Come One, Come All [SJO Dominion of Hex AD-31]

[Valae Heavenshield]

[OOC: Open to SJO & Allied factions! Feel free to do your own thing or use one of the prompts to start your story!]​

The Silver Jedi transport set down lightly on the space station known as the traveling Caravan of Curiosities. Word had spread around Silver Rest that an open invitation had been extended to the Silver Jedi by the Ringmaster himself. Indeed it was a rather strange destination for a night such as tonight, but there was just something that seemed to say that it would be unforgettable – an opportunity that one should certainly not miss. Of course, you did not want to be left out!

The hangar bay seemed rather ordinary, but just beyond was another world completely.

This was not like any space station you’d seen before. Walking here was almost like venturing down quaint village streets. All of the sudden, a holo-projection sprang to life before you. A form of a tall, mustachioed man spoke:

“Welcome to the Caravan of Curiosities! You are in for quite a treat tonight, traveler. This is a place of mystery and intrigue…” The holo-projection twisted his moustache. “A place of the strange and eccentric! Whatever you seek, you will surely find it here tonight – for admission is free!”

Quirking a brow, you decide to see what this caravan has to offer. But which way will you go? There are alleyways that lead to many places, and there are voices calling out… where do you go from here?

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The jingling of bells can be heard, drawing attention to a large area marked with colorful stalls. There are vendors here trying to sell wares from across the galaxy. Here there is an array of lovely textiles and clothing, jewelry, handicrafts, and even some interesting trinkets. The vendors seem eager to catch your attention, some even going so far as to attempt to pull you into their stalls to show you their wares.

Beware, there are pickpockets about. And don’t forget to haggle with the vendors, they like that.

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“We have a winner, folks!” The area is full of rather colorful characters – each one mans a carnival game. From knocking pins down with balls, to shooting water-guns at targets… there seems to be a little bit of everything. There is a game that allows one to test their strength by a meter with a large mallet, the current champion stands proudly next to it. There's no trickery here, folks... And there are prizes to be won!

“Hey, you look like a strong one! Fancy a taste of the ring?” A brawler attempts to draw in potential fighters. “It’s a clean match, promise!” He gives his guarantee…

While the stage is dark at the moment, there is an attendant ready to usher you to a seat, if you would like. The acrobats are warming up backstage, and there are murmurs in the audience that this show is very good. But, you might have also overheard something about some audience participation…

If you've ever fancied acting, this might be your chance for five minutes of fame!

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Getting hungry? Walk the line of street food! There are sweet confections waiting nearby, a candy stall with delicious treasures aplenty. And there’s a booth down the way that sells fried fair food – you want it fried? You got it. There is also a man standing by a booth of rather mysterious looking treats.

He offers his tray towards you with a smile, an invitation to try… if you are brave.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

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Despite being from Coruscant, home to three Fete Weeks a year, Boo had never been to a carnival.

None of the fetes ever extended down to the Undercity, the forsaken shadow metropolis that existed outside the light of day. The Court of Beggars knew no holiday. The only celebration was the all-too-rare occasion of finding food enough to sustain even just a single meal. Or a place to sleep in some sense of security, however false or tenuous it might be.

So, the young Pantoran was running up and down the rows of booths, games, and confectionaries, wide-eyed, with a sense of disbelief at what he was seeing. It was colorful. It was creative. It was fun.

...also, he was spending [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]'s credits. That was always a plus.

The sight of all the different activities, the different fair foods, the different spectacles was almost overwhelming for him. Racing back to where he'd left Théo, the anointed holder of some sugar-crack thing known as cotton candy, the Pantoran was practically bouncing with energy as he asked, "What should we do first?"

 

[Anaara Clandestine]

THis was a strange place as she was looking over everything. Getting a better view and eye out in the open though was important... plus she supposed there might be a chance that they would have something that couldn't already be found. Some exotic treasure for herself and the engineers to work on that they could see. Anaara though was also interested in seeing what might be able to come from exploring all of this caravan as it were as opposed to just sitting around. She had seen [member="Boo Heavenshield"] running around somewhere maybe... not sure that would have involved her knowing more about him beside he was blue and spent a lot of credits.

