Act II: A Trip To Wonderland

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Syn"] @[member="Vexander Graves"] @[member="Aika Kawakami"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]


Group One: Festival of Light

Her parasol lightly touched the grass on the languid spreading lawns as she walked in a deliberate slow pace that only her dress would allow. Iella could sense the merriment of the occasion, the sound of a child's laughter carried on a ocean swept breeze that played with the brim of her broad hat. Her eyes taking in all the excitement, she had seen the parades earlier and as night encroached the preparations for the fireworks are near at hand.

The beautifully lit trees afforded her enough light to see the many people gathered on the lawns, she looked around to see if she recognised anyone, but found no one. She turned to her companion, the beautiful @[member="Aika Kawakami"] who had decided to join her for this happy event. The War is over .. the Galaxy at peace .. and Iella has no recollection of who she is.

It had been a long day, so much to see and do, and the beginnings of headache pressed on her mind. "Aika let us find some conversation, there must be someone here we can socialise it", she said to the girl beside her. Iella moved toward a small group of people .. they looked .. 'acceptable' to her taste, even though they are dressed oddly, apart from the blonde woman in a stunning dress. Iella supposed they are dressed this strange way for the fun of the day.

"Good evening to you all, it truly is wonderful that the war has come to an end", she began as she looked at each member of the group. "May I introduce myself, I am .. ", her head gave her a sharp pain in her temple which made her pause ... "Iella E`ron .. it is a pleasure to meet you", she smiled as she regained her composure.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

GROUP 1:


@[member="Kitt Solo"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Infiltration as Fringe High Councilor would entail giving out drinks at a tiki bar and maintaining painfully close proximity to bearded men. That could be problematic indeed, as Holland's arms and hands were much less fleshy than the High Councillors. Diagnosing Solutions. Deal with bearded man? No, unacceptable solution. Grievance and kidnap response algorithms near unattainable. Application of synthflesh distasteful but most obvious solution.

Should probably stop standing around. Remain undetectable. Common social convention at Tiki Bar? Ask for drinks. Requires direct interference with target. Higher chance of detection, higher chance of obtaining useful data, noting subtleties. Stay or go? Go higher risk, assign higher variable.


Run_Program:
Roll

Select Object:

D20

Result: 13


A thirteen. Higher value, higher risk, higher reward. Holland, still maintaining his holographic disguise from earlier as Sean Bronnery from the classic Holovid "The Highworlder"(THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE) he walked over to the couple.

"What do you two happen to have cooking up back there?" He asked in a voice that was notably human. Vocabulator was doing a good job of imitation, at least for now.

 

[Hawk Solo]

Group 2

Hawk was dressed elegantly in his tuxedo. His black mask was a simple one that covered his eyes. Leaving his mouth exposed. He hands his invitation to guard. His +1 was checked off. For the life of him he couldn't remember who he was suppose to meet. Hopefully his date would find him.

He walks into the room. He smiles at the pretty ladies. Everything seem familar but different. It was a strange sensation. A waiter carrying champagne walks by. Hawk removed a flute glass and takes a sip.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Anaya Fen"]

"I didn't choose this form, darling," the Hutt rumbled, winding his way through the crowd. "But it does have its advantages. Arms like tree trunks, a tongue a mile long-"

The bar hove into sight, and he procured an immense tumbler of some equivalent to Whyren's Reserve.

 

[Aika Kawakami]

Group One: Festival of Light

Her eyes panned about, taking in the sights as nonchalantly sauntered through the crowd. It wasn't just a festival, it was a celebration. The galaxy was no longer at war. For the first time in probably the history of the universe, it seemed the galaxy was finally at true peace. Which was something that none had seen in several years..

Normally, Aika was reserved, almost introverted at times. Tonight, however, something was different. Rather than simply being herself, it seemed as if she was purposely attempting to attract attention. Or, at least that's what her dress for the evening said, as it left little to the imagination. Hearing the words from the gorgeous @[member="Iella E`ron"], who she'd come along with, her head nodded as they moved toward the group she'd pointed. "Heh, conversation isn't the only thing that we can probably find here.." She moved with a significant swing in her hips which simply wasn't usual for the young Jedi.

Her head simply shook as her companion introduced herself to the group. "Ah, E'ron-san., you really need to relax more. Why be so cordial to people you don't even know?" Her eyes bounced between each of the beings in the group before them, taking them each in as her own head seemed to throb for but a moment. "Aika Kawakami. I would say it's a pleasure as well, but... The pleasure is all yours." A small chuckle slipped from the young woman's lips as she brushed her hair back from her face.

