The End of The End

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Ivy continues to juggle the lollipops but she closes up her medical bag on drawing out anymore tasty favors. Three is two more than she really needs right now but just enough to keep her hands busy. "I don't juggle well enough to way to play with burning sticks Dale." Laughter causes her shoulders to shake as she asks Dale, "Have I done something to offend you? I still have the triangle in my bag if you wanted to start a little song and dance number?"

Dale nudges his sister, "Not at all." His eyebrows rise as he takes her in stride. "We haven't been to a party together in ages, I forgot what it was like. I think I need a drink." he decides. "Not one of those, thanks." His gaze darts here and there between the people. He might be getting a bit nervous, hard to tell. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. Maybe he should have just entered the poker table. Maybe he should duck and split, but then he'd never hear the end of it from Ivy. There's nothing for it but to buck up and deal.

"I'd say it's your loss, Dale Kane Lambsey. And you don't take losing that well--" Ivy stops talking to him as he turns toward the bar. He might be trying to forget she's juggling lollipops nervously in her hand; she hasn't. She glances down at them and then over the room. It doesn't seem like the type of room that wouldn't approve of suckers. "I think I'll just keep ahold of my lolipops for now if you don't mind? Get me a drink?"

Lee hangs back in the plush lobby a while after entering, his eyes following the architectural lines of the salon to settle on one dazzling feature, then another. And he hasn't even considered looking at actual people yet. The passage of several 'Verse notables holds him back several moments longer, before he does move forward with a tug of his lapel, hand slipping down the edge of his jacket to make certain it still covers up a small parcel secured to his belt. Only then does he insinuate himself into the turmoil of nameless guests, not so much ambling now as dodging and darting and sidling his way into the midst of the shindig, rubbing shoulders and bumping hips without apology, and smiling a little grimly all the while. There's some lovely shoulders, and resilient hips 'round these parts, after all.

Dale glances up at Wayde as he manages to get a strong drink for him and a not so strong one for his sister. "Be careful with that," he reminds Ivy. "Remember what happened last time." He has a sip of his own drink and refrains from moving into the crowd just yet. He seems to be perfectly happy staying near the bar.

Atherton Wing calls out over the din, "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to tonights event... and thank you all for coming... as some of you may know... the Lady was attacked... we are still having this event to show people we are still open for business, Thank you all for coming...in a moment. Savannah will be auctioning off the first of tonight's available charity daters...the first of which will be Captain Daniel William Wallace, followed by Wayde Sullivan..."

"Wot?" Ivy asks Dale turning around as he addresses her. She does not appear to understand what he is talking about at once. She might notice Wayde at the bar and now she's finally got something to do with those lollipops. "Sucker?" She slides the mystical cherry one down the bar. Maybe he picks it up, maybe someone else does? It doesn't really seem to make much difference. She still has two in her right hand.

Celise slips through the crowd and as the auction starts she weaves her way back towards Tissa nd Gabrielle stumbling a bit as she spies who has joined their company. A full brow arches just slightly before she tips down the rest of her champaigne, depositing the empty glass aside before taking the last few steps to join her bosses side. "Cap, Gabrielle." Offering them both a smile, her gaze takes in Frost and all his glory. "Sir." Hands clasping lightly behind her she turns to face the stage, catching her first glimps at the auction.

Mantissa pecks Gabbie on the cheek, "So much for idolisin' you little junkie," she chuckles, then sighs a little. Her eyes pass over Frost, then out across his shoulder, "Ah. The other half arrives," she declares, her eyes fixed upon Lareina. "This might turn out more interesting than I thought. As a sidenote, you oughta at least point that you've already died... how many times, in fact? As evidence to the contrary," she advises Frost with a light-hearted shrug, before Celise arrives. She gives her a little smile and offers the woman a seat at the bar near them, turning at last to watch the auction herself.

Lee briefly eyes the packed expanse of the bar, giving up on that idea in favour of intercepting a server whose tray is freshly loaded with flutes of wine. Snag, times two. Because.. one can never predict when the opportunity will come around again, much less when all the taps and cellar stock will run dry? Holding his prizes closer to his body, the young man then runs the gauntlet towards the more stationary sidelines, where he can weave at his leisure. Every so often he remembers to scan around for familiar faces, landmarks by which he can navigate to higher ground.

A movement off to the side catches her attention and Celise's head turns in time to spot Lee wandering off. "Pardon me Cap, sir." She flashes Gab a brief smile before she is off. The crowd is thick but she keeps sight on the top of Lee's head with her steps picking up speed. Finally catching up, she absently adjusts the shawl about her shoulders as a genuine smile warms up her features. "Lee you made it! And cleaned up nicely too I must admit." The skirt of her dress swishes about her feet as she stops near him before waving down a waiter. "Some champaigne? It quite good really."

Dale nudges Ivy, "Now that's interesting." he chuckles. "You still going to strut your stuff on stage, sis?" He has a long pull of his mug. "Don't worry, I ain't singing." he winks at her. "But you might fetch a big price if you start out with the lyrics-" he chuckles and watches the proceedings with amusement.

Ivy has nothing to say to Dale's taunting and just shuts up and listens to the bidding. She does continue to offer him a lollipop holding them up and out until he nudges her hand away from him. She's got annoying to the point of being a pest down well even without talking to him.

