Theatre

"Oh lovely! Helaine says with a smile when Andros says that she is welcome to ask him, Crystal, or Lily for fashion advice whenever needed. Laughing at the antics of Atlantis, who has apparently decided to be married to Crystal by Gavel Guy, Helaine wonders aloud, Will that count in uni? Probably not, she guesses, and then frowns as she says, And not terribly romantic either, is it? Maybe he's setting himself up to be hit again. Someone should really warn him."

Lyov chuckles, "It's probably too late. Besides, he enjoys being hit, remember? Thank you, he tells Andros when congratulated, and I truly meant what I said about thanking you all for welcoming me into the group as well. Well then, he says, as I believe the after party is to be in the main hall, maybe we should all begin heading that way?"

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Delaana had an amused expression as Connie introduced all of them to Liya, and even added a descriptive about Lana which she guessed she agreed on more or less but that was something that still had to be written in universe. Nonetheless she accepted the namana and downed it after nodding that indeed Andros was the only one to blame for all of that. "Thank you." She felt the alcohol coursing through her and it made her slightly shiver.

Namana wasn't her go-to drink to tell the truth but if that was on the table, she'd take it no questions asked but still she had to limit herself with her alcohol consumption due to her job, she guessed. Each time a winner or several from the looks of it for an award had been announced, Lana clapped her hands and congratulated them whenever she could, or at least whenever she was sitting relatively close to.

This year's Sithies had been impressive and nicely executed, great writers had been honored, and it was filled with jokes and laughter, but not really staying on those thoughts for too long, she looked at her side when she saw Elika and Raan coming back. Taking Elika's hand willingly, Delaana pushed herself up and looked at the Senator, she knew that he was the Senator anyways, as after all she worked in the government building or at least she had been apprised by the Vice Governor on who was the Senator.

"Raan, it is a pleasure to meet you." Delaana said softly with a warm smile, since titles weren't used at all, and since she knew how all of the guys were, she didn't even start by calling him Senator or whatever. She just greeted him the way she was introduce to him as. "Good friend, well then, I suppose, Raan, that you will have to tell me all about Elikapeka and what she likes in terms of food because I still need to invite her one evening..." Lana laughed softly and walked towards that after party but on the way, they walked next to Atlantis and she pursed her lips thoughtfully.

"A little more preparation and a surprise will do the trick, Atlantis, I am sure you will find a funny idea..." She told him in an effort to comfort him. "He asked the Gavel Guy to get him and Crystal married..." Lana explained to both Raan and Elika in case they missed it...

So, by some kind of miracle (perhaps even Shiraya's mercy), Raan had made it out of the balcony alive, with lady leading him to the Umgul table (though it looked like everyone was getting ready to go elsewhere), Elikapeka, threatening that if it had been Lucy on on the receiving end of his prophecy joke then he would have had a broken a nose.



"Yes, please and thank you!" He agreed rather happily, before adding, "I'm assuming Ceesi isn't a nickname of sorts, is it?" Though he had surmised the meaning of the word, and even heard it used before by someone else close to his heart, Raan took the safe approach in asking this.



Raan was definitely studying the expression on Elika's face, the corners of his lips curving a little as he was reminded when else it was that he had seen a similar expression. It had to be Naboo. When Elika introduces him as her good friend, he inclines his head both in acknowledgement and gratitude, as . . .



It was only then that he his eyes met Delaana's and he smiled, said, "The pleasure is all mine, Delaana." Wondering if he should joke about how he thought her name was Ceesi, he decided against it for the time being. Unfortunately Raan did not know who Delaana was since he had been gone for quite some time, and left the Vice Governor to run things in his absence.

Laughing when Delaana says that he would have to tell her all about Elika and her preferences in food, his eyes briefly met Elika's, Oh I like her, they said, before looking at Delaana and saying, "I would be delighted to tell you all about Peka, but quid pro quo, you will have to tell me all about how you met. What say you, Delaana?"

