Futuristic Project: Icarus

[stellar.nova]

Spoiler: Tags

Rainzen
deer
Chase
NightSky
chamomile
Aukanai
universal silence

 

[stellar.nova]

xxx

xxx

Jeremy Colton Kitt
Politician
Vice Chancellor
Male

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MOOD ❚ Focused
LOCATION ❚ Ship/Main Area
WITH ❚ open
MENTIONS ❚ Toni

Jeremy was the twelfth one checked onto the ship. He had toured it already with his father. After all, an acting Chancellor would need to be familiar with the area he was leading. So he was in no rush. There were several people around him who had seemed nervous, some had even been crying. Not Jeremy. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he was smart enough to recognize that. He had, of course, managed to spare a few glances at the girl who was ahead of him in line by four. Natasha Hayashi. Toni. A friend that used to be but was no more. Things were still awkward there, not that Jeremy cared. He merely hoped she would be mature enough to keep it from causing any possible conflicts. That was something he refused to spare time for.

After he had boarded the ship, he left his luggage with the officers who were taking it to the Keep, and made his way to the Main Dome of the ship. It was a large round dome that jutted out and it was made of glass. Above you were stars, and where you were standing, it was like a garden. It was decked out with buffet tables stocked with food. A gourmet meal to say goodbye to the young adults who would be parting with their colonies and making their ways to Earth. Jeremy couldn't fight the small smile that touched his face as he savored that though.

He really felt humbled at the sight of Space, he always had. And that mingled with his emotions quite nicely. Pride. Excitement. And yes, even a touch of blissful joy. He was going to Earth. He was leading a group of one thousand young adults on a journey to the planet human kind had left so many years ago. "I won't let you down, Dad. You can count on that." And with that, he straightened out his suit [they had all been instructed to come ready to board while in their formal wear, to be prepared for the parting gala] and made his way to a buffet table where he gladly took a taste of a spinach pastry.

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Spoiler: Ship

Spoiler: Main Dome

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Rainzen
deer
Aukanai
Chase
universal silence
chamomile
NightSky

FOR MOBILE USERS

Jeremy was the twelfth one checked onto the ship. He had toured it already with his father. After all, an acting Chancellor would need to be familiar with the area he was leading. So he was in no rush. There were several people around him who had seemed nervous, some had even been crying. Not Jeremy. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he was smart enough to recognize that. He had, of course, managed to spare a few glances at the girl who was ahead of him in line by four. Natasha Hayashi. Toni. A friend that used to be but was no more. Things were still awkward there, not that Jeremy cared. He merely hoped she would be mature enough to keep it from causing any possible conflicts. That was something he refused to spare time for.

After he had boarded the ship, he left his luggage with the officers who were taking it to the Keep, and made his way to the Main Dome of the ship. It was a large round dome that jutted out and it was made of glass. Above you were stars, and where you were standing, it was like a garden. It was decked out with buffet tables stocked with food. A gourmet meal to say goodbye to the young adults who would be parting with their colonies and making their ways to Earth. Jeremy couldn't fight the small smile that touched his face as he savored that though.

He really felt humbled at the sight of Space, he always had. And that mingled with his emotions quite nicely. Pride. Excitement. And yes, even a touch of blissful joy. He was going to Earth. He was leading a group of one thousand young adults on a journey to the planet human kind had left so many years ago. "I won't let you down, Dad. You can count on that." And with that, he straightened out his suit [they had all been instructed to come ready to board while in their formal wear, to be prepared for the parting gala] and made his way to a buffet table where he gladly took a taste of a spinach pastry.

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Spoiler: Ship

Spoiler: Main Dome

 

[Chase]

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Epsilon-0199​

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c l i c k​

Anji gazed through the ceiling at the stars as he walked into the center of the ship, eager to begin the journey. Though he had grown up on ships replicating the culture, where the goal was always to get back to it, Earth seemed like a fairy tale. A distant dream, within view but just out of reach. Yet within hours he and everyone on the ship would be what would feel like a few days away from setting foot on the soil. Earth was never somewhere he aspired to be, unlike many others, but it was still surreal and excited him in a near childlike manner. Perhaps it was how humans felt during what is known as the Space Race, before anyone had ever been off Earth at all.

Tearing his eyes away from the glass panes of the dome, he drops off his luggage and takes a look around at his peers. Not many of them were there yet, but he did see the Chancellor's son. He was to be Chancellor on Earth, just as his father was in Space. It seemed a tad monarchical to Anji, but Jeremey Kitt was Vice Chancellor in his own right, and he was a good politician, as far as politicians go. He deserved the role. It would be interesting to see, however, how the unpredictable environment of earth could change that in him. Stressful situations do amazing things to the personality, and as no one knew what awaited them once they land, the only sure thing in their future was stress.

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[Rainzen]

Natasha Hayashi Gamma-0008
Engineer
Location: Main Dome
Tags/mentions: Jeremy Kitt
Open

[color= #84deff] Toni had felt sick to her stomach for the last week at the prospect of this journey. Her workshop was here. Her family was here. Her inheritance, the company, her notes, her blueprints, her bots, all of it was here. Her life was here, and soon it would be gone. The only things familiar to her on this ship were its operating software, the few things she had been allowed to take with her, a few more things she had managed to smuggle onboard, and Jeremy Fucking Kitt. These weren't ladylike things to think and particularly not to say, her mother would have told her, HAD told her, when she had expressed this same sentiment when she had been chosen, and then again a week ago. Natasha had been trying to get out of this very moment for months now. Obviously to no avail. So she kept her chin held high and her eyes focused on the future, just like she always did. She ignored the urge to check if her dress was falling properly when she felt someone's eyes on the back of her head. People were constantly watching her, this was why she had meticulously checked over the blue satin formal dress in the mirror beforehand, and why she knew better than to mess with her hair or clothing in public.

