Snippet #2520157

Giles, clad in a dark suit and a rather cheerful bowtie, was accompaneyed by the two lovely young women he never seemed to be without. The one to his right, Ariel Moore, decided to don a long, formal gown with a slit down the side for mobility. The one on his left, Delta, had gone for a suit, and one with pants. She wasn't quite happy when Giles had offered a dress similar to Ariel's a week prior.

Once Victor had approached him, Giles' mouth also widened into a great smile, and he held out a hand to shake hands with his fellow winning parliament member.

"Likewise, Mr. Vidal! Likewise, yes. I absolutely couldn't stand back during that catastrophe. I was happy to help. Recovery efforts for the homeless is going well, I suspect?"

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Sarangerel stood in the middle of more stranger than she ever remembered being around before. She almost felt out of place in her colorful silk deel, setting her apart from the more dull and muted colors of the room. Sarangerel, however, was chipper as ever, and maneuvered around her taller counterparts to try and socialize with the crowd. Though the youngest of them all, she didn't find herself bored with the conversation or the formality of the event surrounding her. Despite this, the need to find Sigurd arose, as she was aware it was about to be time for the inaugurations to start.