[ That gets an encouraging smile from him. ] Absolutely, sweetheart.
[ As he leads them into the the ballroom (and earlier, when they had been poring over the mansion's blueprints, Peter had rolled his eyes at that -- who seriously needs a ballroom?), the party is already in full swing, it seems. Aliens of various types -- some looking entirely human, others looking as alien as a human might expect -- mill around and network. Peter could almost gag.
There's music playing softly from hidden speakers, though Peter can only hear snippets of it over the murmur of quiet conversation, and the center of the room holds what passes as the dance floor. Along the walls are tables with the victuals one might expect at a party, labeled appropriately as to avoid inadvertently poisoning certain species in attendance. The room itself is far from tastefully decorated. The floor is some sort of marble, deep blue, and the white walls are inlaid with swirling designs of some substance that looks silver and horribly expensive. Every gaudy ornament and piece of artwork screams wealth, and Peter can feel his fingers twitch at the opportunity to pilfer even one of those smaller statues.
He returns the nod of a man who passes by before he turns to Maya. ]
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[ As he leads them into the the ballroom (and earlier, when they had been poring over the mansion's blueprints, Peter had rolled his eyes at that -- who seriously needs a ballroom?), the party is already in full swing, it seems. Aliens of various types -- some looking entirely human, others looking as alien as a human might expect -- mill around and network. Peter could almost gag.
There's music playing softly from hidden speakers, though Peter can only hear snippets of it over the murmur of quiet conversation, and the center of the room holds what passes as the dance floor. Along the walls are tables with the victuals one might expect at a party, labeled appropriately as to avoid inadvertently poisoning certain species in attendance. The room itself is far from tastefully decorated. The floor is some sort of marble, deep blue, and the white walls are inlaid with swirling designs of some substance that looks silver and horribly expensive. Every gaudy ornament and piece of artwork screams wealth, and Peter can feel his fingers twitch at the opportunity to pilfer even one of those smaller statues.
He returns the nod of a man who passes by before he turns to Maya. ]
As I said. Awful.