Act II: A Trip To Wonderland

[Lucas Burke]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns
Lucas generally preferred Tac Gear to robes and dress suits, and tonight wasn't any different an occasion. Sure, the black suit he was wearing fit him fine, but Lucas felt like he lacked any of his most valuable gear in case something did happen... And this karking mask kept sliding up and down Lucas's face; Next time he was going to come to one of these things, he'd get a mask that stayed on his face better, even if it covered less.

Oh well. Might as well make the best of the situation and just enjoy the party. It was still a masquerade, after all.

 

[Soeht]

Group 1: Festival of Light

As soon as @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] spoke out, Daella turned around to face him. Her eyes were half closed in a daze. Yet just as he asked about the circumstances of the ball, Daella's eyes widened. She looked to @[member="Syn"] when he approached the group and voiced his concern.

With the ropo still dancing around Daella’s feet, she replied with, “What are you talking about? The wars have ended. Everyone’s celebrating.”

 

[Ak'lya]

GROUP 1: THE FESTIVAL.

Strask stepped closer to the others, his eyes scanning. He felt at ease, which worried him. He was never at ease. Taking a small glass of the wine, he sipped it lazily. Waiting, and watching, he made a mental note of everyone and everything he saw. He had been pulled here, his dress changed to an overcoat and dress pants. He looked like a politician. He looked like what he was, for his position. And it irked him.

 

[The Dark Ace]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Ace had a nice glass of rum and coke in hand. His head felt a bit cloudy of thought; was it the drink? He wasn't keeping track of time and he was mingling to distract that observation. Probably the buzz and merry atmosphere. Ace turned about with a back step, bumping in to @[member="Daella Apparine"]. The ice cooled drink was knocked out from his grip and was wasted on the earth. That wasn't a concern thought as he instinctively reached out to make sure he didn't knock her over, but that wasn't the case so he held his save. "Ahh, my apologies. I didn't do a spot check on that maneuver. Are you all right Miss"?

 

[Syn]

GROUP 1: FESTIVAL OF LIGHT
@[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Vexander Graves"]

And that was why he was so uneasy. Syn stared at Daella for a moment though thinking about it and spoke. "And that is why I am so questioning.... Not because of peace but having it is.. strange. If there are no fighting that means warriors have little purpose. I was bred for battle I don't know how to just be." He remained staring ahead thought at the thought of it all and crossed his arms for a moment supressing the thought of what it could mean for him and Iella now that they were able to go where needed.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns


The Fortress itself would normally be nothing of consequence to Ket, but somehow, it seemed brighter to him this night. Colors seemed more vivid, shapes more defined. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but everything seemed to just, for lack of a better term, pop. He made his way to the doors, the party already well underway, from the looks of it. He was dressed in a simple black 3 piece suit with a black coat to match, his mask simple and quite generic. For a Sith, the feelings of ease he could feel from all within his proximity was almost overwhelming, but for once not entirely unwanted. Something seemed off to him, yet not enough to stifle his sense of calm within. That alone put something at the back of his head on alert. Yet, no matter how much he tried to heed that warning, he felt it slipping away in favor of a sort of melancholy joyfulness.

As he walked, he came across a familiar presence, one he'd recognize with a mask or not. The Force was still a mysterious thing, regardless of the situation he found himself in. Walking towards @[member="Rianna Organa"] , he bowed slightly, a smile actually forming behind the mask.

"Well, Master Organa, it has been far too long since last we saw one another."

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen continued through the festival until a familiar sense pressed onto his mind. "Master!" The word was almost a whisper, but it could likely be heard by @[member="Rexus Drath"]. Making a sudden change of course, Vulpesen moved towards the familiar sense of @[member="Daella Apparine"]. He was a jedi knight, a shadow knight who discovers secrets, but a knight none the less. He was currently hoping that the Jedi Masters might have a clue of what was going on.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Syn"]

 

[Onrai]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Festivals. And fireworks. Two things Circe enjoyed. She hadn't seen fireworks used since her time on Falleen decades ago, She had come here due to the lack of being hunted. Why? Well, apparently, all the galactic conflict was over, and as a result, she was a free woman, not to be hunted down at all, right?

Of course not. it could never have been that easy. And that was why Circe currently was cloaked in Darth Traya's robes, ready to disappear at a moment's notice.

"Joy. I hope this is a peaceful party..."

 

[Serah Oricion]

Group 1: Festival of Light

"I keep forgetting about that, sorry Carliah, not used to the whole you being blind still part of this whole situation... well i mean you will always be blind, not still... never mind, you got my point. Though im sure if youre so adamant on not being able to see i could start describing colors to confuse you greatly." Yusan grinned at her, his eyes soft as he watched her with the silvered orbs that came naturally like his hair. His clothes wer white with black fringe to it, not that such mattered to her but it seemed like it would be nice to be out of robes for once while he stood out in the night with Carliah.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah was wearing a simple black dress that fell to her ankles. Yusan had picked it out for her due to her sight problems making her unable to see non-force related objects as well as colors. She growled playfully at him. "If you do, I' might just cry. Pregnant women are very emotional due to all the hormones you know." She told him as she leaned her head on his shoulder. She pretended to sniffle and rubbed at the bandages over her eyes.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Group 1: Festival of Light

