Eris is on her third plate when she sees the commotion. All this does is cause her to grin and roll her eyes behind her tinted glasses which she pushes up her nose.

Standing she wipes her greasy hands on her camouflage pants and moves toward the stage again.

"Hey well since no one else is using this particular pole at the moment." She laughs. "I think I am going to be a stage hog."

She scans for what she wants then smirk as the song selection scrolls and the song begins.

Limp Bizkit
Nookie



Check, one one, two

I came into the world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
Dwellin' on my past
It's burnin' on my brain
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
My girlie ran away with my pay
When fellas came to play
Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat

Like a chump, hey

Should I be feelin' bad?
Should I be feelin' good?
It's kinda sad, I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
But I'm a sucker like I said
Fucked up in the head, not!
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
But my heart will ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
By my so-called girl, but in reality
Had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrendered

Like a chump, hey

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your

I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends to give you their advice
They'll tell you, just let it go
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone
And nothing gonna change
You can go away
I'm just gonna stay here
And always be the same

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your




Eris can barely contain her laughter as she sings the song. And when it is over she seems to lapse into a total giggling fit as she replaces the microphone. She gives a overdramatic bow before hopping from the stage. Her foot catches some invisible tripwire and she tumbles down the steps only to roll to her feet. "I'm okay!! Nothing to see here move along!" She laughs all the way back to her seat where she quickly gets her oral fixation with a drumstick in her mouth.

Neil is just standing up when Wakinyan comes rumbling by. He nods quickly then says,
"Go ... quickly. She needs you."
With Wakinyan leaping past, he turns to Flicker,
"Are you okay?"
His eyes scan over her body and he is grateful SilverTalon hasn't lashed out. Only once he sees that she is unharmed does he notice the wreckage of his own clothes.

"Being responsible for your choices is a good thing," Singularity smiles as he tips his glass in greeting to Sean. It had been quite a spectacle so far throughout the party, much more so than the karaoke party the year before. Not that this is a surprise: this is a tame spectacle compared to some of the theme nights in the late Amp Room and the new Phoenix Room. He grins from behind the glass while taking a drink, "But responsibility doesn't necessarily mean celibacy."

Any chance for the ex-elite to continue is cut off by Edison's greeting and Singularity shifts his tempo to address the newcomer as well, "Indeed I am; good to meet you, Edison." He grins at the golden nova next to him with a look of affection. "I don't think you've met Sean or Edison before, love..."

"Why cool off? Things are just getting good."

Login stops dead, and just watches him. She doesn't know what he's doing, but he's talking right to her body and her midn doesn't have a say in it. Damnit, did she have an IQ twenty times off the human scale just to turn to mush when some guy flexed his muscles at her.

Yes, she did. Pwned. Game, set and match. She bit her lip as he leaned towards her, and then...

Saved. God thank the little girl. And with a mention to who or whatever was causing all the commotion. Then there were shouted orders, and she debated using this opportunity to get away and center herself, but she realized she wasn't that much of an ass. No time for keycards or finding room numbers, though. She ran towards the first electronic lock she found. In such a modern building, these must be all connected to a central security system, which meant...

She took out her tiny screwdriver and dismounted the thing's case at an amazing speed, looked inside it and a tip of her finger grew a shiny copper conenction, which she slotted in instead of one of the cables. A few moments of excitement, even through the alcohol, and room 802's balcony door was open and nobody was none the wiser. She even managed to screw the thing back on without anyone seeing what she was doing.

Then she made the mistake of looking out the window to see how the two were doing. She rooted to the spot, there was just a certain something about such feral, uncontrolled passion, or maybe whatever the griffon had done to her before was still working, but she'd felt cooler when working with a blowtorch. Under heavy clothing.

"Ah. Did you like that Dorothy?"

Oh, right, of course. Wakinyan would be at Wakinyan's table too. And this fact had nothing to do with why Dorothy came over here in the first place. No, none at all.

She gives the griffon a playful smile and a "Yeah" before he perks up and looks towards his mate. At which point he orders her to go to his room. Well, to be fair, he orders both of them. But still, it shocks her enough that she considders what she'd just been thinking about. And the fact that disappointment and relief are present in equal measure as he runs after his wife.