None of it mattered now, this was her life and there would be no turning around. The thought was punctuated by the chime that indicated her barcode scan had been approved, she moved with the line onto the ship, feeling too much like a cattle prodded into the slaughterhouse for her liking. It was better when the line led into an open area, a garden and observation deck. Why they went to so much trouble when we would be asleep for most of the journey, she had no idea. It seemed uselessly indulgent. Contrary to popular belief despite the fact that she lived a charmed life and damned well knew it, and did have admittedly high standards, she had never appreciated waste for the sake of waste. Her eyes caught the buffet table then, and well, that definitely wasn't a waste. She grabbed herself a pastry and moved out of the way as more people filed into the area, mostly in passable formal dress. Toni stood back, away from the walkway and the area they seemed to have cleared for a dance floor, content to watch people for now. [/color]

 

[deer]

estelle plantaganet

Position: artist
Occupation: fashion designer
ID CODE: Iota-0693
Scenario: "first impressions"
Mood: contemplative
Outfit: [ xxx ]
With: n/a
Mentions: vince, jeremy, nicholas
Tags: stellar.nova , chamomile

"her heart was a secret garden"

Staring blankly at the mirror in front of her, her red, puffy eyes stared right back into the very depths of her soul. The image of who she used to be was gone and snatched away before she could even say "no". Regardless, she couldn't have everything in the world, could she? No, her life was not run by a producer's hand that allowed her to get the best of both worlds. In fact, her life was run by a dictator that never failed to move her like a chess piece, ready to be knocked down a few peg.

Thankfully, she had her "best friends" Nyx and Urban to make her look like the "goddess" she once was. As she applied her concealer, praising the make-up goddesses above for bringing out products such as these in dire times, Estelle took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling as she did her make-up routine, willing herself to stay strong. It wasn't every day one's parent would ship you away for disobeying them as punishment. She'd never see them again. And she felt conflicted. One: she was thoroughly ecstatic to get away from them, to do whatever the hell she wanted, to become the designer she always knew she was meant to be. However, two, they were her parents. They raised her, or rather, her mother raised her, practically engraved ideas, thoughts, and behavior into her head that she couldn't just erase what her mother made her. She was stuck in between a rock in a hard place.

So, perhaps, this trip, this Project Icarus that she was chosen, or rather forced down upon her, would help her figure out who she really was and was meant to be. Maybe she was suppose to be the heiress to her parent's business. Or, she could be happy and do what she always wanted: to become a fashion designer worthy of getting praised from her kin and her parents. Whatever it was, Estelle couldn't drone on and on about what was expected of her, this was her life now and whatever decision she made, she knew she had to be careful to not regret it.

Soon, an hour passed and Estelle was ready to go. She was dressed to impress and she wouldn't have it any other way. Estelle was comfortable in her own skin and she would take advantage of what she was given. The gala was her scene and she wouldn't disappoint herself or those who knew her name. She was a Plantaganet, the Belle of the Ball back at Aphrodite. As she waited in line to get her bar code scanned, Estelle looked around at her peers, some were recognizable, some not so much. Nevertheless, the member that was most prominent to her was Jeremy Kitt, the Vice Chancellor.

Once Estelle found herself inside the ship, she took her time observing her surroundings. First, she gazed upon everyone's attire, tapping her chin as got a "feel" for everyone's "cup of tea". Some designs she liked, some not so much. But, it wasn't the fault of the attire, but rather the fault of the mismatched jewelry or shoes that the person wearing the attire had put together. With a keen eye, Estelle bit her tongue as she decided to not cause so much as a "scene". Afterall, she just wanted to enjoy her time at the gala, without any nonsense of drama. So, her eyes gazed upwards, as she stared at the constellations through the open window. Her eyes glossed over as she couldn't help but find herself feeling slightly calm from the scenery. It had been awhile since she took time to stop and smell the flowers.

Inhaling deeply in and out, Estelle calmed her nerves slowly as she found her attention back at the Main Area of the ship, her eyes gazing over towards the food table. "Is there any champagne?" She wondered to herself as she made her way over towards the table. Tilting her head to the side, her brows furrowed in thought. "Would Niko have had a part in making the food? It had been awhile since she heard from him." Nevertheless, Estelle looked over towards her peers, trying to find anyone worth speaking to, but most of all, she was searching for someone. Vince.

coding; allrightsreserved@crucialstar​

 

[universal silence]

Anara | theta-0292​

Anara Inkar Demir
theta-0292
mechanic | pilot
location : main dome
with : none (open)​

mobile

Even as she approached the ship, Anara could tell that she was woefully unprepared for the journey ahead of her. Not logistically, of course; she was an adept and well-trained pilot, so she felt confident she could handle whatever task she would eventually be assigned. No, she was beginning to realize how out of place she would be socially.

They had been instructed to arrive in formal attire for some sort of gala- which already made Anara uncomfortable. Fancy parties simply didn’t happen in the slums of Hephaestus. She remembered a few students at the local school had tried to hold a dance – once, back when she still had two legs and smiled a bit more often. But she hadn’t gone to the dance then, and she definitely didn’t want to go to any sort of formal event now.

Her clothes only seemed to call attention to how out of place she felt. As Anara approached the front of the line, she tugged at the worn floral dress she wore – the only dress she owned. It was a hand-me-down of a hand-me-down, carefully patched more times that Anara could count. She wore a simple white sweater over it (her mother’s, although she supposed it was hers now) and a worn boot on her right foot – the only shoe she owned. She didn’t need a shoe for her left foot. Her mechanical leg was exposed from the knee down, and she resisted the urge to bend down and fiddle with the spring behind the kneecap, which seemed to be sticking a bit.

After finally checking into the ship and dropping off her baggage, Anara walked into the main dome of the ship. She analyzed the room carefully, glaring at the hundreds of people who were milling about. Not for the first time, Anara questioned her decision to join Project: Icarus. Though she was no stranger to crowds, she was used to crowds that she felt more … at home in. Here, she felt like a fish out of water. It doesn’t matter, Anara thought to herself. Who cares what a bunch of stuck-up pricks think? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. Straightening her back, Anara strode confidently through the room, searching for somewhere she could wait out the gala.

Finally, her eyes landed on a buffet table. Anara’s stomach grumbled, and her eyes widened slightly at the sheer volume of food. She grabbed a plate and began piling food onto it.

Even as she approached the ship, Anara could tell that she was woefully unprepared for the journey ahead of her. Not logistically, of course; she was an adept and well-trained pilot, so she felt confident she could handle whatever task she would eventually be assigned. No, she was beginning to realize how out of place she would be socially.

They had been instructed to arrive in formal attire for some sort of gala- which already made Anara uncomfortable. Fancy parties simply didn’t happen in the slums of Hephaestus. She remembered a few students at the local school had tried to hold a dance – once, back when she still had two legs and smiled a bit more often. But she hadn’t gone to the dance then, and she definitely didn’t want to go to any sort of formal event now.