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Carnival Music​

Dress & Hair​

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“A-a carnival?” the young, brunette padawan repeated, with slightly different pronunciation of the latter word. Mind you, reader, she was not one to argue with the proposal of fun-having, especially not if the said proposal suggested a much need break in the midst of her never-ending bout of Shadow training. She simply was not familiar with the word, unknowingly much like [member="Boo Heavenshield"].

​As she continued wandering the present village with Master [member="Jyoti Nooran"], her eyes scanned over the many acts, stalls, and beings. "No, no, that is much alright, thank you," she politely declined, sidestepping as a vendor tried to do just that--pull her into his stall to try and sell something to her. She nodded at at him. "Have a fantastic day," she added before turning to catch up with her master, pulling her short, salmon-colored cape along so it would not flow behind her too far as she quickened her pace.

"It is like a market?" she guessed. It did, to a degree, remind her of Thyreid's market days, where both town people and travelling vendors from other towns would set up and barter, although it was often without an exchange of conventional money or coinage.

 

[Marl]

Marl had decided to check out the Carnival, though it wasn’t exactly what he’d call an ideal day, he thought that there’s got to be one of those “shooting gallery” stands there. He had earlier made a promise to himself that he would try something new each day. So far dinner in the facility on Kashyyyk had been serving a daily special every day, however yesterday’s dinner special was the same as the day’s before which meant that Marl needed to find something else to do, unfortunately the only thing he could do in the amount of time was to sign up for the trip. The new thing he tried today will be to enjoy a Carnival.

He also decided to come because he didn’t really trust this place, it must be a trap of some sort, he figured. Maybe the ringmaster is doing some twisted things behind the scene. Kidnaping Jedi to use in his acts? Marl continued thinking as he turned into a dark alley. As he got deeper in the shadows he noticed a figure creeping up closer and closer to Marl. Marl tried to surprise the man and swung around as quickly as he could while drawing one of his blasters.

“P-p-please don’t shoot me!” The clown yelled raising his hands. “You can take all the credits I have, it’s-“ Marl lowered his weapon. And tried to calm the clown down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... here take this.” Marl apologized as he gave the clown 100 credits for his troubles and walked off.

As he walked out of the alley he noticed one large sign “FREAK SHOW”. Marl walked towards it, interested who these freaks are. As he walked by the “freaks” Marl noticed that they were all alone on their platforms, well unless you count the two headed trandoshan as two separate beings. He looked at the bearded lady to his left and looked to the right at the Twi’lek with three lekkus. Though they didn’t realize it, these people had a lot more in common than Marl had with most people. Marl could easily see himself here, he could even imagine his sign on his platform reading “Meet the man who’s lost in time.” Or something similar to that. He continued walking alone with only his thoughts to accompany him.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

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[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Epistor"] | [member="Anaara Clandestine"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Charlie"]​

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It was not only Boo that loved the carnival atmosphere, so too did Theo. The smells of the food stalls, the flashing lights and all the busy-ness of it all was colour to the senses and sparked much imagination in all minds. There was the overwhelming sense of fun everywhere, everyone here was enjoying themselves to the max and it was infectious. It was also nice to be able to blend into the crowd for a change. Boo had raced off with a fist full of credits toward the sweet stalls, Theo stood by one of the many activities and attractions on offer here and watched as a father and son duo approached the 'test of strength'.

The man was well built, good solid arms and broad shoulders, well strong enough to ring the bell if he put his mind and back into it. His boy, egged him on enticed by the possibility that his father might win the main prize for him, but the look on the man's face matched Theo's, both of them knew these things are rigged. But the young lad had won the day, and his father handed over the hard earned credits to the carnie.

Theo smiled as the father made a good show it, rubbing his hands together to form a good grip on the mallet, shooing his son away to stand clear before he unwound with an almighty hit to the metal plate. By Theo's reckoning the pressure of the hit should have been enough to not only ring the bell but knock it flying. But the meter only moved three quarters of the way up. Theo pushed off what he was leaning on, and moved closer as he heard the carnie tell the father he had one more go. The little boy kicked at the dirt out of disappointment, having believed his father was the strongest man in the galaxy and would have won first go. The sensation of not wanting to let down his son was so great he would try again, but knowing all the while it was for naught.

