Raan Jade
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Post by Raan Jade on Feb 21, 2015 15:53:33 GMT -8
It feels quite odd to be here . . . Thought the red-haired man that had just walked into the Main Hall, looking around as if trying to get a bearing on his surrounding but failing miserably at it. An abrupt, yet gentle tug of his hand alerted him to the other person that was with him, and as his confused eyes fell upon her, the man smiled at his daughter. Lyra Jade, ever so alert hadn't wasted time in giving her father a reassuring smile as she led him through the hall.
"Papa," Said she, as she made brief eye contact with him. "Please remember to breathe."
Raan Jade only had time to inhale deeply before he was tugged yet again by his daughter, location unknown, as far as he was concerned.
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 21, 2015 16:26:02 GMT -8
*The tall woman seemed wary of Tom at first, perhaps rightfully so, he had somewhat just intruded upon their conversation. However, it seemed the rather humorous babbling of the shorter, pale woman eased her tension. She was an amusing one, though she too confirmed that the taller woman was indeed an Epicanthix, and correctly guessed Tom as a human, though to be fair, that wasn't exactly difficult. She even introduced herself and the taller woman, though apparently the pale woman had several names... Tom gave a half-nod of understanding, deciding not to pursue the topic and would use the first given name, "Connie."*It's a pleasure to meet you Connie, and you as well, Miss Tawaza. *He shook her offered hand, and even offered Connie a handshake as well.*My name is Tom. I did not mean to intrude, I simply haven't had the pleasure of meeting very many Epicanthix. My apprentice is an Epicanthix, and I've met his family as well. They are good, strong people. *Mostly. Probably best not to mention that their sister was a darksider, trained by another Epicanthix, and their father was a Sith... but those details weren't important. Far as he was concerned, a few sour grapes weren't going to ruin the whole bunch, and Zemear more than made up for the ill-intentioned individuals on his own, let alone his brother and mother as well.
It seemed the ushers were directing people toward the theater, so Tom took a step back and smiled warmly.*Well, it seems we're wanted elsewhere, if I am a bother I will let you go your own ways, but it was a pleasure to meet you both. *Something he barely managed to get off before Connie bounded off toward the theater herself quite... sporadically. An excitable one, her.* "The pleasure is mine, Tom." I replied smoothly, the death glare now fully under control and put back in it's corner until needed again. "It is rare to be recognized by someone from outside my home sector, and being a non-human brings complications, so you will forgive me if I prefer to be mistaken for a baseline human." Why was I explaining all this? There was no need to explain myself. The Writer was inside my head more than usual, and ordinary, rational divisions of in character and out of character were blurring. Part of me couldn't wait for this episode to end.With my distinct advantage in height (and thus leg length), as well as my choice of shoes (they seemed to be the same flats that I was currently wearing on Bespin), and the fact that my writer had given me the loose-fitting dress pants from some pantsuit I did not remember owning, I could have chased after Connie and overtaken her on her way into the theater. But I would have had to leave my Tarisian ale behind, or risk spilling it all over the carpet, myself, and the other guests. Neither was an option. And so I made my own way into the theater at a mere walk, my ale clutched carefully in one hand. |
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Feb 21, 2015 17:23:06 GMT -8
*Ah, Miss Tawaza had dropped all pretenses of hostility entirely and simply made it known that she preferred to be mistaken for human, as "being a non-human brings complications." Tom understood, though did not understand why this was true. He only gave an understanding nod as he slowly made his way to the theater himself.*
It is unfortunate, but I understand. Shame, my experience with the race has been mostly quite pleasant. Well, I hope you enjoy your evening.
