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It was an odd mental noise— and it seemed to burrow in one's ears.

"Moving on, then," he said. He glanced at Zeb, who was mingling with the crowd. "I see that your partner is one of these... Pokey-men. If it is not too much trouble, can you explain what they are? I have worked alongside a green fairy in white robes and what appears to be a grass goat during some of my assignments. Are they Pokey-men too?"

And worked on setting up mental walls, hoping that would keep Taldaris from doing whatever it was he was doing to read her mind. "Tell me something I don't know. Believe me, I'm already seeing a shrink. FicPsych just loves me."

The protoss' eyes twinkled. "With an ego that large, do you think he would ever admit to being trained? Yes, he was my disciple when he first came into the PPC. He was fresh out of the fire— the Time War, I believe he called it. He came into the PPC extremely arrogant and full of notions of Time Lord superiority. Thankfully, he listened to my teachings and he found a newer, more productive path to channel his emotions."

Taldaris idly picked some lint off of his tunic's shoulder. "And you, Aviator: I sense great turmoil in you. It would do you good to find an outlet for those emotions as well."

((Though mic stands are a thing; Falc could always have it lowered for him. :P That's what Zeb's planning on doing, anyway.))

((...but then how would he be able to hold the mic? With his talons? xD

Eh, if it's okay with you, I'll retcon the disguise thing anyway. ^^;))

((...that doesn't explain how Zeb recognized him as a Skarmory when he was disguised.))

Finally realizing that he was serious, she shook her head. "DIS hasn't got anything to do with it; that was way before my time. But if you don't know, then I'm not going to say." She tilted her head. "So you're Emiran's trainer? I don't think he's mentioned you."

((I kinda winged it (heh) and had Falc assume that Ave had told Zeb about him. Perhaps it'd be nice to work from that.))

"Memories of the Department of Internal Security still linger on." The protoss shifted in his seat and laced his fingers together. "Regrettable. I had hoped that time would help to rehabilitate the image of my department, but alas. Still, I suppose that this negative perception of a department with power over other agents will never go away in a place like this." Taldaris' gaze softened. "Not that I have anything against the PPC's idea of order. It has been an enlighening experience-- and I have made plenty of good memories here. Perhaps I should request a transfer... become an agent trainer... if I had success with Emiranlanoamar, I figure I could whip anyone into shape. Figuratively speaking, of course."

((I must have totally missed he was disguised. My fault entirely.

...Hm, not sure how to fix that...))

Well, the disguised dinosaur, anyway. Chris soon found himself staring down a tall Japanese redhead, who was making sniffing noises and tilting his head at him curiously.

"There's a faint scent of close kin on you," he said. "Not the same species, but similar."

He looked away and snorted, before glancing back at him and specifically the empty seat next to him. "Can I sit here, or is there anyone else who is due to occupy this particular resting spot?"

"Well, I'm guessing your partner told you about me beforehand? Huh. A-anyway, I'm only singing because Rayner wanted me to. I do have a few songs in mind myself, but I kinda don't like performing in front of crowds..."

"Yeah, but have you SEEN his author?" asked Lapis, joining the two of them. "From what Falc told me, while he doesn't exactly sing for people, but he HAS presented papers at conferences - and once he gets over his initial stage fright..."

Falchion covered his face with his wing, snickering. "Well, heh, the problem is that I'm not the same as him. But eh, I'll wait until the time comes. Good luck with your performance, I guess!"

(EDIT: Falc is no longer disguised. Continue as you wish :3)

Well, she got the message as soon as Rayner whispered in her ear what Kala had told him a while back: that Valon and children don't mix well.

Which left Cupid and Sarah, Rashida, Rayner and E.V.L., and Whitney and Backslash to address Valon and Kala.

"Nice to meet you too! And don't worry about Steph, she and I are totally cool with each other. Though our dates could stand to use less badfic interrupting..."

"What happened?" asked Backslash. "Did you two do any cool back to back figh-"

"Stephanie. Hates. Fighting." Cupid sulked, regretting that Sarah had forbidden him from bringing any Bleeport. "And for the record, it was just Naruto replacing Kimihito in a 'rewrite' of Monster Musume. Not my usual, but what can you do?"

"I guess I haven't introduced myself," said Sarah, turning to Valon. "I'm Sarah Squall, formerly Stratogale. My brother-" she pointed her thumb at Falchion - "told me about you two a while ago. I was also at your wedding, but we didn't meet in person. So yeah. Hi!"

