The Major
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 22:28:47 GMT -8
Hilarious. What a funny piece of shard. Her eyes roll but her brain fails to produce an effective comeback that just wasn't insulting or petty. She takes a swig first then voices the option run.
"Girls just want to have fun by doing chemistry. Mixing explosive chemicals and applying them to dead tissue in order to keep it from rotting for extended periods of time is better than any date. Except with you, Tess. Well, except when you have to go to the bathroom. You do that often. Actually, it would be pretty funny if you snaked out the window."
It takes a moment before a rip of terror crosses her face.
"Don't do that! I have.... damnit. Something good. Yes! Great! I'm a great listener. Sort of. Well, no, not at all. But I can be a great, giving person! Eh, well, not exactly. But... Umm... I can do this. Eralam! Shut up. Don't say anything. I know I can do this."
It appears the Major begins to do some intense mental math while staring up at the ceiling. Absentmindedly, the Fallanassi rests a free hand upon Tess's thigh, who probably looked hella confused right about now.
Who knew how long this could take.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 22:36:00 GMT -8
It took millennia as a rock to keep one's face properly neutral when, in reality, one would like nothing more than to roll on the ground laughing. Either that or a lot of experience with poker. Eralam had both. That was how, when Major's brain started cooking under the strain of small talk, he managed not to collapse into paroxysms of laughter. He said nothing. His face betrayed nothing. He just sat there impassively, waiting for her to come up with something as the minuted ticked by.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 23:35:32 GMT -8
Surprisingly, even to me, all Arcturus' almost-intention earned was the briefest of glares. It wasn't that I didn't notice, rather, my level of not-giving-a-poodoo was rising faster than the level of drunkenness in the room around us. And Dante seemed to have the situation in hand (Ok, Writer, your puns are getting older than Yoda).I casually took another sip of the Tarisian ale as Baylan introduced himself. Another thief? Interesting. His choice of profession definitely piqued my interest. I might have settled into smuggling as my paid profession, but there were few things (aside from explosives) that I enjoyed better than a well executed theft. "It's always nice to meet another thief." I replied with a smile. "I'm Liya Tawaza, former ghost burglar and master assassin, turned smuggler." It wasn't always nice, in honesty. Some of my best capers had been ruined by clumsy rivals who had shown up at the wrong moment.I laughed as Baylan tried once more to question his surroundings, and got simultaneously punched by his two companions. Or should I say family members, since that was apparently what he was. "And you're too kind, Dante." My cheeks reddened at his compliments. "But I really must apologize for appearing like this. The Writer was impatient to get here, and so I had to make due with whatever I could steal." I glanced down at the hastily altered sleeves, tightly stretched waistband, and rather scuffed boots. Men's boots. "There wasn't a single presentable dress in my size."Their own sudden transformation, however, was stunningly handsome. Apparently Old Serenno knew a thing or two about fashion. But that wasn't what I noticed most --- what drew my attention was that they had the capability to instantly change their clothes, almost as if by magic. Was that some new trick of the Force that I had not yet encountered? It seemed unlikely. No, their Writer had taken mercy on them in a way that mine had not, and wanted them to look their absolute finest. I bit off a curse in my throat. The Writer could certainly have done the same for me, but no, clearly some fun was being had, at my expense. =Dante= "Please - it is the mark of a truly beautiful and graceful woman to be radiant regardless of what she is wearing. The fact you make something you deem unpresentable into something of elegance is a testament to this fact, and, may I add, has been done with far more success than some of the others here..." As he spoke, he stared at her boots, aye, men's boots they were; and found the ordeal most endearing. Arcturus just rolled his eyes at the words, and muttered something about "Someone not having been to Serenno in too long" whatever that meant. Still, Arcturus gave the oddest of smiles, and simply turned to Baylan, finally, and mercifully, filling in the newcomer with details of the event. Frowning, Dante cleared his throat, and Arcturus shot Dante a questioning look, cutting the conversation short.=Arcturus= "...Yes?" =Dante= "...Am I free to go master?" =Arcturus= "Oh good GOD. I was your master, what, a hundred years ago? Get over your daddy complex. Go. Mingle. *Insert animated hand flutter* Dance." Rolling his eyes, Dante turned from Arcturus and eyed the ballroom, before turning back to Liya. Giving a slight bow, he held his right arm flat against his chest, and held out his left hand in offering.=Dante= "...Would you indulge an old Count who is far out of practice in a dance? Far be it that the Fel crew, and company, should drink the place dry before the festivities even start." It was, perhaps, an odd side of Dante. A Dante from Serenno - a Dante of Counts, courts, diplomacy, and refinement; far different from the near insane and unstable Dante, so prone to violence and ill temperament. Maybe it was a hint of things to come in future stories. Maybe, it was a sad hail to side of character that would always be just...out of reach; forever dying, but never dead. Or maybe...maybe Dante just liked to dance. Whatever the reason, Arcturus simply rolled his eyes, pointing at each individual in the group, and filling Baylan in on the histories of each. Pointing at Arcturus, Baylan shot Arcturus an inquisitive look, and Arcturus just shrugged. Barely audible, one could just hear him reply...=Arcturus= "I have no idea how many spoons that would take. Maybe you should try forks." Ah. Poor Baylan. Perhaps he WASN'T being educated afterall...indeed, after a few short minutes he looked even more confused as ever, his drinks disappearing ever more rapidly as Arcturus spoke. |
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 24, 2014 11:46:39 GMT -8
"Sylvis!" Jud yelled, as he violently jerked awake from his alcohol induced stupor. His eye was wild, darting around as if he didn't recognize his settings. He was tense, his pallid skin beading with sweat. It took several blinks of his eye before the Sith's demeanor slackened, his muscles untightening from their possible fight or flight response. Jud's head lowered into his hands and his skeletal fingers slicked back his damp hair. "Dreaming..." He managed, before pushing the bottles aside from where he sat.
