It's A Wonderful Life (Day)

[Marl]

Marl was fashionably late to the party as usual. A soldier bred for war, social events were not his forte. Marl was the type of person who’d rather be bleeding out than make small talk. Marl had taken a break from the SJO to do some soul searching it was the first time in a thousand years he hadn’t had to worry about having an enemy and in that time away he found a certain peace and understanding that this was his life now and there was no going back to the clone wars and that the Silver Jedi were his new brothers and sisters. A thousand years ago. Marl stood on this same soil but instead of celebrating they were fighting the confederate army. He remembered it like yesterday. Marl went over to the bar grabbed a glass and a bottle of coreillian whiskey from the open bar and walked towards the beach away from the party. He decided to enjoy him self before joining the others. After sitting down in the cold sand, he poured and raised a glass for new beginnings, remembering the fallen and thanking his new friends. He gazed out towards the ocean as the stars twinkled in the sky.

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven followed behind the rather grizzled looking soldier, his usual swagger evident in his walk, and he took a moment to look around, this was his first real social event in quite a long time. He smiled to himself and walked on, finding the bare quickly, and with a few glances around smiled at the bar tender, slipping him a few credits for a drink. A dark bruise was evident on his jaw, in the distinct shape of the tip of a sword, he rubbed it as he downed his whiskey, and the wandered over to the bonfires, looking into them and enjoying the heat for a moment, before looking around at the patrons once more, attempting to find a place where he would be more at home. He found this place beside the grizzled looking man who just downed his own drink. The Padawan held his drink carefully, or what was left of it, sitting down in the sand and reclining lazily, saying, "So what brings you here?" Addressing the man beside him, his sparkling blue eyes dancing over him, sizing him up and looking right through him, as if he had X-ray vision. Draven tended to give off the feeling of inspecting whoever he was talking to, taking their measure.

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[Marl]

Marl looked over at the short man who addressed him. Marl knew better than to judge a person’s ability by their size. During the Clone Wars. Marl and every other clone knew that Master Yoda, a green alien that could not be larger than three feet in height, was the most powerful Jedi in the order.

“Besides the liquor?” Marl said half-jokingly. “But in all seriousness, the Silver Jedi have been here for me ever since I’ve been thawed out of carbonite. The least I can do is make a couple of appearances to their shindigs. Marl poured himself another refill.

“How ‘bout you, padawan?” Marl said trying to make small talk that he typically despised.

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[Draven Dursden]

Chuckles and grunts, "I get tired of being accused of being an anti social nut job. So here I am, mingling like a pro, if you couldn't tell." As he said this he glanced over his shoulder at another girl Padawan, raising a eyebrow at her, taking in her appearance and movements as he continues faintly, "So...yea...that's why I'm here." His mind was obviously on this particular girl, and he then blinked, snapping out of it and asking, "So, got anymore liquor on you? I could only get that bartender to slip me one drink." He asks with a mischievous grin, and sticking out his tongue a bit, playfully. He then looked about, "Quite a nice night for all this stuff." Then his tone changing to that of someone who has finally gotten fed up with meaningless small talk he asks, "So carbonite huh? How'd you end up a block of ice?"

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[Marl]

Marl watched as the kid struggled to make small talk and check out the young padawan behind him. Marl passed over the liquor. The padawan then mentioned Carbonite. Unfortunately everyone knew Marl was captured by the separatists and frozen in carbonite but Marl didn’t remember it fondly. Marl found it embarrassing for the fact that he actually got captured by a couple of droids.

“Kid, did you ever learn about the clone wars? Happened about 900 years ago?” Marl let out a sigh, “Well long story short, there were the separatists and the republic. The separatists had a droid army. And to counteract that the Republic made a clone army. Like me. Anyways on my way to a new campaign, 2 years into the war, My ship was ambushed by the seps. And I was taken prisoner. Last thing I remember is being was being put into carbonite. I then go on to wake up in a space station on the far side of the galaxy 900 years later. What happened between that time, I haven’t the slightest clue. Except I heard of how the war ended.” Marl said grimly still can’t believing he was meant to be a pawn in an ancient Sith lord’s plot.

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[Draven Dursden]

Draven downs the drink and looks over at the man, "Wow. That's rough." With a shrug and the adds, "Really?" After thinking over the whole explanation of it, "A bunch of droids took you captive?" He then shrugged again and laid back into the sand, looking up at the beautiful starry sky, "When I get out there..." He said, voice wistful for the open skies, "There are going to be stories told about Draven Dursden." He then glanced over and smirked, "Bet you heard that one before." He Then stood up, walking down the shore just a little bit away, and skipping the rocks over the water's surface, turning to Marl after skipping one perfectly, "You'll see though." He then just smirks quietly to himself and goes back to skipping his rocks, but every now and then he did glance back over at the other Padawan. She had caught his interest from the minute he came on the scene, but for the first time in his life, the smooth talking Padawan had no idea how to approach the situation.

