Public Party Under the Dome

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Devils Dance Floor
Wearing: Dress
Tags: Kaila Irons | Open

"I... I'm not so bad about this, am I? I mean, I know I've taken on a... few lovers, but you speak as though I've a reputation."

Seeing her master blush, even though brief, brought some levity to a world that seemed to be getting dark by the minute. Just being here was enough to get Kaila to relax a little, let her hair down though not her guard. Tamsin did note Kaila's eyes drift to the zeltron man Nos Voros for a brief moment. It made her almost laugh to herself, but she held it back.

"No, you don't have a reputation at least not one I have heard people talk about openly. You are just training me to observe things. You have probably told me to much and you have a fan club I have noticed."

Tamsin knew it was a coping mechanism to deal with the suffering and stress. She held no judgement towards her master. They all had to find a way to deal with it, Tamsin hadn't yet found her vice but she knew overtime she would gain one. Though the weight on her shoulders was over burdening at the moment she could feel it building the deeper she went down the road with Kaila and then there was the unknown of her own past that might add a mountain.

"No, you're right. I only wore it because they made me. Probably want me to intimidate the prime minister or something, what with our eastward expansion and all."

Those words turned it dark again for a moment. Because even though Tamsin hadn't been sith long she had gleaned a lot already. Kaila was right it was only a matte rof time before this place under a dome would be monopolized by the sith. This democracy that they were celebrating was fleeting in the grander scale of things. A sea of black would consume it, take away the meaning of this celebration. As soon as Liin Terallo had made her pass Tamsin couldn't help but thinking of the ashes that would be left on the very ground she stood when the sith order did come. In the moment she didn't know how to stop the inevitable.

She watched as Kaila pulled off her badge and tossed it away, a freeing moment. A small sign of what both of them were fighting for, a right to choose their path and destiny. "It will come, sadly to a place like this that is today celebrating it's freedom." Freedom was a dangerous word it seemed. She did wonder for a moment when the time came for this place what side her and Kaila would be standing on though.

"I suppose we're not unlike them in that regard, fighting ever nefarious destiny by subverting norms. It would seem then that those of true life experience oft resort to such cynical methods, whereas the naïve cling to a fantasy of harmony with the greater will. But I suppose you already understand, for you've seen the world as these people never will. You're a survivor, and so you know better."

"That is interesting, wishing them bad luck for good luck. Yet it does make sense in an odd way like you said subverting the norm. Almost like using the will to fight the nature of the will."

She stopped for moment to listened to Liin's speech, the tone of excitement in her voice for the future of this world. It seemed so bright and shiny in the moment, yet Tamsin still dwelled on what could be. A sweeping darkness coming for this place and for her friend Liin. She looked at all the beautiful people gathered again. She wondered for moment if any of them saw it like she did. A moment of bliss and reprieve from the coming storms or if they were all just too self-indulgent and blind.

"If only I could show them the other side of the Galaxy, how many struggle to survive everyday. Show them those that will never get to see this slice of life. Maybe then they could see?" It wasn't something she thought possible, she had seen sith and Jedi slaved to the will and conforming to the life it dealt them. It was on a passing thought and words as she noted a weird guy Fel Vinic in a light up jacket that pulled her attention away from the doom and gloom. "I need a jacket like that." She let out a little chuckle. "Also we need to dance after the speeches."

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Clothing
Weapons: Holdout Blaster | Vibroknife | A few more concealed somewhere

"Thank you," he said warmly. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you. I'm Matthew."

Nos clasped Matthew of Valendale 's arm in response, unused to looking up when speaking to others. This white-haired specimen was just shy of a foot taller than Nos, and his kind presence made Nos feel like a child again, though he couldn't place why.

Wait - Nos could indeed place it. He felt protected, safe to be vulnerable around Matthew despite just having met. A feeling Voros hadn't felt since back on Zeltros. The suffocation of the rest of the room faded as Nos uncharacteristically let his eyes linger in contact with Matthew’s.