*He gave her a bow before eventually parting from her as he reached the theater.*
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Sol Canto
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Post by Sol Canto on Feb 21, 2015 18:36:54 GMT -8
After downing two glasses of Corellian Whiskey, Sol made his way into the theatre to find a seat. He was far from his desired state of apprehension, but decided not to drink too much, as he was making first impressions.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 22, 2015 1:16:09 GMT -8
*Getting into things? The grin on Logann's face was the signal that he was completely up for that. Getting into things was their pastime and one of his favorite hobbies. And quite certainly he'd love to get into things outside of the Sithies as well, revive the legacy, make the name Montrose known far and wide throughout the galaxy once more.* He finished what he thought should probably be his last glass for now. He knew his limits, but in his doldrums he hadn't exactly been paying attention to how much he'd been drinking, so for now he would play it safe, second liver or no. But he definitely noticed his brother seemingly almost choke on his drink and raised an eyebrow, following his gaze toward the... somewhat unkempt woman at the bar. He furrowed his brows, then asked,* I've known you for a while, bro, but never seen you almost spit out scotch because you saw a chick in her PJs. You know her or something'?
"I realize you haven't been around Gav for long, Blues...but there's something you oughtta know--"
Aedon quickly interjected, raising a hand and waving the Bothan off.
"It's nothing, bro, really..."
The Bothan furrowed his brow, which always seemed more-comical when a Bothan would do so.
"Nothing, Gav?! Really? That's the story we're going with?" He shot his glance back to Logann. "This kid's got it twisted. See that dame over there?! The raven-haired girl?" Obviously, the liquor was already hitting the Bothan in his spot where his brain-to-mouth filter was...his volume was increasing, and his tone was fairly-condescending. "See her?! That's Karana Malora. The only chick to ever have pulled one over on your 'bro'...she managed to leave the poor kid with naught but his knickers on more than a few occasions back on Coruscant!--"
It was sudden, the smack to the back of the Bothan's head. No quicker had it occurred than the Zeltron captain managed to interject on his behalf.
"--Gee, look at that bartender mixing up that Wookiee Wallbanger! I think that'd be a helluva drink, wouldn't it, bro?!" He motioned to the Bothan. "How about you go and grab us a couple, Na'me??? Thanks! I'd appreciate it!" As the tan-furred Bothan walked away, Aedon picked up where he left off. "Y'know...I've had that chick on her heels just as much as she got me, right?! Don't believe everything ya hear from Na'me...'Lil Mal' has had her share of embarrassing moments thanks to 'Yours Truly'!"
He made an elaborate motion with his hands to indicate that he was still as 'macho' as he appeared to be. It wasn't working...but Aedon felt slightly-better about his blunderous past as a result. |
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 22, 2015 15:17:25 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. *Getting into things? The grin on Logann's face was the signal that he was completely up for that. Getting into things was their pastime and one of his favorite hobbies. And quite certainly he'd love to get into things outside of the Sithies as well, revive the legacy, make the name Montrose known far and wide throughout the galaxy once more.* He finished what he thought should probably be his last glass for now. He knew his limits, but in his doldrums he hadn't exactly been paying attention to how much he'd been drinking, so for now he would play it safe, second liver or no. But he definitely noticed his brother seemingly almost choke on his drink and raised an eyebrow, following his gaze toward the... somewhat unkempt woman at the bar. He furrowed his brows, then asked,* I've known you for a while, bro, but never seen you almost spit out scotch because you saw a chick in her PJs. You know her or something'?
"I realize you haven't been around Gav for long, Blues...but there's something you oughtta know--"
Aedon quickly interjected, raising a hand and waving the Bothan off.
"It's nothing, bro, really..."
The Bothan furrowed his brow, which always seemed more-comical when a Bothan would do so.
"Nothing, Gav?! Really? That's the story we're going with?" He shot his glance back to Logann. "This kid's got it twisted. See that dame over there?! The raven-haired girl?" Obviously, the liquor was already hitting the Bothan in his spot where his brain-to-mouth filter was...his volume was increasing, and his tone was fairly-condescending. "See her?! That's Karana Malora. The only chick to ever have pulled one over on your 'bro'...she managed to leave the poor kid with naught but his knickers on more than a few occasions back on Coruscant!--"
It was sudden, the smack to the back of the Bothan's head. No quicker had it occurred than the Zeltron captain managed to interject on his behalf.
