Act II: A Trip To Wonderland

[Rianna Organa]

@[member="Ordo"]. @[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

Rianna kept tugging Ket along as they made their way towards the bar, as she got closer a familiar presence touched her mind. She began looking around where was he and was he wearing a mask? Up on her tip toes she scanned the room. Excitement pounded in her chest they had been a part a couple of weeks and she missed him terrible.

Maybe she could spot Arla or Verz, looking at Ket. "I want you to meet my husband, I just have to find him"

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

Ordo stiffled a chuckle from the hug as he remained determined to be a surly shabuir until he could find his runi. He knen it was a bit poetic to think of her that way but he was married and they had been too long apart as it was. He could tell she was close. The bond she had created had been made stronger by the love they had and the force. Though he was untrained he could feel it there now.

"She's here!" Ordo said. This time he sounded like the excited one. Ordo cheated and used his HUD to scan and zoom in on faces as they crossed the threshold into the crowded ball.

He had no idea why he was anywhere near a ball but reason be feth'd, Rianna was here and that was all he cared about at the moment. Everything else could hang for the remainder.

"Excuse me!" He said as the he started pushing through the crowd. He looked at Verz and Arla over his shoulder "Ri'ika's here Arla."

He kept moving and raised a hand to get her attention as he got close.

"Cyar'ika!" He called getting closer. What a love struck fool he was these days, but he didn't care, she was all he saw and all he needed.

 

[Aran Finn]

GROUP 1: Festival of Light

@[member="Kitt Solo"] @[member="Holland"]

"That's my girl.." Na'Varro matched Solo's smile with one equal in its luminance, and nudged her back. There were many different Alen Na'Varro's. There was the warrior, the diplomat, the businessman ... and then there was the scoundrel who enjoyed messing around. Kitt was getting very good at coaxing that aspect of Alen's personality to come out and play. It was the side that made him happy, in fact, he felt it was probably his original state of being. Who he had been designed as. However, his past had not allowed for that ... Na'Varro was instead a plurality, with a personality fragmented by his life experience. Grinning, he tipped back his ale, knowing that he didn't have to worry about any of that tonight.

An older male approached them, and Na'Varro was unable to place his accent or personality from anywhere. Truth be told, the Dark Jedi didn't watch many films. Instead he smiled as Solo made a quip, and reached for a third beer in the icebox. Handing it to the other man, he grinned.

"Food's boring anyway. Try beer. It's better." He paused. "I'm Alen, and this troublemaker is Kitt."

 

[Matreya]

GROUP 2 - MASQUERADE BALL
@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Rianna Organa"]

With his plain white mask - which simply held a thick black outlining of the right eye and its lips - in place, Penumbra stepped forward to the group. Using his memory to judge body builds, he believed one of the men to be Verz Horak, leaving another to presumably be Ordo. While the women, he had not seen in battle as of yet, nor the other male.

It would be near impossible for Verz to recognize the behemoth, for he stood near 2 feet and 200 pounds heavier then last they met during the Imperial invasion of Mandalore, while Ordo could recognize him possibly. He didnt really care, instead simply out of curiosity ran the probabilities through his head. What better way then to just finish his approach?

"Good evening." Penumbra said as he approached.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Penumbra"]

"Cyar..." he stared.

"Good evening." That voice...

Kashink!

Ordo stopped in his tracks part way to Rianna and his gauntlet vibroblade snapped out. The big man turned and sure as Striil's stink, it was the Shadow Sith.

Ordo fought the urge to start the bleeding. The Chakkar came on them from behind, if he was looking for the quick kill he already would have started.

Rianna was so close, and Arla was near the brute. Ordo has to decide to take up the fight or spend his precious time with his wife.

"Dar'jetii werda..." Ordo replied coldly.

@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Matreya]

GROUP 2 - MASQUERADE BALL
@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Rianna Organa"]

Before the groups eyes, shadows would manifest about Penumbra in such a way that he appeared to disintegrate into them. When the illusion was over, he was gone and the shadows vanished into the wind. But in reality, he would simply step a few feet back and then to the side before appearing once again. Though he would normally attack any of those before him on the average occasion, for some reason he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

He felt to serene. Must be the atmosphere...

"I knew i recognized that build. Wonderful party isn't it?" The Lord of Darkness asked Ordo as he once again, with more caution this time, approached the group.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Penumbra"]

Shink!

The blade returned to it's housing. He didn't know why but he wasn't going to tempt fate. If one Sith was present. Their would be more. The illusion was a neat trick. Now Ordo knew what Mia had meant but the heat signature hadn't disapeared when the body did. He would remember that for another time.

"I guess I stick out." Ordo said dryly. "But unless we're gonna start bleedin on each other I have two pretty ladies to dance with. We gonna bleed tonight?"

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Joshua DragonsFlame @Syn @Vexander Graves @Aika Kawakami @Rasu Gan @Daella Apparine



Her head and hat turned toward Aika as she spoke, anyone near her would feel the breeze from it as it passed close to them. "It is precisely for this reason Aika, that we do not know them that we must show the best of manners, a good first impression is the key stone for a friendship", she said to the girl. "And we must exhibit some form of ... modesty Aika", she gently chastised. In good society one must always put ones best foot forward.