Crik!​

Nos noted the dilation of Matthew's eyes.
Pheromones, though typically Nos didn't affect masculine figures... Surely it was impacting the winged man’s first impression of him and the empathetic resonance was making Nos blush. Surely that was the explanation.

"Nonsense. You've got something special about you, something that makes you stand out. And that's personality. And for the record, I like you just the way you are,"

Nos felt lightheaded, a little bit of vertigo, fumbling with his words in an attempt to find some sort of reply, only to remain tongue tied.

"I was just about to grab a drink," Matthew continued, his tone inviting. "You're welcome to join me if you'd like. Good company's a rare find, and tonight it seems I'm exceptionally lucky—with quite a nice view, too,"

Nos for once was happy to be a Zeltron, his red skin hopefully hiding the blush across his face. Subconsciously, Nos tugged at his collar, letting some air into his shirt past his tie.

The sound of Prime Minister’s introduction pulled Nos’s attention away for a second, which snapped back at the sound of Matthew’s voice more
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"I come to these things hoping for conversation worth remembering. And maybe," he adds, casting a curious glance at Nos, "someone worth remembering."

“HAHahA SorryI’mNotThatMemorablE”
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Nos stammered as he turned to flee like an embarrassed youngling and almost bumped directly into into a man whose empathic reading matched his exterior perfectly - Fel Vinic

"If you fellas ask me, I think we are the most captivating specimens at this function."

Wait. . .this was perfect, actually - between these two I would look positively mundane. I might even be able to play them off each other to avoid losing my composure again.​

Nos slowly turned his head back towards Matthew:

“On second thought, I think I'd enjoy grabbing a drink.” ​

Nos returned his gaze to the man oozing with confidence and style,

“Do you want to join us captivating phenomena for a drink? Nos Voros is the name.” ​

Nos took another glance across the crowd, searching for Lady Sylvia Organa . She will be safe with the Noble couple, surely.

At some point Nos would track her down. Failing all else she had said one of her goals was to support Caelan Valoren . knowing Sylvia, Nos worried she may not even ask for anything in return. Senator Organa was sometimes too selfless for her own good; admittedly she had a deft hand at turning selfless measures into mutually satisfied diplomacy. Sylvia would probably find some means of formalizing friendly relations while maintaining her generosity.

Nos stepped forward towards the bar, not staring into to the crowd for long.

It seems the person talking to the woman from before ( Tamsin Graves ) was looking in the trio's direction. Nos assessed her gaze - his plan was working already it seemed; the flamboyant newcomer's clothing was the object of her notice. Nos breathed a sigh of relief.

This may become a predicament when the dancing starts.

I'll need to find the Senator... but a few minutes being able to relax with people who make me feel comfortably invisible by comparison wouldn't hurt.


Matthew of Valendale | Fel Vinic | Lady Sylvia Organa | OPEN​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIP: Lightsaber
TAGS: Thel Hahn | Lady Sylvia Organa | Nos Voros

Caelan was quietly doing nothing but scanning the crowd when another younger individual approached him introduced himself. Though the man did not extend a hand in greeting, just leaned against a nearby pillar.

"I do, but I need more than the help of a bacta supplier, I'm afraid," he said, doing his best not to be impolite. "Though we certainly could use your help as well. I'm sure things aren't very pleasant on Lazerian IV at the moment."

Probably accurate. The people that had killed his parents would likely have taken control of almost everything by this point. While he was certain their likely draw had been the crystals, getting rid of the royal family had opened them to controlling the world so they could claim the crystals every few years when they regrew. They weren't going to give the world up without a fight, and they'd likely done everything they could to shut down the loyalists in the military as well.

Before he could say anything further, someone bumped into him, and he turned to find, with some surprise, the senator from Alderaan. He'd made a point of trying to memorize the faces of the more important senators because he'd hoped to bump into them at some point since getting a meeting with them was proving difficult.

