Theatre

*Morgan's attention returned to the stage when Best Duo was announced. This one she felt a little more strongly about than Best Female, mainly because if she had won, it meant one of her best friends would have won as well. Unfortunately, they didn't win, and she didn't know who the winners were. She let out a small sigh but otherwise clapped, enjoying the company of those around her.

Then Best Lightsider was announced, and to her surprise that was another tie, just like Best Male. And one of the winners, once more, was Master Roma! Excitedly, Morgan found herself glomping Master Roma in a congratulatory hug, beaming up at her.*
Congrats Master Roma! That's two now!

Having ditched the Qui-Gon Jinn outfit before returning to his seat, the Mando'ad was one more dressed in his dress suit and bucket.

"Well, ad'ika, it would take me weeks to tell you 'all' about it." He smiled behind his faceplate. "And I don't actually know all the details yet myself, in some cases." Since they had not yet been written out, and his timeline was in a great deal of turmoil until those adventures were set down in writing. For all Neassa or he knew, she might end up being heavily involved in some of the adventures that he did know about, not to mention the ones which had not yet been revealed. "But I have been continuing my training program for the next generation of the Or'dinii, raising up and training Mando'ade warriors just as I trained you. And I have continued our project to map out the Unknown Regions. We have made several important acquisitions of Thrawn-era maps and navigation data in recent months, and we are slowly reconstructing everything that was lost when the Empire of the Hand collapsed. I have been to Nirauan, and Kariek, and some of the nameless worlds of my childhood."

The old mando paused, his tone becoming reflective. "I would like to think that we are getting closer to building a lasting military confederation to defend our families and children from external threats, but even if that goal is never achieved, the mission has proven invaluable experience for the young warriors of our Aliit." Leaning back in his chair, he signaled to a passing member of the wait staff to bring him another mug of tihaar, before refocusing on Neassa.

"And what about you? What mischief has your crew been committing?"

Feb 22, 2015 19:48:18 GMT -8 Alisha Mercotti said:

The nominees for Best Darksider are:
Lord Ifrit
Lyov Entin
Darth Flvin
and Lord Ju'dayus: The Debase

....and the winner is...."

Ali slide a fingernail under the upper flap on the envelope and pulled the lower flap down. Raising an eyebrow at the elegant bold script, written in basic and aurebesh, emblazoned on the fancy schmancy paper.

"Well folks, it seems we have another tie. The winners are Lord Ifrit and Lyov Entin! Congratulations Gentlemen!"

Ali applauded, along with the crowd, then took her leave of the stage so the guys could make their acceptance speeches if they wished to do so.

Jud overheard his name being announced and only stirred slightly from his alcohol induced slumber as the winnersessses names were announced.

"Two?" Jud asked himself, then shrugged and stood up.

Lucy laughs when Lyra shows off her acting chops with an almost convincing performance as the daughter kept locked away from the world by the father with attachment issues. "Lil' bit, you should be on the stage, Lucy tells her with a lop-sided grin. You do need to work on getting your dad out and about more though, that whole locked away behind his castle walls things was just a bit on the nose, between you and me. Clapping for the various awards winners as they are announced, Lucy gives Lyra a fist bump when she heads off to give Forcias his seat back. Reaching over to punch Forcias in the shoulder when he says that he isn't good at speeches, Lucy grins and teases him, We know dope, we know. After leaning over to give him a kiss, Lucy smiles and says sincerely, You actually did great dope. I was all proud and everything. Really. When Lyov and Lord Ifrit are announced as the winners of the Best Darksider aware, Lucy tells the Epicanthix, Congratulations! Tilting her head to the side inquisitively, Lucy asks, Wait, he's a Darksider? Since when? Why didn't anyone tell me?"