"However, Aika I am not entirely sure they know this protocol of manners", she whispered, "They don't seem to chatty do they".

 

[Matreya]

(Oops. Should have said that...lol now ordo will be remembering something that never happens. Zaiden usually hides his heat as well now.)

"I dont think so. As much fun as it would be to take you and all your friends here," Penumbra said, "It just doesnt seem to be in me right now. Something about this place is making it damn near impossible for me to feel aggressive. And thats saying something."

"Also, feel free to go dance. I have some business you may be interested in when you get the chance."

@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Carl]

Group 1 Festival of Light
@Luke Beleren @Rasho the Hutt @Xander Carrick @Alejandro Ortega @Darth Naefas @Doc @Syn @Darth Metus @Avalore Eden @Zoey Marix @Montag Card @Strask Ak'lya @Joshua DragonsFlame @Ahra Marcon @Rexus Drath @Rasu Gan @Iella E'ron @R9-4U @Astrian Callus @Daella Apparine @A'donari Cinn @Darth Malificete @Alen Na'Varro @Curupira Hawk @Voroll Dey Astaar @Ruusan @The Dark Ace @Ashelotte Saybin @Yasuo @Thurion Heavenshield @Desmond Voralis. @Anaya Fen @Ronin Wendigo @Jared Ovmar @Kahne Porte @Aditya Amadis @Vulpesen @Kitt Solo @[member="Holland"]
A man would be seen walking through the festival. There was nothing terribly special about the man except he seemed to be talking to himself. He was dressed in a suit wearing a top hat and carrying a cane with what was obviously a disco ball as the handle. “To warn or not to warn, It seems one must do what they must. “ Then suddenly he wasn’t there anymore, he was now on the dance floor Futterwacking. Before finishing off with a salute to his cane doing a dance made famous by John Travolta. Carl suddenly was no longer on the dance floor but floating above everyone. “The end days are coming! It is as was said in Revelation! The end times are coming! “ Then the fireworks began, and surely people began to laugh at the obvious disturbed man. “ They are coming now!” He began panicking and running as if the fireworks were not just fireworks. However it seemed as if someone had invited a nutjob.

 

[Carré Inirial]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns.

@[member="Lord Dissero"]

A soft sigh escaped the lady's lips, her fingertips gently pressing against his arm in a soothing motion. The evening was brimming with peaceful promise in spite of the peculiar sensation she simply could not place. But that was soon swept away as concern threaded through her senses for her handsome companion. He was more than simply a companion, certainly...but they had not had so formal a discussion about their status. She was content enough to wait, for him.

"I think, xhenshun'nye, that we may be certain of finding all manner of drink in a place such as this. It does not seem as if any expense was spared in preparation." Carré replied softly, tilting her head as she gazed up at Dissero. He seemed a touch on edge, though that was relatively standard for him anytime they were outside of the fortress they shared. It was his own, really, she was simply pleased he allowed her to share it with him.

"A drink would be a marvelous idea...come, let us find something that appeals to each of us."

The fortress was a marvel of sight, sound, and sheer spectacle. It certainly rivaled many of the society galas she had been to in her lifetimes, be it the first or the second she now considered herself to be living. The Lorrdian woman cast her silver gaze to the sentients assembled for the evening festivities, delicately judging their moods with an eye toward their postures and the way they carried themselves. She considered the kinetic communication of her people a gift, one especially useful on an evening such as this.

You could hide your face behind a mask, but you could not hide everything behind it, as so many thought.

At a bar shaped quite like an ancient temple she'd once seen on Ziost, Carré procured herself a glass of Merenzane gold, the crystal goblet a marvel of beauty within itself. Soon after, a sculpted silver tankard of ale found it's way to Dissero's hand, as a smile curled her shimmering lips. The peculiar sensation lingered in the pit of her stomach once more even as she sipped at her wine. Leaning in close, her smile warm as if she were merely sharing an intimate phrase, she murmured softly. "You remembered my hilts, yes?"

Perhaps his wariness was rubbing off on her.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

Group 1 Festival Of Light

Small explosive pops released colors of all shades flowing across the sky. Each bringing new light and love with it. Arms raised in the air. Just then a group of five or six people brought out a sheet. They asked him to lay in the middle. Laying down without a fear or thought a few seconds later turned into him repeatedly being launched into the sky. "I'mmmmmm; Theeee; Kingggg; Offff; Theeeee; Worlddddd!!!!" A'donari shouted each word when he had reached the top of his arch. Each time two or three explosions sounded off around him. The ocean breeze flowed through his robes. 'Why is no one concerned about anything?' Instantly his body was launched. The drop of his stomach forcing the thought from his mind. "Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" A'donari shouted smiling from ear to ear.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Group 2 - Masquerade Ball

Rianna felt the shimmer of the force her bond with her riduur, he had to be very close for her to feel it this intensely. Rianna scanned quickly taking a few steps in the direction the pull was the strongest, she smiled when her dark eyes finally found him. But. Something wasn't right he seemed, upset.

