<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ca3TZA_WwAAhzzc.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 14:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Resist & Rebel t-shirt, jeans, dress shoes<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>This Here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWgUAwqgf3k)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to opening ceremonies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Dr. Broussard, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The last thirty-six hours had been surreal.  In particular; arriving in Scotland.  He had been busy during the flight over, checking out the other people in first class and wondering which ones might also be heading to Dellban.  Since arriving he realized that the waters here ran deep.  Everyone here was a tiger in one way or another.  It made him anxious.  It gave him a lot of points of concern.  A lot of targets.<br/><br/>Yes...there was a seemingly-bottomless supply of wildly attractive women but since arriving he found himself focused more on just who was better than him...and at what.<br/><br/>He entered the ballroom albeit as late as he dared on the first day and he moved in a wandering, crooked line through the room and the people present as he looked up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>"What...the...fuck?", he growled quietly to...well...no one in particular as he took in the decor of the room.  He moved forward but slowly turned in a circle as he did, taking in the overwhelming presence of the room, stopping suddenly when his foot bumped up against a chair leg.  Pausing...looking about as he realized he was in the center of the room and was in the process of deciding what to do next when a man stood and began to address all of the people in the room.  Jack's eyes narrowed slightly as took in the sight of the man, listening.  He stood in front of everyone...speaking so easily and so confidently.  Jack was envious of that.<br/><br/>He listened to all that the man said, still standing where he had stopped in the middle of the room.  A soft, squeaking sound spilling from him as he pressed his tongue against the outside of his teeth and sucked on them.  Thinking...processing...<br/><br/>All of this...all of it...seemed a little too good to be true.<br/><br/>"Still...a free ride."  He reminded himself quietly.  His brow was furrowed in thought as looked about, taking in the sights of all the food and drink and people that were available.  After thinking about it, he moved with a purpose, winding his way through the tables and without slowing down he reached out and grabbed a stick of grilled asparagus that was on a shining, silver platter nearby.  He placed it on his mouth, almost as though a cowboy would with a piece of straw, chewing on it and it was...well...it might have been the best thing he'd ever put in his mouth...ever.   So much so that he paused and pulled the chewed asparagus out of his mouth, a curious look on his face forming as he checked to make sure it was indeed asparagus only to the chew it down altogether.  Wiping both hands on the thighs of his jeans he proceeded to move to the head table.<br/><br/>He approached the man that had been speaking and without hesitation he extended his hand towards him across the table and offered a short, sharp nod of his head.  "Jack Spratowski."