Theo took one hand out of his jacket pocket his fingers moving only a little, just as the mullet hit the plate .. a little 'slight of hand' through the force, enough to propel the metal measure toward the bell smashing it to pieces. The little boy so amazed by his father's strength stood mouth open, eyes wide and dropped his soda, his father looked awkward offering to pay for the damage.

"I am sure the champion of the test of strength would not need to pay for that", Theo interjected as an argument was about to begin, as a friendly arm wrapped around that of the carnies shoulders. "Will he now", he looked into his eyes with a firm stare. After the little boy had chosen his prize and they moved off, "Fix your bell and take the pressure off the weights .. if you don't, I will sit you up there arse first and get that guy back to try again. Do we have an understanding?", he asked in a whisper, with a smile to the crowd gathering to reassure them all was well.

Theo received a firm and positive response from the carnie as he set about fixing this attraction, for the better. "Ah Boo what you got there?", something fluro and unnatural looking in his hands and he seemed to be loving every mouthful of it.

"How about a ride on the dodgems?", he said pointing. Although he did not half fancy himself in the ring against the current champion. Maybe later .. coming here to the carnival was for Boo after all.

 

[Charlie Nooran]

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[SIZE=10pt]Places like this were things the young padawan never truly experienced. She had brief memories as a child on her home planet of bright colors and people trying to make her laugh with painted faces. The memories were vague as she could only truly remember holding what she believed to be her father’s hand as they wandered down the makeshift alley of food and games. Kneeling Charlie held her knees to her chest as she looked at the counter’s lower shelves trying to decide the item she was going to buy and consume. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Eyes trailed along each sweet, sticky and fried food item. None looked appetizing, but she was determined to try and find something to eat. Unlike the others, she had taken the transport alone and in so many ways preferred it. A sigh as she continued to look, her attention focusing on the cake like dessert that was topped with chocolate and fruits. Standing, she looked over her shoulder to see other padawans grouping up knowing each other along with what felt to be older individuals also grouping up. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Always was interesting how social most species were. Looking back at the dessert counter she bit her lower lip and focused on what she wanted. Her mind trailed back to Tython, she missed it there, she missed the temple, but she needed to leave and meet others. Slender fingers ran through her shoulder length hair as she decided tonight she was going to make a friend with the Silver Jedi, her new home. Nodding, she pointed towards the funnel cake. “That one please…chocolate and whipped cream.” The woman behind the counter nodding with a sigh of relief. Charlie was unaware at how long she had been there, but she was somewhat excited for the sweet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Blue eyes brightened as she received the treat on a large serving disc with extra napkins and two forks. Looking at the setup she looked at the woman and paid her. Why were there two forks? Was she supposed to share? Charlie decided that maybe she would share, but for now, she was going to enjoy this treat. Beginning to wander, she took a bite and made eye contact with the mysterious man wanting to offer a sample. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]This was an interesting place, she thought while devouring the fried cake and chocolate. [/SIZE]

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[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] @Marl @Epistor @Anaara Clandestine [member="Boo Heavenshield"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [just tagging people you can ignore me if you want xD lulz]

 

[Darren Torran]

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[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Anaara Clandestine"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Epistor"] | [member="Charlie"]​

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A... Carnival? It'd been years since Darren had enough spare time to even visit a place like this. At least he finally had some time to enjoy himself - a man needed that once and a while. Of course, being the man he was, Darren automatically gravitated towards 'The Bazaar' section of the day's festivities - he wanted first pick of the unique trinkets and antiques that were on offer.

"Special Trinkets - very special indeed! Lightsaber of great Garret Dragoon on sale - only here! Only one in galaxy!" A Rodian merchant shouted from his stall. "You there! Zabrak man - interest in fine antiques?"

Darren raised his eyebrow, approaching the stall. "So, tell me more of this 'Garret Dragoon'".

"Ah, he was very special Jedi. He train under Luke Skywalker himself."