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[Marl]

Marl watched as the cocky, glory-seeking padawan skipped rocks as he sipped his whiskey, he raised his glass to kid silently to the kid and his dreams. Marl decided to let the his new padawan friend give his full attention to the female padawan he was infatuated with and got up to talk to the people at the party, Marl brushes his sides off, which sand was sticking to. On his way back to the party Marl noticed two Jedi by a tree. He had not met either of them though he had seen the Togrutan around the base before, the human in the black dress however was new to him. Marl walked over to the two.

Marl kept talking himself he has to keep calm, being a clone commander, he never really had to make small talk. One may even say that Marl’s weakness is social anxiety. Before his capture by separatist forces. He only had to talk with his Jedi generals to formulate battle plans not talk about how their days were, but Marl knew that a good soldier adapts to their environment. And right now that environment is this party.

“Hi there, enjoying the party so far?” Marl said slightly awkward towards the Jedi.

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Ashla Marlar"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[aayla tano]

Marl watched as the cocky, glory-seeking padawan skipped rocks as he sipped his whiskey, he raised his glass to kid silently to the kid and his dreams. Marl decided to let the his new padawan friend give his full attention to the female padawan he was infatuated with and got up to talk to the people at the party, Marl brushes his sides off, which sand was sticking to. On his way back to the party Marl noticed two Jedi by a tree. He had not met either of them though he had seen the Togrutan around the base before, the human in the black dress however was new to him. Marl walked over to the two.

Marl kept talking himself he has to keep calm, being a clone commander, he never really had to make small talk. One may even say that Marl’s weakness is social anxiety. Before his capture by separatist forces. He only had to talk with his Jedi generals to formulate battle plans not talk about how their days were, but Marl knew that a good soldier adapts to their environment. And right now that environment is this party.

“Hi there, enjoying the party so far?” Marl said slightly awkward towards the Jedi.

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Ashla Marlar"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

Ashla turned towards the man and said "I am." She glanced at Asaraa to see how she would react to the man, turning back to him, she said "I don't believe we've met. I'm Ashla"

 

[Leah Winsclav]

Leah finished her drink with a content sigh, she had eaten a few scones along the way too. It might have been comfortable where she was, but she was lacking in social company, perhaps it would be best for the Noble to go for a walk?

Leah once again let out a small sigh and placed her cup next to her, standing up swiftly the Noble would grab what was left of her Scones and hook them under her arm in a basket. Maybe some people who arrived a while ago would like some of them?

Her destination was that massive goddamn tree. It seemed interesting enough when she had first heard about it, perhaps she might see some of the familiar faces there, it was quite barren of them within this area. With that Leah set out walking, padding quietly towards the tree.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Well, this was turning into quite a party now, the room filling up as pilot Santa and grandmaster elf stole the spotlight and the other partygoers split up into pairs, into little groups, the pleasant sound of their conversations filling the room. She could see a few groups of people gathered around, In such a large gathering the Togruta normally kept her senses pulled in, not wanting to be overwhelmed. There were some senses, however, she couldn't turn off, the feel of someone moving through the crowd echoed out to her as she heard a voice pipping up behind her.

The young woman twisted, one leg rising slightly off the ground to allow her to pivot gracefully on one foot, swinging around gracefully to face [member="Marl"] as a smile pulled up her lips. She'd seen the trooper around while she'd been training with her Marines but hadn't really had the chance to interact with him very much before. "Well, I mean there could be more fireworks or snowball fights but as far as a parties go, it's not really too bad," she allowed as she inclined her head at him. "Yourself?" The girl nodded over his shoulder at [member="Draven Dursden"], "Seems like you were enjoying yourself too?" Her blue eyes flicked over to [member="Ashla Marlar"] before slipping back to the Trooper as she extended her hand. "I've seen you around a bit but I don't think we've met before, I'm Asaraa."

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven had continued speaking when Marl left, not even realizing he had done so until he turned around and noticed that his only company was the ocean. He cursed and his eyes darted across the crowd, noticing the trooper was now speaking with the other Padawan that had caught his interest. Draven was never shy before, he figured why should her start now? He began to make his way through the crowd towards them, sliding through the waves of patrons with surprising ease, his confident manor suiting the social environment. He navigated the obstacles quite successfully, and was even smirking to himself in self approval, when he ran head on into the woman carrying a basket full of scones. Draven fumbled to not knock her over, and keep her on her feet, but he sent the basket flying up into the air.

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[Marl]

The two Padawans Marl walked up to introduces themselves. Ashla, the first jedi that responded to him seemed to keep to herself,
Marl was the same way, he thought he and her would get along very well together. On the other hand you had Asaraa who gave the impression she enjoyed talking. Marl didn’t mind talkative people, but he didn’t exactly enjoy them. Marl wasn’t going to let his first impression of Asaraa ruin his whole perception of her however. Besides she was only a padawan.

