Lord Sinistra
Retired High Councilor
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 28, 2013 8:01:20 GMT -8
Somewhere in Kuat City, Sinistra has rented out an entire hotel and conference center to entertain the entirety of the galaxy with food, drink, and comradery. There are long tables holding plates of roast turkey and wild game birds; heaping bowls of stuffing and dressing; roasted and mashed potatoes; yams and sweet potatoes topped with brown sugar and marshmallows; green bean cassaroles with cripsy fried onions, peas with pearl onions and mushrooms, corn with ribbons of bell peppers; boats of gravy and baskets of every kind of dinner roll. There are pies, cakes and pastries for dessert and copious amounts of wine and beers. Sinistra, looking much younger and decidedly less evil in a manner not unlike her author, sits at the head of one of the tables, smiling and welcoming all with tidings of friendship and goodwill.
"Come friends, let's embrace each other as fellow travelers on this journey of writing and adventure. Let us forget our factions for this day and remember that we are all massive Star Wars nerds. May the Force be with you all and Happy Thanksgiving!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 13:20:19 GMT -8
Eralam arrived in a whirl of profanity and confusion. He wasn't quite sure how he ended up at the banquet, or how he ended up in his original Shard body, for that matter.
Still, it didn't matter. It was Thanksgiving, and that meant sitting down to dinner with a wide variety of beings that would put aside their differences for one meal. They'd go back to killing each other tomorrow, but for tonight, there was peace.
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Xeonon Solomon
The First Order
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 1, 2013 5:26:34 GMT -8
Xeonon walked into the hall and noticed only two people. A robot who had no right being there and his host. Oh thank the gods, I thought I was going to be late. Having just come back from the spirit world for such an occasion he was worried. Time held no meaning on the ethereal planes but he was new there. Time still was a concept to him.
Sitting down in front of a bowl of mashed potatoes he reached over for the butter and mixed the two together. Nothing says good eating like a heart attack potato.
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