Her clothes only seemed to call attention to how out of place she felt. As Anara approached the front of the line, she tugged at the worn floral dress she wore – the only dress she owned. It was a hand-me-down of a hand-me-down, carefully patched more times that Anara could count. She wore a simple white sweater over it (her mother’s, although she supposed it was hers now) and a worn boot on her right foot – the only shoe she owned. She didn’t need a shoe for her left foot. Her mechanical leg was exposed from the knee down, and she resisted the urge to bend down and fiddle with the spring behind the kneecap, which seemed to be sticking a bit.

After finally checking into the ship and dropping off her baggage, Anara walked into the main dome of the ship. She analyzed the room carefully, glaring at the hundreds of people who were milling about. Not for the first time, Anara questioned her decision to join Project: Icarus. Though she was no stranger to crowds, she was used to crowds that she felt more … at home in. Here, she felt like a fish out of water. It doesn’t matter, Anara thought to herself. Who cares what a bunch of stuck-up pricks think? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. Straightening her back, Anara strode confidently through the room, searching for somewhere she could wait out the gala.

Finally, her eyes landed on a buffet table. Anara’s stomach grumbled, and her eyes widened slightly at the sheer volume of food. She grabbed a plate and began piling food onto it.

invisible scroll​

 

[universal silence]

Luce | beta-0428​

Lúcia Rosário Fernandes
beta-0428
scientist | astronomer
location : main dome
with : none (open)​

mobile

Luce practically floated as she approached the ship. It certainly didn’t feel like she was walking. Barely able to contain her excitement, Luce broke out in a smile every few seconds, trying in vain to calm herself before grinning again. She barely noticed as she was scanned in, and figured at some point she must have passed her baggage off. Though she smiled at the people around her, Luce was too distracted to chat like she normally would. In just a short while, she would be on her way to Earth!

Of course, she’d been sad to leave her family. Their last night had been full of tearful goodbyes, and she had insisted on sleeping in her parents’ bed, something she hadn’t done in nearly fifteen years. Though she would miss her family, Luce was looking forward to finally getting to see Earth, and getting to study the stars from a new position. She thought of the book her parents had given her – an antique, a relic from the last century of life on Earth, detailing star positions and astronomical phenomena. Luce longed to compare it to the way the stars looked now, and couldn’t wait to begin her work.

As she finally stepped into the main dome, Luce froze just a few feet from the entrance. She gazed at the sky, practically out of breath as she surveyed the blanket of stars above her. Whatever lingering doubt had been inside her was gone. The stars seemed closer than ever; somehow, she felt home.

Luce practically floated as she approached the ship. It certainly didn’t feel like she was walking. Barely able to contain her excitement, Luce broke out in a smile every few seconds, trying in vain to calm herself before grinning again. She barely noticed as she was scanned in, and figured at some point she must have passed her baggage off. Though she smiled at the people around her, Luce was too distracted to chat like she normally would. In just a short while, she would be on her way to Earth!

Of course, she’d been sad to leave her family. Their last night had been full of tearful goodbyes, and she had insisted on sleeping in her parents’ bed, something she hadn’t done in nearly fifteen years. Though she would miss her family, Luce was looking forward to finally getting to see Earth, and getting to study the stars from a new position. She thought of the book her parents had given her – an antique, a relic from the last century of life on Earth, detailing star positions and astronomical phenomena. Luce longed to compare it to the way the stars looked now, and couldn’t wait to begin her work.

As she finally stepped into the main dome, Luce froze just a few feet from the entrance. She gazed at the sky, practically out of breath as she surveyed the blanket of stars above her. Whatever lingering doubt had been inside her was gone. The stars seemed closer than ever; somehow, she felt home.

invisible scroll​

 

[NightSky]

Ashleigh Rose Enikk ETA-0565

AGRICULTURE // ANIMAL RAISER
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MOOD | indifferent
LOCATION | main dome
OUTFIT | formal dress
TAGS | none

The past week seemed to have flown by and before she knew it Ashleigh was stood only a few steps away from boarding the ship. After those first few steps her new life would begin. Soon she would have a new purpose in her life and honestly she was only about forty percent ready for it. Her eyes slowly blinked back into reality before briefly scanning her surroundings. She had spent her entire life surrounded by animals which stood at tall heights above her, but she had never felt as small as she did now. There was a low buzz of people around her engaging in small conversations. It almost felt unreal, like a dream. Ashleigh was sure she was about to fall and wake up.

As if answering her worries a comforting hand was placed on her right shoulder. With all the panic she had forgotten her father, Jameson, was right by her side. He offered her a warm, genuine smile in which she returned a smaller version of. Shuffling her feet to bring herself to face her father she took a moment to take a good final look at him. Of course she had many saved photos on her MobiDex but it was definitely not the same. She hadn't noticed it but he had aged quite a bit over the last few years. A few wrinkles painted along his skin and grey streaks shining through his coffee coloured hair. But underneath it all his eyes still shone bright. He would have stayed longer but with this massive event a lot of people took the day off. Being a respected member of animal care Jameson decided to only take a few hours to say goodbye before going back to work. It was better this way, Ashleigh had told herself, no need to drag it out.

"What ever happens Ash you'll always be my daughter and I cannot be prouder of everything you have done and everything you will do." Ashleigh nodded her head into her fathers shoulder. "I'm going to miss you dad." She replied, her voice barely a whisper as she felt her eyes prickling in the corners. Her father broke away the hug first, no words needed to be said. They smiled at each other one last time before he headed back the way they came from. Ashleigh watched him leave before turning around to wait to be checked onto the ship. She quickly wiped her cheek where a couple stray ears had spilt from her eyes.

Once she had boarded the ship she physically relaxed, letting out a shallow sigh. The main dome was quite big and was slowly being filled up with people. Although it was lovely to see such a vast amount of different people with very different backgrounds on the project Ashleigh couldn't help but feel slightly lost. As if it were her first day of school. It's too late to go back now. She told herself before slowly walking down the centre of the main dome admiring the plants spotted around to occupy herself.