"Ah, is that right?" Darren glanced down at the lightsaber. Old, dented aluminium with fake gold accents - it was a good fake, but a fake nonetheless. "May I?"

"Please."

The Zabrak picked up the 'lightsaber', weighing it in his hands. "My, this is extremely light, my good man. What is it made of?"

"Mmm... Aluminium? Yes, aluminium." The dealer replied.

"Ah, quite an unconventional material to make a lightsaber out of, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes... But..."

Darren interrupted the man crushing the fake lightsaber in his hand, using the force to make a stronger impact. He then placed the broken and bent metal down on the merchant's stall once again.

"You really ought to do more research before trying to sell faux products. Also..." Darren turned, focusing force pull on the lightsaber that a child had stolen from his belt. "... Don't make kids do your dirty work." He sent the merchant a nod, smiling and walking away to a stall across the path...

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Well that had been quite a show, almost a clinic put on by the Zabrak Jedi as he tore the stall vendor a new one, the Togruta almost felt as if she could sense a shiver of fear, a touch of trepidation that seemed to travel up his spine. That was one merchant who probably wouldn't be mes...well no let's be fair he'd still try it on but hopefully, he'd be a little bit more careful about his marks in the future. In a perfect world that might have set him straight but sadly this wasn't a perfect world. At the very least though, this would be a merchant who behaved himself for the rest of the day, and that wasn't nothing.

As the Zabrak stalked away from the stall the Togruta pushed herself off the wall she'd been leaning against as she watched the scene play out, her red-skinned hands clapping together as she smiled, inclining her head at the man walking in her direction. "Quite the performance there and I thought the only entertainment out here was shopping too. I think you almost scared me....and I haven't stolen anyone's lightsaber. Well, at least not today anyway." Straightening Asaraa smoothed down her tunic, an amused light dancing in her blue eyes as she let her eyes travel across the other stalls, across the myriad of foods and accoutrements, gifts and antiques all set out to catch the eyes of any passerby that happened to wend their way through the bazaar. "Looks like the market here's pretty popular too."

Oh right, she was making small talk with a stranger again," a rueful look danced across the Padawan's face for a moment as she twisted, holding out her hand to the Zabrak standing next to her, "I'm Asaraa by the way."

[member="Darren Torran"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Nearby: [member="Charlie"] [member="Epistor"]
People of interest: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darren Torran"]

Ugohr was once again called away from Alliance space, where all he could hear about was nothing but calls to action against the Sith and the First Order. Once he arrived at his stall, ready to roll out a steak, even though this time around there would be no Squibs involved. The Gungan and his assistants started rolling out new items, such as steak, and of course, the old standbys: pizza, Vader cookies, Skor cakes. However, knowing how steak should be served, it depended on whether the clients wanted rare, medium or well-done. Personally, he preferred well-done steak when he had a chance to eat some, which was not all that often, but when he did that, it was mostly for closing either procurement deals or closing major financial deals with other parties. But, once the first steak served by Pizza Hutt in this sector was being served, the smell of that steak would be felt not only in the kitchen where it was being prepared, but also nearby, not suspecting that at least one occupant of the station could smell it from the other end of the station. He could feel that, once the first client is served, it wont be long until more clients come to ask for steaks.

"Steaks, hot, juicy steaks! For una limiten time only, get yoursa steak hair on disen station!" Ugohr hollered from his position at the cash register.

 

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

"Such a strange place" Tyluko muttered to himself as he made his way through the carnival. As he walked he looked about at all the vendors and stalls each with shopkeepers of various races displaying goods, souvenirs and curios from across the galaxy. As he meandered through the crowds he struggled to keep people from stepping onto his distinct dolphin-like tail.

"Ouch" He gritted through his teeth as a Herglic passerby accidentally stepped on his tail.

"Are you ok Ty?" Asked Thonro, who Tyluko had sitting upon his shoulders.

Tyluko smiled up at his adoptive Valkyrie brother. "Yes Thonro, I am alright. Are you enjoying the carnival so far?"