Raan's eyes searched the room for his daughter and upon spotting her, was relieved as he noticed that she was with Mace. He wondered what they were talking about — though, whatever it may have been, he was just glad that his daughter had stopped staring at the glass that had what he no doubt knew to be an alcoholic beverage.

"So, about what Peka likes to eat," Said Raan, his attention once again focused on Delaana. "I'm afraid I can't help you there." Closing his eyes as if in dismay, he said, "You see, the thing is . . ." Opening his eyes, he raised his hand to Elika's chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger as he gently turned it towards Delaana. "This adorable face never eats a thing. Sad, isn't it?"

Freeing Elika's chin, he squeezed her arm that the was locked with his and mouthed the words, I do this out of love followed by a reassuring grin as they . . .

The amused smile that Plu's comment about not knowing all of the details of his adventures yet brings to her lips is hidden beneath her buy'ce; Neassa herself all too familiar with how things planned are not always carried out in as timely a manner as one might want.  Well, it sounds like you've been keeping yourself busy, buir, Neassa says after he has finished describing some of what he has been doing to keep himself occupied.  When asked about her own adventures, Neassa laughs, Well, we're actually still at the planning the mischief and getting ready to set out to commit it stage actually.  Waving a gloved hand, she says, Long story, but I joined the crew in the middle of a bit of a mess that we'll have to sort out before we start planning any future mischief.  I do have a little side project I'm working on as well, she says, explaining, Some bounty hunting work involving ridding the universe of some of its criminal element.  It's sure to be a good time.


Recognizing the dark haired woman that approaches the table and addresses her adoptive father from her acceptance speeches earlier, Neassa says, Congratulations on your awards Master Jade, and then settles back in her chair to let the woman and Plu talk.  

Emi-Lee grinned at the sheer volume of activity in this place. It was overwhelming, for certain, but she didn't protest it. This was proof of signs of life. So instead, she fully embraced it and sat back. She knew now what needed to be done. And she had a few ideas churning in her mind already about how she might fully and officially return one day.

As Connie finished her recitation at a speed that most people would consider to be "fast-forward," and not "play," I stood stock still for several moments, my lower jaw sagging as if it were made from raw bread dough, as I tried to process the running accounting of the Umgul party. If Connie had used any periods, I had missed them. It had all been one long, blurry sentence, and it was a good thing I had a perfect memory, or I would have been incapable of a reply much beyond "Um, hi, y'all" and a polite bow. But finally I came to my senses, and managed to get some words out. "You talk too much, Connie. My writer says you need to slow down or you'll injure someone." There, that felt better. I'd even managed to use an amused tone of voice, to convey that I respected Connie's character quirks and didn't truly hate them. I was just kinda annoyed, y'know? Not full-blown-annoyed.

Somehow I had ended up with one of the namana shots even though I wasn't present when they were ordered, because this was the Sithies, and who needs math anyway. "And thanks. Winning one award would have been enough, and I won two. I'm at a loss for words, really. Saying thank you over and over seems hollow after a while." I glanced down at the two plaques tucked under my right arm, still not quite believing the gold ones were voth going home with me. A new thought occurred to me, as I realized that I was standing next to one of the most talkative people in the entire room. "Hey, maybe I can borrow some of your words! You'd never miss them."

Oh, right, the introductions. I smiled at the one called 'Dros. "Vice Governor? There's a question I've always had about that title, and I've never dared to ask it." I paused. "Er, actually, I've never had a chance. I've never spoken directly to a Vice Governor, I've only shot one from 1200 meters, never up close." Dangit, Connie's wordiness was rubbing off on me. "Anyway, question: Does the term Vice mean that you are the deputy Governor to some other Governor, or that you are the Governor of vices and other similar behavior? Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"And you too, 'Lantis the human-punching-bag." Connie had not been entirely serious with her introductions, but it was more fun to take them literally. "Perhaps we could have a sparring match later? I have not beaten anyone to a pulp in far too long, and the last guy with whom I trained had a frustrating ability to dodge almost any blow. He was a terrible substitute for a punching bag."