@Joshua DragonsFlame @Syn @Vexander Graves @[member="Iella E`ron"] @Rasu Gan @Daella Apparine

 

[Vexander Graves]

@Joshua DragonsFlame @Syn @Iella E`ron @Rasu Gan @Daella Apparine @[member="Aika Kawakami"]

The Jedi gathering around the place were definetely having a good time, and Vex couldn't just ignore the situation. He saw a lot of familiar faces and a couple of new faces such as the one who identified as Aika Kawakami. A young girl with a strange behavior that the young Jedi was not used to... his face this time remained unchanged, the joy and perhaps ale that was in his veins would no longer affect him... or so he thought... was it really the booze? Truth be told, he saw that the girl was pretty.

Still, some elements were quite odd, like Iella's introduction... she was no stranger to the lot of them, in fact; she was quite known as a member of the Council... things were quite odd indeed. Still, Vex just decided to drink another sip of his drink and remain quiet. Completely quiet for the time being.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

Group One: Festival of Light
A soft glow touched his eyes upon awakening. The soft smell of leaves and muddy earth filled his nostrils. His past mentle understanding was blank for the hours upon sleeping. 'Why am I here?' became a question he could not answer. Looking up through the trees showed glowing lights and his Nautulon feeling was nothing short of ecstacy. His back was damp from laying on the ground for however long but he was okay with it. His dark flowing black jedi robes were the least of his worries or conscious thoughts. The world around him was responding in kind to the emotions of the beings gathered a hundred yards in the distance. Sensing them all was unavoidable. They felt like friends, family, and love. How could he resist?

His feet brought him through the trees in what felt like a blur. If he tried to remember his steps they'd feel like warm fuzzy happiness. Especially now that he was interacting with fellow friends. Had he met them before? He was sure of the answer being no but somehow he felt a connection much deeper than that of meetings. They were connected on this night. Each and everyone of them. The feeling brought even more blind happiness. 'Why can I not put a finger on any of these feelings?' Another question gone unanswered by the unrelenting happiness flushing it from his mind. There was no need to care about such things when life was happening before his eyes! Moving from group to group listening, speeking, laughing, shouting in joy was just errupting from deep in his hearts. Whatever he felt like doing he knew he could and there would be no judgement.

 

[Verz Horak]

Citadel of Thorns

@[member="Arla Balor"] @Ordo

Verz saw that while they had been talking, the line had shortened considerably. And like any other person, they had moved along with it, but hadn't consciously noticed. But hopefully the party would start soon. He turned to Arla. "So it looks like Ord'ika is gonna get toasted tonight. It's alright Ordo, don't give me that look. I was just kidding."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Group One: Festival of Light
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
Anaya tried not to follow the train of though Rasho was attempting to lead her down. It made her stomach churn. "I'd ask you the details of how you ended up in that body, but I'm afraid I might get bored and wander off." She caught the eye of an attractive natoulan and gave the woman a small smile, which was returned bashfully before the crowd swallowed her up again. She pouted slightly, accepted a drink from he barman without really bothering to check what it was.

She brought the glass her lips and paused, lowering it again as the incessant buzzing at the back of her mind got louder. "Rach... something doesn't feel right."

 

[Voroll]

Even when bouncing around the area, the Gamorrean costume was comfy enough. It was not designed to by heavy or in any sense of the word practical, but for the fun. Comfy, fun and airy. He continued to bounce and dance and hop towards different groups, none of which were his own - in truth he knew only a handful of people anyway - so he continued on, like he had for the first five minutes.
While moving he felt at ease, he felt complete with the world he was on, the people he was with and with himself. He felt relief that he could be just like this; a joyous, bouncing, costumed-idiot with no sense of direction or no need to stay 'grounded'. He was utterly and completely delighted. His path continued onwards, through the crowd of well-dressed denizens who, all could quite well be laughing at him.

He spun a little, on his left foot, and moved onto the right. He repeated it a number of times to the sound of distant and close music. Fireworks gave an inconsistent but almost-rhythmical beat with their explosions. It was when he carried on, moving backwards from one foot to the next that he bumped into @[member="A'donari Cinn"]. He stopped as soon as he realised the fat-bellied costume had hit anything.
"Sorry!" He shouted to the Nautolan mid-spin, voice filled with the innocence and bliss of a child at play (despite being twenty years old), and danced off through the crowd.

 

[Miles Varden]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

Miles walked into the ball and adjusted his mask. His uniform pressed and polished, he looked too much like a soldier, but this was all he had. He moved into the crowd, nodding at the other guests who paid him attention. He made his way to the bar and ordered a stiff drink. The bartender slid a whiskey straight, a smooth taste and warm feeling slid down his throat. Miles turned his back to the bar, scoping out the crowd, seeing familiar faces and some new ones. He felt relaxed as the whiskey warmed his stomach.

@ANYONE

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns
Rosa rested her arms upon the bar top and leant forward slightly to better see what they had to offer. "Hmmmm." she pondered aloud, foot tapping lightly to the beat of the music.