"Oh yes I am! There is so much to see! Thank you for bringing me" He said with joy hugging Tyluko around his neck. The Dolphinarian padawan smiled as he gently wrapped his head tendrils around the boy in a caring embrace. He was glad to hear the boy say this, Tyluko had been worried about the boy. Thonro had been having a very hard time adjusting to his new life on Mon Cala ever since Tyluko adopted the boy after the horrors of the Sith attack on the planet Midvinter. The conflict turned the boys life completely on its head, leaving the boy all alone and only at the tender age of 5. So when Tyluko learned that the Silver Jedi would be embarking on this field trip he jumped on the opportunity immediately.

As Tyluko and Thonro made their way through the sea of carnival goers Thonro suddenly looked behind them, scanning the crowd before yelling "Come on Oomy! You will get left behind, you silly metal man!"

Tyluko chuckled to himself as he to looked behind him to look for his Battle droid companion who apparently was scanning each and every shop calling out fake and mislabeled items. Tyluko laughed as he walked but then suddenly he ran into into someone knocking him and Thonro off balance as they tumbled to the ground.

[member='Epistor']

 

[OOM-7795 (Oomy)]

Oomy (OOM-7795) made his way through the waves of organics as he walked down the line of merchants at this event known as a "Carnival" or at least thats what his master Tyluko said it was. As he walked down the way he noticed organics of all shapes and sizes engaging in all sorts of merryment and fun. He noticed small organics playing carnival style games while their parents looked on, as well as two Jawas scanning items at a shop owned by a Quarren and to top it all off he also witnessed a rather heavy set Nautolan stuffing his facial orifice full of some deep fried food. "Doesn't the meat bag know he is practically cutting his life span in half by doing that ?" the droid muttered softly.

As he continued after his master he looked at the variety of items being sold and he noticed that a majority of the items were most likely fake or cheaply manufactured. He started pointing at various objects calling out their falsity much to the disdain of the shop keepers. "That's aluminum not Phrik. That is held together by glue. That will dissolve in three days. Count Dooku never wore a hat. And that is just an Ewok in a costume."

Suddenly he heard a voice call his name from across the crowd, "Come on Oomy! You will get left behind you silly metal man!". He recognized the voice as that of Thonro; the young boy that his master adopted on Midvinter. His master, Tyluko thought this excursion would do the boy some good and help to increase his well-being. When Tyluko decided to take on the boy, Oomy had to make sure to update his primary programming to protect not only his master but the boy as well. The droid vowed he would let no harm fall upon the boy. Oomy waved his metal hand at the boy " ROGER ROGER! But I have told you, I am a droid not just some man made of metal!"

But just as soon as he waved to the boy he saw both him and his master tumble to the ground as they ran into someone. Oomy quickly made his way to them.

"Masters, are you alright?"

[member="Epistor"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

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Sukai'ito Yumi

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Nearby: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] / [member="Darren Torran"]

Festivals like this brought back some good family memorizes, the young grey reminiscing about the similar ones held on Atrsia before she departed on her scholarly exploration, old habits kicking in with herself making a bee line straight of the bazaar upon arrival, the array of trinkets and other items making her feel like a kid again. Well to many she still was, and in vampire terms was only a babe, but to her the analogy still stood true.

Walking through the market place like area her eyes scanned along the man store fronts, eyeing up textiles one could use for making clothing, a hobby she had slightly developed while interacting with her brother more often, as well as anything out of the ordinary. Things that usually looked of our out of place lead to rather interesting finds, and with these people not profanation business men with lines of private buyers lining up, her chances of finding rare trinkets were much higher.

Her search was interrupted by the sound of crushing metal, like a vice clamp of sorts destroying a cheap metal toy, very over kill, but what would have that same effect at an otherwise peaceful festival? Looking around Sukai’s blue eyed gaze fell upon two slightly familiar people. General Vaashe and the Jedi Knight Zabarak Torran, someone who had been away from the Order for a while placing down some crushed metal object while using the force to take something from a young child. "Well I guess that explains the sound, the ye old distract customer with something valuable while other picks pockets"?