I grinned as my attention came to the red-haired Jedi that Connie had identified as Macey-Wacey. "Good evening, Master Macey-Wacey" (what an undignified name for a Jedi. My goodness) "and Master Franz." I glanced from one Jedi to the other. "Are either of you force wizards planning on participating in the entertainment tonight? I always enjoy a good magic act."

Ah, pilots. Now we were getting to people I could relate to and understand, what with being a pilot myself and all. "Congratulations to you, Forcias. I am a big fan of NPCs." I continued, with a big, toothy smile. "And Lucy, keep flying girl, maybe I'll cross paths with you out in the deep." If we ever finished up that Bespin storyline and got flying again, that is. Not that I could complain too much, even in my own internal monologue, about those delays, since it was my turn to post, and here I was at the SIthies instead.

"I'm not an expert on the methodology of recognizing celebrities, but I do know that most of you hate it when absolutely everyone knows who you are and you can never get any privacy and what-not." I continued, being very forward with Emi-Lee Wareno. "So if you want someone who's oblivious to you and can give you a little privacy, I'm your girl." I shrugged. "Or if you like, I can fangirl over you, now that I know how to do it. All I gotta do is imitate Connie when she met me earlier this evening." I shot the short Nagai a teasing wink. 

And now we came to a Hapan, although I wouldn't have known the difference between a Hapan and George Lucas if it hadn't been pointed out to me. She just looked like a human, albeit a really, really attractive one. "Pleased to meet you, Delaana." Wow, there really were a lot of people around this table. How did Connie ever keep them all straight? Or maybe she didn't. Maybe she was making all of this up as she went, including the names, species, and occupations. My eyes widened at the possibilities. No one had objected yet, but that could be because they were all in on it. How crazy would that be? No, they weren't crazy, they were just enjoying driving me crazy. That was it.

"And you, Miss Double-Oh Seven." Where had that reference come from? I didn't even know a Bond, James Bond.

"Oh, a big-lawyer-attorney-thing, I will keep you in mind in case I am ever in trouble on Umgul." I addressed Lily solemnly. "That is, if they catch me. Otherwise..." I waved my hand. "I'll be gone."

Money officer, eh? Noted and filed away. If only I was actually going to retain any of this information after the Sithies ended. But I knew, from my lack of any experience whatsoever being gained from last year's event, that this weird dream was also going to be quite temporary.

"And we have doctors too? I should get each of your cards, we are always needing medical attention on the Fel Crew." And that wasn't the half of it, but again, like Connie's friends' backstories, too long to explain here. "Nice to meet you, Ryan, and Ali, and Jena." I realized somehow that these last three were also a part of the host planet's delegation. "Thank you for welcoming us to Honoghr. It's been wonderful so far, and I hope I can visit you again, under less formal circumstances." Huh. So that's what planet all of this was taking place on. When you just got plopped down inside the Sithies like I had, you never really had a fighting chance to learn about the planet outside, or even identify it. We could have been on Coruscant, or Tatooine, or Mustafar, for all I knew.

"And Ice. Hold on a second, I owe you a hug!" I circled the table and matched action to my words, then continued with the whirlwind rundown.

"Hey there, Lyra." I waved at the adorable little girl. "Aren't you looking cute tonight. Your father must be very proud."

And then Connie got to the three very well known Jedi (Ael, Serrin, and Zion), whose names had just been called for awards, and I found myself at a complete loss for words. Instead, I bowed formally to each of them, in ancient Epicanthix fashion, blushing as I did so. Ordinarily I would have been suspicious and even a little scornful of such high-ranking Jedi, but tonight was a night to put aside misunderstandings like that, and celebrate good writing. And they were all three very good writers. 

"Calmcacils." I corrected the lightspeed-lipped Nagai, surprising myself once again with unexpected knowledge. My writer nudged me, indicating the family as ones that I was expected to meet and greet more fully later in the evening. "I already had the pleasure of meeting Jake, but I look forward to learning the rest of your names."