“Good luck getting snow in kashyyyk, but it’s nice to meet you, I am CC-49- er, I mean Marl. Sorry still not used to that. However I am enjoying the party so far.” He chuckled slightly anxiously. He lied he hated social events but it’s tge least he could do.

Behind Marl as he thought of something else to talk about a loud commotion occurred. He looked back and noticed it was the short padawan he talked to earlier. Was this the padawan he had his eye on, Marl thought to himself. He excused himself from the two padawans to go help Draven

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

The Togruta could only blink in surprise as she saw [member="Draven Dursden"] struggling, fumbling around on the floor as she reached out a hand the force responding to her call as it caught the basket in mid-air. Ever so slowly the basket slowly lowered itself down to float in front of the woman as Asaraa show a glance over at [member="Ashla Marlar"] before she padded forward on her bare feet as she followed [member="Marl"] towards the boy. "Hey, are you alright?"

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven looked up from the floor, and the first thing his eyes rested on were a pair of red skinned feet and toes, he then followed the legs up, looking at the woman and seeing it was the same who had caught his attention upon entering. All aliens stood out more to him, he was only used to humans, and he had certainly never seen one like this. He sprung up to his feet, saying in his boyish, childlike way, "I could have gotten the basket." With a shrug, blowing a slightly drooping spike out of his face, and glancing down at the woman who he had knocked into, rubbing his jaw and saying, "You know you should really watch where your going." with a slight smirk, he knew he was being rather rude, but it was what he was thinking. He then glanced over to Marl, "Marl!" He exclaimed, "Nice of you to join us." [member="Marl"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Leah Winsclav"]

 

[aayla tano]

The two Padawans Marl walked up to introduces themselves. Ashla, the first jedi that responded to him seemed to keep to herself,
Marl was the same way, he thought he and her would get along very well together. On the other hand you had Asaraa who gave the impression she enjoyed talking. Marl didn’t mind talkative people, but he didn’t exactly enjoy them. Marl wasn’t going to let his first impression of Asaraa ruin his whole perception of her however. Besides she was only a padawan.

“Good luck getting snow in kashyyyk, but it’s nice to meet you, I am CC-49- er, I mean Marl. Sorry still not used to that. However I am enjoying the party so far.” He chuckled slightly anxiously. He lied he hated social events but it’s tge least he could do.

Behind Marl as he thought of something else to talk about a loud commotion occurred. He looked back and noticed it was the short padawan he talked to earlier. Was this the padawan he had his eye on, Marl thought to himself. He excused himself from the two padawans to go help Draven

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Ashla Marlar"]

Ashla watched him go silently.

 

[Marl]

Marl helped the woman up. She looked angrily at Draven and walked away.

“Yea. I suppose it was.” Marl said.

“Well I’m gonna go to the bar. Enjoy yourselves, happy Life-day, may the force be with you. You know the rest.” Marl said with a smirk. He left to the bar, took a seat near the bartender, and ordered a shot of coreillian whiskey.

[member="Ashla Marlar"] [member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven turns to the alien woman who he was left with, and said, "I'm Draven, I don't believe we have met." As he said this he ran a hand through his spiked and messy hair, looking around before asking, "What brings you to social event like this?" As he crossed his arms and simply enjoyed the ambience of the party. He eventually noticed some dirt which had clung to his pants from his fall, and hurriedly brushed it off with a frown. [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

"Oh you know, showing the flag getting to know people, the SIlver's do like their parties and to be fair it's a pretty nice way to get to meet the rest of the order. We're all so busy the rest of the time, missions and training, it's nice to let your hair down," the Togruta gave the boy a rueful grin, "well you know if I had any hair to let down that is. How about you? What brings you out here?" She glanced down at his outstretched hand before gripping it, giving him an apologetic look, "I'm Asaraa, Asaraa Vashe."

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[Draven Dursden]

He shook her hand with a nod, saying with a smirk, "Yes indeed it is a good chance to take a chill pill and just relax." He then shrugs as Asaraa continues her question, "Well, honestly I just came out here to mingle. Social events like this can be quite a bit of fun. And Its nice to not be considered some anti social hermit." He then asks, "Have you eaten yet?" His own stomach letting out a well timed rumble. Draven had only had a couple of drinks since he got there, and those could only tide over the growing teenage boy for so long.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

The young Togruta shook her head, an amused smile tugging her lips up as she glanced around. "At lunchtime," she allowed, "I don't really eat all that much outside of meal times," the young woman's eyes twinkled in amusement, "they keep us pretty busy around here and I guess we really don't have the time. From training to missions to more training," a laughed lipped out of her mouth as she twirled her hot chocolate around before taking a sip, "such is the life of a Jedi."

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