 

[Rainzen]

Ezra Duran Epsilon-0289
Medic
Location: Main Dome
Tags/mentions:

Ezra still wasn't exactly sure what to think about this whole endeavor. He was worried about leaving Casey behind, for a long time now he had his adopted father had been all each other had. Ezra had been hounding the man to get a girlfriend since even before the job offer. When the opportunity for Project Icarus had arisen, he hadn't intended to take it. On Hydra, you didn't abandon the people close to you. Not for anything. Casey had insisted he go, and so had Andy, so here he was. At least Andy would also be here, and he had a translator hologram if it became absolutely necessary. He had no idea how it worked, they didn't have anything like it on Hydra, but he'd been provided one for the project. Ideally, he didn't actually plan to use it. He hadn't bothered trying to get up at the front of the line, it wasn't like the ship would leave without him, so he was waitiing a while to board. He didn't catch what the person in front of the door said, just held up his wrist with the still slightly red and raised barcode tattoo on it. The man frowned at him, so Ezra assumed it had been some sort of greeting or smalltalk that he had ignored. Some days he just considered tattooing 'I'm deaf' onto his forehead, but he didn't usually care much about the mildly offended glances that tended to follow him, wether he talked to people or not. The man scanned the tattoo and ushered him on brusquely.
The ship was impressive from the outside, but inside, inside was something else. The surroundings were probably the nicest Ezra had ever actually been in. He had to be careful to keep himself from gaping, although looking around, he certainly wasn't the only one. He shouldn't stick out too badly, Casey had made him get fitted for an actual suit for this,
tailor and everything. It was no secret that his adopted father had money stored away, they stayed on the Hydra mostly because they both actually preferred it, but things like this, like buying a bespoke suit and having a tailor feel him up always took him aback. So clothing wise, he fell right around the middle. There were people with not quite properly fitting suits, and clean cut designer Aphrodite suits. The only thing that really set him apart was the fact that he hadn't bothered to tame his hair. It was fluffy and kind of everywhere, as per usual. Well, at least Andy would be able to find him that way.
He barely recognized himself in the mirror in this thing, so he hardly expected anyone else to do so.
The crowd in the room was growing by the second, Ezra grabbed himself a plate of anything he could get his hands on at the food table before it got too busy and made his way to a corner of the room, people had begun pairing off and making conversation, and god forbid he be dragged into one. He was content to stick right here like a wall flower and wait for Andy's pink hair to make itself visible in the throng of people.

 

[chamomile]

* nikogoesnuts just made a new post!

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nikogoesnuts
the icarus
very anxious

Niko was jumpy. And it was very noticeable. And no one's talking to him in this party.

But that's okay. They'll all be one happy earthling family in no time, as opposed to, spaceship dwelling olympians. Yup, all one thousand of them; fun times!

He was well dressed, as he should be for any event like this. The Kirsipuu's encouraged him to wear his finest tux, the one that just screams I'm going to a formal party and I'm looking damn sharp. But honestly Niko couldn't be more bothered about what he wore. Whether it was a jacket with one, or a jacket with two buttons, or if he should consider the new suit vents trending on the market.

He glances around, a little bit unnerved by the amount of strangers that were present. He had never left his home ship, not once has he stepped off the Aphrodite. We have no business there, his mother would say about the people 'below' them. So we should leave them alone.

But here, he was fully exposed. He was a rich kid that probably didn't care about a lot of things growing up and the realisation has made him see how outnumbered he really is. In a room full of talented people, what does he contribute? Cooking. He cooks.

Niko found himself cornered on one side of the buffet table, ignoring a couple of robotic servers who were pretty insistent on giving him an alcoholic drink. He accepts, then immediately drops it off on the table in front of him. With an empty stomach, he was eyeing the cauliflower cakes. Unfortunately he wasn't part of the preparation of the service. Though the idea of sounds much much better than being stuck out here, supposed to mingle and socialise when he could smell aromas of food from the bustling kitchen.

He arranges pieces of food on his plate, brought the wine and moved towards a mini table for one.

It wasn't when he started to look around that he noticed a few familiar faces. There was a blonde on the far side, and every few seconds or so, he kept looking back. No, it wasn't creeping but intuition is ringing. She turned just enough for him to identify where he saw her before, and in midway bite into a salmon blini, his flinch made him bite the side of his cheek.

It was Estelle Antoinette Plantagenet-- no, wait that's something from his history lesson-- Plataganet. There. A beautiful girl who he's known on the Aphrodite and received failed crush status just last year.

Niko suppressed a yelp and ducked down, crouching behind the thin column of a table. What was she doing here?

Darn these minimalist designs! And dang his mouth was starting to sting a lot. He licked the insides, trying to get the pain to ease away.

He stands right back up as people peered at him curiously, others in judgment, in full hope that they would stop and she doesn't notice a panicky shadow in her peripheral vision to go and investigate. Niko smiles and continue to distract himself by stuffing his face.

 

[deer]

estelle plantaganet

Position: artist
Occupation: fashion designer
ID CODE: Iota-0693
Scenario: "awkward turtle"
Mood: hesitantly confident
Outfit: [ xxx ]
With: nikolas
Mentions: anara
Tags: chamomile , universal silence

"her heart was a secret garden"

Fidgeting with her purse slightly as she moved it from one side to another, Estelle was getting. . . well, she wouldn't say "uncomfortable" but rather. . . a little distracted. Never would she have thought that being in a crowded place would make her want to feel so . . withdrawn. Maybe it was just her nerves spiking up and she was just tired. However, whatever it was, there was no excuse for her to not start a conversation. As she turned to eye the table once more, inspecting the array of food, her attention was drawn to a mechanical leg that she noticed at the corner of her eye. Although it was a few feet away from her, she couldn't help but feel curious about it, but, it was rude to stare so for just a split second, she looked and her attention was back on the meatball that was in front of her.

However, her head was elsewhere as she furrowed her brows. Soon, an idea came into her head. . . a fashionable armor that was lighter, no added weight with the already heavy equipments. Perhaps, even the uniforms they were given can be fixed a smidge. As Estelle smiled at her idea, she had hummed softly, before a server came by to hand her a glass of champagne. Gratefully taking it gently in her hand, she gave her thanks as she took a sip of her drink. Mm . . she absolutely love champagne. . It really did hit the spot and she couldn't help but find that her creativeness was going a mile a minute. Oh, she was itching to go and sketch.

But, as Estelle turned around to head towards a place where she wouldn't be disturb, she had almost forgotten her glass of champagne on the table and had to turn around to reach for it once more. But, seeing something move quickly in her peripherals, Estelle had looked up across from her, scanning the area to see if maybe it was just her imagination that she had seen something. Feeling slightly curious, Estelle made her way down the table, making her way between the crowd that had gathered around the path she wanted to get to.