"Senator Organa," he said, waving off her apology. "No, need to apologize, and no I have not seen any Zeltron fitting that description. But if you have a moment, I was just explaining to Thel here something I would like to speak with you on regarding my home world."

He finished his glass of water and set it on the empty tray of a passing server.

"My name is Caelan Valoren. I'm a Jedi Padawan, but I'm also the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Dewit on Lazerian IV. You may or may not know, but my home system lies right on the border of Alliance space. We were attacked a few months ago by an unknown group who killed my parents, and attempted to kill myself and my twin sister. I escaped, and I suspect she did as well, but I need help to reclaim the world. The Alliance to help with military forces, and we could use Bacta-Works help in healing the injured."

 

[Nora Laan]

With a bow of her head and wearing a polite smile, Nora silently excused herself from the them to follow Liin's lead. The two men seemed content to converse with themselves at any rate, and the promise of a dance was given. However she was certain that he wouldn't be the only one, for tonight was her night to mingle and introduce herself to the Galaxy.

Listening to Liin's speech, she took note at the points made and found it rather curious at the direction that the speech took. There were hidden messages and context within it, she was certain, some of which she could already guess at. The rest will be puzzled through in the morning after she catches the replay.

And now it was her turn. The former mayor of Ilic City-now Prime Minister of New Cov took in a deep breath and let it out, allowing her campaign winning smile to shine through as she took her place in front of the mic stand. Once the applause had died down enough, she began her speech. "Thank you, and as my collegue earlier expressed, I'd like to thank you all for making the journey to mark this special occasion. And I promise you that I will make this short.

Today marks a new era for New Cov. With it comes new opportunities and even further growth. And it is friends and allies like you that make it all possible for this bright future that lays ahead.

Now go on and enjoy yourselves! Eat, drink, dance and have fun! But not too much! You don't want to get into any trouble from your spouses." With a wink and a gentle laugh, Nora exits the spotlight and leaves the stage.

The formalities are now finished. Nora finds herself in need of a refill of her drink. She begins to weave her way through the crowd on her way to the bar.

Tag: OPEN

 

[Fel Vinic]

Tags: Open
Gear: Light-up jacket | Formal dress | Two lightsabers | Shades

Fel exhaled as he heard the winged man make a pass at the zeltron. He had seen this before when he was an acolyte and he didn't want to be like the ones that wanted to spoil someone's fun by butting in.

Nos returned his gaze to the man oozing with confidence and style,

“Do you want to join us captivating phenomena for a drink? Nos Voros is the name.” ​

Two's a party three's a crowd and he knew that this was his queue to bounce."I'm flattered, hot pink." He said to Nos Voros . "But I just remembered there was a salon at the expo and I wanted to get a do-over. You fellas have a good night."

Just as he was about to leave he had noticed Tamsin Graves who had eyed the trio by the entrance. Knowing that Fel was obviously the star of their short-lived shenanigans, Fel made sure to acknowledge her by pointing finger guns in her direction and smiling before walking off. He wasn't into dances unless they involved strobe lights and sweaty dance floors. Did ballroom dancing make you sweat?" He wondered. Probably, but he had more concerning issues.

As he walked in, he was doing what he just said he was gonna do and promenade at the expo. He definitely had the money and figured he could get some work done at the salon. He was thinking a new color, maybe just bleaching his hair. He was growing sick of pink. As he made his way to the expo floor he was mesmerized by the displays and vendors that had set up shop. Pristine and metallic colored speeders, some of the best servant droids on display along with augmentations and fine suits. Anything some nerf-herder wanted to waste their money on they could waste it here. Not Fel though, he always valued his purchases.

He liked his jacket. And his hair. His hair was great. So was his jacket.

As he was strutting, he found a salon that was pretty busy but it looked like they had some empty chairs. He walked up to the storefront to greet the droid receptionist.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if I could get my hair color changed."

