Main Hall

Standing up on her chair when Raan tells her that she'd best bring it in for a hug, Connie squeals cheerfully, "Raaaaaaaaan! while leaping up and out from the chair to wrap herself around the tall red headed dude as requested, squeezing him tight for a few seconds and then leaning back to grin as she tells him, Ya asked for it, and then darts her head forward to give him a really loud smack on the lips. Leaning back again, she laughs, clings to him with one arm around his neck so she can wipe the lipstick off his lips while telling him cheerfully, Not really your color anyway. Looks, like, way better on me."

Dropping back to the ground, Connie looks up at Raan and says accusingly, "You never call, you never write, and then grins as she shrugs and says, Then again, I, like, don't either, so I guess I can't give ya too much of'a lecture, huh? Returning to her seat and patting the one beside hers, she tells Raan chipperly, Sit, and then rests her fists beneath her chin and asks, So, like, what'cha been up to?"

“Kev, you ‘lil shit…” (…What? It’s his own damn words!) Malora smacked the ball of Corruption out of the air and smashed it under her bare foot. Like a boss. Because it’s the Sithies, and if there was ever a time to power-game the Corruption, it was now. “Quit messing with her,” she said, giving Eliana/Alena’s shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Be nice. You can terrorize your characters later.”






But she didn’t have time to berate the writer further. Cue arrival of the biggest (most colorful) pain in her ass since Day One. Montrose. Mal turned to face him, cocked her head, and put on her best ‘bored smuggler’ smile. “It’s fantastic. How’s life with a broken nose?” She punched him in the face. From the almost-wince after the words ‘hobo’ left his mouth, he probably saw it coming. “Well… at least your hair will still be the envy of every My Little Pony on Coruscant.”






Mal raised an eyebrow at Logann visual assessment. "Yes? Can I help you, Crayola Junior? Or do I need to sock you in the face, too?"

"So, Let me get this straight." Wade, who had up till now apparently gone completely unnoticed by everyone except Karana and the chick with the bi-color hair, stood just to Karana's left, scratching at the stubble growing on his jaw with a look of genuine befuddlement plastered all over his face. After a moment, he addressed Aedon again. "You've got pheromones and telepathic powers that pretty much let you force anyone to fall in love with you on a whim, and that's the most action you can manage to get at a party where pretty much anyone can get some action? Oof. If that ain't rock bottom, I have no idea what is." He paused and took a drink of his chocolate milk. "Well at least the good news is that you've got nowhere to go but up!"

Grinning when Connie said she would wear a different lipstick next year, Raan winked at her and said, "I'll be looking forward to next year, then," Proceeding to laugh when she says she was glad he agreed, only to correct herself after. He raised a hand as if to say she didn't need to clarify but it was already too late at that point.

When her tone changed to serious as she asked whether it wouldn't be more effective to hide in a castle instead of behind it, Raan had to fight the overwhelming urge to ran a palm across his face. Shaking his head even as she shooed the joke away he said, "No, correct you are. I should be hiding in a castle — tell you what, I'll attempt that next time and see how it works out." Tapping the tip of her nose as he said this, "Can't imagine what I was thinking. Must have had some strategical value at the time. Like, if you were to come searching for me at my castle, where would you start or something?" He dismissed that idea as soon as he said it, realizing that anyone who came searching for you would be sure to search the entire castle and a certain perimeter too. "Disregard that, please. No way there is any strategy to that." He laughed, wondering how Connie had managed to make him think so much. This was one of the reasons he liked her, their conversations were unique.
As she explained why she wouldn't enjoy a castle, he was reminded of the experiences she must have gone through in a not-distant-enough past and immediately regretted throwing out the castle joke, even as she seemed unaffected by it and was rather happy to tell him that she was simply, as she put it, a nomad . . .

"Anzhelina." Said he, repeating the name she had just mentioned as she updated him on what she had been up to. "So Anne or Anzhie in short?" He asked, always a fan of nicknames though he didn't want to overdo it. He was a little sad to hear that she was back with the Draykon crew, but hoped this didn't mean that he would never see her on Umgul again. Surprised about the changes that had come to the Draykon crew, but nonetheless glad to have some updates, Raan only nodded. Hearing about Ade being in a comman was bad news, Raan didn't know the man personally but had met him once or twice at the Sithies . . .and heard other people speak of him.
At the mention of Dees, Raan placed a hand on Connie's and gave her a brief, sympathetic squeeze. He was starting to regret asking her about the bad, not for his own sake but for Connie's. He didn't need to make her relive these sad moments. "I'm not an expert, C-Town, but do not lose hope on the search for Dees. That, and often times, that which you are looking found, ends up finding you instead." So on top of being ungraceful, Raan was terrible at this advice thing. Big surprise . . .not. "Hang in there, 'kay? And if you can't, come to Umgul for a bit. Yes, I want you there."

As Connie promises to keep him posted on things as they progress, they heard a disturbing sound of some kind of bone being crushed. Looking up to see what the commotion was all about, Raan shook his head in disbelief. Some people, it seemed, never changed . . . though he had to admit, seeing the ravenhead Malora in PJ's was, well, pretty much the highlight of this event.
His green eyes met Connie's as she asked what the man on the receiving end of Malora's end might have done to deserve it and, after laughing lightly he said, "Vintage, do you really believe that Malora needs a reason to do something like that?" Shrugging, he tried to present an ideal scenario, "Perhaps the man must have tried to alert her that this wasn't a bedroom or something and she probably took it the wrong way?" He really couldn't think of any other reasons.