"--Gee, look at that bartender mixing up that Wookiee Wallbanger! I think that'd be a helluva drink, wouldn't it, bro?!" He motioned to the Bothan. "How about you go and grab us a couple, Na'me??? Thanks! I'd appreciate it!" As the tan-furred Bothan walked away, Aedon picked up where he left off. "Y'know...I've had that chick on her heels just as much as she got me, right?! Don't believe everything ya hear from Na'me...'Lil Mal' has had her share of embarrassing moments thanks to 'Yours Truly'!"
He made an elaborate motion with his hands to indicate that he was still as 'macho' as he appeared to be. It wasn't working...but Aedon felt slightly-better about his blunderous past as a result."So then, princess, when are you gonna show up and rescue me? Feels like it's been years since I got dragged off..." Mal said, inspecting the glass for any leftover traces of-…oh, but look, two fresh drinks! She looked over her shoulder at whoever Wade had nodded at, spying a girl with some wicked wild hair and some guy that looked very familiar. The girl was looking murderously at him. Hmm. And then she caught a flash of violet down the bar a ways…was that…? Oh mai gawd, it was. Cue narrowing of the eyes. “But I’m totally on my way right now, your rescue is under way, and…” She turned back to face him, swiped her drink off the counter, and offered him a wry smile. “…don’t call me Princess.” Malora popped the straw in her mouth, took a long draw, grabbed Wade’s hand, and hauled him towards the two who’d sent them the drinks. “C'mon, let’s go bother some people.”
She strolled up next to the young woman with the friggin’ awesome hair, sliding her earphones off her ears and letting them hang around her neck. “You gave me drinks!” Mal beamed at her. “I like you. Although, I guess, technically, it was you.” The smuggler turned to Kevin briefly, watching the tension between writer and his character. “Having fun, Kevvie? What are you drinking, anyway? It’s so…blue. What is it, like, liquefied Corruption? Melted Blue Raspberry Sour Patch Kids?” She picked up a couple bloated olives floating in a discarded glass on the bar counter next to them. Taking careful aim, Mal hurled the olives through the air (perhaps a little too hard) at Aedon Gavin Friggin’ Montrose. It was a fair distance, and she’d probably have missed had it not been the Sithies, but they hit their target. “You, come here, right now,” she mouthed silently at him, beckoning with her pointer finger. |
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 22, 2015 21:46:26 GMT -8
“It has been years,” Mal said, inspecting the glass for any leftover traces of-…oh, but look, two fresh drinks! She looked over her shoulder at whoever Wade had nodded at, spying a girl with some wicked wild hair and some guy that looked very familiar. The girl was looking murderously at him. Hmm. And then she caught a flash of violet down the bar a ways…was that…? Oh mai gawd, it was. Cue narrowing of the eyes. “But I’m totally on my way right now, your rescue is under way, and…” She turned back to face him, swiped her drink off the counter, and offered him a wry smile. “…don’t call me Princess.” Malora popped the straw in her mouth, took a long draw, grabbed Wade’s hand, and hauled him towards the two who’d sent them the drinks. “C'mon, let’s go bother some people.”
She strolled up next to the young woman with the friggin’ awesome hair, sliding her earphones off her ears and letting them hang around her neck. “You gave me drinks!” Mal beamed at her. “I like you. Although, I guess, technically, it was you.” The smuggler turned to Kevin briefly, watching the tension between writer and his character. “Having fun, Kevvie? What are you drinking, anyway? It’s so…blue. What is it, like, liquefied Corruption? Melted Blue Raspberry Sour Patch Kids?” She picked up a couple bloated olives floating in a discarded glass on the bar counter next to them. Taking careful aim, Mal hurled the olives through the air (perhaps a little too hard) at Aedon Gavin Friggin’ Montrose. It was a fair distance, and she’d probably have missed had it not been the Sithies, but they hit their target. “You, come here, right now,” she mouthed silently at him, beckoning with her pointer finger.