"I haven't worked there very long," said Salvo, "so I guess we've only met once or twice. Still, it's nice to see a familiar face. I hope."

"So, you're here to sing, right?" asked Brenda. "We're just here to watch, me and Vamp here. Neither of us are interested in participating."

"Robin does not sing." Feratu huffed and tossed his hair. "And Brenda... well, I don't know how good her singing voice is, but I'd rather not risk her embarrassing herself in front of everyone."

The Aviator took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Sorry. Just. DIA. Makes me nervous."

When he looked over the bell and gestured wildly. "Ach! Zeb! Vhat ein pleasure it ist beink to be seeink you again! It has been far, far too long ein time since ve have shared ein Poffin und pondered zer nature of zer universe! At least, zat vas vhat I vas doink, I am thinking zat Gabrielle vas preoccupied vizz goink ein funny colour -- meine kleine Gabrielle, vhy are you goink even redder?"

"NOTHING IT'S NOT A BLUSH YOU CAN'T PROVE IT-" Gabrielle saw Zeb herself and faltered for a moment. "Um. I'm... I'mma go get the big lady. With the stripy clothes. From over there."

"On zer uzzer side of zer Auditorium?"

"Yup," Gabrielle squeaked before dashing off at almost supersonic speeds.

Despite his half-muted psionics, he could acutely feel the tension emanating from the Aviator. "Excuse me," he said, "but I am feeling quite a lot of negative vibes coming off of you. Have I offended you? If so, I apologize."

The Aviator eyed him warily. DIA. Great. Just what she needed. "I'm the Aviator," she said, internally cringing. "And I recognize most of the agents here, but I only know a few of them—" She broke off when she sensed the Librarian, only to notice his and Des' arrival a moment later. This day just kept getting better and better. "...a few of them personally," she finished.

"As you wish." He let his gaze wander around the room. "Do you know any of these agents? I'm afraid my department doesn't let me socialize often; I have very few acquaintances outside Internal Affairs." The High Templar seemed to sigh again. "I forget my manners. My name is Taldaris of Aiur, formerly of the Templar caste before its dissolution. And you?"

"If you want a seat, there is still some chairs here," he said waving his hand slightly.

Marina looked a little bit more dubiously at the larger and bulkier agent. "Are you sure that's a good idea? This armor wouldn't fare very well if..."

"You only need to avoid touching him. Things should be fine."

The Aviator gave a tired sigh. "I know it's not exactly the same, but my species can feel others of our kind. Ever since leaving Gallifrey, it's been weirdly quiet having only a few others around. I still have all my abilities, though, so..." She grimaced. "Not even close to the same. I'll shut up now, sorry."

"Because it might be fun and we could both use some socialisation," Des replied. "If I can try to sing in this tub" - he tapped his faceplate - "then so can you."

The Librarian tried make an about-face, but found that Des stood in his way.

"Ah-ah-ah," tutted the cyborg, "no shirking of social duty."

"Fine. It is on your head."

"A little disorienting. I have recently lost on of my... senses," he said, turning his head slightly so that the Time Lady could see the cleanly-severed neural cords at the back of his head. "Even if it has been a few days, I still cannot find an efficient way to channel my psionics. I fear HQ's technology had been a crutch. Were it not for plothole technology I would have had to deal with this issue much sooner."

The protoss then seemed to sigh. "Forgive me. I did not wish to say so much. My sister," he looked at Fire Flash, "is trying to distract me from my troubles. I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather discuss it with a peer."

Marina Nicodelli looked around dubiously, before going back to her partner "I'm not exactly up to date when it comes about music, Richard. Must have something to do with the fact that I'm not able to use a music player."

"Because you wanted to meet more people, and this is an excellent occasion for? Nevermind the fact it's a karaoke, making it automatically a wonderful event?" Richard said, with a bit more excitation than his partner. Make this way more.

"...Okay. I guess I can try this myself later,but for now, I'll be watching this. But it's better to be worth using this disguise again."

The two Assassins then took place at chairs at a reasonable distance from te mic.

Though she knew protoss were telepathic, she'd never met one in person before. It was interesting, to say the least.

"Day's been sh***y," she said, shrugging. "Had to take down triplet Sues in a Twilight badfic and then get dragged down here by my own partner." She nodded at Zeb, who was bouncing excitedly around a very familiar looking Skarmory. "He's the grey and blue lion over there. Gets waaay too excited about this sort of thing for his own good." She paused. It would probably be polite to return the question. "How was your day?" she asked lamely.