pizzas on the way and we can can go and take a small little break." then hearing Cal mention about hitting the women again he smiles with a slight grin. " No worries about her, she always seemed to get attached to me when ever she see's me. I'll be getting waves soon enough but oh well, she knows better than to cheat on her husband, openly, he ain't that nice of a man." then he shrugs it off like nothing and grins. " I am sure it will and thanks to the men that did not beleave I knew her, we got toys and movies to ..." he had forgotten others be around and stops, looking at them. " Yes, once the pizza arrives." <English>

          Calira calmly slaps a hand over Guy's mouth, "Excuse us," she says with a nod to Theresa and Maxim. "I need to go kill him now," and starts towing Guy through the ship. "Theresa, find me some body bags. Maxim, some lye, I know where the shovels are," she says THAT loudly enough to carry. <English>

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