Another Epicanthix? That was unusual, and potentially very bad. I hoped he wasn't here hunting for me. But then again, it wouldn't do him much good if he was. Even if he learned my secret, he was gonna forget it again. "Habari." I said simply to him in Epicant. "It's my pleasure. And you Elaine, and last but not least, Maddie, it's a joy to put names to all of your faces. Thank you all, and thank you, Connie, for the introductions." An Epicanthix and a Sector Ranger? Yup, I was so totally blown if they started asking questions. But oh well. I could handle one night of being blown. That would certainly spice things up. It like might even start a bar fight and stuff.

Feeling rather parched after responding to Connie's recitation, and realizing that the now-empty namana shot glass wasn't doing much for me anymore, I signaled to one of the bartenders, and was quickly replenished with a fresh Tarisian ale. "To friendships none of us will remember when all this is over." I raised the glass in a toast to the frippin' massive Umgul table, then downed it. Ahhh.

Due to the fact that The Writer has so obviously failed, horribly and miserably, at keeping up with any conversations since like page 3 or 4, she will now try to answer everyone that addressed Ice, Alisha, and Jena. Please bear with her and forgive her if she misses anyone.

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Ali placed her glass on the table and threw up her hands in apologetic surrender when they began inquiring and commenting about Ares.

"Please, there's no need to send a fleet! Though that's probably not a bad idea. Maybe it would teach him to not disappear like that again....and you can rest assured that he will be getting in touch with you very soon." She gave a light laugh before growing a little more serious.

"I had no idea he hadn't contacted you all. I, very wrongly, assumed that he had went back to Umgul. I know I probably should've contacted you guys myself to find out for sure instead of letting it slide....and I have no idea where he is right now. I thought that he'd be here." She said glancing around the room to see if he was roaming around anywhere. Not catching sight of him in the theater yet, she turned back to the table and picked up her glass again - this time addressing the comments made on their engagement.

"Thank you for the sentiments on our engagement. I have to admit, I didn't think that it would ever happen."

Jena arched an eyebrow at her daughter but remained silent on that matter. She was confident that it would all be worked out back in their regular timeline. Instead, she refocused her attention, with a smile, on the others at the table that had expressed their thoughts of meeting IC. "I'm sure that we will eventually meet IC. Maybe at the wedding, or possibly sooner. You'll probably be meeting Ice first though."

She cast a side glance at where Ice should have been but oddly wasn't. Narrowing her eyes for a moment, she remembered Ice's name had been called. Just as that thought was running through her mind, Ice suddenly, and seemingly, reappeared out of nowhere back at the table again with two shiny plaques in hand. After receiving congratulatory glomp and huggle from Morgan, she returned the glomphuggles with a smile.

"Congratulations to you too, Morgan!" She replied happily, referring to Morgans special award that she had won.

When the girl focused her attention elsewhere, Ice glanced around the table with a slight grin. "Sorry to rush off like that. Had to stuff to do and award crashers to put in their place. And who the hell is this Beyonce person he was talking about? She doesn't exist in our timeline....does she? Bah, it doesn't matter. She's obviously not as awesome as we all are." Ice stated with a shrug as she finished off her drink and hailed a service droid for another before meeting Mace's gaze with a slight smirk.

"Thanks! The divorce seemed like the logical thing to do when a husband just ups and leaves without so much as a word. It's time to move on, a fresh start for me and little Lukas...maybe give up on men for the time being while I'm at it. "

She looked thoughtful with the last few words as the service droid arrived with her margarita. Taking a long drink, she then set the glass on the table in front of her and grinned. "It makes me happy to know that our boards are stalking worthy so thank you for that too. I didn't think anyone was interested enough to stalk the soap opera of 'The Young And Restless Days Of Our Guiding Light Because You Only Have One Life To Live At The RDMC General Hospital'."

Ice paused for a moment, staring at The Writer with an incredulous look. "Really? That long of a title? How long did it take you to come up with that bullshit? "

= The Writer =
"Longer than you might think."

Raising an eyebrow, as she shook her head after taking another drink from her glass, Ice glanced at The Writer again. "Seriously, Cece....you need a new hobby."