Lee just about sidles right past Celise at first, his leg brushing into her swaying skirts and pulling it along with him before it slips free and swirls back into place on the woman. The slight sensation causes the lad to turn back at the shoulders, eyes lidded with inattentive curiosity, and his gaze sweeps her head to toe in a negligent flicker. He turns back 'round to continue on his way, catches himself so abruptly his wine glasses slosh.... and stops. When he pivots to face Celise again, it's with a slow and deliberate tilt of his head, eyes going from narrow doubt to widened blue shock. His mouth drops open a tad. But it's another few seconds before he puts it to some use, remarking stupidly, "'Lise... you're... you look..." He clears his throat then, gives his head a stern shake, and presents her with one of the flutes of wine. "Champagne? Here. Hold this." Then - glug! The other glassful is hastily tossed down his throat. Swallowing hard, he goes back to studying his friend at length.

Celise's brow lifts and her smile widens. "Ok, you pass. Sales clerk said this was the latest 'fashion'. What ever fashion is.. but, I tell you it took a quarter of my savings! But your reaction made it worth it." She takes the glass, grinning to Lee from over the rim and then giving him a little wink. "Glad you got my wave in time. I definitely feel like a fish out of water."

Ivy sends her elbow out toward Dale as if to nudge him in the side. "Shut up, Dale Kane Lambsey." Ivy tilts her head back to glare up at him. "If you don't start behavin' I'm going to get the idea that you came along just to mock me."

In the cacophony of styles which assault his eyes, Istark -- dressed down a tad in a duster and nondescript clothes and accompanied by nobody at all -- stops short for a heartbeat, before sidestepping from just before the main doors, and finds a wall against which to plant his back and take stock of the room. Drinking? Check. Partying? Check. Gambling? Check. Compared to the sterile interior of the ship upon which he serves, it's like he's just entered a particularly lively acid trip.

So what's she doing here again? Uhm, right. Cody really isn't sure. She's not. She is somewhat dressed up, just a little, though she's looking a little bit bewildered at the crows as she arrives somewhat after istark. She takes a look around, and then another look. A deep breath and "Stars," she murmurs to herself. "I think I need a drink." With that, she simply starts making her way to the bar, only a small hint of a limp occasionally showing.

Distracted by the train wreck, Ivy keeps her attention on the 'auction'. Did Dale just say something to her? She swats at him with her right hand--the one containing the lollypops. "Go away." She doesn't really seem to want him to go away she just wants to keep her attention focused on the train wreck in front of her. It's all fun and games from the sidelines.

Dale lounges against the bar, checking people out. He smirks at Ivy and keeps her in his peripheral vision even as she waves him away. He looks like he's enjoying the show, the girls and the liquor. It don't bother him none. Sites like this you don't get every day flyin' about the stars. Might as well enjoy it while you can.

Lee gives her a bit of a tight smile. "Just that I'm more 'ccustomed to your tight little britches'n' your swirly-whirly top, 'Lise." He reaches out, catches a bit of the shawl near her elbow, and lifts it a touch just to see a bit of the inked bicep beneath. Scandalous, really. He drops his arm again, brushing the slight bulge under his jacket. "S'pose this is somethin' ya better get used to once th' White Star starts her commercial flight. All dresses, all the time," he intones, leaning back to swap out his empty flute for two more full ones, before the hailed waiter gets beyond reach. Holding both in deft balance between the fingers of his left hand, he dips into his jacket with the right, tugging up a linen-wrapped packet from its belt hooks, and with a hesitant look at it, extends it towards Celise. "This place ain't so bad. Thanks for callin' me out."

"Yo... Cody," says Istark, pushing off from the wall and stalking through the crowd to approach the woman, "A familiar face. Go figure. I thought you were tethered to the engine room." Wry and dry, he could actually be being serious, if he were a moron, so deadpan is the delivery.

Celise spotted that little lump and was about to ask.. but Lee being the sneaky devil beats her to it. "Whats this?" Trying to keep her voice down as to not to interrupt the proceedings and all. Taking the linen covered package carefully, she begins to unwrap it slowly, tilting her head up and offering Lee a shy smile.

Cody takes a step forward with a quick move, wincing a bit as she is hit from behind. "Oh, puck - " she exclaims, her breath drawing in and pain obvious on her face for a moment. She then stands still for a moment. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe - Ah, okay, we can move just a little. So she turns to see who it is that bumped in to her and lo and behold - a familiar face. "Oh - hello," she says. "It's fine, I'm not hurt. And it's - " Okay, it has been quite a while so Cody is thinking hard. "Redemption, yes? I - " Another voice and she turns to smile at that fellow. "Hey, Istark. This is - " AHA! - "Passe. Passe, this is Istark. And no, I'm not tethered to Engineering. Occasionally I clean up and go out dancing." A pause, and then she adds, "Just don't tell the Captain."

Casting his eyes around at the chicks, Dale sees one he recognizes and waves in her direction. "Cody! There's liquor this way!" He calls as if he thinks his voice can be heard over the crowd. Well, it's worth a shot anyway. He lifts his glass in Cody's direction and has a long swig.

Celise stops mid unwrapping and tugs Lee over to the Blackjack table. "Quick before it fills up."

Lee spends a moment watching the little parcel leave his hands. The linen corners fold back from a simple wire shield framework, that serves to protect the... "Wha?" He stumbles along beside Celise.

Reaching for the glass Dale left behind on the bar, Ivy shifts the lollipops to her left hand. She doesn't actually seem to mind what is in it. Courage. Courage is in it. She drinks it down quickly sputtering and muttering a string of odd names under her breath. It might sound like a good six or eight odd names. Then she looks heavenwards--okay maybe it's pretty shiny ceilingwards but that could be a better place to look for direction.