"...Sooooo...we're going over here now." He lowered his voice as he began closing the distance between himself and Lady Death."Whatever you do, don't show fear. She will smell it and then you'll be foreverplaguedwithherexistence--" They had reached her just as he finished with the rush of his last few words - likely on this planet. "--HI, Mal! How's life as a hobo?" He'd SOOOOO regret those words in a moment... |
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Post by Logann Renji Montrose on Feb 22, 2015 22:06:48 GMT -8
*Oh, this was a rich story, one Aedon seemed to not want out, but Na'me went on regardless. Karana Malora... the only person to have duped his bro. Definitely some history here. An old flame? Or a rival of some sort? Still... Seemed there were still some secrets about Aedon Montrose, secrets Logann was quite eager to learn more about, and Aedon sending the Bothan away to fetch more drinks only served to fuel that curiosity even more.* *Logann grinned, and was not unaware of the glaring summoning given him by Miss Malora. He stood up to follow his bro, smirking at his advice to not show fear.* Heh, fear, me? I don't fear no babe, bro.
*He stood by his brother's side with his arms folded, tilting his chin up slightly, the smirk still there as his eyes scanned her up and down.* *Still quite nice-looking for someone so underdressed, though the scan was quite honestly mostly to see what kind of threat she might be. Amusing as the story was, there had to be something to her to make her able to pull one over on Aedon. Nice opening statement, bro, he added in his thoughts, though kept his outward composure intact.*
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Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 22, 2015 23:21:07 GMT -8
Alena's attention was diverted from her writer briefly, towards the unkempt woman.
"Thanks. Don't thank him, though.. He just ruins everything. I guess it's his fault I tried to kill you once, too. Huh.."
She turned her head to glance back at him, but he was already gone, standing next to Karana, a smirk on his face and another shot in his hand.. and then that one, too, was gone.
"Nah, nothing so insidious. It's just a Scooby Snack. I mean, if you want liquefied Corruption, then by all means, allow me.."
His smirk grew larger as Elly's head whipped around towards him, a look of indignation on her face, and raised his hand. A snap of his fingers, and a writhing orb of the nasty blue stuff appeared in midair. Elly's mouth dropped open in shock and disgust, but he just laughed.
"Lighten up, girl, this is the Sithies. Nothin' can go wrong here. Least you aren't dropping back into non-existence at the end of it this time around. Or are you just grumpy cuz Na'an isn't here for you to snog this time?"
Her cheeks flared up, a furious red, both from anger and a bit of embarrassment. It was also noteworthy that this was one of the very few times in her life that Eliana Shan had been at a loss for words..
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 23:44:32 GMT -8
Wilhelm then exited a door out into the Main Hall, having finished his duties for the Sithies Ceremony, before making his way to his VIP lounge area and kicking back on a sofa, looking like he was waiting for someone to show up
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Post by Random Gavel Guy on Feb 23, 2015 0:06:06 GMT -8
*From between the cushions materialized the form of the Gavel Guy, hovering above Wilhelm for a moment, then he sat down next to him, folding his arms behind his head and crossing his legs.*
You know, by all accounts, I'd say that went pretty well.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 0:31:55 GMT -8
Wilhelm didn't ntoice Gavel Guy's appearance at first, having relaxed back and closed his eyes, he barely noticed that it was a male's voice speaking
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Yeah, it went well... wait a second!
Wilhelm then opened his eyes and saw Gavel Guy sitting there, kicking back like his job was done
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Hey! Get back to work!
Wilhelm grabbed Gavel Guy's Gavel and smacked him over the head with it, before throwing it out of the lounge, as he started shoo'ing him out ala rafiki in the lion king
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Go on! Get out of here!
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Post by Random Gavel Guy on Feb 23, 2015 0:39:01 GMT -8
*Gavel Guy nodded, glad to know the director felt the same way, though frowned and looked at him curiously when he changed tune... then snatched his gavel and hit him with it. He flinched and winced; damn, was that how that felt? Well, at least it was an effective enforcement tool then, but the tossing of the gavel... that was too much. Gavel Guy stood up, narrowing his eyes down at Wilhelm, and raised his hand.*
NEVER DISRESPECT THE GAVEL!
*His hand nearly came down until he realized two things. One was that he should probably not attack the man in charge, especially if he wanted to work security again. The other... his hand was empty. He lowered his hand to his side and inclined his head.*
Apologies, sir.