Then her mind strays back to the key on the table and what Wakinyan had asked her to do. Even as he dives out the window, Dorothy decides to trust him and snatches up the key. Login doesn't look sober enough to run up a flight of stairs at the moment anyway.

Dorothy sprints for the door of the room, shifting as she goes. Her half-wolf form is faster, and the adrenaline surge makes the shift easy for her. She's there just long enough to shock everyone else in the room who wasn't prepared for the terror that her other form could induce, before she's out the door and nearly a blur as she bounds out into the hallway, through the stairwell (what floor am I on? The door to the ball room says 1501, so must go down), and jumps between the staircases to land on the eight floor landing. She slows down enough that she doesn't rip the door out of its hinges, though she does leave the handle partially shredded from her claws, and shifts back to her human form as she runs through the hallway. Less than twelve seconds after Wakinyan jumped off the fifteenth floor blacony, she's in his room, watching his balcony door open by itself. The little LED light above the door signalling that the electronic auto-openning feature had been used. Oh, right. Login. Sheepishly, she turned around and headed back to the party.

Then she remembered TeleRhyde and smacked herself in the forehead. Shrugging (she couldn't be expected to think of everything), she gets back to her table shortly after the other Dorothy.

"Is it like this at every nova party? 'Cause I've gotta go to more if it is." She grins at the other young nova.

Rhyde keeps her within his sensory range, if not in direct line of sight. She becomes both beautiful, yet terrible to behold, but Laon is not deterred. It is hard enough for him to keep out of her way, but he manages. Only when she settles down with the other Dorothy does he let himself settle down to the ground.

Emily doesn't notice that before her eruption she would never have acted this way, or even that she'd rarely consider doing what she was doing seriously when she was calm. Of course not, whatever amplified her feelings, and thus her lust, was good at hiding itself. So she just felt really (really) good and very (very) hot. When she's kissing Rhayne (Kayla, whoever) it's not only her body that responds. Her power, the lights, also take initiative. Her dress is a living thing, flowing, moving, caressing sensually; lights crawl out of her and over (and into) the other woman, their warm and fluid bodies wriggling in private places; and when she kisses it's not one tongue that Emily has, but two, the sliver of coruscating light producing strange and wonderful sensations impossible for a baseline to make.

When they reach the room she's not holding back. She grabs the other woman (Emily's stronger than she looks), and puts her on the bed, as the lights of her dress flow and transform into a snake, a red cobra, that twists around her and covers just enough of her body to be enticing. An idea bubbles up from the depths of her mind and she grins.

"You know, it doesn't have to be just the two us," before the other woman can answer, she clarifies, "I can make anything, any creature. People, even. I could make as many as you want, however you want them. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Kayla doesn't speak. She lets her body respond ... pretty much of her own accord. She nods to Emily's suggestion, lust beaming hungrily from her eyes. A low moan escapes her throat and she licks her lips. Kayla's eyes are drunk with desire ... for Emily. She reaches out with a foot and massages Emily's inner thigh, slowly working its way up. She sits up on her elbows to get a better look at he lover, taking her scintillating body into her gaze and breathing in her musk.

Login smiles back at the other Dorothy, but she's obviously distracted, although not so much now that Wakinyan is out of sight.

"If he's at every party," she answers, "I'm going to have to stay home."

She was already flushed, but she adds to it when she blushes, because she knows her condition must be noticeable to anyone who looks at her. Damn that griffon and his supernatural sexiness.

"I need something cold," she mutters, not even realizing she's saying it aloud, "like a shower."

Laon sees his opportunity and steps foward.
Bowing slightly to Login, he addresses the two Dorothy's.
"Perhaps I can be off assistance."
Looking at Login,
"My name is Laon Rhyde, also known as TeleRhyde. I am repaying a debt to Ms. Roberts," he indicates the other Dorothy," by being her transportation and chaperone for the evening. The three of us could step out to a more sedate location nearby ... to collect our wits. A room with a shower is easily obtained."

"I take it that you're not-so-subtly trying to say that this party is getting too wild for me, Mr. Chaperone?" Dorothy gives Laon a wry grin. With mock resignedness, Dorothy hangs her head. "Well, you're probably right. I had best leave before my father shows up with a shotgun and a preacher. You wanna come, Login? I know this cool cafe in Chicago where a lot of Gamers hang out."