"You know that fake crying doesnt work on me Carliah, why do you think it would?" He looked at her as she stood beside him and smiled as lightly as before while wrapping his arm around her and keeping her close while he waited for the fireworks, maybe she couldnt see them but he could describe them for her and she might be able to understand in some version of the word their beauty and suddenness, it would be hard to describe every one but some were better than none. @[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns
Rianna seemed to be admiring the decorative twists and turns of the ceiling, looking every bit distracted and taken in by the sure magnitude of the Fortress. Looking up seemed to take all of her cares further away, as if draining what little strength she had left to flitter upon the whisper of musical notes that filled the air. Then there was a voice, one that did not quite melt with the music. Rianna turned the voice was familiar but the force would not do that to her again, would it. She smiled and felt a nervous laugh begin, "Master Van Derveld, such a long time since I last saw you" She took a deep breath and strange how she felt no anxiety at this meeting no concern over what was it he would do now, she had not even raised the mask to hide her face.

The words that formed in her mouth next took her by surprise, "Are you alone here this evening?" Where did that come from?? And why had she asked it? She now smiled openly to Ket, there had to be something wrong with her, he was a Sith for goodness sake.

@[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah just smiled and cuddled against him. She had one hand on her stomach as she stood with him. She may not have been far enough along for it be noticeable, or for the baby to be moving, but she couldn't resist the need to constantly have a hand on her stomach. She smiled even more as she continued to think about it. She hoped that Yusan was as happy as she was. Sure, the baby had been unexpected and neither of them had intended for it to happen, but she was excited nonetheless. She leaned up and kissed Yusan on the cheek before once again leaning her head on his shoulder.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Anaya Fen"]

"There you are!" an immense voice boomed, and Rasho the Hutt waded his way through the crowd. "Never thought I'd see you so happy to witness the end of war, but Anaya Fen, as I live and breathe, that birthmark on your-"

A nearby child sneezed furiously.

"-will get its fair share of fresh air tonight! Let's celebrate like we did last time, but more so!"

 

[Serah Oricion]

Group 1: Festival of Light

He smiled as she did so and just craned his head back to look at the stars, it was a quiet and pleasant night, one he would remember fondly. Yusan though to himself silently and spoke lightly, pulling her to sit down next to him as he did. "Lets sit down and wait for something to happen or someone else to find us, i think a few minutes with you would be nice." He smiled again at her before moving her hair and kissing her forehead.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Group 1: Festival of Light

"All wars will never be over" Josh said, shaking his head. "The reason for this celebration is due to a temporary thing. But yet... Why are we here? I don't remember coming here. And my casual attire doesn't look like THIS..."

As he said this, he looked down at himself.

"I don't wear Nabooian clothing... I wear leather"

He facepalmed.

"Okay, that sounds wrong. I mean like leather jackets and t-shirts. Fancy occassions, robes. This is just... Odd"

He shook his head.

"This is weirder then that hot tub meeting with the naked Grandmaster"


@[member="Daella Apparine"]

@Syn

@[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah nodded and crawled onto his lap, kissing him on the cheek and leaning back against him. She was excited anytime she got to spend time with him outside of their home and his office. She almost hoped that no one would come over to them. She laid her head on his should and cuddled close to him, smiling softly as she nuzzled up to him. She grabbed his hand and placed it against her stomach, blushing a little and giggling slightly. Her own hand rested on top of his.

 

[Kitt Solo]

GROUP 1: Festival of Light


@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]@[member="Holland"]

Challenge accepted.

His smile was contagious. Her arm looped around his, her side brushing against him as she walked in close proximity with the dark jedi master. It more than made up for the sudden absence of his hands along her waist.

There it was. A flicker of unsettled emotions. Her smile wavered slightly and she leaned into Alen, speaking for his ears only. "Why do I get the feeling we're already in mischief but we're not the makers?" She cast him a sideways glance before giving a subtle look around them. Face remained calm and in relaxed, party-mode but her eyes were hawklike as they scouted the area, briefly passing over Holland the tail.

She couldn't scout for too long because they found themselves in front of a tiki hut serving plenty of drinks.

 

[Serah Oricion]

"Having fun with that?" He glanced at his hand as she placed it on her stomach, he was amused alittle at the constant fuse over her stomach as if she could already feel something from the depths of her body, it was entertaining to say the least. "Well it is a nice change from the normal fighting and what not they we are used to, dont you agree?" @[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

 

[Ahra Martrey]

Group 1: Festival of Light
Ahra stood in the midst of the party, drink in hand. He was capable of eating and drinking, despite his robotic nature. Though he - or, more accurately, Gregor - had attended plenty of parties in his time, this was the first he had been to through Ahra. He felt somewhat put out at the lack of actual hors d'oeuvres. Out of habit, he reached to adjust the bow tie of his suit and fumbled just slightly at the difference.
Looking around for a familiar face, he spotted @[member="Strask Ak'lya"] standing outside a nearby group. He preferred not to mix business with pleasure, but nobody recognized him like this. May as well meet up with a familiar face.
He approached Strask from behind and cleared his throat. "Fancy meeting you here." He looked the Bothan over. "You clean up well."