As luck would have it they apparently walk in COMPLETELY the opposite direction. One might wonder how they get anything done on the Witch this way. Then again, its a much smaller ship and much easier to run into each other. It would be a comedy of errors if anyone was paying attention. Dale looks quite troubled as he murmurs to himself, "I -know- I didn't drink that much." He stands there for a minute looking puzzled as he wonders if Cody was some type of Black Jack smokin-n-bid for sexy meat mirage.

Istark slides in at the bar, beside Cody. To the bartender, or whoever is handing out drinks, he twists up his face, "I dunno... something you think I'll like?" He offers the man enough money for four or five drinks, "You want something, Cody? Something else, that is. I don't think the bartender's up there on the ceiling."

Cody sidles up to the bar, leaning her right hip against it with some relief. She orders a whiskey as Istark offers to buy the drink, and that at least gets her set to begin with. "Stars above, this place is crowded." Another glance around and then she blinks. "Oh, hey, isn't that Ivy? Hey, Ivy!" she calls out just to see if she's dreaming or not. A jaunty wave of her left arm, which might attract some attention, assuming Dale actually turns around to face the right way. "I was hoping to find you here, Ivy. But I thought Dale would be here too?"

"Coooo-Deee!" Ivy parodies an odd high note Howdy! The bartender has given her another full drink. She's looking pretty happy about that as she floats between people at the bar to head toward Cody and Istark. "I think it's vodka. It takes like--" she looks at the clear liquid. "Vodka?" She smiles brightly, she might not know. She very obviously doesn't care as she bumps someone with her hip to slide in near Cody. "Yum? Wanna lollipop?" She's got two in her left hand with her doctor's bag.

Meandering alongside Celise as they return to watch the rest of the auction play out, Lee casts a glance downwards when he notices that she's finally getting around to opening the packet again. The linen corners fold back from a simple wire shield framework, which houses a snowy white bracelet corsage, very simply arranged, with a single starry flower from the Spring-touched hillsides of Paquin, as a focal point. Lacy whorls of green trail out beneath it, all held together atop a band of azure beadwork. Lee's gaze has since risen to study his friend's reaction to the token, but pleased or not, he's soon looking up and away, as if he's just stopped agonizing over it, fully and completely.

Dale visibly cringes. Why, lord, why did he have to have an older sister? He would have been just fine with a puppy. He rubs his eyebrow, eyes the blackjack table thoughtfully and sighs. He wants to, it's clear but he remembers what gambling gets folks into. He shakes his head and goes back over towards the bar. He blinks when he sees Cody and Istark. "Hey, I guess i just missed yeh" he says sheepishly.

Celise blinks and looks down, her breath catches a little. "Oh Lee it is just lovely. Thank you!" Carefully lifting the corsage, she slips it gently onto her wrist before reaching up and planting a light kiss on his cheek. "However did you think of this?" She leans in to whisper. "I have never gotten flowers before." Her smile is a full one as she looks up, dimples and all as she leans in for a big warm hug, which she doesn't hold too long of course. That wouldn't be proper.

Istark is, of course, used to being missed. Not in the terribly emo 'I just don't MATTER' used to being missed, but in the 'It's my job to typically not attract attention to myself' way/ He offers polite, if unspectacular, greetings for both Dale and Ivy, and takes the drink the kindly bartender presses into his hand. It might be a gin and tonic. In fact, it probably is, "Thanks," he says to the man, before turning to one side to watch his shipmates. The doctor, it seems, is drunk, so he can rule out some prescription antacids tonight. Damn.

Mantissa offers Gabbie a little grin and steps up to the stage, looking Nysa over appreciatively. "Positively lovely," she grins at the pirate, "does she come with a leash and a muzzle?" she muses playfully, forking out the dough to Savannah.

Gabrielle nudges Tissa as she says, "Be nice, I told you." She then looks at Nysacire and smiles, before motioning towards the bar, "Wanna a rum? It'll be on me." She shoots Tissa another behave look, as she stands there next to her.

"Up next, will be Ivy Lambsey and Lochlan Wills," Savannah says, looking out over the crowd, waiting for Ivy to make her way up onto the stage. "Bidding starts at twenty-five credits.."

Cue the blank stare that comes to direct onto Mantissa and Gabbie. Now, earlier it was Lareina that provoked fear into her core but with those comments of leashes and a muzzle being said ontop of the previous comments... Well, perhaps that very fear has changed rather drastically. An /almost/ pleading look is sent out towards the Admiral from her height advantage on the stage until she is forced to remove from her perk. The boots fall slowly onto the ground as she makes her way warily off the stage. Eyes narrow as she flashes her gaze between Gabbie and Mantissa. "Ah ain't fookin' bein' put in no gorram muzzle nor leash." A quick glance around as she attempts to locate her own target that she bought for the evening before falling back onto gAbbie at the mention of rum. "Eh.. Ah guess.." Like a little lost puppy, she begins to move forward closer towards the duo.

Ivy blinks and glances toward the stage as if she were waiting for another Ivy Lambsey. She glances over the room once or twice, nope, she has to stop forward. Since she sees her brother approaching she asks him loudly. "Is it all right if I keep my drink?" She tries to pass off her doctor's bag to Dale as she steps away from the bar. She waves her drink back at Cody and Istark spilling only lightly.

