<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Wilde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maggie, Isis, Emmie, Hitomi, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talk talk talk<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>The mission went smoothly so far. Three more jack-o-lanterns glowed from the candles within, and not a single threat showed itself--but wait! Something approached at three o'clock--a bunny. It looked like a friend, and Trent confirmed this when he saw the familiar face underneath the floppy ears. He smiled at Emmie as she approached. Like Miss H, she didn't recognize what the costume was from, but he didn't expect much different--Emmie didn't look like much of a gamer. He chuckled a little. "No--well, I am part machine, so you're kinda right. I'm Commander Shepard, first human Spectre." He fully turned toward her and saluted. "I like your costume, by the way."<br/><br/>Emmie started talking to Hitomi, so Trent returned to the task at hand. There was just one more pumpkin left. By the time he reached it, he heard Isis speak to him again. Her words almost surprised him, but it didn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "Really? What do you have it for? Maybe we could kick some Reaper butt sometime?"<br/><br/>Before he could get too wrapped up in the subject, he lit the candle and placed it in the jack-o-lantern. Almost as soon as he had, he saw Miss H approaching him. "Mission complete!" Trent held out the bag, letting her take one of the candles. "I'll set the rest in the lounge." He set off for his new destination by taking the few steps it took to get there. He set the bag on an endtable, hoping they would be okay there. Just as he turned around, the music cut off. Maggie spoke. Time to eat!<br/><br/>The aromas were so inviting. He was about to head over in the direction of the food, but Hitomi spoke to him. Trent made sure to keep his gaze above her shoulders. "Uh, yeah, yep, video game--Mass Effect." He smiled. "Halo's a pretty good guess, though. The armor does look like it could be from that. I, uh, like your costume." He tried not to sound uncomfortable when he complimented her, but he feared the emotion might have trickled out with his words. He did want to like the costume, but his upbringing made it hard to appreciate something so...revealing. Over the past few years, he was growing more comfortable with it, but it was still a work in progress.<br/><br/>Trent took the glass Hitomi handed him and listened to her toast. "Friendship!" he said with a grin before downing the shot. Now time for food. It all looked so good. Looking at it all, it almost made him feel bad. Everyone had brought something to the party, it seemed like. He wasn't much of a cook, and bringing something like veggies hadn't crossed his mind. But wait! He had candy! He could go grab that--no, wait, he remembered now; that bag had about five pieces left after his binge last night.<br/><br/>Okay, he wouldn't eat much. It wouldn't be fair. He decided on a little of Mrs. Holloway's chili. Once he had a bowl of it, he took a seat at the nearest table.<br/><br/>