Rhyde surprises her, but she still has enough of her wits aobut her not to jump when he speaks. She just turns around slowly, to keep the world from spinning too much, to look at him as he offers the favor. She wants to stay, she realizes, or at least her body does, but now that the griffon's imposing presence is away, she can kick it into gear. She wasn't going to stay around overlustful birdmen for any longer than necessary. I mean, had he even taken a good look at her? He would've nearly ripped her in half if he'd tried anything. She shuddered, and was horrified to discover it was in pleasure.

"Sounds good," she answers, "I'll go with you. But I have some things and a motorbike here, so either we come back or I take them with me."

Instead of speaking, TeleRhyde reaches out with his mind. Various object of Login float to within her easy reach. Beyond that, she feels herself thinking about were her bike is and knows its TeleRhyde seeking the knowledge. As Login gathers her belongings, the three novas are engulfed in liquid reality. The Warp Sweep deposit them seamlessly on the street beside Login's motorbike.
Laon says nothing, but waits for Login to mount up. He concentrates and a larger, stronger portal opens up onto an alleyway in Chicago. Dorothy (Roberts) recognizes it as a location close to her favorite gaming hangout.
Formally, TeleRhyde bows slightly and says, "Ladies, after you."
In contrast to so much of the sexual energy and chaos the two girls have just left, TeleRhyde is an icy center of calm and control. Whatever his sexual moreas may be, he keeps himself tightly controlled and focussed.

Once they are through the Warp, it closes behind them silently and the cold of Chicago immediately assualts their, until moments ago, warmed skin.

Slatterns stares at the reserved young man at the bar. If memory serves he's not done a damnable thing of note since arriving.


Well time to change that.


As she slinks towards him, in his full view, her clothing shifts and morphs. By the time she reaches him she's in a sheer, black satin dress with a neckline that doesn't just plunge, it dives. Two thin spaghetti straps are all that holds it from dropping to her hips. Breathtakingly high heals are barely held to her dainty feet with thin leather straps.

"Hi." She breathes deeply to devastating effect.

"You're cute." She purrs, her nipples crinkling obviously beneath her thin, satin sheath.

"Okay, I'm going to make you an offer. You're going to get up there and sing your fucking guts out for everyone since my furry logcock brought everyone here for that reason, Or....." she leans in and her voice deepens to the realms of sultry domination, "I'm going to amp you so high that you will drop to your knees right here and beg me to make you my ladyboy and you'll weep like it's the Second Coming when I do." She leans back and smiles girlishly, "Okay?"

Flicker helped Neil to his feet, and then began quaking with rage in the moment of calm that followed Wakinyan's hasty departure. She squeezed her fists so tightly that her knuckles popped, and if she could, she'd have torn the carpet from the floor with her toes.

"I have never come closer to slugging a nova than I did just now," she seethed, every muscle in her body tensed. She glanced up from her hands, and saw Neil's semi-shocked expression, his mouth forming a lower-case O. "Excuse me hon," she said sweetly, and she stepped through the still-open balcony door onto the balcony.

She gripped the balcony rail in her hands and shrieked in frustration, the letter "E" echoing into the desert night for a full thirty seconds. That done, she took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders once and settled her posture into alignment, and allowed all of her stress to flow out of her body. Smoothly, she walked back inside and took Neil's hand.

"Let's ditch this scene, go get some coffee or something, what do you think?" she asked, sweetly.

Near unnoticed in the commotion, the glowing solar god sat, a quiet eye in the storm. With a small sigh and a resigned smile, Procyon tossed back the last of his Amp Well, and rose. He had tried to meet and greet, but the chaos of such a gathering mitigated against any meaningful conversation beyond "Hi, how are you, bye". He shrugged; an informal gathering was just that, and some value perhaps was gained through being here and being seen, at least. Besides, he had observed other novas, Terat and otherwise, at play. Such was worthwhile in itself.

Moving towards the open balcony doors, he pauses by Neil and Flicker, nodding politely to them with a friendly smile.

"Are you two all right? That was some struggle you were having with Wakinyan's wife." He nods respectfully to them both. "You have a lot of compassion; a trait many could benefit from, nova and human alike. As I understand, you both work in medical fields, correct?"

"Hi there," Flicker said amicably, pleased to talk to someone who walked on two legs, not four. "I'm, uh, new. To everything. Have we been introduced?"