He was surrounded by empty bottles, and Jud noticed that at some point he'd started changing up from Thallrika, to fire Whiskey, to Ne'tra gal, to Arkanian sweet milk, and back to Thallrika. "By the Void..." The Venerble Sith breathed. He hadn't had a bender quiet like this since... "Well..." Jud said, thinking back through his hazed memories. "Not since the old days." He replied to himself somberly.
Jud turned his attention to the dance floor, and smirked as he watched Sin and Adrien dance. Even Corr was entertaining the Major. "I hope someones recording this for posterity..." Jud murmured, still caught up in the fact that the Major was here and interacting with others... nicely. The band stopped playing for a bit, and the floor cleared as people found their seats or drinks and mingled again. Jud just swung himself around to face the bar again, the bartender already cleaning up the myriad of bottles. "Another bottle, your choice." Jud said with a drunkards smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 12:02:05 GMT -8
The bartender had a bottle saved just for such an occasion. Actually, it was a mason jar, filled with a slightly reddish liquid and with unidentifiable chunks of...something floating in the bottom.
On many planets, the locals would take the raw liquor produced, usually called moonshine or white lightning or firewater, and would chop up bits of fruit and let it sit in the potent beverage. This had a tendency to both mellow and flavor it, rendering into something that the average human could handle without much difficulty. This jar was prepared in the same way, but with a different purpose in mind. It was only to be given to one who had proven themselves worthy of the challenge it would present
Instead of fruit in the bottom, there were ghost peppers. They had been soaking for well over a year. The human in front of him had proven, thus far, to be the most capable drinker of the bunch. It was he who would face the fire. Jud would have his chance to prove mastery before the world. It was a shame he wasn't warned beforehand.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 24, 2014 12:49:12 GMT -8
Eventually Jade made her way over to the bar and slipped gracefully onto a stool. She tapped the counter absentmindedly with her fingers, tracing the patterns in the grain of the wood. Then she looked up and finally ordered a Corellian ale, noticing that Eralam, Major, and someone called Tess were just down the way.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 13:44:40 GMT -8
*What was that? He was getting good at this? Really? He started to feel a little light; all this was starting to be too much. The hands, the dancing, the compliments... he could almost pass out. But he refused to, not while he was in perhaps the greatest position he'd ever been in throughout his entire young life.*Th-thanks, you're good at dancing too. *Then he started blushing again— No. He was in charge now, and he immediately made the blushing go away. He straightened a little more, somehow seeming a little taller than before, and took full confidence in his movements to the point he was the one leading the dance routine. He was far too short to do anything fancy like twirl her or dip her, but he was able to manage well enough with the other moves. Nothing was going to get him down now...*
The music stopped and Terra gave Jake's hands a squeeze."Thank you for the dance, Jake!" |
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 24, 2014 14:25:36 GMT -8
Reyn and his coterie of fabulous females entered the ballroom like they owned the place. Reyn immediately calling for tihaar and smoking his cigar. It looked like it would be quite the party soon.
"So, let's find some trouble, shall we?"
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 24, 2014 14:29:23 GMT -8
"Why depend on that when we can just as easily make some instead?" Shia riposted, secretly wondering if her long-deceased brother was getting old. Grabbing her own large mug of tihaar, she looked around.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 14:52:21 GMT -8
Wilhelm strolled up besides Shia and Reyn, personally preffering the company of the Mando pair on this occasion
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
I would judge it's not hard to cause much trouble around here...
Meanwhile, Wilhelm's chest reactor slowly faded between different colours, acting as a cool portable disco light. He could sense this night could only get much better
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 24, 2014 15:40:06 GMT -8
Reyn looked around at all the women, a devilish smile crossing his aged features. Reyn was well known for his appetites for women.
"So many exciting options, what shall we do first? I confess I have not had nearly as much to drink as I intended."
