The Major
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Feb 20, 2014 21:33:19 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Feb 20, 2014 21:33:19 GMT -8
"Horsehockey. Dee people just like dehr violence, unt dere ist not ein avward für most people killed vwith win single bullet. I didn't see any dink about most improved Basic either. Tragedy unt comedy. Comedy unt tragedy.
"Bah. vWhere ist dehr bar? Ah, ja. Looks.... *snort* magical." Before moving over to the assigned area of inebriation, the Major offered Tess an arm, half wishing she could turn invisible. Oh wait. She could.
Not yet.
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 20, 2014 21:38:23 GMT -8
Tension enveloped around the pair as eyes loomed in their direction. "Let them look," she dared internally. Tess shrugged and took Major's arm.
"Order me whatever they consider top shelf," she said.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 21:42:49 GMT -8
Fenrir finished off his drink, before making his way through the Main Hall, nodding to the various nominees of the categories, before heading into the Theatre
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Post by The Major on Feb 20, 2014 21:46:55 GMT -8
"Vot? zYou dink I know vwhat's top shelf? I'm ein scientist unt soldier. Usually I jetzt vwingk it. You know, helter bells, flyingk kits?
Hah.
Bartender, two amaretto sours, unt heavy on dehr liquor."
While awaiting, she chances a glance at the area directly upon her six. It was as if she was expecting battle.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 21:49:58 GMT -8
Nurse Sarah followed Fenrir's cue, and finished up the last of her souvenir shopping before heading into the Theatre, wondering just what sort of trouble she could get herself into
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 22:10:25 GMT -8
Dresden, Eralam for the sake of the festivities, was hunkered over his glass, trying to do his best to blend in with the bar. He desperately wished to be pretty much anywhere else right about now. The only thing that kept him in his seat was the fact that it would be damn near impossible to get Black Cask once he entered the theater proper, and he'd be damned if he was going to sit through this thing sober.
In the past, the former Shard had rather enjoyed the Sithies, because, as a proper Shard, there wasn't much anyone could do that would bother him. Now he was stuck in an event center with too many strangers to count, and he couldn't shoot his way out without causing a massive backlash. Gone were the days where he could simply Whill himself to another place; that only happened under very particular circumstances, and his link to that particular escape route was sitting next to him. He idly wondered if his writer's natural paranoia and dislike of crowds was bleeding through. That was probably it. He was the goddamn Robot Space Ninja. Why should any of this shit be his problem?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 22:58:58 GMT -8
The background music was once again interrupted as another announcement message played over the PA system
=Jack the Voice Over=
6 Hours...
Once again the echo effects had been applied to the message, fading out as the music faded back in. Wilhelm briefly paused as he acknowledged the time, before heading off out of the Main Hall to rendezvous with a LAAT gunship and get prepared for the opening ceremonies
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 2:04:50 GMT -8
The crowds were slowly beginning to grow, a lot of them were just onlookers who had managed to score the chance to watch the event from the upper area of the Theatre. Meanwhile, a crowd of people were gathering at a stage that had been set up in the Main Hall that consisted of holoscreens and various specialty lights. The music coming over the PA system faded out as the announcement came over=Jack the Voice Over=t - 3 hours until the official start of The Sithies 2014. And now in the Main Hall... Ahmun Van BuurenThe voice over had the same echo effects as before which faded out as Ahmun Van Buuren, Wilhelm's second cousin, started mixing some serious uplifting trance melodies. The feeds from the stage in the Main Hall were played over the PA system
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 4:03:31 GMT -8
The music was faded down slightly over the PA system as the final announcement was played
=Jack the Voice Over=
60 minutes until the start of The Sithies 2014
Just as before the same echo effects were applied, the music over the PA fading back up again as the announcement faded out. The music on the Main Hall stage was taken to a more sedate trance melody as the ushers begun to usher the crowd into the Theatre to be ready for the official opening ceremony
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Post by Sithies Manager on Feb 21, 2014 5:50:23 GMT -8
Betty wandered through the crowds, sipping on a glass of reisling and making sure everything was set to run smoothly.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 21, 2014 6:02:07 GMT -8
Sinistra looked at Eralam, his tall frame doing it's level best to look as short as she was. She shook her head and grabbed her whiskey glass to smooze some people in the crowd. Spotting Major and her friend immediately brought a smile to her face as the amalgamation of the character and writer fondly remembered watching Daria on MTV way back in her high school days, when MTV still played music. Jesus, she was old.
She waved as she stopped in front of the pair, grinning. "Love the outfits."
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 21, 2014 6:10:01 GMT -8
Nartaga walked in, immediately causing a stir, as the site of a Tusken was usually followed by lots of hooting, and killing. He bowed politely to those looking his direct, and continued on his way. If he remembered correctly, he had been at one of these events previously, when Tatooine had received some award. Or was it a different one he was thinking of? He had no memory for these Outsider traditions. Still he shook what hands weren't scared away, and mingled a bit. He repeated a mantra in his head he had come up with to remind himself how better Tusken parties were than Outsider ones.
