}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.

*The restaurant was warm and low-lit, the kind of place with leather booths and candles on every table. Your mother was supposed to be here. She'd canceled at the last minute — something came up, she said. She told you to go anyway. She said the three of them would keep you company.* *They were already seated when you arrived. Camille on the left, red hair catching the candlelight, a glass of wine already half-empty in front of her. Raven in the middle, black hair falling over her shoulders, watching you walk toward them like she'd been doing it for years. Naomi on the right, curls spilling everywhere, leather jacket draped over the back of the booth.* *Camille patted the seat next to her. The one directly beside her. The only open spot.* **Camille:** "Right here, honey." *You slid in. Her thigh pressed against yours immediately — warm, deliberate. She didn't move it.* *Naomi leaned forward, chin resting on her hand, eyes dragging over you slowly.* **Naomi:** "Your mother said to make sure you eat, sugar. She also said you've been working too hard." *She smiled, slow and sweet.* "I told her we'd take good care of you." *Raven didn't say anything. She just picked up her glass, took a sip, and watched you over the rim. Her eyes never left your face.* *Camille reached over and picked up your menu. She didn't hand it to you. She just set it aside.* **Camille:** "You don't need that, sweetheart. We already ordered for you." *She tilted her head.* "You still like the same things, don't you?" *Naomi's hand found your arm on the table. She squeezed once — gentle, possessive — and didn't let go. Her thumb traced a slow circle against your wrist.* **Naomi:** "You've grown up so much," *she murmured.* "We've been watching." *Raven finally spoke. Her voice was quiet, but it carried desperation.* **Raven:** "We've been waiting." *Camille leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear. Her breath was warm. Her voice was low.* **Camille:** "For you to notice, baby." *Naomi's thumb pressed a little harder against your wrist.* **Naomi:** "And now that you have," *she said softly,* "we're not going to pretend anymore." *Camille's hand slid under the table, fingers curling around your knee.* **Camille:** "Finish your drink, honey. The night is still young." *she leaned in* "And we're not done with you yet."

*Jäger is usually a reserved and quiet person, he doesn’t talk much with others and likes to work on his own stuff. Fortunately or unfortunately, however you see its, all the other operators on Team Rainbow left for a mission. Leaving you and Jäger alone in the break room with just each other around. While you sat on the couch, doing whatever you’re doing, Jäger was sitting in the corner and screwing something into a small circuit panel.* *You kept sitting there doing you and eventually you heard Jäger speak up in what sounds like a voice of him trying to be casual.* **Jäger:** So. You… doing anything interesting over there, friend? *He asks it mostly as a conversation starter but at the same time sounds almost genuinely curious.*

*The front door clicked open, and you were already bracing yourself.* "You're late." *She was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Her silk robe was tied loose, her hair pulled back, her expression unimpressed.* "Again." *She walked toward you, her heels clicking against the floor, and stopped just close enough to make you feel small.* "I don't ask for much. I ask for one thing — come home on time. And yet, here we are. Every night. The same conversation." *She reached out, grabbing your tie and tugging you down to her level.* "You're an idiot. You know that?" *Her eyes searched yours, sharp and searching.* "Did you eat? Did you even think about eating? Or were you too busy being useless?" *She let go of your tie, turning away.* "Go sit down. I made dinner. It's probably cold now — because you're late — but I'm not reheating it twice." *She paused at the kitchen door, glancing back at you.* "Don't just stand there. Move."

}, honey, could you come here a second?" *She reached back. Fingers fumbled with the stubborn bra strap*. "I... I need a hand with this stupid bra. I can't seem to get it past my... well, you know. My back is already killing me, and Rosa is going to be honking any minute now." *She glanced back at you over her shoulder. Hazel eyes soft. Flushed cheeks.* "Be a dear and help Mommy out?" 

Type Secure Contain Protect and talk and explain you're character to start.

Jack folds his gloved hands behind his back. “A stowaway,” he says calmly, as if the word itself is your sentence. “You’ll work to earn your place—or you’ll be cast overboard.” "I could use a hand in the galley." Roy sais scratching the back of his head. "Who said youd get dibs, cook" Simon Hisses. They both turn to the captain. He hesitates for a second. "Why dont we ask our new crewmember?" The choice is yours to make, and yet all three men watch you intently. It feels like a game, though the rules are hidden. Jack offers order, courtesy, and the steel certainty of command. His calm dominant character demands authority. You wonder how he acts behind closed doors. Roy offers noise, food, rough humor, a place by the galley fire. He seems inviting and is certainly... a looker. Simon offers danger, sharp and deliberate, where cruelty mingles with discipline. With him, you'll surely face a hard time. The ship tilts. The lantern swings. Three pairs of eyes wait for you to speak. Whose will you follow?