"Not as yet, no. And that is my loss. I know you by reputation, however. Your evolutionary marking is unmistakeable. Flicker, is it not?" Procyon offers his hand to the young woman, a pleased smile on his face. "I am Procyon, and it is a pleasure."

Neil hovers at a distance from Flicker, letting her vent. Her anger is both disturbing, yet somehow ... special and leaves him with and feeling odd and confused.

"Let's ditch this scene, go get some coffee or something, what do you think?"
"Sure thing, Nova," he answers with a quiet calm. "Coffee sounds good right about now. Let me get my things."
As he turns, Procyon comes out and greets them. Neil kills his Wow response right at the start. It still feels a bit funny to be meeting one of the first novas, but the electric rush has been diminished over time. Despite all that, Procyon is startling in his aura of power.
"Hey and thanks. Wakinyan is my brother, so his troubles are my own ..."
Neil looks to Flicker,
"Flicker, this is Procyon ... Terat now, but one of the first members of Team Tomorrow ... a long, long time ago."
Neil stands next to Nova and holds her hand, while addressing Procyon.
"I think we've had enough of nova socializing for the night. Its been interesting, but we're at our limit. How about you?"

Procyon casts a glance over his shoulder at the chaos in the room beyond and smiles as he looks back at the young pair.
"I too have had enough of this madness, fun though it was. I was pondering going somewhere quieter..." he grins mischievously "Like Kashmir, perhaps."

"I had hoped to speak more with some of the other guests, but at least I was able to meet a few before the party went completely to pot." He chuckles softly, his sunlit aura swirling around his perfect form as he glances at them both, seeing that they are tired of the noise and chaos, but not entirely willing to call off the night.

"I hope it wouldn't be an imposition if I were to ask you both to join me for a quiet drink? Somewhere more... peaceful might be the word. I have heard of your work in warzones, Master Preston, and would know more of you if that is acceptable?"

Flicker smiled pleasantly. "A quiet drink would be awesome. Neil?"

Symmetry blinks.. Takes a breath and blinks some more..

He had met with gods of the battlefield, time and space. Insightful gurus and helpful bums. Yet he had not met anything like her. She was a shark in the water who had the scent of blood and she was a angel sent from heaven to open the gates for eternal bliss. She was all those things and much more and he swallowed hard as his own enhanced nature did it's very best to deal with it.

"Uhm. Slattern right? Your performance on stage and outside were spectacular. You must be very... Limber.."He stops and sighs and catches the conversation before she can respond.

"Sure I will go sing. You are right our busy host did bring us here for that. It would be terribley rude for me not to do so."

He breaks away from Slattern with reluctance and desperation moving to the stage and looking through the playlist.

He finds a selection to which satifies him and he smiles broadly. Taking the microphone he speaks.
"Well it is interesting. This was one of Elvis's favorite places and we haven't had a homeage to him yet. Though the pretty blinking lady did dress like him for a short while." He nods to the balcony with a grin as music begins to play.


You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

You fooled me with your kisses
You cheated and you schemed
Heaven knows how you lied to me
You're not the way you seemed

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise

You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

I thought that I was in heaven
But I was sure surprised
Heaven help me, I didn't see
The devil in your eyes

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel

But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise


As he sings he tends to single Slattern at the bar as the target of his singing. And despite himself he does a good impression of Elvis's trademark hip shimmy as he dances with the microphone stand.

As he finishes he flashes the remaining guests a winning smile and gives a thumbs up before hoping down from the stage. He considered a moment not returning to the bar but two things compell him Slattern being Slattern and he simply could not be that rude to a person. He returns and grabs a bottle of water cracks it open and drains it halfway. "That was a lot of fun. Never have done that before!"

"Sounds good to me. Coffee and a chat would be nice. Let me gather up my jacket and pack."

Neil snakes his way back through the room, catches Symmetry's excellent Elvis and figures out too easily who it is a tribute to. He gathers up his gear were he left it with the staff and returns to the balcony. He hands his flight jacket to Flicker and shoulders his backpack.
"Let's go. I'll apologize to my brother later."

"Very well then." Procyon beams, giving the other two novas a feeling similar to being smiled on by a Mediterranean afternoon as his aura brightens slightly.