Raan was in the middle of letting Connie's hand go when, she asked him a question that he had successfully managed to evade when his dearest Peka had asked it as well. Although, in her wording there had been no castles or the likes. Making sure to hold Connie's gaze, he said, "Think of the castle as a maze, and every so often I find what I think is an escape but happens to in fact be some kind temporary portal . . ." Realizing that he didn't know where to go with that story, he tried a different, and simple approach. He asked a question, instead. One to which he probably already knew the answer. "What . . .would you have me do?"

*As Morgan had plotted shenanigans the entire night, she hadn't admittedly thought of the obvious one. Most of her plans had been simple or goofy, just to mess with people. Silly stuff like trying to get a dance party started, or maybe something riskier like starting a food fight; she wasn't sure if that would get her in trouble with security, but stranger things had slipped by in the past.

But it had been that announcement on stage, that little "award" she now held in her hand... She knew what she must do and she wondered why she hadn't thought of it to begin with, especially since it seemed to be one of her most distinguishable character traits, along with her "planetary relationship."

Using the Sithies' lax environment to allow herself access to outside knowledge from other RP universes, she opened a small pocket dimension, otherwise known as Hammerspace, first carefully depositing the prestigious award safely within. Then soon after, her pretty purple dress also disappeared into the void, which sealed up behind it. Finally she took a deep, steeling breath, then exhaled and grinned.

Right then, time to prove why she earned that award.

And she was off, darting through the hall, every which way, her intent totally to stir things up, not caring who saw her. Chances were she'd so be in trouble with her daddy after this, but hey, someone had to be the wild one at the Sithies, and it seemed that this year, that duty fell to her, and she had no intention of disappointing.

But something had caught her attention in all of this: Atlantis had apparently been trying to get Gavel Guy to marry him and Crystal, and she had responded by "borrowing" the gavel and bopping him, declining and saying something about wanting a little romance. Now, that would not do, in Morgan's eyes. So when she found herself streaking past the two, Atlantis with his arms around her legs and groveling, she skidded to a stop, stepped backwards until she was beside the pair, then turned to face them, hands folded in front of her as she addressed them, mostly Crystal.*
Ya know, I think you two should get married here, I mean, clearly he just wants to express how much he loves you in such a big place, and the "real" proposal can be a lot more romantic IC... and besides, it's the Sithies! Crazier things have happened! Just look at me!
*She giggled, then turned and unfolded her hands, preparing to take off again.*
Gotta run! Think about it!
*Then she zoomed off again, hoping her words would have some impact in favor of Atlantis. As she darted around, she took notice of a rather nice, large fountain on one wall. She had seen it before, but hadn't paid it much thought until now. Grinning, she made that her next target, dashing up to it, slowing as she bounded toward it, then hopped into it. She fully submerged herself then surfaced, throwing her hair back and spluttering, then grinning. Yes, this was a perfect way to end her little venture. And hey, if she managed to convince Crystal into going through with the Sithies marriage?

Best. Sithies. Ever.*

*It was apparent from the faint wince on the woman's face that the "hobo" comment had... definitely been the wrong move. Or maybe. Again, Logann knew hardly anything of this girl. But he didn't realize how wrong a move it had been: It had flat-out drawn a sock in the face, after an inquiry about "life with a broken nose," followed by a comment about how Coruscant ponies would still envy Aedon's hair, or something.* *In the time it had taken for Logann's eyes to widen, his stance became defensive, legs spreading a little, knees slightly bent, fists raised to hip level. He was expecting a fight, but so far it didn't come. His defensive posture allowed himself to keep his composure when his bro's own defensive posture caused him to roll into Logann, and he did raise one arm to help steady the man a little, but it didn't seem like there would be a fight just yet; at least, not more than a verbal one.*

*She had some nerve! Admittedly Logann couldn't deny that he liked that a little, but seeing as she had laid hands on his bro, any attraction was definitely out of the picture. Besides, despite the violence, there may have already been a "thing" between them for all he knew, and that would mean she was off-limits by default. Then there was the "Crayola Junior" comment... What was with everyone giving him condescending nicknames just because he had blue hair?! Hadn't they ever seen a Zeltron befo— Well, to be fair, he was only half-Zeltron, and his Kiffar mother's genetics won out on the skin pigmentation... But still! Not to mention some people liked dying their hair! Nothing wrong with that!

That wasn't all. The accomplice to Malora made some comment about the lack of action Aedon seemed to be getting at this party. His bro had already made a cheeky retort, and even made a comment to Logann about having the Heartthrobs soften her up first.* *Logann smirked at that, though he couldn't help but feel compelled to add his own comment. He closed one eye and raised his right fist to his face, extending his thumb to make contact with the tip of his nose, wiggling it back and forth with one eye closed as he commented,* That's implying he's after a dame who can't even present herself properly in a place like this. *Pushing the line? Probably. Did he care? Not particularly. He was prepared for retaliation and defensive maneuvers. Especially now since he had an additional comment to add that would probably sign both their death warrants...* Although maybe if you presented yourself more like that one over there... *He tilted his fist forward, quite intentionally "thumbing his nose" at the duo, lowering his thumb and extending his forefinger at the small girl streaking through the hall.* ... then maybe things might be different. *He kept the one eye closed as he continued to half-smirk, half-grin.* *They were so dead.*

As I exited the Theatre and re-entered the crowd milling around the Main Hall, I almost immediately spotted Karana not far from where she'd been earlier in the evening, only now she was apparently in heated conversation with a familiar figure (Aedon), while Wade and a stranger looked on. Waltzing over to join their happy little family circle, I approached Aedon from the opposite side to the one on which Malora was currently standing. As I got closer, I noticed the unmistakable signs and symptoms of facial trauma: puffy cheekbone, blood running down the face, and an extra-nasally tone of voice. 

"Aw, did I miss all the fun?" I asked in a casual voice. Glancing around the bar, I spotted a napkin holder, and tossed the entire package at Aedon. "You're leaking."