As she excused herself, she was finally able to successfully maneuver herself through. But, as she stopped to catch her breath, who would have thought that the end of her destination would lead her to one of the people she had just been thinking of. . .? Seeing that all-too familiar silhouette, that hair, those eyes, and definitely that charming look made Estelle blink back her surprise. It was Nicolas. Biting her lip, she remembered that moment when he had. . confessed to her and before she could even answer. . he disappeared. And now, here they were. Would it be awkward? What should she do? Maybe pretend she didn't see him. . ? Sighing inwardly, Estelle whispered to herself, "A Plantaganet does not run away. Instead, they will confidently enter the fray with their head held up high."

Stepping towards Nicolas, Estelle cleared her throat before speaking softly, "Niko? Is that you? Fancy meeting you here." She said, keeping her tone slightly guarded yet warm. "Don't eat so quickly! What'll happen if you were to choke on your food." Estelle frowned, scolding lightly only to let out a soft laugh as she shook her head. It seemed nothing changed about him. But, nevertheless, she was still nervous, despite the facade she was putting up, and could practically hear her heart beating erratically against her chest. Oh sweet mother, please let this pass

coding; allrightsreserved@crucialstar​

 

[stellar.nova]

xxx

xxx

Andromeda Maven Skylark
Architect
Head Designer
Female

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MOOD ❚ Thrilled
LOCATION ❚ Ship/Main Dome
WITH ❚ Ezra
MENTIONS ❚ n/a

Andromeda had been standing in line for a while, and finally she was just about to be let on the ship. She couldn't wait! But she was growing impatient, and since she had put her book away about twenty people back, she had nothing to do. Particularly since she didn't want to talk to anyone around her. Instead, she fiddled with the hemline of her dress that was probably a little shorter than she would have liked. Not by choice, she had just happened to outgrow a lot of her "fancier" clothes since she didn't have the money ready, available to buy newer ones. She was currently wearing a pretty yellow dress with a floral print on it, paired with a white cardigan and combat boots. It was, at least, some semblance of her aesthetic.

What was really noticeable about her was her hair, a soft cotton candy pink. (It had been teal a month ago. She liked changing it up.) It was definitely interesting enough for someone to spot her if they were looking for her.

When she had finally handed off her bags to the assistants, she made her way to the main dome, a beaming smile on her face as she took in the sights of the stars. She felt like she was floating, and she was more than ready to take this journey to Earth. "Breathtaking." She couldn't stop the word as it left her mouth, but she didn't really care if people thought she was talking to herself.

It was then that she noticed a familiar figure standing up against the wall, away from everyone. He seemed to be looking for somebody. Ezra! She was thrilled to see him! So she made her way over to him, her expression one of excitement and joy. She waved to get his attention as she made her way over.

When she was close enough and knew she had his attention, she began to sign. Ezra! Oh my god it's so good to see you. I'm excited but also a little nervous! So many people here that I don't know....how are you feeling? She hoped that he was a little less nervous than she was, and just as excited. Because this was going to be the adventure of a lifetime!

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Andromeda had been standing in line for a while, and finally she was just about to be let on the ship. She couldn't wait! But she was growing impatient, and since she had put her book away about twenty people back, she had nothing to do. Particularly since she didn't want to talk to anyone around her. Instead, she fiddled with the hemline of her dress that was probably a little shorter than she would have liked. Not by choice, she had just happened to outgrow a lot of her "fancier" clothes since she didn't have the money ready, available to buy newer ones. She was currently wearing a pretty yellow dress with a floral print on it, paired with a white cardigan and combat boots. It was, at least, some semblance of her aesthetic.

What was really noticeable about her was her hair, a soft cotton candy pink. (It had been teal a month ago. She liked changing it up.) It was definitely interesting enough for someone to spot her if they were looking for her.

When she had finally handed off her bags to the assistants, she made her way to the main dome, a beaming smile on her face as she took in the sights of the stars. She felt like she was floating, and she was more than ready to take this journey to Earth. "Breathtaking." She couldn't stop the word as it left her mouth, but she didn't really care if people thought she was talking to herself.

It was then that she noticed a familiar figure standing up against the wall, away from everyone. He seemed to be looking for somebody. Ezra! She was thrilled to see him! So she made her way over to him, her expression one of excitement and joy. She waved to get his attention as she made her way over.

When she was close enough and knew she had his attention, she began to sign. Ezra! Oh my god it's so good to see you. I'm excited but also a little nervous! So many people here that I don't know....how are you feeling? She hoped that he was a little less nervous than she was, and just as excited. Because this was going to be the adventure of a lifetime!

 

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The dress Aidan was wearing was too tight. The fabric squeezed her chest to the point where she couldn't quite breathe right. She took a deep breath and adjusted the grey silky fabric so that it rested a little lower and allowed her more mobility. Aidan was uncomfortable, to say the least. She wasn't used to wearing dresses, certainly not ones as fancy as the one she was wearing. She wasn't used to her hair being up in a low bun, single curls framing her face, or the makeup on her face. And she definitely wasn't used to a buffet table of expensive food, but that she could agree with.

As she ate, she leaned against the table and observed the ever growing population of people that would soon be heading to earth. Some were rich, some were poor. Many were excited, some had clearly had some tearful goodbyes. Personally, Aidan was giddy. Earth, or more, it's animals, were a passion of the young Irish girl's, and it had always been her dream to see true Earth animals in person. They had specimens on the Ark, but over the years there had been slight changes in the animals as they adapted to life in space, just as there had been slight changes in the people. Nothing anyone but the scientists noticed, but they were happening. Aidan turned around, returning her attention to the food, looking for something else to shove into her mouth.

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maximum_heals
the icarus
relaxed

"You know, I'm having second thoughts about this Aunt Tatiana."

A woman, a beautiful face and strong features stood before her grinning slightly. "You think it won't work?"

"My expectations are very low." She crossed her arms, firm in position yet inside she was struggling to contain her fear. That maybe everything will fall apart just like she knew it would, because of all of these humans. What would she expect; everything going smooth sailing-- you wish!

She was a little bit late, hanging around at the back still saying goodbye to her family. To be fair, she did arrive just a few moments ago. Remus couldn't be here unfortunately, though her father did give her a farewell blessing the day before.

Aunt Tatiana smiles. "Then you know what to do."