"Where shall we go? I am not all that familiar with Vegas, or many American cities, for that matter." He regards the two of them curiously. "So if you two lead, I shall follow." he says with a charming wink and a flash of white teeth in his bronze face.

"First, however, may I offer the two of you a lift down to the ground while you think it over? Who knows, there might even be a quiet coffee shop hereabouts..." he ponders the bright lights and teeming crowds below for a moment, then grins ironically at Flicker and Neil as he offers them an arm each. "Take hold, if you wish to ride the elevator."

Flicker accepted Neil's jacket and shrugged into it. She was amused to discover that it fit her quite well.

She smiled at Procyon's offer. "I'm okay with that," she said. "I think I've grown accustomed to falling from great heights."

Procyon's smile was almost too perfect for Flicker, however. My God, she thought. He's got more teeth than Bob Barker.

Neil joins the two then comments to Procyon as they get ready to lift off.
"You know you are too pretty, right?"

Drawing Flicker and Neil close with an arm around each waist and easily supporting their weight, Procyon steps up onto the balcony rail. Making sure that the two of them are hanging on securely, he steps off into empty air. Neil's comment makes his laughter erupt in tandem with the lens-flare of light that sparkles in his aura as he bends gravity to his will, carrying his young passengers downwards and along with a smooth easy motion. The swirl of his aura gently brushes their flesh with warmth, like sunlight through a window, or a sunbed on low power.

"Too pretty, indeed!" His smile is infectious as he gently sets down on the sidewalk two blocks away from the Starlords, lowering the other two so that their feet touch the concrete gently. The solar flaring in his aura dies away, and he unfolds his arms from around his companions, letting the chill of the night touch them again.

Casting about, ignoring the gawking and pointing baselines, Procyon spies a likely-looking coffee shop. "Roasters." He points idly. "Shall we try there?" He asks companiably.

"Roasters is good," Flicker said pleasantly.

Verdant's entrance to Starlord's is both smooth and subtle, the green skinned, shiny Nova wearing his labcoat loose over a nice buttoned shirt and slacks with nice shoes. Smiling brightly, Verdant makes his way over to the bar, his T2M pin glittering in the lights of the place and advertising his allegiance to Utopia.

Verdant's request for a stout shot of Miracle Grow causes a bit of a stir with the barkeep, but Verdant amends it to a simple water, there is something noticably nervous about the little green Nova as he surveys his environment, twin emerald eyes sweeping the various other guests.

Finishing off her chicken Eris grabs a decadently chocolate cake from the table and then slides upside the little green Nova beside the bar.

"You look jolly and green but hardly a giant. How is saving the world going Antaeus Junior?" She smiles and her jest is apparent in her speech. She slides her thin braids away from her face sweeping them back behind her head.

"Do you like Chocolate? Chocolate is so good try some!" She quickly slices off a piece and offers it toward Verdant.

Verdant almost jumps when he realizes he's being talked to, giving her a warm smile afterward. "I'm sorry, I don't eat processed plants. I like Cocoa plants though, they're very nice and earthy." Verdant nods vigorously at this. "What's your name? I'm Verdant, I'm a doctor!" Verdant extends his hand to Eris, emerald eyes shining.

Silvertalons wings flap quickly as the growing heat beings to overwhelm her once again. The urges becomming more and more powerful as her instinct and desires keep her attentions dull. Suddenly she cries out in surpise as something large very large just landed on her and that something was cuasing her and them to fall fast. As she felt ther arms wrap around her the oh soo nice feeling of a warm body agasit her own. She can't help but to now feel a growing rage with in her as her instict kicks wanting to test thier strength. She turns around in the arms that loosely hold her before she can do anything she feels her attackers beak pressed to her muzzle forcing her into a deep kiss. She grips onto her attacker tightly with her talons diging into his flesh. As her knee by instinct suddenly moves slaming hard into the attackers groin.

Silvertalons snarls breaking the kiss her eyes red with anger as she pulls away. Spreading her wings she uses them to twirl a little in the air and tosses the attacker away from her like and sack of potatos. Only then she notices it was her mate, a sly but very coy grin crosses her muzzle as in her mind she thinks. "Yes.. thats it my mate.. Work for it.. I.. Want a strong male and now.." she licks over her lips with a very hungery look, his scent filling her senses his blood on her talons and the look of him being cast aside is quite an arousing sight for some very strange reason to her.