"I guess some nice conversation is in order, but not to self-keep an eye on anyone under the age of 12", Sukai quickly patting around her belt, thankfully everything still in its place, hopefully no one would be as silly to try and steal any item from her. Mainly due to the fact Sukai’s own reaction would not be as sublet as the Zabaracks, naught children needed to be punished after all. Slowly Sukai began to approach the two as they conversed, but kept a watchful eye on the different store fronts, still looking out for the special item of interest.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

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An interesting invitation... One he wasn't intending to accept, but the whole thing just seemed... Off, to him. He had people to get back to, but he couldn't shake the feeling something was going to go wrong, and an attempt had been made on Valae's life the last time he had this sort of feeling, so... It was best, he knew, to at least go to keep his peace of mind. Somewhere along the way though, he'd ended up on his own, with only his HK droid to accompany him. Or well, it was more there to guard him than anything. Hopefully he would find the other Jedi while he was here, and perhaps be able to get the lowdown on if anything had gone on...

The duo had ended up walking into a carnival. Perhaps he was attracted to the environment because it felt very similar to the park he'd gone on, for that first date with Shmi? The Jedi kept his hood up as he walked through, though his attention was caught by the appearance of some kind of promoter... “Hey, you look like a strong one! Fancy a taste of the ring?” A brawler attempts to draw in potential fighters. “It’s a clean match, promise!”

"Interesting..."

Stepping into the area where the fights were being bet on, he would allow himself to watch and listen... It was there that his attention was caught as he eavesdropped on a group of men, one who had a woman and children following behind him. They were clearly trying to keep hush, but if Josh allowed himself to reach his senses out...

"So I'll bet on one fighter, you bet on the other, and if I win?"

"Ye get the purse, yes. Several million credits. And if I win, of course..."

"Yes, yes, ye'd get the lady and the child. Two good slaves, though make sure this stays hush... Heard a rumor the Jedi were hanging around. And ya know how uppity they get about slavery..."

Josh didn't like what he was hearing, not at all. Sure, he could make the arrest now, but... He had a better idea.

Stepping toward the counter, he would make an inquiry about who was in the next fight.

"Fighter A is the Chiss, Zevran... Don't know if the battle will start for some time, nobody's signed up to fight him. Last time someone did, well... The man has a nasty temper. Last guy didn't make it out alive. Didn't even need weapons. We've got a guy out there claiming it'll be a clean fight, but I can't make that guarantee. Sorry, you'll need to come back-"

"Actually, I'm here to fight."

"What?"

"I'm here to fight."

"Are you sure?"

"Sign me up."

"Alright... Name?"

He had to ponder this one... He couldn't use his actual name, while he was here on invitation, it wouldn't be proper for a Jedi to fight in these circumstances under their real name. Well, he did have one pseudonym... From a long time ago.

"Jonathan Siegner."

"Alright, Mr. Siegner, stick around. The fight should be beginning shortly."

With that, he would turn around and approach the two from earlier...

"I'd like to join in on your bet."

The two would look toward the hooded figure with wide eyes.

"You... You heard us?"

"You're... You're not going to rat us out, are you? You can't prove nothin!"

"No, no, boys, I repeat... I want in. See, I was thinking... I intend to bet on a fighter. Why don't you two bet against me? If you two win, you split my end, and you can have more for the pot for your actual bet...

If I win... I win both your takes."

The two men would look toward the other, then back to him... Then would burst out laughing hysterically.

"W-why do you think we'd take your bet, and risk losing it all, eh?"

"Because... One of the fighters is that savage Chiss. And I'm willing to let you bet on him... I'll bet on the other guy. Whoever they may be."

The two began to laugh hysterically again.

"Yer that willin' to throw credits away? That Chiss will rip the head off whoever shows up! We were intendin' to wait until the Chiss got bored so we could have a fair match, but if yer willin' to bet on his opponent, we won't say no..."

"Fine. You have a deal... Let me re-iterate. If I win... I get the credits.. And the slaves. Are we clear?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Yes, you have a deal!"

"Good! Now if you'll excuse me... I have a fight to win."

"Wot?"

"What in blazes are you talking about?"

Josh would only smile as he would begin to head toward where they were being held, out for everyone to see... He could hear the two men laughing in the background.

