Dancing Through Life (OP)

[Feena]

The Greyson Family had been famous on Naboo for their elaborate parties. Flawless decor, exotic entertainment, and of course, only the finest in traditional Naboo delicacies. It was the Greyson families youngest and only surviving daughter, now, that was bringing this legacy of theirs to light once again.

Queen Feenarah had been very careful when planning this event. Not a single credit would come from the taxpaying citizens. She would not use taxes to pay for entertainment for a few. Her duty as Queen, and her pride as a Greyson would not allow it. So she had dipped into her own personal savings as well as the fortune her brother had left to her during his disappearance.

Omega Protectorate needed a night, just one night, to dance and forget the Galaxy. And Feenarah was going to do what little she could to ensure that at the very least, she could perhaps get a smile out of some of her guests.

It had been arranged well, and had all come together like a dream. The Palace ballroom had been decorated with lights, flowers, silks, and gold. She spared no expense, even going so far as to bring in a famous singer from halfway across the Galaxy just for this night. Tables were piled high with desserts of every color and shape, and one by one, steaming dishes were being brought forth for the guests.

Yes. It was all coming together. And the Queen could not be happier. She stood up on the balcony, watching guests trickle in. She would greet them personally in time. For now, she was waiting for someone.

 

[Vulps]

The metal tip of a black cane tapped against the ground as Zarro entered the room, his black tail flicking behind him. "Well, lets see what these people have in store for me." Having just come over from the Republic, he was in search for new business ventures and the Omega Protectorate might just give him said ventures. "Now I just need to find someone kind enough to lend an old fox a hand." To say that he was hoping for such a person was an understatement. This could very well be the chance Verres Trading NEEDED to get off of Amar and into the galaxy. As such, he had dressed up in his best uniform with his favorite hat and cane. At his side, he could count on his assistant, Serra to make sure that all names were put on record.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan smiled as he walked into the halls and took a quick look around before looking down. A Suit again, first that darn business meeting and now this... he still looked like him old self though, his hair though it was parted was a mess, his eyes ringed by the black rings that signaled his constant insomnia he could not escape no matter how much he tried. He held a smile though, a wide but toothless smile that accompanied soft and bright eyes as they ran over the area around him and he put the hood of his cloak down. "Now this, this is a party." He had only recently join the Protectorate, but this was certainly better than running around the alleys of Coruscant and killing Sith patrols.

 

[Nameless Knight]

A party.... How exciting as Knight arrived and stood straight up. After Coruscant and the Lord Protector dropping a ship on her position she had been worse for wear.. Shot up and limping away to her ship for the one pilot to get her to safety. Then being patched up, now she stood there with a splint on her arm, a sling to hold it in place and a scar on her face. She could shift it away but she had been battered and broken mostly in that attack, now she was showing it and wearing the scars like a badge of honor. "Your Highness thank you for this, it is nice to find an excuse to get out of the hospital."

[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Feena Mason"] [member="Knight"] [member="Zarro Verres"]

Watches those before him with a soft gaze, judging them and who they were. One he knew was the former Senator for a planet that escapes his memory. The other their host, though the pink haired woman was not one that he knew, it was a new sight to see her. He took note of her appearence and thought on what she may be, considering her talking straight to the queen.

 

[Noah Corek]

2 Days Earlier
Feenessa
Home of [member="Cara Sampson"]
There was a slight knock on Cara's door. Once Cara inevitably came to check who was knocking, she would find Noah, sitting there in his dress uniform, holding a half dozen white roses with a smile on his face that gave away he was about to ask Cara something and he wasn't going to take no for a answer.
OOC: It is 3 AM and Vicky is angry with me for being up so late, your not getting anything more outta me Krissy.

 

[Cora Passek]

Feenessa - 2 Days ago...

Work, blueprints strew across much of her office space, with the blonde in the middle of sketching out something else. Startled by a most unexpected knock, forcing her to jump ever so slightly. She'd not been expecting anyone at all this particular evening. With her thoughts disturbed, her mind briefly out of the work game, she rose slowly and came to the door, peering through the peep hole.

A slight gasp came, Noah, was probably the last person she'd have thought would show up on her doorstep. It took a moment for it to dawn on her as to why he'd come. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed softly before opening the door. "Noah," She spoke most politely, not entirely sure what was about to happen. "Please come in." With a wave of her hand, she motioned him into the foyer. Her own attire, much less dressy, a simple tank top, soft comfortable pants, and barefooted to boot. "I must apologize, if I'd known you were coming over, I'd have found something a little more appropriate to wear."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Cara Sampson"]
Fennessa Two Days Ago...
Noah smiled as Cara ushered him into the foray, he had to admit, the house she had purchased was a little large, of course that could have been just Noah's opinion since he was use to living in apartments or barracks. He smiled at Cara as he set the roses down on the coffee table near him and walked towards her, it was a bit comical when Noah got in front of her, her being a small woman, being only 5'8" and 117 pounds, while Noah was a giant, standing at 6'6" and 223 pounds. When he saw her clothes and heard her talk about what she would've have done if she knew he was coming, Noah chuckled a bit. "You'd look beautiful in anything you'd wear." Noah told her with a smile as he stepped in front of her leaving only a few inches between. Noah still was not sure of their status though, whether they were still business partners or more then that. But if it was not yet decided in Cara's mind, Noah was hoping he could help influence it.

 

[Cora Passek]

Feenessa -Two days Ago ....

Never once had Cara thought herself particularly small, rarely haven't to look up to anyone, it was a fact that was hard to miss this particular evening. Glancing to the roses he set aside, there was a small suspicion within her that she knew where this was going to lead. "Be that as it may, you're still a guest and generally means there is a certain level of respect to the clothes I choose to wear when hosting someone within my home." She chuckled softly, "And barefoot, in what could be considered pajamas, most assuredly does not count."

It couldn't be missed, the distance or lack there of between, for the time being they were just business partners. There were still many walls she needed to let go of, to trust again. Something that would take time for sure, but at least now she wasn't as standoffish as she'd been when they first met. No, back then there'd been talk of thermal detonators, and shows of good faith. "Living room is this way," She pointed, past the open office door where the mess left in the wake of her work was still quite evident. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable." She herself taking a seat, and motioning for him to join her. "Can I grab you something to drink?" Asking politely, still trying to be a decent host, instead of just blurting out the obvious question she wanted to know, as to why he was here exactly. Flowers certainly meant one thing, it all just depended upon his actions.

[member="Noah Corek"]