Main Hall

"Cool, cool, Connie says as 'latis gives her the low down on the happs on Umgul, Sounds like I'll hafta, like, give things there a read sometime, get all caught up onna drama and fun. Returning Maddie's hug when the Socorran materializes outta nowhere like a baws, Connie squeals chipperly, Maddiekins! How's things? Still not rawkin' the hat, huh? Maybe I'll, like, make a special trip in character ta give ya one. Pffftttt, Connie laughs when 'lantis whines like a baby after gettin' hit, and tells Maddie, Don't lissen'a him. He loves the abuse, for reals. Hitting 'lantis onna shoulder when Maddie says he's been a 'git to her, Connie says teasingly, Hey, you better not be bein' mean ta Maddie. Stop it or I'll make a special trip ta Umgul just'a hit ya for reals. Pouting when 'lantis says he won't be tellin' 'em who the winner of the award he's presentin' is, Connie says, Awww, that's just wrong. Not even a hint? A tiny little hint? No? Awww. Guess we'll jus' hafta wait n' see like everyone else then."

Reaching up to adjust her spectacles only to realize that she is not wearing them, Elikapeka pauses after entering the Sithies main hall to look around and see if she recognizes anyone. Smiling when she sees Atlantis with a few others that she knows well near the bar, Elika tugs absently at the long sleeves of the black turndown collar evening gown she is wearing as she walks over to join her friends.

Resting her hand on Connie's, who she knows as Tehia, shoulder, Elika smiles as she says, "Why hello there, stranger! How have you been? Waving to Crystal, who is speaking with Lyov, Elika waves to him as well before walking over to hit Atlantis softly in the shoulder, since that is apparently the way that he prefers to be greeted from what Elika overheard Tehia say to Madieke, who Elika also waves to before, after jumping a bit in surprise when someone screams something about memes from behind Atlantis, telling Atlantis, Sorry I'm late, then winces as she apologizes, Sorry, you're the one that is supposed to be saying sorry all the time, aren't you?  Smiling, Elika suggests jokingly, In fact, it sounds like you should be apologizing for stealing memes right about now."

*No good, Logann still felt one-hundred percent sober. Curse this damned second liver of his; that was something he normally would have never thought, let alone say, especially when it afforded him great advantages, but at the moment, it was simply a pain. Seems he needed another round then, after he finished off this current glass.* *As he raised it to his lips, suddenly he heard the voice asking for what he was having and he saw the face appeared before him, one he instantly recognized, yes, but one he didn't have a reaction to just yet. He stared out of the corner of his eye briefly, blinked, gazed into the depths of the scotch glass, then tossed his head back and downed it. He savored the rush, smacked his lips, then looked straight forward as though waiting for... something. When he looked back down, the face was still there.

Then the glass rattled upon the countertop as it fell from his hands and he threw his arms around his brother, a very anime-like stream of tears pouring from his eyes.* BRO!!! *He cried, with only half-exaggerated sniveling and loud whimpering.* This is the best Sithies event of my life!

*Okay, he had to get it together. Play it cool, this was a time to have fun and celebrate, not be a total baby.* *Releasing his brother and wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he grinned and gave a thumbs-up, winking.* Now the real party can get started. Bartender, his are on me. *He tossed a few more credit chips onto the counter, then turned to the Bothan.* Oh, and hey there fuzzball, it's good to see you too!

"Elly!! Connie squeals in delight when her favorite bespectacled architect, not currently spectacled, shows up. Giving the red head a big hug, Connie says, I've been good girlie! How's about you? Ya gots a new squeeze I hear? A Hapan no less. Nice! How come, like, she's not here with ya? Oh, Connie says, pointing upwards, you should read back a few Atlantis posts, 'cause, like, apparmentally she's got a secret. Nodding, Connie says, Yep, too bad ya, like, won't 'member reading 'bout how 'dros planted her for some sure to be nefarious reason. Rubbing her hands together, Connie grins and says, I can't wait ta read how that all adds some more drama!"

Spotting Liya Tawaza arriving via a cool door that disappears after she walks through it, Connie immediately starts fan-girling, "Oh my gosh! I gotta, like, go and say hi ta someone, be back in a sec! Running over towards the red headed Epicanthix, Connie starts babbling excitedly at her, Oh my gosh! This is, like, so awesome! I love your work with the Fel crew! I mean, it's like, torture sometimes waiting for, ya know, your next post sometimes, but, wow, always worth the wait! That must be some kinda smuggling crew thing, since we kinda have that whole waiting thing happen ta us too.  I can't believe I'm meeting you! Well, kind of anyway. This is so cool! Wow, so, um, like, where's the rest'a your crew? Will Fel be here too? Oh, oh, will he be all dressed up like a Stormie? That would be, like, so cool!"

I half-turned to see a young Nagai woman about my own age running to catch up with me, her mouth babbling out more words in thirty seconds than I usually used in an hour. I grinned, recognizing her as a member of Adrien Draykon's crew, although we'd never met met. I blushed at her gushing praise. "Well, thank you, Miss Vinti. The pleasure is mine." Extending a hand in greeting, I began to take slow steps forward once more, toward the bar ten meters away. "My writer likes to emphasize quality over quantity." I glanced furtively from side to side, and lowered my voice. "But I believe I can say this now, we have a big one coming soon."

Reaching the bar --- "Tarisian ale, please" --- I rested one elbow on the counter, and turned to Connie. "I assume the crew will all be here soon. They were last year. But why would Fel be dressed up like a Stormie?" There was a puzzled look on my face. It had been over a month since I'd seen Fel IC, and it was to be assumed that he'd had some strange adventures while in Imperial custody (we were doing a terrible job so far of locating him and breaking him out), but clearly Connie (how did I know her name?) knew something I didn't. 

The old warrior had been here many times before, and he knew the drill by now.

He made his way out of his hovorcar, up the steps, and straight into the hall without turning his head to the right or to the left, and marched straight into the hall. He wore his ever-present red beskar helmet with the T-shaped visor, but the rest of the suit of armor was gone, replaced with a dress suit of the finest Coruscanti fashion. It wasn't the finest or most expensive suit, but it was comfortable, and you could move around in it without strangling yourself on seven folds of starched cloth. And ultimately, that was what mattered most to Plu Or'dinii. He had a very specific task to do at these Sithies, and he meant business. Anything else was secondary.

There was some disappointment, deep down, that Kaeliin had not been able to accompany him tonight, but he understood why. Truly, the Unknown Regions never slept.

Ordering a pint of tihaar from one of the Mandalorian-themed concession stands, he took a seat at an empty table, tilted his bucket back, and drank deeply. Then, letting out a deep sigh, he scanned the room contentedly, observing all of the new faces that had been added to the galaxy in recent times, and all of the youth and energy of the younger attendees. It did an old man good to see the next generation growing and succeeding and telling great stories of their own. That was why he had agreed to be a presenter: he wanted to encourage the next generation, Mando'ade or otherwise. Sitting back in contentment, and deep in thought, he waited to see who would join him. He hoped that some of the vode would make an appearance soon, although he did not see any other beskar'gam in the crowd yet.