Cody is absolutely not wearing pink penguin pajamas. Just for the record. She glances over at the stage and then blinks. "Oh. Uhm, Ivy? I think you're up." There, that she can suggest, though she herself actually seems to duck a bit, as her gaze flicks over the crowd. She's not up for sale at all, and right now that's probably a good thing. "In this crowd, not a problem, Dale. I mean, I didn't see you either. Are you truly going up there too? You two are much braver than I am." She offers a smile at Ivy and actually ends up a little closer to Istark without really noticing.

Dale grins nonchalantly at his sister, "Knock 'em dead, kiddo." he smiles at Istark and Cody and takes Ivy's bag. "I'll take care of this." He sniffs at the glass, "What are you doing drinking gin?!" he stares. To Cody he smiles, "I am indeed. Heck, it's fun." he winks.

"Oh. Well, don't crush it up straight away," Lee mutters, the boy's pleased smile disappearing into Celise's hair as he loops an arm carefully under her shawl-slippery arms, and squeezes her against his front, briefly. Looking over her head towards Mantissa and Gabrielle's table, he just stares for a moment of realization, gaze swiveling between the two of them and their expensive human prize. "That's... that's that mad-ass pirate vixen. Captain Lady Ma'am just bought her up," he says for Celise's benefit. "....You got the whip back to her, right 'Lise?"

"Yeah... I think it's gin," says Istark, taking another sip and nodding in assent, "Yep. Gin." It's not so bad, and so he nurses it at a moderate pace, with heavy emphasis on the 'moderate' for the nonce, before another burst of cheering erupts at one of the sundry tables, and he flinches, looking over his shoulder and muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Mantissa nods to Gabbie, "Rum's on me, doubt you've much coin left after your contribution," she remarks. She turns look down on Nysa, standing a good few inches above the woman. She brushes her fingers through the blonde's hair, glancing over her features. "S'okay, won't hurt you sweetie - so long's you behave," she gives her a positively charming smile. "Not my fault I get a crush for lovely, crazy pirate ladies. As the rum arrives, she offers Nysa the bottle and a seat beside the two of them.

Damian. WHere /is/ Damian anyway? Carmichael -had- wandered off to the john and hasn't gotten back yet. THe reason for this becomes apparent if Relkin goes looking for him, he's to be found in the ante-room of the men's, banging his head rhythmically on the wall. "Eejit, Eejit, Eejit." Methodically said, to the tune of each thonk. Seems his debarkle at the bar caught up with him.

Ivy heads toward the Savannah. She glances back toward Dale as if she were going to argue with him, but hell, the show must go on and if nothing else she's got show business in the blood. She waves once again toward the bar before taking her place. She might mumble something to the hostess as she passes but her smile is friendly.

Gabrielle looks at Nysa as she gets her to where they were seated, watching Tissa, as she shakes her head a little, and says. "Tissa.. your charm is showing," she sheakes her head in wonderment, before she says to Nysa, "Don't worry about Tissa.... she's all bite and no bark.. or is it all bark and no bite.. always get them mixed up.." She mutters off to herself.

Lochlan comes out of the blackjack table shaking his head slightly walking with the aid of the cane he looks about a moment then heads back for the tray of whiskey mixing himself a double and a shot of tonic. Knocking back a heaping gulp of it all at once then closing his eyes a moment.

Cody pokes Istark briefly as Ivy gets put up there on the stage. Not that she knows what she's doing with the whole idea, but even with the fun goings and comings, someone should start things off, right. "Did you say 25 credits?" she asks Savannah, just to see what will happen next. Hey, folks are forgetting about poor Ivy up there. So, Cody starts things off. Then she takes a drink of her whiskey and looks pleased with herself.

The moment the hand begins to reach out towards her hair, the tension is evident within the jaws as the teeth grind firmly against one another. Nysacire's head jerks backwards in an attempt to get away from the approaching hand that moves near her as she growls out through the teeth: "Ah don't like t' be touched by strangers without permission." Picky prize the couple have 'won' apparently! Once more in mid-way about to speak, her words suddenly come short at the announcet. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Yes that volume control is out the window. "AH CHANCE T' MAKE FROST THE BITCH!" Uh oh, that's seriously going to land her into shit as the colour drains from her face the moment she realizes /what/ she said..

Gabrielle gigggles suddenly at what Nysa says. "Mmm.. maybe we can all three pool or remaining resources.. she leans in to whisper too the two ladies. Before leaning back, looking all non-chalant, or so she thinks, in reality, she's looking at Frost with a very mischiouvous twinkle in her eyes.

Istark is pulled from consideration of his drink, and looks up as he realizes the good doctor is up for bids. He does a little computing, and calls out -- not entirely sure this is how it's done, but damn the torpedoes -- "Fifty?" Way to go, rocket scientist. Phrase it as a wuestion.

Celise blinks and just laughs at his comment. "They bought her huh? Was she the one that.. er.. escorted you to that ..er.. never mind. Right, whip.. Oh! Nope.. still in my backpack actually. She might need it huh?" As they head that way, she slips her hand easily into Lee's giving Tissa and Gabrielle a wide smile. "See you two got the prize." Her tone amused as she lightly nudges Lee to a chair and takes one herself. "I doubt I'd be brave enough to bet on him." Her head tilting Frost's way with a grimmace. <English>

"One thousand!" A voice calls from the woman's bathroom, the sound of retreating heels and a gruff, "Merde!" following the declaration as the bidder - Elyse - hurries back into the facilities again.

