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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Feb 20, 2015 21:19:45 GMT -8
"Jake!"
She laughed as he glomped her, simply excited to see someone she recognized. The Calmcacils, particularly Jake, had always been so nice to her..
"I had no idea you would be here too! I was just looking around!"
She didn't even give comment to his affection, instead opting to back up a few inches and twirl around slowly, taking in all the sights.
"There are so many people here!!"
An organic probably would have described the sensation she was going through as smiling so much it hurt, but she didn't know that phrase, so it held no sway over her. But after seven years of isolation, this was truly paradise.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 20, 2015 21:19:58 GMT -8
Aedon and Na'me both raised their glasses, clinking them together with Logann's to make it an official toast.
"To worthy comrades..."
"...may they rest in peace..."
It was far more sullen than it needed to be, but it was necessary. Aedon could not allow the memory of his crew to slip from his mind. Not one character flaw. Not one smile or solemn glance. His crew was all but gone from him. He had to live on...for them.*
*Pausing a moment longer, Aedon lowered his glass and sipped the amber liquid sitting in his glass. The finish was surprisingly smooth, and he could taste the oaken finish of the cask with every second. It was a long-awaited sensation that swept over him. ...Nah, he wasn't an alcoholic...
"Your taste in scotch is getting better, bro...I'm impressed!"
Sipping the liquid, the Bothan had to agree. "Not bad, Slim...not bad at all..."
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 20, 2015 21:26:27 GMT -8
*Ah, so the awards were underway now, beginning with the Players' Choice Award for Most Heartwrenching Post. The bigger awards, most particularly the ones that he or other members of his family were up for, weren't until much later, but he nevertheless would clap for each winner, and he ignored the grins he got from various members of his family when his name was mentioned as part of the judging team. Meanwhile, it was time for food. ... somewhere Culex wasn't. And plenty of bacon was needed...*
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 20, 2015 21:33:41 GMT -8
I smirked. "I've seen the results, and if that's the kind of writing that too much caf induces, then my writer needs to consume more of it." These sorts of compliments were always embarrassing for me. I wasn't the one doing the writing, I was just a lost girl trying to survive in a big, scary galaxy without any of my past ever catching up to me again. The writing just kind of happened to me, and I was the writee, not the writer. Putting me in the middle of the complements was almost as annoying as the crew deciding to make me Captain during Fel's absence. Grr. Why did I have to keep thinking about Fel's absence? Was it guilt? Paranoia? Fear of how he would react if he saw us tonight? Yeah, that was it. I was scared. Scared that he would be mad at us for not rescuing him yet, or worse, scared that he would be indifferent because he had moved on without us.
"Don't worry about it. You can tell me. I won't remember any of this after it's over, anyway." The bartender handed me a glass, and I took a long sip of the Tarisian ale. "It's kind of like a fever dream, only without the fever." My expression rapidly changed from bemused to mock reproval as Connie made a Force Wizard gesture. "Come now, you know that mind control stuff doesn't work on Epicanthix. We're immune!" It was true, although I had not learned the full details yet, and I was surprised to hear the words come from my mouth. A big part of my Force-skepticism was tied up in how some of the cute magic tricks of the Jedi didn't actually work on me.
"Um, sure." After the cheering (my own included) had died down, I shrugged one shoulder at her invitation. "I'd be honored."
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Post by Logann Renji Montrose on Feb 20, 2015 21:40:48 GMT -8
*The corners of Logann's lips twitched into brief flashes of frowns as their fallen comrades were mentioned and the glasses were clinked.* *He totally hadn't thought of that, overtaken by joy that he'd crossed paths with his brother and the Bothan crewmate once more. How many of them were left? Where were they all now? Did some of them even want to come back?* *His mind switched to happier thoughts as he downed the scotch, then he grinned at the compliments to his taste in ale and he spread his arms.* Got used to the stuff after a while. It was... well, the only thing I'd wanted. But I guess I've grown fond of it. *He smirked, then surveyed the hall.* Well then, what fun activities shall we partake in tonight?