"That daft bastard done bet on himself against the Chiss! Does he have a death wish?"

"Zevran is gonna tear him apart! This should be fun to watch!"

Josh knew he didn't have that much money to throw around. Sure, he could afford it, but he'd take a serious hit financially if he lost... But if he could win this... The risk would be worth it if he could free those two slaves. The extra credits didn't hurt either, but he was doing this for a reason.

Jonathan Siegner... Only Asha Seren would know that name. Perhaps he'd tell her daughter, [member="Jyn Sol"] that story one day...

 

[Kiran Arlos]

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These are pretty comfortable... Kiran thought to himself as he sat down on the last seat middle row at the end of the aisle. He had a drink in hand nothing alcoholic, simply water. The young man raised the cup to him as he sipped some from the straw and glanced around to see if any other Jedi had managed to join the show. He didn't see any however that didn't mean they weren't there. Kiran was still somewhat new and he hadn't met everyone yet. There were some murmurs among the crowd about participation from the audience. The young Jedi hoped not, he had been dragged into a fight at the last festival he attended and he hoped now to not make a fool of himself in front of another crowd.


"Ladies and gentleman, I"m sorry to have to inform you that one of our leading roles is out with an unexpected illness. We will have to cancel the show for the evening. Unless there is a young individual out their who wishes to act in this role?" There were several groans about the cancellation they were then replaced by cheers and applause from the audience as many wanted their chance to show their stuff, while others were like....not going to happen.

Kiran was one of those individuals telling himself that he would not be going up there. Then at random, the spotlight up above was turned off and they began to move it around from above and and once they stopped moving it, it would be turned on and whomever the light landed on would be the lucky person to do their thing. The young Jedi continued to drink some of his water and before you know knew it the light had come and and the light lit up the seat right next to him, which happened to be empty. Kiran chuckled a little bit as he cleared his throat and settled back in his seat and there were some boos from the crowd, then the light moved over and hovered on Kiran himself.

"Oh no..."

 

[Anaara Clandestine]

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

She could see more of the world now and looking at some of the stalls of things that had been shown off. She doubted there was much here she would need or needed to be able to get but the woman figured why not give it a chance. "Young one, over here, over here." The voice was soft and the man doing with spoke. Short with a bald head and a stall of curio's that she could see her eyes drifted to look over at one or two things but she was uncertain about all of it. "Hmm, you seem to not be like the others. Not just plying all of your wares." The man twirled the mustache he had and was short but offered a seat across from himself as he picked up a couple fo the statues. "Well why try and attract everyone to this place. Most cannot understand the importance of what we offer." She raised an eyebrow but he had already brought out something she could see and looking over the golden indents on the metal. Her fingers danced over it with a grin on her face. "Oh I see now."

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

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Watching the crowd closely, the carnival worker rubbed the scruff on his chin. Spotting his target, he walked towards [member="Boo Heavenshield"] and [member="Théodred Heavenshield"].

“Young man, wouldn’t ya like a prize?” He displayed a rather toothless grin. “How ‘bout my booth, you can win yerself a new pet. It’s easy peasy – only 15 credits a go.”

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A man with a microphone made his way into the audience, stopping at the young man that currently had the attention of the spotlight. The performer’s face was painted, and he wore a long, red coat.

“Fear not, ladies and gents! It seems we have our next act.” There was a rumble of drums somewhere in the background. “What’s your name, young man? And what talent will you be entertaining us with tonight?”

Grinning wide, the performer took hold of [member="Kiran Arlos"] by the arm… just to make sure he didn’t try to escape. “Come on down to the stage…”

Spoiler

Feel free to continue on as you like!

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Epistor did not wait for a confirmation or explanation from her master; her attention was drawn down another alleyway as they spoke, to some acts practicing in front of a large, velvet circus tent. "Oh, and entertainment!" she exclaimed joyously. One man juggled small, colored balls while wheeling back and forth on a wheel and wearing a strange hat. "...Strange Games, these..." she mused. "Whatev--?--oof!"

