[color=lightskyblue]> S P A R K S ,   A C I R A S   I T
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[color=lightskyblue]	> >[/color] John adjusted his bowtie for the last time.  He really didn't like having to wear them, but sometimes he got drafted from his usual job and put on other duties.  In this case, "other duties" required him to wear a three piece suit, and the unfortunate bowtie.  At least they let him leave his hair its sky blue hue, a splash of gentle color in contrast to the black and white of his clothing.  He had a bluetooth walkie nestled discreetly in one ear, so he was reachable in case of emergencies, but most of his usual tech was either left behind or secreted in one of his several pockets.  He was signed off for the duration of the event -- barring catastrophe, or a reasonable excuse to be otherwise.

He swept his designated tray up off the counter and balanced it on one splayed hand, then pushed out the side door into the ballroom proper, taking up his position among the other servitors.  It was hard for him to keep from smiling.  They looked like a bunch of penguins scattered about the room, but that wouldn't last.  The bright colors of noble attire would cover them like wildflowers taking over a bare lot.

He could see the lady of the hour and her family, greeting the guests as they entered.  Princess Ayleanna was a sweetheart, and she was handling her upcoming marriage with enthusiasm.  She always had a friendly word for the castle staff, especially the fellow that kept her net connection alive and well.  She wouldn't be saying hello at the event, of course, but he'd have a chance to watch all the guests, and that was a good way to pass the time.