A Fancy dinner, or a deadly twist?

[Wolfs Ghost]

The guests were due to arrive any minute. Servants scurried about the dining hall and kitchen endlessly quickly setting up and bringing plates out. Gentle music played throughout the dining room itself, and someone was lighting candles. A very young boy came running through the room giggling and screaming, he was shortly followed by the Prince himself who calmly walked in wearing a white long-sleeve button-up shirt and black slacks with sandals.

The food smelled great as the breeze carried the aroma into the room. He smiled to himself as he surveyed the area, after a minute of glancing around, he turned sharply and headed into the kitchen, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Alright Monsieurs and Madames. You're all invited to table. Our guests will be arriving here shortly, so go get cleaned up and wear anything relaxing. No need to be formal, this is my gift to you." His smile grew as people finished up what they were doing and leaving the room, a few servants stayed on hand to serve the food, but they would shortly after join the Prince and his Guests for dinner.

He shrugged off whatever thought that suddenly crossed his mind and headed towards the front doors. The young boy shadowing him as well as the captain of the guard, who was wearing a white dress. "Your highness, do you want Luc to be put to sleep or shall he attend this event?"


"Did he eat?" He said turning halfway with his right hand outstretched to the door nob of the front door. "Non, my lord." She said blushing a bit and lowering her head. "Then he shall attend. Make sure he's cleaned up. Don't worry about proper table manners either. I'll clean the mess up later."

"Oui, my lord." She said bowing before him and walking swiftly over to the kid, taking his hand and bringing him away. "Come on, we're going to go get you all fresh and clean so you can attend a fancy dinner!" She said playfully, Luc laughed and started to run.

"I know now why mother didn't want to stick around." He mumbled shortly after they were out of ear shot, and he opened the door, stepping outside.

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[Shagohad]

The engines flared a ghastly blue, the Obstinate coasting through open space with an eery grace. A squadron of Serval class fighters flew in tight formation at the tips of its stubby wings, clinging to it like lampreys to a shark. On the side of the massive vessel was engraved the name Terrible in an elegant gothic print. Underneath it was the artistic and colorful symbol of the Gallic Royal Police.

The bridge was set like a stage, a large circular platform in the center with a walkway leading to a set of armored doors that led out. Around this platform was a trench that held a plethora of seats, all manned with men and women who served as the ship's operating system. Each wore a holotainment band, their heads set forward in a trance like stare as their fingers danced over holographic controls set below their hands.

The main feature of the ship was the center of this 'stage'. A holotank sat in the dead center of the platform, an incorporeal and scaled down version of the system rotating above it. Directly behind it was an elegant command chair that was currently occupied.

Despite her rather constricting clothing, she sat with her left leg propped over her right. The dress she wore covered her legs entirely, stopping just above her feet to reveal the pearl-white high-heel shoes. The dress itself was white with a black floral print, the trim done in a dark blue. The sides were split just below the knees, allowing more elegant movement. She wouldn't allow herself to be held up in a tube like all the prissy nobles. Her hands were folded in her lap, holding tightly to the cane that had become the only thing she could rely on to never fail her. Her arms were clad in full sleeve gloves that matched the pattern of her dress, leaving the dress sleeveless.

Despite the more 'fashionable', though she knew them as slutty, dresses, she chose one that covered her chest, forming a full color around her neck. Around the collar was hung a necklace that held a rather stunning diamond amidst a gold Fleur-de-lys. Her dark red hair had been pulled back and set into a bun. It was held in place by a golden twine that had been set earlier in the day. Her earrings mirrored her necklace, hanging from their hooks by an equally stunning golden chain.

The only thing to offset the overall appearance was the scowl on her face. Over and over, it raced in her mind how much she was going to loathe this encounter. And even worse than being here and in this silly outfit were the two others with her. To bring her two Commissaires for a dinner date with this certain man was certainly disgusting. A few images of remembrance flashed in her mind. One of the times she and the prince were alone. Her lips curled back in disgust, baring her teeth at the memory.

She was going to hate every moment of this. "Or my name isn't Chloe Dupont," She murmured to the vow.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Kazinsal]

A woman in a dark blue dress with burgundy stitching strode through the bridge with a coffee in her right hand. She wore a small gold broach in the shape of the fleur-de-lis on her left breast proudly, much like she always did in her flight suit and command uniform. She passed multiple members of the bridge crew, one of whom decided to speak to her.

"Bonjour, Villette," he said to her. She nodded in return, and continued walking in her black high heeled shoes, taking sips of her coffee every few seconds. The bridge was rather large, but she didn't mind the walk. Especially not with a nice cup of dark roast in hand.

"Bonjour, Commissaire Berie."

She nodded again at the passing officer, and continued down to the command station, where the Directeur sat. She looked out the front window of the ship as she walked, and turned back to face the command chair as she reached it.

"Ah, bonjour Directeur," she said, smiling. She sighed and took a sip of her coffee. When she brought the cup back down, her smile had changed from a smile into an almost saddened expression. "Chloe," she started, "I'm a little bit nervous about... you know... tonight... aren't you?" She took another large sip from her coffee to calm herself down. She usually did have a coffee whenever she was nervous... or just about during any situation possible.

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Retired, permanently.

[Shagohad]

Chloe watched the other woman walk about nervously. Her eyes tracked her every moment. One would think it predatory and weird, but a member of the Royal Police would merely reply, "No...that's just the Directeur."

"Villette, calm yourself. It's the Prince. Not the King. As I had informed Amelie; when he gets too physical, merely call him a brat and inform him that he is still single and he'll shut up and focus." She added a sincere smile to relieve tension.

"As for Amelie," She spoke quietly, "Lord knows what that girl will say and do. She still hasn't come up from her cabin yet. I'd imagine she is equally nervous."

"Madame, we are entering orbit of the planet. You shall be ready to depart within an hour," A man replied from his post, staring blankly at the nothingness.

"Merci," Chloe replied. She then turned back to Villette. "Just relax, stay quiet, speak only when spoken to, and the most important bit is to smile and nod." Her fingers drummed along the edges of her cane, conveying her own nervousness.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Grumblesaur]

Amelie slowly walked down the hall from her quarters in a light blue dress decorated with white patterns at the neck and shoulders. Her short blonde hair neatly fell around her head at neck level, out of the way of eyes and forehead. She wore low heels that made an unnerving echo as she traversed the wide passages of the Terrible.

And did they ever echo. The shining white hallway only seemed longer with each step.

Upon entering the bridge, Amelie lifted her head up in a shred of confidence to face the Directeur and her fellow Commissaire, while ignoring the occupied and indifferent crew. She drummed her fingers at her sides in anxiousness. She stood opposite Villette at the Command Station, and greeted them both with a 'good evening.' She averted her gaze to the nearby window.

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