Suddenly, Epistor was knocked towards the Echani woman by a force that she had failed to see. The padawan twisted away just in time, effectively throwing her weight to avoid a collision with Jyoti.

Shhhkk!

As Epistor's leg's instinctively tried to find her balance, one ripped a short slit on her long skirt. Her thick, brown hair was slightly wind-blown around her face from the fall, and she reached up to clear the stray hairs from her face. In the process, she realized that the walkway had scraped up parts of her palm, but had not broken the skin sufficiently to coax out blood.

~ [member="Tyluko Dubykee"] ~ [member="Jyoti Nooran"] ~

 

[Eugen Aker]

Dress

Even Jedi needed a break from their duties from time to time, so Jyoti jumped at the chance to see this rare and mysterious attraction known as the Carnival of Curiosities, her apprentices Epistor and Charlie in tow.

Shortly after arriving, Charlie had broken off to wander and do her own thing for a while, leaving Jyoti alone with Epistor to tour the grounds. She let Epistor lead them around, their first stop being the food stalls. Rows full of vendors offering all sorts of street food, from classic corndogs, to strange tentacle-like appendages that still seemed to quiver with life. She was feeling pretty adventurous that night to try something new, but not that adventurous.

It was then while she was following around Epistor distractedly, that she almost had her apprentice barrel into her. Through a little pre-cognition and reflex, the Echani nimbly sidestepped out of the way of a collision, eyes falling on her padawan as she tumbled to the ground. She winced for Epistor as she finally landed with a loud rip.

"Oh dear."

She knelt by Epistor to check for any scrapes or bruises. It looked like her dress had turned out to be the real victim here, shredded open in one section that came over her outer thigh.

"Are you alright?"

As she asked, she noticed Charlie out in the corner of her eye near a food stall, eating something. For the moment her focus was helping Epistor, but she would probably check up on Charlie right after. For all she knew, the woman hadn't stepped off Tython since she had been accepted there as a Jedi initiate many years ago, so she wanted to keep a close eye on her while acclimating to the wider galaxy.

[member="Epistor"] [member="Charlie"]

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Nom nom nom​

Dress - Since I missed the memo...>_> ​

Standing aside from all the antics that was happening, Charlie was happily enjoying her peace and quiet with her new friend. The spongy yet crispy nature of the funnel cake was more than enough to mark this trip a tremendous success. People moved about from stalls to stalls as she looked to see if any of the wooden tables would open. She was struggling with the serving disk and trying to eat the funnel cake. A table was required to eat such a treat, mental notes were taken and Charlie learned something to day.

Finally, only a few moments after watching a couple make out for the past 10 minutes did a table finally become available. Charlie didn’t mind the bits of garbage they had left behind, it didn’t take her long to clean it up and take her seat happily now that there was something other than her hand for the serving disk. A sigh of complete bliss escaped the young K’paur’s lips – she knew she shouldn’t be eating this, but if she watched her intake her stomach would behave. Thank the Force her parents were mixed.

Hands clapped and the girl used both her hands to use both forks to pick and shovel the mighty funnel cake into her mouth. As she took the largest bite possible, she felt the whipped cream and the chocolate paint around her mouth. Charlie didn’t care one bit, when someone wanted to cover themselves with the food you make it was a compliment. Her body hunched over the table while she fed herself in succession barely leaving time to breath, it was quite the site to see a small girl such as this devouring something that probably weighed as much as her calf. There was a noise and Charlie lifted her chocolate covered face to look towards the direction of [member="Epistor"] who had fallen. Blinking, it seemed the woman was alright and thus Charlie didn’t need to help. As she watched the scene unfold she noticed that Master Jyoti was there as well.

She paused and stared for a moment, then returned to her devouring of the funnel cake. Charlie wondered if she should head over, but a part of her felt as if she was intruding on something. Being around others like this, more like being forced to be around others was an odd feeling. She missed Tython, where she could be alone, but even so maybe people wasn’t a bad thing. Still, there was mission to be finished and that was to devour the massive funnel cake before [member="Jyoti Nooran"] noticed and tried to take it from her. The thought drove the young woman to continue to eat quickly and the price was chocolate along her face even catching against her cheeks.