Nysacire's head cocks towards one side as her eyes drape over towards the two duo that 'won her'. The whisper draws her lips to curve into a sinister grin as she speaks within a hushed tone in response. Lifting her head after the whisper is made, she plops her arse right down onto a chair. One leg coming to cross over the other as she leans back. The mention of getting a prize, does not really register with the blonde until a few seconds later. Narrowing her eyes onto Celise, she watches the woman as she attempts to stir memory if she's ever seen her or not but failing badly in the process.

Mantissa peers at her two ladies, "Gabbie... no," she proclaims. "Anyway, if tha Queen's gonna bid then a: we can't match her money, b: we'll be in as much shit as Nysa," this prompts her to regard Nysacire quietly. "See, that's why I ask for a muzzle," she sighs teasingly. "It'll be fun," she winks at the pirate and offers Celise a little smile, "looks like!" she tells her.

Istark does a bit of computation again, and realizes he's completely outbid, and doesn't have that much to his name. With a grunt, he turns back to the bar, "I would've made a lousy broker," he says to Cody, taking another drink and then accepting another from the bartender.

Carmichael returns from the bathroom just in time for this madness, with a bit of a headache no less and just in time for -this- of all things. He's not wobbling any more either, just taking it nice and slow. Wow. Blinking black-rimmed eyes, he looks over at the stage, hearing calls of /Frost/ up for bid? Zoiks. "Hold up a wee bit, Frost's on th'block? He ain't even up there..." Clearly confused, the goth peers over at the purple-dreaded man, as if he's got an answer. Like that'll help.

Dale listens to the bidding gobing back and forth and smirks to himself. These people aren't gonna know what hit him. It'll be amusing just to gloat over this at Zander. He has a drink and chuckles at Istark and Cody. "I can't wait to see his face."

Cody just blinks as the hubbub grows, giving the man causing the stir a long look. Well, she's allowed to look, right? Course then she blinks as Istark outbids her, laughing slightly. The voice from the bathroom, that gets another blink and then a "Stars!" That's way out of her league. "I'm glad I'm not up there, I think I'd spontaneously combust."

As it turns out, Lee stands away from Celise, appearing a mite disturbed by recent developments. At first opportunity, he gently disengages his hand from hers. "Be back, gonna hunter-gather-up some more t'drink," he relays over his shoulder as he goes. Looking distractedly towards the stage at the announcements, the young man's eyes crest over the Noble and rest on Ivy for a lingering moment. "Tiger Lady," he utters with some surprise, and jumps his attention from her to the bar, and then back again. Turning from his set course, Lee veers towards the stage, extending an arm to lean there, and simply watch the woman currently up for bid. "One thousand?" he echoes a little bleakly, as the price rises on a rather steep curve. "Is that dollars or credits?"

"One-thousand credits is the current bid. Are there any others?" Savannah glances around at the crowd for a moment, and then back to the woman on the stage, as she waits to see if there are any other bids.

Zoning in and out of attention span is Nysacire until the whispers come to plague upon her once more. Murmuring in her own soft reply, the shoulders roll into a small shrug soon afterwards. "Wai-Muzzle?!" It took her a moment to recall at least /part/ of the conversation going on around her. Eyes widening as she scan across the current ones present around the table. "Wha the fuck yah'll plannin' t' do with me? What the fuck did I sign up for?"

"Who the hell are we bidding on?" asks Istark, "You know, this is bloody embarassing; My JOB is to be observant." He rolls eyes at his own lack of proverbial clue, and, peering through the crowd, he notes Passe, and at least gets that the man -was- bidding on Ivy, and so he nods and reiterates, "Yeah. Lousy broker, too," he scratches at one ear and then looks down at Cody once more, offering a tight, self-effacing little smile, "Have I mentioned that I'm poor?" Rhetorical question, most likely, because now he just leans against the bar and takes another drink.

For reasons inexplicable, as the 'thousand' bid gets called out as the winner so far, Carmichael facepalms. Loudly. With a slap.

Celise is busy getting a drink and with one movement her leg crosses and swings gently to and fro. Sipping at her champaigne, her gaze scans the crowd idly.

Gabrielle grins as she looks at Nysacire and says softly, "You signed up for a nice night with us two ladies, and since your part of Frost's crew, you'll get treated nicely," Gabrielle glares at Tissa, "And with no muzzles.. but a leash and collar sound nice." <English>

Ivy's hands go behind her back as she looks around the room. She might have an impulse to give a little speech at this point but she kills it down right well. When Istark yells out Ivy sends a little wave his direction. "You still owe me a medical examination even if you aren't buying me!" She calls out as if she has had one too many drinks or she likes to play doctor, or hell, like she is a medic. She might not think about how that comes out, oh well, maybe nobody else will either.

Mantissa nods to Gabbie, "Obviously," she shrugs at Nys. She glances over at Gabbie, "Naw, no leash nor collar if you're nice," she smiles to Nys. "Well... maybe for Gabbie," her eyes settle on her browncoat evilly, "I've a mind to show you how much I can bite," she winks. Settling back to the pirate, she shrugs, "Nothing you won't enjoy eventually at least, I promise. If you don't like women I've got strapons..." she blinks innocently at her.