Max nodded, starting to find the humour. "Beat them up into shape."

"Take control when necessary," they spoke in unison.

Final hugs are exchanged between them, an embrace she wished would never last, a feeling she could revisit but this was beyond that. Once Max goes in, this life is past her. She'll belong to a new phase, a squadron, her aunt would put it. Tasked with its own mission, it doesn't have time to worry about much else but succeeding. She waved back and entered aboard the Icarus.

Once inside, she took in the environment, the music in air and the slow vibe of calm people. The sea was large, but she couldn't afford to be intimidated.

She removed her leather jacket, taken away by servants, to reveal a black romper, the most fashionable article of clothing she had in her wardrobe. Max was never one for dresses, both impractical and expensive. This outfit was her favourite for providing mobility as well as showing off her legs and arms. Not to mention, the romper disguised itself finely as a little black mini dress at most angles, thus making her immune to many criticisms in fancy events she had to attend.

Champagne magically appears and she takes one, and moves into the party. After a few sips, enjoying herself doesn't seem like such a bad idea. What could be so wrong with that? The dance floor beckons and she responds, moving fluidly amongst the crowd.

 

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Melone Bendikov

This was it, this was the big day.

Melone could feel the anxiety and excitement tangling together, pushing back and fourth like waves. She didn't know how she should be feeling. Excited or nervous? At the small confusion rambling around in her mind, Melone bit her lip as if to stop herself from frowning. There was no reason to frown. She'd spent years studying animals,
and now she was going to be able to study where they came from.

It was a blessing.

For awhile, Melone had just stood there, holding her bags in front of herself as she stared at the ship, trying to take it all in. The fact that she had been chosen for Project Icarus, the fact that she was actually going to go through with it, the fact that-

The frown she had been trying to stop finally took place upon her lips.

The fact that she would have to be away from family and friends for awhile. Melone turned then, glancing at her parents and her siblings who had been standing there behind her. She looked at them with tear blurred eyes and they looked back at her with smiles full of love, happiness and how proud of her they were.

"I'm okay, I'll try not to get too homesick," Melone cracked a weak smile and a small giggle. Stepping towards them closer, she hugged each one of her family members tightly to bid farewell for her long trip.

With last words, Melone finally managed to pull herself away, glancing back at the ship and the group of people starting to board it.

"I guess I should go now," she hummed, taking one last glance at her family as she moved forward, seeing them waving her off and responding in a wave too. And off she went, boarding the ship, handing off her luggage and then making her way towards the main dome.

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This was it, this was the big day.

Melone could feel the anxiety and excitement tangling together, pushing back and fourth like waves. She didn't know how she should be feeling. Excited or nervous? At the small confusion rambling around in her mind, Melone bit her lip as if to stop herself from frowning. There was no reason to frown. She'd spent years studying animals,
and now she was going to be able to study where they came from.

It was a blessing.

For awhile, Melone had just stood there, holding her bags in front of herself as she stared at the ship, trying to take it all in. The fact that she had been chosen for Project Icarus, the fact that she was actually going to go through with it, the fact that-

The frown she had been trying to stop finally took place upon her lips.

The fact that she would have to be away from family and friends for awhile. Melone turned then, glancing at her parents and her siblings who had been standing there behind her. She looked at them with tear blurred eyes and they looked back at her with smiles full of love, happiness and how proud of her they were.

"I'm okay, I'll try not to get too homesick," Melone cracked a weak smile and a small giggle. Stepping towards them closer, she hugged each one of her family members tightly to bid farewell for her long trip.

With last words, Melone finally managed to pull herself away, glancing back at the ship and the group of people starting to board it.

"I guess I should go now," she hummed, taking one last glance at her family as she moved forward, seeing them waving her off and responding in a wave too. And off she went, boarding the ship, handing off her luggage and then making her way towards the main dome.

 

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august_is_heer
the icarus
apathetic
with aidan ( Chase )

August was a man of many faces. Though this doesn't necessarily translates to complex facades, but just different versions of him specifically crafted for him to be perceived as well-liked before continuing on whatever damn business he just had. The right people are easy to fool, they believed in his positive acting instead of his negative behaviour, latching on to it like the wide eyed idealists they are.

He twirls the champagne in his hand, watching the liquid slosh gently. In front of him was a girl he had just made small talk with, a smirk playing on her lips as her hand reached over to her own glass, a finger tracing the top.

"I didn't catch your name by the way," she said, her chin resting on her knuckles.

"And I didn't catch yours."

"Audrey."

Audrey was a blonde in a flattering blue dress who, from what he could capture from their short exchanges, was an aspiring journalist and is excessively passionate regarding the topic of news and truths. She started their one sided conversation by informing him of the concepts that he wouldn't consider alien, and with his silence, he tries not to snap at feeling just a tinge of offense.

"Well, Audrey," he began slowly with somewhat of a lighthearted grin. "I have to go meet up with my friends, but maybe I'll see you after the party?"

"I'd love that."

August begins moving in search of his next victim, weaving between people and remain in charm. He was feeling a bit more social tonight for some odd reason, already mingling with about five different women (this, in the notion that many males are too busy doing the same thing for them to acknowledge his advances). Maybe it's the music, the people, the circumstances that caused his subconscious to crave human interaction. Besides, it's for the best that he could get to know a few people, so he doesn't end up spending most of his time alone when they land on Earth.

The gala was chatter filled and the atmosphere seem elegant, relaxing. And soon enough, in the midst of a thick pool of people, he found someone he thought was worth his time. She was standing there while idle immediately peeked his attention and he moved so he was next to her, looking down at the food just as much. A hand in his pocket, August was quiet for a few moments, taking a sip of his drink.

"Isn't the party too mellow?" he asks, then chuckles. He turns his head and offered a smile. "Sorry."

Now that he was in the proximity for a closer look, August notices her dress, the way it hung there as if it wasn't really being worn, detached from the girl he saw before him.

"You don't seem too comfortable," he takes another sip. "New to fancy parties?"

