Luminarya eventually discovered an issue that would be a major problem with her getting into this 'ball' as some would call it.  After rummaging through her clothing for long enough, she realized that she didn't really have anything to wear to it.  She had no dresses, and she wasn't the type of girl to go around in a dress flirting and acting slutty anyway.  Her scars and her hair just didn't fit in with the pretty little dress look, and she certainly didn't have any jewelry to her name either.<br/><br/>Ultimately her wardrobe fell into two major categories.  Work clothing, and casual clothing.  Obviously none of her casual wear was appropriate for an occasion like this.  That meant that the only thing that she could really wear would be the professional work suit that they had given her when she joined the crew.  This was the one and only piece of clothing that she had hanging up on the wall, still perfectly pressed on it's hanger, since she had never worn it before.<br/><br/>Thinking about her options for a bit, she realized that she would look pretty foolish being the only girl at this formal get together in her work suit.  All of the others were likely wearing dresses and fancy jewelry and all of the things that she didn't have, and that she wouldn't have wanted to wear even if she did.<br/><br/>The bottom line was that Arya wasn't cut out for formal events.  She would go, and probably make a fool of herself.  The free food was tempting, but at the moment that was the only thing that she could really say was making her want to go.  She felt rather abandoned.  Her parents were gone, and so were all of the technicians that she had known on Mercury.  Now, she was pretty much alone, other than the technician friends she had made since coming here, and she'd feel even more foolish if one of them saw her there looking all un feminine.<br/><br/>In the end her stomach won the day.  She went to take a quick shower, before her roommate could get back, then she dressed up in the crisp and proper looking work suit that they'd given her.  Cursing herself for being so masculine she ended up at the disgusting little dance eventually, taking the longest route she could think of between her room and the mess hall so that she could prolong her freedom as much as possible.  When she arrived, she spent most of her time hugging her side and looking away from people, trying not to draw attention to herself.  She went to the buffet and gathered up whatever she thought she would like, then found a quiet corner to sit in and eat her food.  She really didn't expect to see anyone who knew her, or for them to come talk to her if they did know her.  Her plans consisted largely of sitting in that corner quietly until this accursed event was over.  Luckily, the long sleeves of her work clothing hid her arms, and the majority of her scars, but her blue hair still made her stick out like a giraffe at a school dance. She cringed whenever someone walked by, expecting to be reprimanded for her poor appearance, and continued to hope that everyone would pretty much just leave her alone.<br/><br/>By now she was sure that Mordecai, the Rear Admiral, and hell even that guy that had bumped into her probably all had their own dressed up little flowers to dote over, and they'd forgotten all about her.  She didn't know any girls on the ship very well yet, since most of them weren't mechanics, so she didn't really have anyone in particular to wonder about there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>