Rianna moved to be closer to hear the words, to get more of a sensation of what was happening. She was nearly behind the shadow that stood before Ord'ika. The words told her that there was a history, a history that had reared its head here, at a party for peace. Being the diplomat she moved to walk around @[member="Penumbra"], "Hello, I don't think we've met." Rianna moved closer to Ord'ika, "I'm Rianna, seems you know my husband." She smiled this time.

She looked him over, but could not sense allegiance, this place seemed to be blocking some of her skills, or her focus she knew not which. Rianna had not yet noticed that Verz and Arla were behind Ord'ika, she was intent on keeping peace at a party for peace. Add in that it had been some time since she last saw ner ka'rta she wanted to dance and be with him.

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

 

[Phantom]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns.

Standing at the bottom of a grand set of stairs leading to the upper tier of the Citadel, Phantom held in his hand a neon coloured pink drink. He wasn't sure what it was, but it bubbled softly and smelt rather sweet, so it must be good.

He didn't recognise anyone as yet; nor should he really. Those he had come across before had either been killed or fled the planet. That was his job, anyway, to make problems disappear. But tonight he was on a different tact altogether.

To unwind, to observe and enjoy the company of others while taking solace in the fact he was still alive. He had no enemies, at least so he thought.

He nodded curtly as a couple of guests walked by, a couple of attractive women. Looking back to the main hall, he rolled his eyes softly. It had been too long since he had spent time trying to "woo" a lady.

Sipping the drink, it took his breath away slightly. Wow! What a kick - certainly some sort of Corellian offering that's for sure.

@ANY

 

[Ahra Martrey]

Group 1: Festival Of Light
Ahra was about to reply to @[member="Strask Ak'lya"] when @[member="Carl"] began floating. "What the feth?" He listened to the man's short rant, but didn't laugh with the others. The droid seemed to stare off into space, lost in thought, as Gregor checked the last few minutes of scanner records and passive vision memory. The man had taken the dance floor, but before that... Gregor amplified the short sound, cancelling everything else. It was imperfect; the only words that came across were "warn.... must."
Ahra snapped to attention. "Excuse me a moment," he said without looking at Strask. Without waiting for a reply, he began pushing through the crowd, trying to find the man.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

FESTIVAL OF LIGHT

Holland was a bit confused at the woman's humor, being a droid and all, but gathering data all the same. He gave a light hearted chuckle, as he figured it was appropriate, before the bearded man introduced himself and his date and handed him a beverage.

"Thank you Alen." He said as he took the bottle and turned the cap, opening the beverage. "Name's Howard." He said before taking a small sip of the beverage. He was a droid, but he was supposed to pose as a human. A few tubes and containers were put in to allow the simulation of eating and drinking. Provided their ears weren't sensitive enough to hear the echo that is.

"Now, other than the free drinks, what brings you two here?"

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

 

[Ak'lya]

Group 1: The Festival of Light: Doing what I do best.

@[member="Ahra Marcon"]'s interest in @[member="Carl"] was apparent, and Strask couldn't blame him. The other foot, the one still hovering above their heads, was warned to be falling. Reaching to his earpiece, he pressed it in, activating it. "Ahra, if you can find that man, figure out what he means. I'm going to look for anything else that's off." Moving away from the party, he walked, slowly, to the dance floor. His eyes shifting from person to person, he stood by the edge, waiting. Not seeing anything, he approached member after member of the party, asking the same question. "Why are we celebrating?" His answers, varied as they may be, came down to either an "I don't know" or "The wars are over!" Some laughing at Carl's rant, but Strask could feel the need to get away. Something was coming.

 

[Vexander Graves]

Group One: Festival of Light

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

Ok, perhaps he was having a lot of corellian ale, but that guy had way more. The corellian knight dressed in his suit just looked at the man and took a few sips. Usually, apocaliptical claims from nutjobs didn't catch his attention, however; the Force and the feelings around him at least made him raise his eyebrow.

An ancient book that was the point of interest for many generations... but now was kind of obsolete in this galaxy... still... as a Jedi he remembered something about it from the Jedi Archives...

"While they are saying, "Peace and safety!" then destruction will come upon them suddenly..." whispered the man as an unconsciouns thought that he released outloud by mistake. Without even realizing what he said, the young man took a sip of his drink with his mind completely absorted with the strange feelings among allies and even enemies...

"What an awesome drink. The finest from Corellia..."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Circe Savan"]

"I know. It's like..."

He spun. Ever seen a Hutt spin?

"...like we're being watched. Circe Savan, Anaya Fen. Perhaps you know each other already? Probably scripturally, too."

The Hutt grimaced. "But yes. Something does feel off. For one thing, I haven't been this happy in ages."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Rasho the Hutt"]
Anaya leapt back as Rasho spun, careful not to get wiped out by that tail.

Disgusting.

She shook some of the liquid she'd managed to spill from her hand offering Circe a polite, but stiff smile. "We've met." she informed the hutt "Though I think we know each other more through reputation than anything else."

She glanced around the buzzing rising in her head. "I'm a happy person generally, Rach, you know that. It's why I'm happy that's bugging me."

(Group 1)