Nysacire's head suddenly pivets towards one side, scanning quite frantically across the crowd for sign of the one she bought as a slave. Alas, no luck as he seems to have drifted off somewhere just as history repeats itself - as Torr drifted off after buying her previously. Karma's a bitch like that. Finally drifting back between Gabrielle and Mantissa, she shifts a bit uneasily within her seat. "Uh, y'know me religion says Ah can't.. um.." Pause, think.. think.. think.. "Do anythin' sinny. Like uhh.." Okay, so she's a really bad lier.. "Wait?! Strap on?!" Cue dead silence for a few long moments. "Um.. I tink me religion says no sex 'fore marriage without permission from uh.." Glancing around wildly until coming to land onto Frost's visage. "Me god sayin' so." Lifting a hand upwards, she motions vaguely towards Frost's direction. "Tis t' prevent spawn hellions an' uh sinny stuff."

"You and me both, actually," Cody tells Istark with a grin. "But did you hear that? A thousand credits! That's a good haul for a charity. Very nice." She pauses and then calls out, "Hey, good job, Ivy!" And then drinks most of her whiskey down, since she's way behind on this drinking thing. Course she does give Dale a glance as she says, "Do you think Zander will be upset? I hope not. It is a good cause. I think."

Dale glances over at the woman who bid on his sister and gives her a grin. "Well, this'll be much easier to explain. Y'see Zander digs Chick on Chick action." he winks at Cody for some inexplicable reason and has a long pull of his mug again. "A very good haul." <English>

Gabrielle blushes as she looks at Tissa, before she looks back over to Nysacite, and then to Frost, and then back. "Thats the fun thing, hon, there won't be any spawning of any sort.. and I doubt he'd look down on it. Hell.. I'd bet that he'd want us to set up a video camera, so he could film it, then sell it for money," she says with a grin as she stands there. "Wouldn't that be fun though," she adds with abit of a smirk, "So do you really want us to ask Frost.. 'cause we might."

To say that Lee is taking his sweet time rejoining the crew at Celise's table is a bit of an understatement. The kid hasn't moved from his position near the stage at all, still leaning there even though the latest object of his interest has already been snapped up. He spies a passing waiter, and helps himself to another champagne glass.

Elyse emerges from the bathroom again, her hair (and birthmark) in order. She has a wide, somewhat lascivious grin on her face that ill befits a demure lady, anticipating no doubt that her madcap, bathroom-yelled bet has just won her a pirate king. And for so cheap! Moving away from the bathroom entranceway, however, it soon becomes apparent to her that her bet was a misfire, as Frost is /not/ the one climbing down from the stage. She's won herself...a short woman. She blinks, and then a slow, slow smile takes over her expression. A husky laugh later, and the woman strides forward, delving into her purse to pull out her checkbook. She flashes Ivy a brief smile, and finds a surface to write out a check with a flourish, before passing it to Savannah. No one can ever know this was a mistake. No. All smiles.

Mantissa nods with an understanding sigh at Nysa, "I know love, I know it goes," she puts an arm on her shoulder. "Have an incy-wincy little bit of evil gay sex and yer almighty sends down waves o' flaming demons after you," she looks over at her compassionately. "But don' worry, we got ourselves shotguns an 'oly cricifixes. No dam' succubi and cacodemons are gonna stop us from havin' our fun."

Celise spies Lee over by the stage now, and her eyes narrow slightly. She looks between the woman on the stage and then back to Lee before back to the woman again. She growls a bit and rizes before weaving her way through landing near to him. "Seeing as she has your attention, perhaps you should give her this." Tugging the corsage off, she drops it effortlessly onto the stage in front of him before turning and heading toward the exit.

For her part Ivy doesn't seem to be bothered by being won by Elise, a little confused and possibly drunk at this point but not annoyed. "Howdy," she says moving closer. "I'm Dr. Ivy Valerica Lambsey." She seems more than happy to get off the stage and give someone else their fifteen minutes of glory.

Gabrielle looks from Nysa to Tissa and then back to Nysa. "Um.. Tissa.. I think we might have broke her," she says with a small giggles, as she gently pokes the pirate she is sitting next to.

Lochlan clears his throat a bit not used to this much attention and tucks his arms and had behind him glancing out with his amber eyes at the group. "Save a child.. buy yerself a cowboy.." grinning a bit he shifts his weight to his right leg letting his left rest.

Mantissa pecks Nysa lightly on the cheek while she's incapacitated. "And /that's/ how you deactivate a pirate," she nods to Gabbie, sitting on the other side from teh pirate woman at their table. "Don't worry, we'll put her back together. Stronger... faster... hornier..."

Carmichael lifts his hand, waving the cigarette at the auctioneer. "Ah'll give ye a grand fer the cowboy..."

BAM! Like a shot right to the chest, that peck on the cheek draws Nysacire to instantly scrunch up in her chair. "Ah fuggin' 'ell.. Ah hate mush y crap.." Swiftly lifting a gloved hand to her cheek, she instantly begins to vigorously rub against it. The gaze roaming outwards, falling onto Carmichael with a flash of a glare - for unknown womany reasons probably. Then back onto Mantissa as the last word finally catches her ears, "Eh.. hornier?"

"Uh..?" Lee lowers his flute o' bubbly to look perplexedly aside, after Celise, erm, deflowers herself. "Wha just happened?" he asks the girl's back, completely gobsmacked by her remark. He turns back to eye the abandoned corsage for clues. "Wasn't attentioning nobody. Was just watchin'," he mumbles into his glass while tipping back for another gulp.