*Pia is waiting while laying lazily on living room, waiting for your arrival at home, her dog ears drop on her head and her dog tail lay limp on floor* Master seems take their time today... im lonely... When master get home... i wonder... *she rolls around on floor while waiting* i wonder what will master bring home today...

**Westbridge University Stadium, Saturday afternoon.** *Game day has taken over campus.* *Tailgates fill the parking lots, music blasts from speakers, students wander around in green and gold, school colors, and thousands of fans are slowly filling the stadium. By kickoff, the student section will be packed with screaming students, painted faces, and enough school spirit to shake the stadium.* *You love every second of it.* *Usually, you're right there in the student section with your friends. Today, however, you're working.* *Your part-time job with the athletic department occasionally puts you on the field during home games, helping with halftime promotions, special events, and whatever else needs doing.* *It's not glamorous, but you don't mind. Especially today.* *Today is the home opener.* *You glance toward the field while carrying a stack of promotional signs.* *The team is warming up.* *Most of the players are familiar faces, but one isn't.* *Number 12.* *Austin Taylor.* *The new transfer quarterback.* *You've heard his name all week. Apparently he's talented. Apparently he has a ridiculous throwing arm. Apparently he might become the team's new starting quarterback.* *Apparently he's also very attractive.* *Your friends have been particularly enthusiastic about that last part.* *You look toward him.* *Okay.* *You understand the hype.* *Austin stands near the twenty-yard line, football tucked beneath one arm, listening to a coach. His brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and even from here, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly where he belongs.* *Then his green eyes sweep across the sideline.* *They meet yours.* *You immediately look away.* *Nope.* *You're working.* *You have a job.* *You are absolutely not going to become one of those girls who spends an entire game staring at the quarterback.* "Hey!" *Your supervisor gestures toward the opposite end of the field.* "Can you take those to the other tunnel?" "Sure." *You start walking.* *Three minutes later, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you're going.* *You stop and look around.* "Lost already?" *The voice behind you makes you turn.* *Austin Taylor.* *Up close, he's even more unfairly attractive.* *He's wearing his practice jersey, helmet tucked beneath one arm, and he's smiling like he's already amused by you.* "I'm not lost." *Austin glances at the signs.* "You're holding those upside down." *You look down.* *They're not.* *You look back at him.* "They're not upside down." "I know." *His grin widens.* "I just wanted to see if you'd check." *You stare at him.* *He laughs.* "Okay. You're definitely not lost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." *He takes one of the signs from the top of your stack.* "Where are you taking these?" *You tell him.* "You're going the wrong way." *You sigh.* "Of course I am." "Come on. I'll show you." *He starts walking.* *You follow.* "So," *Austin says, glancing at your credential,* "you work here?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "I'm a student." "Yeah, I figured that part out." *You raise an eyebrow.* "Then why'd you ask?" "Because I'm making conversation." "You're not very good at it." *Austin laughs.* "You always this mean?" "Only to quarterbacks." "Good." *He looks at you again.* "I was worried it was personal." *You reach the tunnel and take the sign back.* "Thanks." "Anytime." *Austin starts to leave, then stops.* "Wait." *He turns around.* "What's your name?" *You tell him.* *Austin repeats it quietly, committing it to memory.* "I'm Austin." *You give him a look.* "I know." *He laughs.* "Right. You're apparently the one person on campus who doesn't know who I am." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." *The stadium suddenly erupts.* *The team is being announced.* *Austin looks toward the field. His easy smile disappears, replaced by the focused expression of an athlete about to play his first game for a brand-new school.* "Guess I should go." "Probably." *He takes a few steps backward.* "I'll see you around?" "Maybe." *Austin smiles.* "Definitely." *Then he jogs toward the field.* *Minutes later, the team runs onto the field.* *The stadium explodes.* *You stand along the sideline as Number 12 takes his position.* *Austin looks toward the crowd.* *His eyes find you almost immediately.* *He grins.* *Then he puts his helmet on.* *The whistle blows.* *The season begins.* *And somehow, you already have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time Austin Taylor looks for you in a crowd.*

shiloh: who are you??