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Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 20, 2015 21:44:50 GMT -8
One of the problems with putting oneself in a seven-year-long exile and trying not to make personal connections during that time was that one forgot how to mingle. Her previous time here had not had that problem, but that was the result of retconning the past. She shrugged, downing the rest of her Sunrise before signaling for another one (she didn't care about the tab, and it wasn't like she was want for credits anyway) and doing one of the few things left she knew how to do: scan the crowd, looking over everyone and analyzing each and every one of 'em. And the crowd was quite diverse this time of year.
She smiled as her drink arrived, taking another sip of it before leaning against the bar and watching.
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Post by Jake Palmer Calmcacil on Feb 20, 2015 21:57:04 GMT -8
"Jake!" She laughed as he glomped her, simply excited to see someone she recognized. The Calmcacils, particularly Jake, had always been so nice to her.."I had no idea you would be here too! I was just looking around!" She didn't even give comment to his affection, instead opting to back up a few inches and twirl around slowly, taking in all the sights."There are so many people here!!" An organic probably would have described the sensation she was going through as smiling so much it hurt, but she didn't know that phrase, so it held no sway over her. But after seven years of isolation, this was truly paradise.Yeah! There's usually a lot of people! ... and some crazy stuff can happen. I don't know a lot of people here... but some I do. |
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Feb 20, 2015 22:03:30 GMT -8
Emi-Lee Wareno was generally meant for events like this. Yet she couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. She initially planned to be surrounded by her usual entourage, including Edworth Winningham and Wobbler, but instead, she came alone, dressed in what could be deemed as commoner's attire. Which helped make her look more blended in with the serving staff. She wasn't sure that this was the best idea, what with her being so scatterbrained lately. Half the time people could be talking their heads off at her, and she'd be a million miles away.
Still, it probably helped to make connections with people. These people here were real people, and there was a lot of them. Nothing like opening windows of opportunity...
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 20, 2015 23:01:59 GMT -8
This is black-tie, right? Fancy gowns and flashy heels and perfume an’ shit? Okay. Oblivious to anyone and everything except for the tunes blasting from the headphones tucked against her ears, Malora danced into the main hall, baggy sweatpants, bare feet, black hair an absolute bedtime mess, and an old red tank top with the words ‘I went to Mustafar and all I got was this horrible burnt flesh’ across the chest. In fact, the ‘off duty’ smuggler (because seriously, it’s like 2am and there’s no kriffin’ way I’m gonna spend twenty minutes scrolling the net for a sexy gown picture right now) made it all the way to the nearest bar before she realized she was at the Sithies and not back in her bedroom. “This shindig again?” Malora moved one end of the headphones off her left ear, taking quick stock of the gathered peeps in all their sexy-glam glory as she busted another ridiculous move. “Oooh. Underdressed.” She spun on the spot, popped a hip-sway, and snapped her fingers at the bartender. “POW! Don’t care.” A grin. “Hit me with a chocolate milk, yo! Make it yummy.” Because he totally knew what that meant. This was the Sithies. These bar people are magic. As he plunked the frosty glass down in front of her, he added a few liberal shots of something 'yummy', and Mal tossed a straw into the mix. "I'd tip you, but apparently all my credits are back in reality, so... hmm." She paused her dancing, taking a sip, and patted her non existent pockets. The tender looked on expectantly. "Uh...oh! Here." She disappeared below the bar for a moment, shakin' her booty the whole way down to pluck the little silver toe ring from her foot. "Mazel tov, give your fake girlfriend a present." With a smile and a nod, Mal deposited the jewelry on the counter in front of him and nudged her headphone back over her left ear, rolled up the volume, and bounced to the beat on the spot as she sucked down all the cold chocolate yummy-spiked goodness. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 23:29:44 GMT -8
Nodding when Morgan explains that her father's views on luck, which I guess she shares, make it difficult to wish others well using the term since, common as it is, doing so would require her to explain those views when using it, I smile and say, "I can see how that would be so. One of the challenges of Basic is that many words can mean different things to everyone, and so I doubt you're alone in such dilemmas, which are quite probably more common than we often realize. Setting that subject, which could be exhaustively explored, though not necessarily very entertaining to anyone other than a linguist, I smile and tell both Helaine and Morgan, You do both look good in purple, and then laugh when Helaine explains her author's lack of having found a picture of a dress as others have done, trying to console her by suggesting, Perhaps your author prefers to leave the dress to the imaginations of readers? Looking over at Morgan after Helaine suggests that we join Crystal and the others, I ask her, What do you think? Shall we join Atlantis, Crystal, and the others? Noting that Aerandir is speaking with Atlantis and returning Constanza's wave with one of my own, I tell Morgan, It looks as though your father has already done so."