"Wine, please." she requested with a charming smile "Red and fruity." Eyes flickered towards the dance floor and scanned the crowd on it and around it. She did hate to coming to such events without a partner. Her mind flickered towards her fiancée as the bartender hand her her wine. Turning her back to the bar and leaning on it slightly she was people dance. Where are you Seroth? she thought, a touch of sadness flickering across her face only to be replaced with a frown. Why was she here again?

 

[James Mathison]

Group 2: Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

Walking out from the shadows of the hallway, James appeared in his usual garb and a mask he used in the past. He stayed on the edge of the festivities. As a server walked by, he snagged a glass of champagne. Moving his mask made it much easier to drink, he decided to try and make some new aquaintances and moved to any group who would have him.

 

[Kitt Solo]

GROUP 1: Festival of Light


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


Glass clunked decisively against his, a spark of mirth in her eyes as her smile widened. See, this was why she liked him. People always thought it was just for the beard but it was for much, MUCH more than that.

"I always fight better with a couple of ales in me anyway," she cast him a wink and nudged his shoulder with her own before taking a healthy swig. Gaze lifted to look just over Alen's smart-looking shoulders as an older gentleman approached. She couldn't place the accent.

Chestnut brows crinkled together in mild confusion as her force senses lightly brushed past him. The thing was, her empathy skills weren't picking up on...anything. Raising her glass, she tipped it in greeting without missing a beat. "I think this bar can serve whatever you want, darlin.' But don't look at me if you want anything cooked tonight."

She cast the mysterious man a friendly, joking wink.

 

[Alan]

GROUP TWO:
THE BALL.


The younger Jedi glanced around. Something was beginning to feel off, something felt like he needed to pay attention. He blinked several times, before his eyes scanned the room, waiting for some sort of...shift in the room. He reached out with the force, and blinked several times, trying to gather his position in the room, and he stayed relatively in the middle, conversing with some here and there, but never staying too long in any one place. He was moving around the room, circling it, getting a mental picture and map of the room, and would watch for shifts in it.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Group 2

Adenn strode into the banquet hall wearing a long black leather coat, black leather gloves along with matching boots, a white mask that resembled a bird and a black triangular hat. The belts of his outfit making small clicks and clanks as his boots thudded against the ground, while his old coat swung behind his legs. It was nice here he was almost certain that he wouldn't know anyone here, unless Teroch had decided to show up, but he couldn't have since he was on a bounty somewhere "more people than I'm used to," his voice was muffled due to the mask "but then again those party's are celebrating something small like 'another successful bounty' or 'let's just celebrate'," he looked at all the other attendants, most of them only had masks on, he felt awkward and at the same time he felt great, he hadn't felt like this in so many years "where's the food," he looked around again "I'm starving."

 

[Matreya]

GROUP 2

Ignoring all about himself, Penumbra showed in solid view for all. Why use the ability to hide in such a peaceful time? Moving silently he looked the art and decor over with intrigue. It was a beautiful home, nearly meeting Zaidens own standards. With his mask in place he didnt figure any he recognized prior to entry would know him now.

He was dressed rather plain, a simple black tux - no tie. Blending was a second nature for himself.

 

[Antares]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

It was peace time and that was fine for a Jedi such as Antares Windu. But it seemed he was finding himself at these parties. He wasn't sure why, but he was there, so he would have to deal with it. The Jedi Knight knew nobody upon sight, perfect. And he wandered through the crowds aimlessly until he found himself a drink, and a table to sit at and he watched. Peace never did last really long. So he would until the time for action came. Preferably a dance...Maybe.

He was definitely not the type for affairs such as these.

Suit: http://www.blacklapel.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/388x715/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/4/_/4_solid_black_suit_front.png

Mask: http://i.ebayimg.com/t/Stunning-White-Black-Masquerade-Ball-Mask-and-Costume-Party-Mask-for-Men-/00/s/NzUwWDc1MA==/z/6FYAAMXQgb1RKZR7/$(KGrHqJHJFMFEUYnqV+UBRKZR6r5(!~~60_35.JP

 

[Arla Ordo]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns
Arla grinned like a cheshire cat she was going to get to dance at the ball. Without thinking she grabbed Ordo and gave him a giant hug, and then turned and repeated, if not lingering a little longer on hugging Verz. Then as if nothing had happened she stood in line, they were getting ready to go inside.

She bounced with excitement, a celebration on peace. But. Was it really peace? So odd that she thought that there was still war, but how could there be if they were celebrating peace. She shrugged her shoulders, and gasped as they took their invites and made it inside the Fortress. Arla just stood there like a wide eyed child, "oooohhhhh"

@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Onrai]

Standing nearby, Circe stepped over to @[member="Anaya Fen"] and @[member="Rasho the Hutt"], the only people she seemed to somewhat recognize. "Well, it's been a while, I suppose. How've you been, Anaya?"

(Group 1)