*He stepped over toward his gavel, stooped down to collect it, then, in a strange twist, simply walked away instead of vanishing into an impossibly small space.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 0:41:41 GMT -8
Wilhelm just shook his head, not sure what he was going to do with that guy, but he did prove effective security, so he just laid back down and awaited the arrival of his proper company
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Atlantis Vyridian
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Feb 23, 2015 1:03:14 GMT -8
"GAVEL DUDE!!!" Atlantis called out from the theater after congratulating everyone who has won, they all deserved it. Right now though he needed to speak with Gavel Guy.
"Buddy, become a minister, now! I need to get married with my wifey! Again, huh what?" Atlantis made a face, technically his author was already married but not here... Either way, everyone got it! "MARRY CRYSTAL AND I!" Atlantis desperately said as he grabbed the man's collar and shook him
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Post by Random Gavel Guy on Feb 23, 2015 1:12:46 GMT -8
*Just as Gavel Guy was about to get back to keeping an eye on things, or maybe perhaps kick back for a bit, he heard someone call out after him and he turned, furrowing his brow. Ah, it was the... er... drag queen from the Best Female presentation. He demanded that Gavel Guy become a minister, hysterically speaking of his need to marry his wife. Wait, what? If she was his wife, then— "Again"? Gavel Guy was still so confused, but then he found himself being shaken by the collar like a rag doll, desperate to marry "Crystal" apparently.
When he was finally released, he shook his head to regain himself, fixed his collar, then looked the man in the eye.*
... I'll have you know that I am indeed licensed for anything. Anything. So I'd be happy to!
*He hefted his gavel and lightly smacked his palm with it a few times as he looked up and away, smiling reverently.*
It's time for this gavel to see some good use other than hitting people...
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Feb 23, 2015 1:47:01 GMT -8
"W000t! Okay hang on hang on. I need to get my wifey! Atlantis said as he released the Gavel Dude and turned to face the Theater again.
"CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSTAL LET'S GET MARRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah he was screaming his lungs out while running back to the theater.
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Post by Random Gavel Guy on Feb 23, 2015 1:57:33 GMT -8
*Well, the young lad was certainly eager. Gavel Guy smiled to himself, adjusted his collar one final time, and followed after him quickly, not wanting to lose sight of him.*
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Post by Darth Bacon on Feb 23, 2015 2:06:57 GMT -8
*Bacon stood beside the door to the theater, hands folded in front of him and beaming as he greeted the many guests returning for the after-party.*
Yes, yes, good to see everyone! I hope you enjoyed the ceremony, now prepare your bellies for the after-party! Just as before, all the food has been specially prepared by myself and my apprentice Eggs! Like our page on HoloSpace, Bacon's Bistro, for updates on when we finally manage to open up shop again! It'll be worth the travel!
*As he caught sight of Mr. Calmcacil and his entourage, he almost wanted to give him a sour expression. Losing Best Overall to those three... If the man had only used some of Bacon's work, he would have taken the top prize, solo, himself! But at the same time, the man had been a loyal customer and very accommodating back during the bistro's early days on Belkadan, so he couldn't be mad at him for that... Still, he supposed the Most Creative trophy from many years ago made up for that. Come to think of it, why'd they retire that award? Bacon surely would have won it many more times!
But now he had business to attend to, as he stepped into the theater and towards the stage...*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 3:23:15 GMT -8
With the Award Show of the weekend over and done with, and her travelling companions having won Best Duo, which was a pretty sweet deal, Emma made her way out of the Theatre, knowing that she would need to get back to work again, when she had barely taken her first steps out into the Main Hall as she noticed Wilhelm nod towards her, a second before her skimpy bikini suit phased back into her regular tight fitting survival suit, before another phase shift put her into her Venator Armour briefly, before she worked out that she could phase out of it again into just her survival suit and heelsThis would be really helpful in the open universe...She moved out of the way of the door and headed over to a nearby drink stand, since she assumed Artemis Bloodmoon would be following close behind, now that the awards were over and done with for another year. Emma then grabbed a glass of a glowing red liquid and downed half of it there and then, having finally been allowed to drink, before turning to ArtemisCongratulations girly! you and the big guy really earned it!
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