Martin Crieff Memorial Residence Hall Dedication Gala

[arkham_npc]

Who: All Survivors
Where: Cafeteria/Terrace
What: Martin Crieff Memorial Residence Hall Dedication Gala
When: Monday Evening

Comments

To Sam - outside his door... will make it to party very quickly we hope..

[notrosesshadow]

"Sam! It's just a party. Please will you come?"

Martha was standing outside Sam's door in a black dress patterned with flowers she'd found. She'd have to thank Mr Harry Summers when she saw him for finding all the clothes.

So she was all dressed up and, instead of actually going to the party, she was working on Sam to leave his room. "It'll be fun. If for no other reason then this is probably the only time you'll ever see me in a dress. And heels."

[likely_evil]

There was a suit jacket hanging on the back of his door. One of the recovery team members had thrown it at him and remarked that it would hopefully fit his large frame. He was sitting on his desk, staring at it and just closing his eyes.

He didn't want to go. He really didn't want to go because all it would be would be people standing in a room chatting and dancing and he always felt awkward in rooms full of people.

Dressed up people.

But he couldn't just let Martha stand in the hallway and yell at him through the door, so he opened it to let her in. He was wearing the pants and a nice shirt already, in his socks, and looking put out.

"I'm not a party person."

[notrosesshadow]

Martha's about to knock again when suddenly the door opens and there's Sam looking very dashing. She's not gaping... not at all... but she is definitely a little tongue-tied at first.

"See, you look great! You'll be fine. Now come on. It beats blood, guts, and slime. And slime really wreaks havoc with my hair."

[likely_evil]

As he turns around, he realizes just what she is wearing and it takes him a moment to remember how to form words again. he just swallows and reaches for the tie, focusing on getting it tied around his neck.

Not thinking about it as a noose. Not at all.

"Well, the last party this place had was invaded by a zombie, so don't be too sure about that."

[notrosesshadow]

She smiles when he actually takes a look at her. "Well, I can't hide a machete in here... so the zombies should stay away."

She stands up on tip toe to help him with the tie. He really is abnormally tall. Or maybe she's just abnormally short.

[likely_evil]

"I'd be impressed if you could."

When his tie was on, he grabbed the jacket off the door and shrugged it on. He then went to his desk and opened up the filing cabinet drawer and looked for a small gun, tucking it into the back of his pants.

"You can never be too careful though. I'll pack for the both of us."

And then he stepped into his shoes and suddenly looked a lot more sophisticated. "You know, the only time I wear this kind of stuff is when I'm pretending to be a federal agent..."

[notrosesshadow]

"There... very dapper if I say so myself," Martha grinned. "And tall... I should have found higher heels." But she could run better with lower heels, so maybe not.

"Come on... a night of fun won't kill you. And look? The skirt twirls..." She turned once just to show that it did twirl nicely. Because twirly skirts made everything better.

[likely_evil]

It did make him smile, and he just shrugged. "We don't know that for certain, but I'll try to at least look like I'm having fun. I've warned you that I don't know how to dance, right?"

He actually did, but he wasn't that good at it so it was better to say he didn't. Saved him the embarrassment.

[notrosesshadow]

Martha stops dead in her tracks. "You don't dance? But you can walk! If you can walk you can dance. And I'm wearing a swirly skirt. I have it on good authority that if someone's wearing a twirly skirt, you are under obligation to dance with them."

Martha wasn't quite sure why she was so giddy. It probably had something to do with the fact that she was a bit nervous. Party. Lots of people.

[likely_evil]

"If I dance for you, I will make no promises that I won't end up stepping on your toes and randomly falling into you. I'm a klutz sometimes."

He did find it adorable on how fascinated she was on her swirly skirt. she was acting like a girl, and not a hardened warrior or a medic. It was different, and nice.

[notrosesshadow]

Martha waved her hand as though him falling into her was a trifling problem. Even if he was a tree compared to her.

"I'm not that great of a dancer either. But it's fun. Besides, this party is to honor Martin who is the one of the few who hasn't come back. I think it's important we be there."

And then they were there... and there were people. People who were upright and talking instead of in makeshift hospital beds. She drew closer to Sam and took his hand. Fun... right. Whose idea was it to go to the party? Oh yes... hers.

[likely_evil]

He felt her hand in his, knowing that it was a sign that she was nervous or worried. He squeezed it a bit and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "We can still go back and hide in my bedroom."

[notrosesshadow]

"Then we'd be cowards," she whispered back. "Besides, I may have promised people I would be here.

[likely_evil]

"I'd be okay with that," he stated, but just gave her hand another squeeze. "Maybe a drink would help."

[notrosesshadow]

Martha looked up at him. "Perhaps, but that man did sacrifice himself for us to live. We should at least make an appearance. Then we can go back to your room. Or my room."

She grinned at the idea of a drink. "Have you ever had a hypervodka?" she asked... then her face fell slightly. "Well... actually they may not have hypervodkas here. It's sort of from the future."

[likely_evil]

"Yeah, I've had that stuff." He patted his jacket where there was a flask inside a pocket. "I prefer to bring the stuff I know."