She looked for a moment at Hanako. She contemplated the Hanako infront of her and deduced that she was not a ghost. She then replied:
"Hi Hanako. Did you know we adopted a Gaian Red Fox called Hubert? Its cute and has a pretty gold fur." Before Hanako could react, Misaki jumped at her for a hug.
Hanako completely blindsided by the rush of sudden information didn't react, as she was rushed for a hug the eyepatch snapped back right into Misaki's eye, Hanako thankfully being taller than Misaki merely stumbled and planted her right foot further back against the floor, still not exactly comfortable with hugs she awkwardly hugged back.
"Can we stop adopting so many animals. I'm not fond of having a petting zoo on a station."
She looked up before taking a step back and straightening her uniform.
"Well, we dont physically have Hubert on the station. It was an adoption program to preserve Gaian wild life. Some of the Sisters contributed. Hubert is assigned to us. Talking about pets. Its seems that a Junker brought in 300 chained humans." She pointed at Mick.
Hanako straightens her own casual getup as well, looking over to Mick as the slaves were mentioned, not exactly a fan of the setting they were forced into, knowing what might happen to them. Though where they would be brought wouldn't fare them much better, she quelled her wish to preserve human life, simply glancing back to Misaki.
"As long as they are not Kusarian, I won't have to find him after the festival."
Mick orders a selection of drinks from the tender and nods to the respective parties at the Bar as the tray of drinks arrive he picks it up and takes it back to his table across the room to be seated once again with his crew!
Mariko stood near the entrance to the Shrine biodome while talking with two Sisters. Her attention kept being drawn to the Kusari Navy Pilot who was brought to the station by a Junker. This irritated her to no end because who knows what kind of tracking devices he might be carrying in his clothing or under his skin. And even if he didn't, his presence was distracting her.
When none of the Sisters took action to remove the pilot, she took it on herself to do so. She casualy flicked her handfan open and used it to wave some cool air towards her, while elegantly placing one foot infront of the other. The geta made soft wooden clicked on the floor as the approached the terrified man, who didn't even notice her approach as fear had numbed his senses. When she passed behind him, she made a quick motion with a wrist as the base of his neck, just between the vertibre, to sever the spinal cord. His death was instant.
She used a piece of red silk to wipe the blood from the razor sharp edges of the unfolded handfan, before closing it and tucking it away in the folds of her obi. She gestured to the two Sisters to carry the body to the airlock.
The auburn-haired Natio representative took a cigar and lit it. By the time he looked up to say thanks, the other man had already drifted back over to some other corner of the room. He wondered if his sense of time was off, or if everyone else in the room was mainlining amphetamines. It had been a while since he had been to anything resembling a party, and the last one didn't have any uppers.
He looked around. Not having met any of the people in attendance before was something that caught him off-guard. Even dossiers on the hosts would have been useful, but the Commission had bigger things to deal with than getting him a who's who on the inhabitants of Kinkaku-ji. Eventually he settled on finding a Chrysanthemum who looked officer-like, and picked out one who was shouting something about ghosts at another Sister. At least if the conversation wouldn't be terribly enlightening on who the attendees were and what exactly they were attending -- reading the RSVP was something he didn't actually put too much effort in except for the parts that said "food", "spirits", "ladies", and "unlawful" -- he figured it could be entertaining, which led to him wandering over, refilled drink in hand.
He bowed his head briefly as he approached them. "Good evening, Sisters," he said with a smile, outstretching a hand. "Harold Kane, Natio Octavarium."
Misaki saw Harold Kane approach them. She walked towards him. A small bruise was beginning to form around her right eye
"nan desu ka? Harold Kane? I am Yunoki Misaki and this is my associate Katsuki Hanako." She stopped to rub her bruised eye, before extending her hand. "Nice to meet you! Is that drink for me?"
Ling's ego was visibly boosted by the compliments to his drink. His spoon-spinning seems to have more flair and flamboyancy than before.
"Bartending is a skill of society more than any sort of job or duty. Hackers is far more permanent than any bar. True bartending comes from someone who can meld the atmosphere into something pleasant. Not a job, but more like a musical instrument.", he says, gesturing to the case at his feet. "Besides, if I left the Hackers, no doubt Wolfe would find me in twelve hours or less, and you and I know well how that would end."
Ling's humorous tone matched his smile. He pulled a thick cigar with a gold colored V&M sticker on the side from the front pocket of his suit, and clipped the end with a small bladed device. He put the end into the ashtray, and lit up his cigar. It smelled more of cooking herbs than of tobacco, just how he liked them. "The atmosphere of this event is even higher quality than the few Kusarian festivals I've attended before. Once again, nothing but the best from the North."