Clapping enthusiastically when the first winners of the evening are announced, I wait to learn whether Morgan would prefer to join her family or perhaps continue mingling.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 20, 2015 23:31:00 GMT -8
Her eyes caught and followed the latest newcomer to the bunch, her eyebrow raising at the woman's distinctly bedroom attire. Still, it was worth a good chuckle. The bartender turned and caught her eye, and she pointed at the bedroom woman and then at herself, "put it on my tab." That jewelry wasn't gonna do anyone any good.
"Sheesh. I'm glad I'M not working bar here."
She whirled, surprised at the unexpected voice from right next to her. A man was leaning against the bar, same as she was. He looked to be her age, with medium-length brown hair with a few blonde streaks here and there. His eyes were blue, like hers, and he almost reminded her of her brother, but there was something slightly off about that comparison.. Cao was a bit more athletic. And there was a spark to this one's eyes that Cao lacked..
He was wearing a strange combination of clothes for the occasion, though she was hardly one to talk. The odd man was wearing grey jeans with the cuffs turned up, red Converse (whatever those were in this universe), a black shirt with a strange gold symbol on it, a blue open zip-up hoodie with the letters "HA" on one side and "LO" on the opposite (obviously meant to join together when it was zipped up), and a necklace with three charms on it, each with exotic-looking symbols. And he was looking at her as if he knew everything about her.
"Remember last time I brought you here? You certainly had some fun." He smirked, turning to the bartender as he was handed a shot of some blue liquid. He downed it quickly, shook his head, then put the glass back down on the bar with a satisfying thud. "Damn tolerance."
"I know you, don't I?"
At a brief glance and another gesture, the bartender made another one of the "yummy" chocolate milks, putting it at Karana's spot, tapping her on the shoulder, and pointing to the technicolour-haired girl.
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Franz Delgrave
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Post by Franz Delgrave on Feb 20, 2015 23:52:08 GMT -8
So...
This guy walks into the Sithies, dressed for the occasion, that guy wasn't alone though, since there was that other guy with that relentless chick of his.
But the guy and that other guy, they are both me but I am sure that everyone already knows that especially from that said sandbox.
But anyways, promise done for that first part as for that other part it's still pending. This should be the perfect occasion to do so especially when it might summon a few from that void, I think.
"ON FAIT LA NIGHT?!" The first guy says when he reaches the group there, that same expression that goes, are we doing this and then follow that up with an all nighter, all standard statement. I remember we used to do that a long time ago, pre-marriage, pre-baby but yeah that is all RL right now it only goes like this.
Franz, Ryan and Ljiljana walked into a bar...
That is the serious start of a bad joke really...
Snapping out of his Franz looked at Atlantis and then AJoker (I see what you did there!) before slapping that said Joker onto the head. "You creepy." Franz says whilst making a face and then turned to look at everyone waving his hand as a greeting. "Hello all you lovely people, uh shouldn't we move to the theater or something? I noticed that there were some table there?" He suggested but then he could very well understand why Crystal was hanging around this part of the place because, ASoT, the Dutch in her author clearly loves that kind of tune, I would know since she is my cousin-in-law? Yeah anyways, Franz looked at everyone, really everyone and noticed a familiar face right there.
Well ain't that interesting, and it looks like she is completely out of it. "Anyways, ladies since that jerk didn't say anything about it, where are his manners right? You all look stunning tonight!"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Feb 21, 2015 0:00:37 GMT -8
*Morgan nodded almost solemnly in agreement with Master Roma that Basic could be difficult, what with the different meanings behind several words. She then smiled and giggled at the compliment that she looked good in purple, and even twirled to show off the dress a little. When asked if they should go see Atlantis and the others, she looked around for them, seeing at the bar, then shrugged and nodded.*
Sure!
*Taking the initiative, she grabbed Master Roma's hand—not the other lady's simply due to sheer unfamiliarity—and led them over to where the others were. Then she released her hand and waved at the group, beaming at them.*
Hi!