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 24, 2014 15:56:43 GMT -8
"I was wondering about that," Shia replied to Reyn, quite surprised that he had not depleted the stock of tihaar already. She took another drink from her glass and offered some to Wilhelm with the caveat, "If you drink it all, I will kill you. I'm sure we can find you your own glass," though she wasn't about to say so, she quite liked the disheveled look he was sporting. Also, his hair was a bit mussed. She turned away to hide a grin. "So... found any uj cake yet, Reyn'ika, or are you subsisting solely on tihaar, our smiles, and whatever that was you were smoking earlier?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 16:10:14 GMT -8
Wilhelm grinned at the offer of a new glass of Tihaar. He accepted the glass of Tihaar and took a sip, enjoying the taste of the Mando brew
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
I'll do my best to not drink it all...
He then handed the glass of Tihaar back to Shia, before producing a glass of his own Tihaar
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Yeah we need to get more alcohol into Reyn, smiles are not a viable source of nourishment...
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 24, 2014 16:27:46 GMT -8
Shia nodded agreement with Wilhelm, snapped her fingers, and with a dramatic flourish presented the latest in technological innovation: the Tihaar IV drip, on wheels so he could circulate the room with it in tow. "For you, vod'ika." She caught Wilhelm's gaze out of the corner of her eye and winked at him. "I wish Parja would have come with him, the shenanigans would have been---" she shrugged expressively, as she whispered the last towards the Sithies MC.
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 24, 2014 17:00:16 GMT -8
Reyn waved off the IV, but did did take the bag, quickly bending down to pull a small kal out of his boot.
"There's no point if I can't taste it, I just need to put some work in, that's all. As for uj, I would never trust a dresselian baker to make a proper uj'alayi."
He expertly cut the corner off the bag and started drinking from it, like a champ. He paused a moment to replace the small blade and winked at Shia
"T'aint my first rodeo vod'ika"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 17:03:52 GMT -8
Wilhelm smirked as Shia made the comment about her wishing Parja had been around. He was quite certain if Parja and Reyn were around, things really would have been a lot more wonky then they apparently already were. Though Wilhelm couldn't say he wouldn't have enjoyed the good read
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Hehehe, I am no doubt certain there would have been some amazing shenanigans
Was the only reply Wilhelm gave before sipping on his glass of Tihaar, waiting to see what would happen next
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Feb 24, 2014 17:12:37 GMT -8
The door to the restroom banged open to reveal Corr Vhett swaying in the doorway. His visor somehow managed to have a T-shaped kaleidoscope effect going on as he rakishly adjusted the set of his top hat, advanced his cane and, with his pipe in his left hand, sauntered forth back into the fray. With polite nods and cheeky spanks he made a meandering trip across the dance floor until he found himself once again at the bar. The droid there wasted no time in placing a brandy in his hand before discretely leaving to allow Corr to survey the talent in his immediate vicinity...
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Post by Jake Palmer Calmcacil on Feb 24, 2014 17:35:59 GMT -8
Terra giggled as Jake started to take the lead, and it was nice to see him acting so confident for a change. Jake had an awkward streak a mile wide but looking at him now, one might never know about it. She wondered if Morgan had noticed too, though glancing at the girl on the side of the dance floor, she seemed to be happy for Jake as well. That or she was planning some kind of mayhem for later. Terra would have to be on her guard...
The music stopped and Terra gave Jake's hands a squeeze."Thank you for the dance, Jake!"
The squeeze of his hands almost made him jump as he he refocused on Terra, who thanked him for the dance. Unsure what to say, he only blushed, releasing his right hand from hers and rubbing the back of his head with it as he struggled to keep eye contact with her.*You're- You're welcome... Th-thank you for dancing with me! *Unsure what to do now, he spotted Morgan sitting not far away. She... had done a great thing. Jake didn't think he'd feel this way when she'd shoved him toward Terra, but now he did. Looking back up at Terra, he started to head that way.*C'mon, let's go sit down! *He led her by the hand over toward Morgan, then released it when they reached her as Jake climbed up into a chair. He would have hugged her, but it seemed a little obvious. So instead, he leaned closer toward her and whispered so that only she could hear.*Thanks, Morgan. That was, er, great. *He blushed a little again as he sat up straight, then gave Terra a happy and grateful grin. That had indeed been quite fun. He wasn't sure how soon he'd want to try it again, but he was definitely glad he had just then.* |
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Feb 24, 2014 17:36:39 GMT -8
*Morgan watched with amusement as Jake, flustered, asked Terra to dance and was led to the dance floor, where he seemed very unsure of himself for a little while, watching his feet so that the didn't misstep and the other people so that he could learn the steps. But soon things seemed to turn around and it seemed he had full confidence in every motion; was he actually leading the dance? Wow. Morgan was impressed! And Jake even seemed to be enjoying himself, which made it even better.
She was beaming as the couple returned to where she was sitting, Jake leading Terra by the hand. He climbed up next to her, Morgan fully expecting him to berate her in some way for putting him on the spot. But much to her surprise, he was thanking her instead, saying that it had been "great." Morgan beamed again, giggling as she looked up at Terra.*
You two looked great out there!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 18:46:21 GMT -8
Terra allowed Jake to lead her to where Morgan was seated and she sat down next to him. She giggled when Morgan declared her approval."Thanks Morgan!"She glanced briefly at the dance floor before turning back to Morgan."So are you gonna hit the dance floor?"
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