 

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David Adams Delta-0326
scholar
Archeologist/historian
Mood: thrilled
Location: main dome
Mentions: Andy

If David had been asked to pick out some wild childhood fantasy to become his life, it would be pretty damned close to this. It was like one of those old holovids he grew up on. The ancient ones buried deep in the libraries public records that he would sift through for hours as a kid. Daring adventurers taking a long journey to rediscover an abandoned civilization. That whole planet was a playground for someone like David and he absolutely couldn't wait to get his feet on the ground. Would a planet feel different to walk on than the chimera or the other ships? It had to. His heart was racing just thinking about it, so he stuffed one of those gourmet finger sandwiches in his mouth and tried to get ahold of himself. He probably stuck out enough as it was. Although, glancing around it was clear that the project had taken a very wide variety of people. Maybe the simple suit that he wore to give lectures didn't stick out quite as badly as he had worried. David was the kind of person who always looked just a little bit scruffy, no matter how he dressed or how clean shaven he was or how much gel he put into his hair (though tonight it was plastered mercilessly into submission) he just never managed to pull off that clean cut, elegant look.

Andy was just a few people away from him. He waved and grinned at her when he caught her eye, but he didn't interrupt her conversation, content to take advantage of the food and try to make some new friends. With 1000 people aboard there had to be at least a few like minded, right? Presumably they had all given up the comfort of their homes for the sake of discovery and furthering humanity, so as far as David was concerned, he had a great respect for all of the people milling around him.

 

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Connor Olamilekan Belmont
delta-0187
scholar | historian
location : main dome
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Connor stared at the line in front of him. 16 people to go. He would have preferred to be one of the first people in, to survey the ship with as few people in his way as possible. 15. Or perhaps one of the last people, 14, so that he wouldn’t have to suffer through the party for too long. 13. Connor had never liked formal events. 12. He’d always found them too noisy, too chaotic, too overwhelming. 11. And he was certain that one filled with a bunch of young adults would be only more, 10, overwhelming than the ones filled with older politicians and statesmen. 9. Connor checked the tag on his bag. 8. Was he nervous? Perhaps. He certainly wasn’t excited about the change. 7. He didn’t like the idea of leaving his mother, the one person who seemed to listen. 6. Or his doctor. But he was prepared – as prepared as he could be. 5. And he was looking forward to studying Earth artifacts on Earth. 4. And recording the journey… 3…2… 1.

The girl in front of Connor took too long. She laughed oddly and talked too loudly. Connor shuffled uncomfortably. When it was finally his turn, he stuck out his arm and got through as quickly as possible.

Turning over his baggage was more difficult. He wasn’t allowed to carry it with him, and the attendants didn’t seem to appreciate his warnings that his baggage was fragile. Connor saw one of the attendants role his eyes, and heard someone from behind him mumble something rude. His instinct was to turn around and scold the person behind him, but Connor checked himself. Instead, he forced a smile and nodded, allowing the attendant to take his baggage.

As Connor neared the main dome, the growing noise was quickly beginning to irritate him. As soon as he entered the hall, Connor headed for the edges of the room, searching for a spot where the sound wasn’t quite as loud. He wondered how long they would be expected to stay in the main area as he swerved to avoid his new peers.

Connor stared at the line in front of him. 16 people to go. He would have preferred to be one of the first people in, to survey the ship with as few people in his way as possible. 15. Or perhaps one of the last people, 14, so that he wouldn’t have to suffer through the party for too long. 13. Connor had never liked formal events. 12. He’d always found them too noisy, too chaotic, too overwhelming. 11. And he was certain that one filled with a bunch of young adults would be only more, 10, overwhelming than the ones filled with older politicians and statesmen. 9. Connor checked the tag on his bag. 8. Was he nervous? Perhaps. He certainly wasn’t excited about the change. 7. He didn’t like the idea of leaving his mother, the one person who seemed to listen. 6. Or his doctor. But he was prepared – as prepared as he could be. 5. And he was looking forward to studying Earth artifacts on Earth. 4. And recording the journey… 3…2… 1.

The girl in front of Connor took too long. She laughed oddly and talked too loudly. Connor shuffled uncomfortably. When it was finally his turn, he stuck out his arm and got through as quickly as possible.

Turning over his baggage was more difficult. He wasn’t allowed to carry it with him, and the attendants didn’t seem to appreciate his warnings that his baggage was fragile. Connor saw one of the attendants role his eyes, and heard someone from behind him mumble something rude. His instinct was to turn around and scold the person behind him, but Connor checked himself. Instead, he forced a smile and nodded, allowing the attendant to take his baggage.

As Connor neared the main dome, the growing noise was quickly beginning to irritate him. As soon as he entered the hall, Connor headed for the edges of the room, searching for a spot where the sound wasn’t quite as loud. He wondered how long they would be expected to stay in the main area as he swerved to avoid his new peers.

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Aidan was about to put a pastry in her mouth when the man next to her spoke, and she somehow managed to avoid crashing it into her face like an idiot as she maneuvered it away from her mouth. "Um," Aidan says, blinking for a second before finding her words. "Yeah. I've never really been to anything like this before." The brunette subconsciously pulled up her gown, feeling it begin to slip, only to move it down moments later as her breath again became forced.

After taking a moment to look at the person beside her, dressed nicely in a well-fitting suit, seeming as relaxed as one could possibly be in a situation like this. She couldn't tell if he was incredibly used to being invited to fancy galas or if he was simply incredibly relaxed. "You seem like you have, are you well acquainted with parties like this? Personally, I'm more used to raves and house parties. Don't get many galas on the Monster." Aidan laughed a little bit. "Or on the Oracle for that matter. The last party I went to celebrated the birthing of a horse's foal." She could feel herself begin to ramble and took a small bite of her pastry.

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Location: Main Dome
Mood: hopeful
Tags/mentions: Anara universal silence
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Ainsley King Alpha-0135

[color= red] It wasn't a sense of duty or pride so much as it was unpreparedness that had ainsley wearing her dress uniform rather than her red satin ball gown. She had figured it would be more convinient than digging out the dress but now she just felt stiff and stuffy in the neatly pressed uniform. She held the martini that she'd gotten from the open bar more delicately than usual because god forbid she spill anything on this, and they didn't have any beer to speak of. She felt horribly uptight about the whole situation, even though very similar military galas weren't really an uncommon situation for her to find herself in, she had never been entirely comfortable with them, less so when she had been waiting in line for what felt like hours to get on the ship, and departure nerves were high.
Ainsley herself wasn't terribly worried on that front, she had always made friends, and fallen out of touch with them, rather easily so leaving her life on the colonies behind wasn't nearly as frightening for her as it could be, sure she might miss her family, but she would get over it, the opportunities provided by this trip were well worth it, and a change of scenery wouldn't hurt, she had spent almost the entirety of her life so far on the Ares. She wouldn't say she was thrilled about the upcoming takeoff, but it had potential and she could likely make the most of it.
For now though she surveyed the room, looking to remedy the stiffness with conversation. There were plenty of people milling about who looked uncomfortable with the party, and her eyes landed on one beside the buffet table, a pretty girl in a worn but charming dress. Suddenly, she had a need for some of those cute little pastries that the girl was near. Ainsley put on a friendly smile as she approached, and gestured to the food on the other girls plate. "Hey. These any good?" Food was always a good neutral topic to break the ice. [/color]

