[b][h1][centre][color=f49ac2][i]Isabella Daphne Belle[/i][/color][/centre][/h1][/b]

[b][h3][centre]  [color=f49ac2]location = Baseball Stadium Golden ticket Box[/color][/centre][/h3][/b]



Isabella was a little out of her comfort zone. For one she was about as good at Spanish as could handle gators. If they spoke robot for sure, computer languages were easy in comparison with fixed unbending rules and no problematic human complexities. Two she liked music but talking about it, now dance yes, musically talented... No, never. The ears of animals 100 miles away would fear her musically. 

Swaying to the music watching the Delta City team, well she thought it was taking the lead. The close up of exactly what sports blessed human anatomy could be rather distracting. Especially in tight uniforms. Easy on the eyes... 

Least she was comfortable, glad she chose not to wear the dress she could have planned, feeling the wind pick up a little on exposed legs was blissful in the southern humidity. Why did she move to this sweltering state where the humidity was higher than tbe homeless man saying moon Nazis where among them. [color=f49ac2]"I only speak robot and English. Multiple languages of robot admitly."[/color] Noticing her glance at the a unsure burst of foreign languages and not being only one lost in the situation. 

The change to music was obvious however it also took her into n different territory. [color=f49ac2]"Irregular but good, it certainly was compelling and rather memorable" [/color]. Their whole band matched that description really, they all where a mismatched lot but they were successful nonetheless. Commenting on the music. 

The chaos was... Impossible to turn away as one of the women was picked up by an larger man and made rather the spectacle. Rather the dramatic drama but what else did a band with rebellion in their name do? Did she play?

[color=f49ac2]"Not unless you want to replace all this lovely glass... Move to it, not play it. Better for everyone's ears."[/color] Her musical ability was almost the exact opposite of her dancing and coding skills... Their existence was mythical and as less documented than reliable proof of bigfoot or the loch ness monster.

Drinking her fruity cocktail nibbling on pineapple slice contently. It was a strange party, not knowing anyone here made it quite strange. A little awkward but life was for living and embracing it. [color=f49ac2]"So, Cheers?"[/color] Trying to fit in, to be honest she was a little socially off balance. Give her nerds, overly amorous dance partners or so... This however... Was tricky. Not mind a twirl with a few here in fact… 

The blonde woman had joined the group, dressed casually but nicely with a easy relaxed style giving a polite wave, bar being part of their group it seemed she had yet to give away clues and did not far as she recalled to be a band memeber. Honesty she was a little bit jealous how well she pulled off casual. Isabella always was abit more on the showy or dressy side. Casual was not so natural. 

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