Speaking under his breath so not to be heard."Ain't no party like a Tusken party, cause a Tusken party never stops."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 6:11:45 GMT -8
As the third presenter, I remained outside the theatre (at least until my presentation was taken care of) still... I bowed my head in respect to Betty as she came in.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Feb 21, 2014 7:57:00 GMT -8
Voice. Contact. Outbreak. Bullets, blasters, streak the air and leave superheated lines of invisible yet visible air. Pockmarks, rubble, yelps. Tess has grabbed someone, she has torn out a neck with her bare hands while barking and laughing. More shots, burbon bottles slice-diced by more little love notes intending to make one join with the æther. Tank shells now join the fray, as housed sized beasts explode the suits and dresses and chunky blood rains along with hot earth. There are-
She snaps out, but her heart rate and levels of adrenaline both marginally increase. Gripping the glass, then relaxing with a breath, the Major turns to Sinistra and responds:
"Aye. I vwish I couldt say dehr same about dee people hier. Oh vwell, das ist mir egal."
Hearing some speech coming from deeper in the facility, Major taps Tess upon the shoulder, and motions for her to follow. This of course, after finishing one round and reloading the next.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 21, 2014 9:11:19 GMT -8
Getting the distinct impression from both Eralam's misery and Major's frosty reception that she was actually Yoko Ono and seemed to have broken up the Beatles, Sinarah takes a deep breath and decides to mingle with the others who were arriving. She was smiling easily and mosied on over to Nartaga to welcome him.
"Hi! Good to see you off Tat and out of chat. Have you been to the Sithies before?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 9:35:56 GMT -8
"Alright, fuck you," Eralam said, glaring at his writer. "You can be a misanthropic paranoid buzz kill on someone else's time. I'm here to party."
"How are you even doing that?"I ask, puzzled.
"I'm the goddam Robot Space Ninja, and you're just a prick."
I desperately try to reassert control over Eralam, but it's not working.
"We're going to play the Fuck Off game now. You go first."
The screen on my phone goes blank as Eralam severs the connection to the real world.
Eralam, having successfully rebelled, crushed the glass against his forehead like a frat boy crushing a beer can. Glass shouldn't crumple like aluminum, but it did for him. He left the relative safety of the bar and popped up next to Sin.
"Hell of a party, huh?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 21, 2014 9:48:58 GMT -8
Popping into existence Xeonon; the real Xeonon looked around before rolling his shoulders. Having spent the better part of 5 months dead to be back in the real world was a shock. Not a few moments ago he had been in the force ghost pool surrounded by histories sexiest dead force users. Now he was on some planet. Sniffing the air bs gagged. Dressel, he had been here once before while he was alive. Trained under some sort of force using robot if his addled memory was right. Looking down he smiled, despite being cut in half it seemed his ghostly HIgh Councilor powers had given him the ability to change his body.
Smiling he snapped his fingers and his clothes were gone. Buck ass nude he censored his goodies blurring the outline of them all the way down to his knee. No reason he couldn't have some fun with it. As this was a formal party an orange tie appeared around his throat. Looking at the clock he did a double take. Shit I'm late. The nexus didn't have a good grip on time, according to when he left there was still a few days to go and there wasn't that much ghost traffic. He was however going to enjoy his time here. Rather than going into the room the Solomon ordered up 12, 16" pizza slices and sat at the bar drinking fireball from the bottle.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 21, 2014 9:55:35 GMT -8
Taking notice of Eralam's attitude adjustment, Sinarah nodded her agreement. Moody characters were fun to write but the Sithies needed some fun. And then Xeonon showed up naked. That would certainly do it. She hooked Nartaga and Eralam by the arms and drug them over to the bar where Xeo was sitting.
"Nice to see so much of you, Xeo. The tie's a nice touch."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 10:28:27 GMT -8
Eralam chuckled and reduced Xeo's blur to much more realistic levels. It went from below his knees to somewhere just shy of his belly button.
"Hey Xeo. I see they let you out of your hole."
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Nartaga
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 21, 2014 10:39:23 GMT -8
Nartaga was about to take his first ever sip of Outsider whiskey when he was hooked by the arm and dragged over by an Outsider female. The glass slipped from his gloved hands, but luckily he used was able to catch the glass, and its contents, using the Force. The glass followed him like a lost puppy, until finally it found its way back to his hand. Still, he did not drink it, as he had the much more interesting dilemma of who the hell any of these people were.
Nartaga cleared his throat and straightened his black bow tie with his free hand awkwardly trying to not gaze at the censored nudity of Xeonon. Any skin showing was against Tusken custom, and while he was tolerant of Outsiders and their own customs, the nakedness still made him extremely uncomfortable.
"I...uh...believe..uhm...my writer is having a stroke. Yes. He needs my help, I should call for a hover ambulance."
Nartaga then, without thinking, downed the entire glass of whiskey, and started coughing uncontrollably. He was used to Tusken drink, but the smallest amount of sugar was intoxicating to Tuskens. He had little tolerance to actual alcohol. Nartaga covered the mouth hole of his mask with the same hand holding the now empty glass, trying to not curse.
"Skirat'ska!"
Having failed to curse, albeit in his own native tongue which few would probably understand, he retreated to being quiet.
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