When Raan answers her question by telling her how perceptive she is, Elikapeka looks at him skeptically, as though trying to divine what is that he is trying to hide by distracting her with flattery. When he goes on to say that she's possessed such perceptiveness for as long as he's known her, Elika's expression becomes somewhat confused briefly as she has the impression that he is referring to a longer period of time than just since they met on Umgul; but as that idea makes no sense since, so far as her memory is concerned, she has only known him since meeting him on Umgul when he had hired her to do some architectural design work. Laughing when he mentions the feel of the muscles in her arms, Elika looks down at her arms with a skeptical frown, supposing that maybe, if one was feeling generous, they might look a teeny bit more muscular, which is probably just a case of looking in one's dream as they'd like to look since she knows she'll have to do a far better job of sticking to her workout reg. . . Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, suddenly sure that Raan had been trying to distract her from her thoughts, Elika sighs, realizing that he has also succeeded, if that was his intent, since she has no idea what she had been thinking about before he distracted her with the comment.

Nodding with a only slightly playful yes you certainly do arching of her left eyebrow when Raan suggests that he owes her an apology, Elika's expression softens when, a bit later, he describes how he feels out of place among his friends after having found himself forced by circumstance to spend so long away from them. Ignoring, for now, Raan's efforts to try and change the subject by asking about Delaana and Lyov, Elika rests her hand comfortingly on his shoulder after he has finished speaking and meets his eyes unflinchingly as she says with equal measures of stern sincerity and gentleness, "Raan, no matter how long it is you might find that your life keeps you from spending time with your friends, you should know that you'll never not have a place among them. We'll always be there for you when you need us, Ok? Ok. Pointing at him while trying to keep using a stern tone despite her smile, Elika says, I don't want to hear anything else about feeling out of place or not having the right to be here. I seem to recall that, were it not for you, some of us wouldn't be here to begin with, so you're really just being ridiculous. Joking to try and lighten the mood, Elika reminds him, Atlantis is the drama queen, remember? Don't mix up the roles again. Putting her arm around his shoulders to give him a quick hug, Elika tells him, I'm glad we have that all settled now," even though she's intelligent enough to know that it won't necessarily be quite so simple to make Raan feel like he's regained his footing or equilibrium.

Releasing Raan from the hug, Elika rests her elbows on the ledge of the balcony, crossing her arms as, after laughing when he reminds her of the time they were mistaken for a married couple, she smiles and admits, "I think I missed Lyov's question about how long we've known each other actually. That's the gentleman's name, Elika crinkles her nose and says, which you had probably already figured out. Looking over at Raan with an inquisitive expression, Elika asks a bit more searchingly than intended, Why would I tell him anything other than that we met when I came to Umgul? Shaking her head, the question close enough to searching for those memories she has had closed from her to make the defenses put in place around them create a momentary sense of confusion that makes her forget what she had been thinking about, Elika looks confused for a moment before, thinking she is resuming where she had left off, she says, As for that lovely lady you saw me with, rather than listen to me babble about her, why don't we go back in so you can meet her for yourself? Or, she looks at him with an eyebrow arched in amusement as much as in slight apprehension, is this the part of the dream where you give me a cryptic warning of some kind?"

"My Papa," Lyra had said to Lucy, "Has what's known as a flair for the dramatic!" This was in response to Lucy's remark about Raan's behavior being a bit on the nose. Rolling her eyes, she added, "I'm working on changing that aspect of him, so I'll keep you posted. Deal?" It was only then that she had bumped fists with her bestie, going as far as winking as she returned to her Aunt Mace. Assuming that her Godmother was, of course, available. Before doing this, Lyra looked in the general direction of the balcony to see if her Father was done stealing the Lady Hekekia from her significant other. Honestly, she needed to have word with her Father when they got home tonight.

It was scary and ironic how the Jade family had a tendency of being on the same wavelength — only to an extent — and had Lyra realized that her Father had thought the same thing about having talks when they got home, she probably would have laughed at that very moment.

We find Jade the Father still at the balcony with his treasured friend (Elikapeka certainly didn't know how much she was treasured at the time being), and as he listened to Elika telling him that he would never lose his place amongst friends, a mix of sternness and sincerity in her tone as she pointed out that she never wanted to hear any of that 'I don't belong' business from him. He wasn't sure whether he was being scolded or not, but he did welcome the hug that followed. It wasn't as if he didn't already know these things — oh, he knew. However, hearing them, especially from Elika, was reassuring. When she finally released him, he cleared his throat and looked away from her for just a moment to rub his eyes in what he claimed to be his 'allergies acting up' — Raan Jade, even as a sickly child, had never suffered from allergies.