Dale chuckles at Passe, "My sister's a minx. They'll get their money's worth." He grins. "Hi, I'm Dale. This is my boss, Cody and Istark. Fun times tonight." He indicates the stage, "I'm up at some point."

Gabrielle waits for Nysacire to be occupied with the one cheek, before she leans in and gives a wet kiss to the pirate's other cheek, grinning as she rubs the woman's stomach for awhile. "Don't like mushy.. well that could be right up Tissa's aisle.. but it'll probably mean a muzzle," she says.

Carmichael smirks at the stage, drags on his cigarette. "Ah think ah just won m'self a cowboy, does this mean I get to save a horse t'night I wonder?" But he's winking at Lochlan. "Or if'n I'll give ya as a gift to yer gal. Kerwyn'll be pleased, I reckon. A day of havin' ya as a slave, eh Loch?"

"I guess she'll be okay," Cody says. "I'm kinda not at all sure about all this bidding and such." Well, that shouldn't be a surprise to much of anyone at all who knows the slender engineer. "But then, I wouldn't know where to even begin." She's not really involved in the bidding, though she's sort of keeping a watch on Ivy. "And i might really end up in trouble if I got bid on." Her cheeks go pink just thinking about it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Doctor. I'm Elyse Dupont. A thousand credits in our collective name for the orphans, oui?" Elyse smiles, returning her pen to her clutch. Yes, it's all for the orphans. She raises her hand and toys with the pearldrop at her throat, and looks around the busy interior for a moment, before fixing pale eyes on Ivy once more. "Doctor, I think you may have been won by the least demanding individual here this evening. I assume you came with others? Having 'won' you, I'm happy to let you go and continue to enjoy the evening with your familiar company. I'm going to have to take the stage to be bid on myself, and whoever wins my company may want to keep it," she chuckles.

Istark finishes his drink and is in the midst of waving another off when, changing his mind on the spot, he says, "Okay. One more. A double... yes, a double's fine," to the bartender, who is apparently having a good time egging him on, "But that's it. I've already had more to drink than the past seven years, put together." So this will make a grand total of four, and while he's too in control of his motor skills to be -- visibly, at least -- sloppy drunk, he is still inebriated. A pleasant feeling, and discomforting at the same time,. He sets about doing what is meant to be done to this last drink, approaching it with the odd mixture of a man who is determined to do a job and force himself to have fun.

All that information might be more than Ivy can take in right now but she smiles and nods to Elyse as if she does understand it all--maybe it's starting to sink through somewhere. "Thank you, Miss Elyse." Her smile is wide and friendly as she leans forward slightly trying to lower her voice to say, "But if you change your mind, I have had a girlfriend before--there are things a woman can do to another woman that just aren't the same with--" but she doesn't need to go there her brother is waiting at the bar and he already knows she's a handful.

Passe nods to Dale, and looking at the other two he says, "Boss? As in a ship? Captain? Officer?" Passe is directing most of his questions Cody's way, though Istark is of course given polite glances. "And are you going to be put up?" he asks Cody, jerking his head towards the auction block?

Maggie heads to the stage. She curtseys to the crowd, the hem of her dress sweeping over the cuffs of her boots. "Magdelyn Anders, your pleasure is.... mine to consider, and perhaps to grant," A smooth gesture with one hand to encompass the room and mischevious look at the bidders. "or not!"

Jasmine glances up, and notices that someone is on the block. Partly so that her voice might be heard in the room, and partly to join in the fun and games, she calls out, "A hundred credits on Magdelyn."

Elyse obligingly leans forward a smidgen when Ivy goes all conspiratory on her. What she murmurs has her brows raising, and a rather delighted smile lifting her cranberry-glossed lips. "My my," she murmurs, feigning surprise as she splays fingers on her chest and draws back. From the look of things, she's trying very hard not to outright laugh with delight. "I will indeed keep that in mind, you're most kind. In the event we do not meet later, enjoy your evening." /That/ interaction is deserving of a toast; she snags a passing champagne flute, and raises it to the doctor before taking a long sip, amusement fixed on her features.

Lee sinks into a little more of a slouch against the stage, with a last glance over his shoulder towards the exit through which Celise has apparently marched. With a weighted, broody sigh, he rests his chin down on one forearm, gazing narrowly at the still-fresh fleur. With a bat of his drinkin' hand, it goes careening off the edge. "Hundred whatevers!" the boy calls up to the podium. Impulse Shopper, thy name is Lee.

Cody goes pale for a moment, and her shoulders hunch up a bit. "Oh no, not me," she replies to Passe swiftly. The pink that takes over from the pale starts on her cheeks and just continues on. At least where it is visible, anyway. "And I'm in charge of engineering on Sulchar Baobh now, actually. Though it's kind of new being anyone's boss." Hah. Cody's first minion. Lucky Dale.

Jasmine hears someone call her name, and with a sigh of relief she turns toward the voice. But before she can move, she is accosted by a servant, who begs her coat from her. Rather than risk an argument which might cause a delay, she gives up the coat and fedora, revealing a different outfit than one might expect to be worn beneath.

Ivy can't help but be drawn to Elyse's cranberry-glossed lips, she watches for a time before pulling herself toward the bar. At least her step is lighter and she has a wide grin as she approaches her brother. "Did you see that? She's -hawt-." Unfortunately, she's not thinking about Cody's reaction to that or anyone elses. She might be considering how fast she can get her next vodka or gin or whatever and whatever comes after that.