 

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august_is_heer
the icarus
unwinding
with aidan ( Chase )

He gave her an encouraging smile as she speaks, watching how the dress was bothering her. August thinks briefly about the kind of person she is, and how among the many other guests at this place did he end up standing next to her. Her laugh was mainly to fill the space she feels isn't enough, as if her words are empty, and they might just be. Though there isn't many other options of conversation in a room where strangers roam apathetically. What would happen if someone was left alone? If someone didn't know anyone else among this hundreds of people, and he stays on earth, detached from the rest of them.

"Not particularly. I'm not one for parties." What he says is true. No, he doesn't see the point of it all-- if someone wanted to have fun, they shouldn't go to a party. There's only the music and the food, neither of which is particularly fun in his book. Rather, if he actually wanted a good time, he'd invite whatever friends who could tolerate him to get beat in some laser tag. Nothing like the sensation of victory that gives him the satisfaction he needs.

"Honestly, I only come for the drinks."

He drinks until his glass turns empty (coincidentally proving his point) and a server passes by, prompting him to rid of it. "You're a vet or something?" he asks curiously, referring to the comment about the birth of a foal.

 

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nikogoesnuts
the icarus
panicking inside
with estelle ( deer )

"Niko? Is that you? Fancy meeting you here."

Oh no. That voice, that sweet melodic voice he used to listened to in the kitchen as he cooked for hours on end. That voice he knows so well since he practically dream about her every night before he went to bed. Estelle Antoinette Plantagenet found him and he froze dead in his tracks to process all the bad things happening that were out of his control. His hands however haven't stopped feeding him with what seems like the endless supply of food on his plate just so he could avoid saying anything.

"Don't eat so quickly! What'll happen if you were to choke on your food?"

I'd die, which would be really nice right about now, he mused to himself and swallow, taking a first glance at her. Nope, she was still as beautiful and charmingly nostalgic as he would imagine, haven't seeing her since he blurted out what he thought was a gesture that would get something off his chest and she left. He shuddered at the memory, catching himself to quickly say something before he could make it awkward and forget to acknowledge her at all.

"Elle!" he began nervously. Yes, start with her name, that's good. "What a coincidence."

He shifts his weight to one leg and grabbed the wine to occupy his hands, which never know what to do on their own. Niko was over her. He was over her like he always had been to every terrible attempt he makes to gain some love on the lonely elite Aphrodite ship. And now, he's open to try pursuing boys, and there wasn't much luck there either because apparently he has more of a problem romantically flirting with guys than he has with girls. Two more confessions happened since she's been gone, and he's still miserably single.

But maybe a relationship wasn't the right thing to look for, especially if they were going to be separated planets away and whatever form of communication they may have with one another be completely obsolete. Or so he's been told.

"I'm a sous chef for uh, one of the units." he informed her. "God, how long has it been? Anything going on in your life?"

Niko abandons the idea of her, they did just fine as friends. So he wasn't going to bring up what happened between them. The food remains unnoticed as he sips his wine and muttered that how he might to sleep well on the journey there.

 

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estelle plantaganet

Position: artist
Occupation: fashion designer
ID CODE: Iota-0693
Scenario: "nothing but the truth"
Mood: relieved
Outfit: [ xxx ]
With: nikolas
Mentions: toni
Tags: chamomile , Rainzen

"c'est la vie"

The clocked ticked ever so slowly in her head as Estelle patiently waited for Nikolas' response to her. Her eyes observed the young man's silhouette as she couldn't help but find some sort of comfort and familiarity in it. How long has it been since she last seen him? Way too long. She could blissfully remember the late nights the two of them would talk about mostly anything, yet at the same time, the nights she loved the most were the ones when she had watched Nikolas cook. The different aromas she had smelled and the various food she had tasted for him brought back memories she wished she could run back to.

It was only then she was reminded of another friend she had back at home. The adrenaline rush of just sneaking around just to talk to her and just knowing she had a female friend to go to was comforting. What was she doing now? It took a while for Estelle to adjust to her new life abroad another ship that wasn't her own and now she was being whisked away to a whole other planet. Plantaganet. . . how ironic However, Estelle was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Nikolas' voice. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she smiled at the all-to familiar nickname she was given from him.

With a nod, Estelle couldn't help but let out another soft laugh, grateful that it seemed the two of them were still on good terms. She would have hated . . . or even been shocked. . if he abandoned her or pretended to not know her. But, perhaps. . that's what she was hoping for, in a sense. She didn't even say good-bye to him or even stayed in touch with him when she left her family. Was he angry? Did he know? But, hearing that Nikolas had became one of the sous chef for the unit, Estelle couldn't have been prouder.

"Really?" She exclaimed, her eyes brightening a tad more. "I knew you could do it! I wouldn't have expected less from you." Estelle grinned, laughing slightly as she shook her head. "It really has been a while. . hasn't it? You came far, haven't you?" She asked before Nikolas had asked her what was going on her life.

Blinking back a slight surprise, Estelle didn't know whether Nikolas was pretending to not know or he really didn't know. Whatever the reason was, Estelle furrowed her brows and hesitantly chuckled. "O-oh. . um . . you know. Just the same old. Nothing new." Liar. Biting her lips, Estelle inhaled deeply. She knew. . . Nikolas would know she had lied. Estelle never lied to him before, not to him when he knew most of her secrets. It was a rule she made for herself. Never lie. Taking a deep breath, Estelle started to fidget with the champagne glass in her had, swirling it lightly. ". . . Do you want the long or short version? I would hate to ruin your appetite." Estelle admitted, sighing slightly before placing the glass on the table as she pulled up a chair next to Nikolas.

Her eyes bore into his as she shook her head, "But, before that, what about you? What do you think of this. . .engagement that we're being sent to?"

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