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Post by Wade on Feb 21, 2015 0:03:00 GMT -8
"Looks like you've got an admirer." Wade said as he approached from Malora's seven o'clock. His attire was no less casual than hers, except that he'd completely foregone putting on a shirt and wore only the sweat pants. "I think I wore a suit last year... Can't remember why." He glanced around at the others and their fancy-shmancy getups, then back at Mal and her sweats. "This is much better." A smirk creeped onto his face as he sidled up beside her and slipped an arm around her waist, then snatched the second chocolate milk off the bar before she could nab it. He downed the entire glass in one go and aimed a grateful nod in the direction of the girl with the outrageous hair. "Mmm... Calcium. Chocolate too. You can never go wrong with chocolate." SLiding the glass back onto the counter, he turned to better face the raven-haired rebel and quirked a questioning eyebrow. "So then, princess, when are you gonna show up and rescue me? Feels like it's been years since I got dragged off..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 0:06:04 GMT -8
Pushing her dark grey half shelter cape back as she sits in the chair across from Plu, Neassa smiles unseen beneath her buy'ce as, guessing that it's alright to act as though their past is known to them both even though they have yet to get around to actually writing that shared past out, she greets him warmly, Buir! Me'vaar ti gar? *
A bit of polish and some touch up to the paint on her red and black beskar'gam all the formal wear she felt needed for the occasion, Neassa glances around at the other attendees as she applauds the winners that are announced, spotting a few faces familiar to her even though she has yet to actually meet them in the version of reality existing outside of the Sithies. Perhaps she will go over and visit with them later, Neassa thinks as she returns her attention to Plu and switches to Basic as she asks him, So, which award will you be presenting?
*Father! How are you?
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Post by Ambar Calmcacil on Feb 21, 2015 0:23:45 GMT -8
*Ambar and Samantha had separated from the rest of their group a little further away, not quite into the idea of mingling; normally they were just here to be supportive, Ambar not really caring about the festivities, though Samantha was definitely impressed by it all. They were by the food, far away from Culex, similar to the other Calmcacils, and enjoying a few of the samplings while watching the proceedings. Ambar watched Samantha as he munched, then spoke when his mouth was empty.*
Never thought I'd see you in a dress. It's kind of weird honestly.
*Samantha made a face at him like she was offended at the statement, then giggled with her mouth closed. She swallowed her own bite of food before shrugging.*
I figured, why not, ya know? I mean Michelle and Annabelle are doing it. I guess I kinda like it.
*Ambar chuckled and looked out over the hall absently for a moment, then smirked his usual smirk as he replied.*
I suppose like I have a soft side, you actually have a girly side.
*He looked down at her, and she only tilted her head to the side as she gave him a disapproving look, putting a fist on her hip.*
Ya wanna go?
*Ambar let out a loud, amused laugh, then grinned at her.*
But certainly not all girly.
*She looked up at him a moment longer, then shook her head and focused on her food again, speaking when her mouth was empty again.*
Thought about poofing into regular clothes, decided I might as well stick it out.
*Ambar let out an approving grunt, nodding at her.*
Keeping to it, not wimping out. Atta girl.
*Samantha let outan impatient splutter.*
It's just a dress, nothing to really "wimp out" from.
