Faction Darkwire and Friends White Bantha Gift Exchange

[Jem Fossk]

Cassus reached for his own box, confident that this same gift-giving methodology would probably ring true for his gift as well...

Jem watched silently as he pulled a twine- wrapped hilt out of a bag. It ... wasn't attached to anything. It didn't look particularly new, either. But it COULD be attached to something.

She shimmied a little closer to the pile and tried to pull a second , hopefully more exciting gift...

Not that anything was wrong with a foot massage! She was just hoping for fireworks. Or something.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Jem watched silently as he pulled a twine- wrapped hilt out of a bag. It ... wasn't attached to anything. It didn't look particularly new, either. But it COULD be attached to something.

She shimmied a little closer to the pile and tried to pull a second , hopefully more exciting gift...

Not that anything was wrong with a foot massage! She was just hoping for fireworks. Or something.

What she unwrapped was Jerec's gift, which hadn't been picked yet.

"It's a toy dewback!" Jerec explained. "With real slime action! That slime's biodegradable, too."

 

[Jem Fossk]

Huh. Jem turned the toy in her hand, an exploratory tug given at the reigns. The mouth hinged open. Sime shot out at the person sitting across from her, getting them square in the face. Yula Perl

Jem stiffened, at first horrified ... and then her shoulders began to shake in contained glee. "Oh."

She loved it.

 

[Yula Perl]

"It's a skull."

Yula snorted. "So? Can never have enough sk-"

A string of something splattered in her face, smelling vaguely of liquid plastoid and toxic chemicals. As the slime dropped down to her chin, Yula's now unobscured vision landed on Jem, who was containing her glee with a shudder.

Anger flared hit against pink cheeks, and a heavy, ornate mask went sailing across the room with unhinged accuracy.

Jem Fossk

 

[Kal]

"Wanna trade? For your hair thingies."

Eyes widening, Kal did not even attempt to hide his eagerness - truly, a hair product for a treasure was as great a bargain as they came.

Unfortunately, his agreement was delayed by a barely-heard comment from Amea Virou - it was clear she found his gift less than appealing. Coming off as a bit defensive, the Shadow was quick to respond. "Hey, it's a nice skull. It just didn't fit into my skull collection, you know?"

He certainly did not want her to think that it was too low-quality for him to collect - that would have been insulting.

While he was busily defending his taste in gifts, his would-be trade partner took a string of slime to the face and returned fire with the only thing she had on hand, namely the gorgeous mask provided by a gift-giver after his own tastes. Or perhaps one who could not appreciate its beauty.

Acting on instinct, Jem Fossk would hear his voice in her mind. <Please don't break it.>​

 

[Jem Fossk]

Jem caught and subsequently dropped the mask, her skin flashing silver as a voice entered her mind.

“What the fuck,” the teen exclaimed.

 

[Yula Perl]

"LANGUAGE!"

Yula was on her feet with a dramatic gasp, pointing an aggressive finger at Jem. She really didn't care if the teen swore. Maybe she was drunk.

"I'm telling Dagon!"

Jem Fossk

 

[Amea Virou]

Amea let a hand slowly drag across her cheek to wipe away the phlegm and spit from her friend's burp and gently wiped it on her jacket before she withdrew a big bottle of antibacterial compound and began to rub it against the side of her face, hands, and arms just to be sure. The ghost-man was free to think it was a good gift all he wanted, it didn't make him any less wrong.

"Sure, buddy." Amea exhaled a chuckle and turned to Yula. "And don't be a fucking narc, Perl." Amea said as she looped her hand over the other in repeated motion. "Just pay her back when she least expects it."

"Put dye in the shower spout. Exchange her shampoo for motor lubricant..."

"... Swap all the fuel in her speeder with water or just sabotage her... I don't know," Amea said and looked over at Jem to try and assess the kind of person she was. "Toy box or something?"

 

[Kal]

In a twist of irony, words meant to encourage carefulness had the opposite effect. Jem Fossk looked as if she'd seen a ghost.

Truly, the absence of telepathic familiarisation he had noticed in organic Force Users was a pervasive annoyance. One made worse by the knowledge that they were quite willing to prioritise swordsmanship - as if swinging long, uncomfortably hot rods about was of the utmost importance.

Kal found it mind-boggling, but then their prioritisation had always come off as odd to him.

A slender hand snaking out as if to catch the falling mask, it froze in mid-air, then began to slowly, tentatively, drift back towards Yula Perl - it was clear that Kal was not entirely confident she would not throw it again, but he did not make a habit of being seen stealing.

"Apologies, I assumed the Jedi taught rudimentary telepathy. It seems more useful than violence and charming animals."

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Jem watched silently as he pulled a twine- wrapped hilt out of a bag. It ... wasn't attached to anything. It didn't look particularly new, either. But it COULD be attached to something.

She shimmied a little closer to the pile and tried to pull a second , hopefully more exciting gift...

Not that anything was wrong with a foot massage! She was just hoping for fireworks. Or something.

"Huh," Cassus regarded the bladeless hilt. It could certainly have been weirder, and he basically gifted Yula a hunk of junk he couldn't use, so he didn't count this as much of a surprise. He didn't have any means of deducing who the gifter was, though.

If Cassus had a desk, he'd probably try to spruce it up with this hilt. If he were better at building and fixing things instead of breaking them, maybe he could use this as inspiration to forge a blade. There wasn't a lot of need for a blade, though, other than as a hobby. He had his blasters, a lightfoil, and knife if he really needed it. If the lightfoil did break, though...

Cassus stowed it somewhere and noticed some gifts were being exchanged, or someone grabbing a new gift. Cassus seemed to be as satisfied as he could be from an event like this, so just went to try some eggnog.

"Where'd you get that stuff? What's it taste like?" He asked the Ithorian, Jerec Asyr .

 

[Jerec Asyr]

so just went to try some eggnog.

"Where'd you get that stuff? What's it taste like?" He asked the Ithorian, Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr .

Jerec sloshed additional eggnog into both of his neckgills and guzzled it with all four throats. The drink warmed him significantly, not that the Blue Flame Cantina was especially cold.

"It's called eggnog. Minimal avian ova, significant blue milk and cream, nutmeg, armudu spice, Kowakian rum. Really just a thing of beauty."

He went to offer Cassus his mug, then thought better of it. The mug was a little messy. Instead he flagged down one of the Blue Flame's refurbished waitdroids and ordered another, despite whatever degree of enthusiasm or lack thereof that Cassus might demonstrate.

"Here we go...something special for your cold little, hic, knees."

 

[Jem Fossk]

"Apologies, I assumed the Jedi taught rudimentary telepathy. It seems more useful than violence and charming animals."

just sabotage her... I don't know," Amea said and looked over at Jem to try and assess the kind of person she was. "Toy box or something?"

"I don't like people in my head. And I'm not a child either," she clipped to both the strangers, unafraid to express herself in any situation. Unfortunately though, the slight explosion of events was enough to turn her recent dour attitude into something flat out sour.

The teen stood up, wrapping paper and toy alike left to roll to the ground, and stomped away with heavy boots.

Holiday Parties, amirite?