Play@YSDC

Z-Day + 1 - 7:37 AM Mountain Time - Warren Air Force Base, west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
In the cafetria-
Major Jackson led Cynthia into the cafeteria in the headquarters building. Various people in uniform were here eating breakfast. Most of them were men, but there were also a decent number of women. When they saw the major enter, they stood to attention and saluted.

"At ease," said Major Jackson, and everyone sat down again. "Everyone, this is Ms. Cynthia Louise, our new entertainment director. She will be organizing festivities that will take place tonight, and she'd like to talk to some of you about what you'd like."

"Umm, hi!" said Cynthia perkily, waving and bouncing her boobs.

In the cafeteria-
The assembled Air Force personnel greeted her in various ways: by saying hello, waving back, and the occasional whistle. They certainly looked enthusiastic, and most of the men seemed attracted to her.

"Well, go ahead and mingle," said Major Jackson. "Ask them whatever you'd like to know. I'm sure they'll be glad to help you out."

Cynthia waves again and winks at the whistlers, playing it up like some of the old singer-starlets of the war years, and walks with quite the sway of the hips toward them. She heads over to one of the all-boy tables, puts her hands down on it and leans forward, "Well, boys, whattaya want?"

In the cafeteria-
The men at the table whooped and applauded. "I wanna dance with you!" one of them said to Cynthia.

She bites her lower lip coyly and gives him a wink. "What about the rest of you fine soldiers? How you wanna R'n'R? I wanna know how soldiers roll!"

In the cafeteria-
"Soldiers are in the Army, ma'am," said one of the men. "We're airmen. And we love to party!"

"How about a talent competition?" suggested another. "Maybe we can get a karaoke machine."

"Aw, man," said a third. "That's the lamest thing I've heard all day."

"It's early yet," said the first one.

"What will there be to drink?" asked a fourth.

"Well, if we can get two rooms, we could have a main room for folk who just want to dance and drink, and a room for the drunk ones to sing," said Cynthia. "Don't see any problem with that." She smiles around at them all. "As for eats and drinks, I'll be talking to one of the cooks soon enough about that."

In the cafeteria-
"Two rooms, yeah, we can swing that," said Major Jackson.

"We're gonna need more girls," said one of the men, the one who had said he wanted to dance with Cynthia. "Most of us are men, and there ain't gonna be enough ladies for us all to dance with. Got any more like you?"

"Umm, maybe, there were others who came in," said Cynthia. "A few more girls. Maybe your big, strong soldier friends might be rescuing more pretty girls as we speak?"

In the cafeteria-
"Maybe that was what that 'special mission' was about," said one of the airmen. "I shoulda volunteered."

"Shh!" hissed another. "We're not supposed to talk about that. Besides, it's never a good idea to volunteer for anything."

Cynthia flashes her pearly whites around the crowd. "Don't worry, guys. I'm happy to dance with everybody. That includes you, ladies!" She strikes a perky pose.

In the cafeteria-
Several of the men whistled, until Major Jackson gave them a look and they quieted down.

"Any more girls that do get rescued would have to go through quarantine before we could get to meet them," said the first airman, "but there's still Cynthia and the others who came in yesterday." He smiled at her.

"Is there anything else you need to ask the people here?" Major Jackson asked Cynthia. "Or are you ready to get to work on the planning?"

OOC,[b]Cynthia[/b], please roll Psychology.

Cynthia is as oblivious as usual. "But this is the planning, I thought," she says, sticking a finger tip in her mouth provocatively as she gazes at him with wide eyes. "Hmm, maybe one of these soldier boys could come and help me plan a little." She says the words like she's Marilyn Monroe.

In the cafeteria-
"Sir, I volunteer, sir!" said the man who had said he'd wanted to dance with Cynthia, springing to his feet. He smirked at the airman who had said they shouldn't volunteer for anything. "Every rule has an exception."

"That's up to the lady, Airman," said Major Jackson. He turned to Cynthia. "This is part of the planning, yes, ma'am, but there's a lot more to it than that. Will this man make a suitable assistant for you?"

Cynthia looks him up and down and decides that his eagerness suits her just fine. She never realised how popular she'd be at an air base. She'd likely be happy for years to come here. She holds out her hand to him. "Yes, sir. He suits me just fine."

In the cafeteria-
The airman took Cynthia's hand as he stood up, shaking it gently. He was a tall, thin man with blond hair and vibrant blue eyes, and he had an excited smile on his face. "A pleasure, ma'am," he said. "I'm Airman Craig Davis."

"Shall we take a look at some possible locations where we can hold the party?" suggested Major Jackson.

Cynthia nods, beaming. "Lead the way!"

She was in Heaven.

In the hallway-
Major Jackson led Cynthia and Craig out of the cafeteria. As they walked down the hall, Craig turned to Cynthia. "You got a boyfriend?" he asked.

"Not anymore," said Cynthia, showing a touch of vulnerability in her suddenly lowered gaze. She didn't feel sad about it. Not exactly. She felt sort of cold in her belly. She didn't want to think about it. "You got a girlfriend?"