[color=f7976a][b]Seven[/b][/color]
Location: Somewhere at the "party"
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[color=f7976a]"...assignment received...executing..."[/color]

Those were the only words Jake muttered under his breath as he blended in wearing the "suit" he had on hand for stealth missions on foot...or for related assignments such as this.

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Being roughly 6'2", his average size plus his suit with a prepared "fake ID" would help him blend in as if he truly was apart of the staff on the ship and not a framewerk pilot. For Jake, this was just a "training assignment" of sorts since he'd been on more dangerous assignments but it also had it's consequences.

From what happened before...he was sure this "punishment" was to make him realize that the rules here were different from his service with The Numbers...Ritsu especially made it clear on that note.

He merely stood in the corner but did note the other pilots sharing a table together it seemed. Considering he had been wearing his pilot suit and even the helmet before, he was sure most of them wouldn't recognize him. Though he imagined those that were on "Team Apple" during the VR test could since he had removed his helmet more than once.

But then there was Cadet Lucius...something told Jake that he'd spot him easily. He seemed to have a level of "self-awareness" that possibly matched his...maybe even greater but Jake lacked "data" at the moment. He never had the time to look at said data since he was preparing himself for this "party".

Deciding to blend in more, he took a circular metal plate and perfectly balancing some drinks on it and then proceeded to walk around making offers when necessary or when called upon.