*Ambar smirked again, but decided to leave the topic be for now and focus more on eating. And perhaps mingling, when the time came. Part of him almost hoped it didn't, but he knew he needed to be more polite than that.*
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Feb 21, 2015 0:36:02 GMT -8
I smirked. "I've seen the results, and if that's the kind of writing that too much caf induces, then my writer needs to consume more of it." These sorts of compliments were always embarrassing for me. I wasn't the one doing the writing, I was just a lost girl trying to survive in a big, scary galaxy without any of my past ever catching up to me again. The writing just kind of happened to me, and I was the writee, not the writer. Putting me in the middle of the complements was almost as annoying as the crew deciding to make me Captain during Fel's absence. Grr. Why did I have to keep thinking about Fel's absence? Was it guilt? Paranoia? Fear of how he would react if he saw us tonight? Yeah, that was it. I was scared. Scared that he would be mad at us for not rescuing him yet, or worse, scared that he would be indifferent because he had moved on without us."Don't worry about it. You can tell me. I won't remember any of this after it's over, anyway." The bartender handed me a glass, and I took a long sip of the Tarisian ale. "It's kind of like a fever dream, only without the fever." My expression rapidly changed from bemused to mock reproval as Connie made a Force Wizard gesture. "Come now, you know that mind control stuff doesn't work on Epicanthix. We're immune!" It was true, although I had not learned the full details yet, and I was surprised to hear the words come from my mouth. A big part of my Force-skepticism was tied up in how some of the cute magic tricks of the Jedi didn't actually work on me."Um, sure." After the cheering (my own included) had died down, I shrugged one shoulder at her invitation. "I'd be honored." Apologies if I seem rude, I was merely a little curious, and if my suspicions are correct... You are Epicanthix, are you not? |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 0:52:55 GMT -8
Waving a hand when Liya says that she could be told about the whole Fel in Stormie armor thing, Connie grins and says chipperly, "Nah, I'll let him 'splain in when ya see him, if, ya know, ya see him, or I guess when ya see him, whether that's here or out there ona boards. Giggling when Liya 'splains 'bout how Epicanthix are all immune ta the whole Force mind trickery stuff, Connie says, 'Course I know that! Pffft, who doesn't, like, know that, right? It was jussa a joke. Cool! Connie says when Liya says she'll join her an' the Umgul crew. Before they can make their way over though, a couple'a things happen, one being the arrival of Wade and 'Rana, which causes Connie to squeal in delight, Hey, it's some'a the rest'a the Fel crew! Yay! An' they're in jammies! That's, like, totally cool! Next year's Sithies should have a jammie theme! Then a tall dude that's rockin' a mustache come up an' asks Lya if she's an Epicanthix, to which Connie replies while giving the dude that's worried about bein' rude a thumbs up, Got it in one duder! Go you with your mad recognizin' alien species skills! Tiltin' her head to the side and lookin' at the dude with a speculative squint, Connie guesses, Normal human, right? Introducing Liya, Connie gestures from mustache dude to Liya as she smiles and says, Liya Tawaza, mustache guy. Mustache guy, Liya Tawaza. I'm Connie, 'cept when I'm Tehia, or sometimes Anzhelina, dependin', ya know, on, like, who ya ask or where I'm at an' all."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 1:08:24 GMT -8
Now that the Awards ceremony had started on the Stage, Ushers moved about the Main Hall to help direct people, who were willing, towards the Theatre where there was an abundance of seating and tables set for those that had come in groups, althought it wasnt entirely a necessity to head in since a good number of the screens in the Main Hall were showing feeds from the stage anyway, but it could make it easier for those winning awards that wanted to give speeches to get on the stage somewhat expediently, although, since it was the Sithies, there was also always magic to fall back on
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Post by Andros Vyridian on Feb 21, 2015 2:04:38 GMT -8
"Oh yeah, no need to be sorry Lyov, like Helaine has said I am having that much fun, I mean sinceriously, you write the baddie perfectly and I cannot be more thrilled about that! Therefore that makes me so happy that you are back here with us!!!" Andros says exhuberantly, completely different from how he usually is in the story, but whatever he is breaking the rules right now...
Slap from Crystal.
Kick from Connie.
What the?
Oh right he probably deserves that, of course he does, after all as the author of Andros, me myself and I am completely fine with all shows of love.
"Shush..." Andros places his index finger in front of his lips looking from Connie to Elika about that apparent plant he did right there with Delaana.
"Nothing that bad, I promise, you see fact is, Delaana, as far as everyone is concerned is just a regular person, albeit a hot Hapan chick, who is an Afrikaneer apparently in the real world, and I could not entirely make her bad, because that is the other home country of the authors of Crystal and Lara, whenever she is going to come back, just pregnancy alert." Andros explains thoughtfully before laughing.
"But it goes like this, I only planted the Hapan there, because okay yes, she is hot and also she has skills and she can protect Elika if and when necessary. Mhmmmm"
That said Andros focused onto Aerandir and smirked knowingly since he did see the action of the character there and the proud expression from Cassie over there also. "Michael, be proud of that, you are the only one that has that title and that makes you an Elitist Jerk, like me, and all of us, I think?
But oh hai, shouldn't we go to the theater or something I heard an award had been announced already and yadda yadda, congrats to Jensin, awesome work, that makes him an elitist now as well! Eyup."
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