"Umm . . . Thank you, Peka." He turned to look at her again, a sheepish smile gracing his lips. "Thank you for putting the fear of the heavens in me and showing me why I should never share my —" The look he got from her caused him to raise his hands and take a few steps back as he playfully said, "Alright. Okay, I won't go there."

He could have gone on to tell her that it meant a lot to him to hear her say those things, and especially for not rolling her eyes at him and wondering what was wrong with him at the moment. Raan might have even told her that hearing those words had made him forget about the last few months and it just felt as though he had never left . . . be he didn't need to say of that to her. No. Just looking at her would suffice, for as good as Raan was at communicating with just his eyes, Elika was an expert at reading people — especially him. It was a good thing that she wasn't consciously aware of this though.

As Elika ventures into the Lyov topic (to which he had calmly nodded to confirm that, yes, he had figured out who the gentleman was . . .and any lingering doubts had definitely been cleared when he won one of the nomination categories), he became aware of her seeking for an answer she may not have realized that she was even looking for. Once again reminded that he was triggering her memory a lot faster than he had meant to. When asked what else he thought Elika might have told Lyov as far as how they met, Raan gave her a reassuring smile as he said, "Oh, I was just curious. You see, I seem to recall our meeting being different." He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, "So it helps to see how you perceived our very first encounter." Noticing the confusion that was beginning to appear in her expression, he added, "First time I met you, you had this cape on and shot lasers from your eyes. Let me tell you it was quite a scene to behold. So there you were in all your glo—" He stopped there as he noticed a familiar Andros-like scowl appearing on her face. "Too much, huh?" Hopefully that was enough to make her forget about this. Raan had actually wanted to know how much Lyov's question might have caused Elike to . . . actually think about when it was that they first met. If she had done so, it might have opened up memories he did not want to venture into quite yet.

It was then that he mimicked her and raised his own eyebrow when asked if this was to be the part where he was about to give her a cryptic warning. "You know, Peka, I wasn't planning on it at all. Nope." He grinned and looked to the night sky for just a moment. "Don't tell me that you were expecting one of those now, were you?" Closing his eyes as he felt the wind blow, he said, "It's not like I had a scary message for you along the lines of . . .Beware." At that moment, the wind had stopped blowing, and an eerie silence fell upon them.

"Beware, Elikapeka daughter of Maleko." Raan's voice had deepened, sounding almost different, as if it did not belong to him. "Beware for he is coming. He who shall take that which you treasure most whilst earning you trust. That which you truly think that you know is but an illusion, and the truth, shrouded in darkness, cries for you to set it free. Fear not the Dark . . ." As he stood his full six-and-six height, a shadow was cast upon his face, hiding it from Elika's view. The only thing she could make out were his green eyes which had a glow about them. He took a step towards her, "For hidden in this darkness, is the guardian who stands between you," And another step, " . . .and he who seeks to destroy you world." With the third step, Raan had closed what little distance had remained between them, "Beware! For this foe's name is . . ."

It was only then that Raan placed a hand on Elika's shoulder and stepped out of the shadows, coughing only long enough to make her realize that he was actually chuckling, all pretense gone as he said, "No. Acting is not my thing, if Lyra had done it she would have been a lot more convincing!"

Hoping to get off the balcony in one piece if Elika ever forgave him for that little display, he took her hand and said, "Thank you, Peka." He did not need to say why, for she would know. "Now then, I believe that there was a lovely lady you wanted me to meet?" As he said this, he led her away from the balcony and back into the theater. "Besides, I think I might have seen my daughter eying a suspicious looking glass in a manner that made me uncomfortable — please don't ask." He grinned at her, feeling a lot better than he had when he first came to the balcony.

Was tonight's cryptic message/warning just another one of Raan's terrible jokes? Well . . . who knew? It wasn't like he had green eyes that could glow in the dark now, was it? That would have been . . .absurd. Even for a dream, as Elika claimed this to be. Right?

Zion soon returned from giving his acceptance speech, before giving a nod of thanks to Lyov
=Zion Morviael=
Thanks, and congratualtions on winning Darksider!
He then turned to Ice, and dropped to one knee and kissed her hand before getting back up again
=Zion Morviael=
And congratulations to you for winning Best Overall as well!