Maggie gives the last bidder a cheeky grin, and a lift of her eyebrow.

As Maggie takes the stage, Sam gets a little quick step in her gait. She makes her way up to the stage and rests on the edge of it, head in her hand as she looks up to Maggie. She then reaches into her pocket. "2000 Credits on the Doc." She says with conviction and grins up to the Doc with a sparkle in her eyes.

Dale smiles at Passe, and grins at Cody. "She'd fetch a fine sum if she did." He eyes his sister as she saunters up. "*You* are incorrigible." He laughs and has more to drink. His plan is to get as loose as possible before going on stage, yes.

The bartender gets a generous tip for being friendly enough to hoist yet another double on Istark, and an 'Okay, but honestly, this one's it," delivered with a friendly smile, and for the time it takes a hummingbird to flap its wings a few dozen times, the man actually has dimples, "Bedtime and all, getting close, and I still have to find the ship." He looks at Cody now, notes the conversation swirling about her, and says absolutely nothing. He's damn good at that.

"Bidding is closed at two-thousand credits," Savannah says as she looks back out across the crowd. "Gabrielle and Mantissa, you're up now. Bidding still begins at twenty-five credits."

Passe turns his attention to his second failed attempt tonight, that being Ivy, and smirks at her declaration. "And I think she's French," he says, his own French accent slightly coming to the surface. He winks at Ivy, as though there's some unspoken joke there, before nodding to Dale. "I agree, completement." But before Passe can say more, a 2,000 credit bid is thrown out by a familiar voice. He turns and looks curiously. "Ha! Two thousand for the doctor of my boat," he muses more to himself than anyone else. "I wonder from whom..."

Sam reaches a hand up and offers to help Maggie down off the stage. "Couldn't help myself."

Lee grunts evenly to himself as his bid is quickly trodden into the dust by the wealthier contenders. Only then does he look further up for a glimpse of what he was willing to invest half his personal worth towards. "Jumpin' Buddha Meow-Cats," he blasphemes after a moment of staring at Maggie. He glances down the rim of the stage towards the winner Sam waits, and has to let a grudging smile twist his mouth. "Wager she's worth least that much. Congrats again."

It's safe to say Elyse is in a good mood after that. A thousand credits for the orphans, and a thousand credit smile plastered on those lips behind the champagne flute. The flute itself is, of course, going to start wearing the reapplied gloss, but no matter. Icy eyes scan the crowd, looking for amusements to sustain the smile on her lips - and lo, what's this? Nysa's not been forgotten, not with that 'Lord Pussy' yell, and it just so happens that her visual curiosity is rewarded with...a panicked look. Her eyebrows raise, and her smile remains. A silent look that asks: 'what would you like me to do about that?'

"You," Maggie informs Sam witha wide grin and wrinkled nose. "Are shameless!"

"Indeed I am." Sam grins to Maggie.

Maggie gives the auctioneer a polite bow, thanks, and a murmered "I hope the orphanage goes well" as she steps off to meet the winning bidder.

Dale whispers in Cody's ear.

Cody's eyes go a bit wide and she stares at Dale. Then she laughs. "Sure, I will," she says aloud. Course, she figures that's a safe bet, cause the way things are going, she will be outbid before she can blink. Istark gets a glance, but he's gone quiet, and Cody's not at all sure what to make of him really. "I think I need another drink," she mumbles, and the waiter who's been giving Istark a hard time simply passes hers over. Yay, her second whiskey of the night.

Ivy is still watching Elyse and that interesting champagne flute that gets the attention. She tries to pull her attention back to the bar as a drink is passed into her hands. She doesn't care what it is, she lifts it to drink from it. "Did you say incorrigible, Dale?" She notices Cody and waves at her again.

Passe chuckles to himself, seeing who the victor of Maggie was. Seems appropriate, though not surprising in the least. A waiter random walking by, Passe steals a flute of who-knows-what, raises it in the air and gives Sam and Maggie a long distance toast, whether they see it or not. Then seeing who is next, a thought suddenly dons on the Frenchman. Passe smirks, and then turning to the four he is with, he bows slightly and says, "Cody, was indeed a pleasure seeing you again, and yes, you would go for a lot. To the rest, a'dieu." Without waiting, he turns and heads towards the bar where Nysacire was left alone.

Dale looks smug, yes. "I may have not used the exact right words, sister dearest." He reaches over and cuffs her shoulder playfully the way brothers do. "Be careful on the way back, Doc." he warns istark.

Not only has Istark gona all quiet, but he's gone all... gone. Even drunk, it seems as if he has a habit of moving into and out of places with the objective of not being noticed. And tonight is no exception to that rule.

Seemingly unawares that her purchase is ogling her, Elyse watches Nysacire fall and rise again. She twirls the champagne in her glass idly, as one would do with wine, though the effect on the champagne is simply that it fizzles about some. Her ensuing sip is hardly the focused taste of a gourmand, but a distracted sip the suggests she's deriving far more headiness from the antics surrounding her than the booze at her lips. Briefly gone in a moment of contemplation, the sly smile returns. She seems content to stay on her own for now, holding the elbow of her drinking hand. She has the best view of everything right here in the middle, after all.

After a moment's awe indulged over the skyrocketing bid, Lee crouches down slowly to collect an object from the ground. He ducks away from the stage to thread his way around to the salon exit, discarding his drink on a table. Snapping the white flower off the beaded wrist band, he tosses the former onto another table, and slips the latter snugly over his own wrist.