"Of course sir. Please have a seat." Fel's jacket stayed alight as per usual as he sat down. He didn't have to wait long before a twi'lek woman who was one of the stylists walked out to see her next client and burst out laughing.

"Forgive me but, YOU? With your little... children's jacket?"

Fel was flabbergasted, "The jacket was in an adult size AND I require your services."

The stylist just pointed at the sign that read, We have the right to refuse service in Basic, Huttese, and Twi'leki. "So sir if you would be so inclined as to leave our establishment."

"Nonono, you don't understand I have MONEY. And my hair's just a MESS and it needs-"

He was not helping his case by talking about how much work he needed on his hair.

 

[Thel Hahn]

"I do, but I need more than the help of a bacta supplier, I'm afraid," he said, doing his best not to be impolite. "Though we certainly could use your help as well. I'm sure things aren't very pleasant on Lazerian IV at the moment."

Planet name didn’t ring a bell. Thel didn’t say anything, expecting the kid to elaborate further on the situation—but they were interrupted by a woman literally bumping into the other boy.

She quickly apologized, but then she asked if they had seen a Zeltron. “No,” Thel answered, looking around as if the Zeltron would suddenly appear somewhere within his range of vision. “I don’t see him.”

The other boy seemed to know her, addressing her as Senator Organa. Like most fourteen year olds, he didn’t keep up with Alliance politics, and the bulk of his education this far had focused on the who’s who of corporations, so he was a little out of his element here. The name Organa sounded vaguely familiar. They were from Alderaan, right?

He didn’t have much time to dwell on his confusion, as the other boy launched into a full spiel about his planet’s problems.

"My name is Caelan Valoren. I'm a Jedi Padawan, but I'm also the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Dewit on Lazerian IV. You may or may not know, but my home system lies right on the border of Alliance space. We were attacked a few months ago by an unknown group who killed my parents, and attempted to kill myself and my twin sister. I escaped, and I suspect she did as well, but I need help to reclaim the world. The Alliance to help with military forces, and we could use Bacta-Works help in healing the injured."

Thel gave Caelan his full, serious attention as he related the tragic story. “That’s rough,” he said afterwards. “How much can you pay for aid?”

Caelan Valoren Lady Sylvia Organa​

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

Attire: [X]
Equipment/security: [X] [X]

"It is always nice to see that the galaxy is in truth much smaller than we'd usually imagine it to be," Tertius responded with a faint smile on his face to the Diarch's explanation on his own connection to lady Terallo. "Director Terallo... that actually sounds nice... by all means, I do think the current Prime Minister might still gain a lot of wisdom from that mind of yours."

With a gentle nod, the Marquis saw off Liin Terallo and Prime Minister Nora Laan , turning his attention fully towards Darth Reign again. "Lord Reign, I would certainly not mind going for a drink, I last saw one of my comrades and current Directors near the bar as well. It may most likely be a good thing for you to get to know some of my closest and most talented employees. After all, should you not be able to reach me for anything the Diarchy may need, it is a good thing to have access to those who can still handle any requests."

Taking step aside and motioning towards the bar, the Marquis would follow the Diarch, allowing him to lead the way. "I thank you for your kind words, the merger with the NCBC was more a take over, but to get Liin Terallo as a skillful employee and member of the board does grant a great boon to the N&Z, all the while allowing my company to gain quite a good name locally as well. Now...shall we go see where Karl Von Strauss has been off to?"
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[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Nos Voros ​

“HAHahA SorryI’mNotThatMemorablE”
“On second thought, I think I'd enjoy grabbing a drink.”
“Do you want to join us captivating phenomena for a drink? Nos Voros is the name.” ​

Fortunately for Nos, Matthew was someone he could trust for protection. He listened intently as the fuchsia fellow spoke, picking up on the subtle cues in his body language and tone. There was nervousness there, excitement—perhaps even a bit of embarrassment? Matthew didn't seem to mind the suggestion of a third joining them; it seemed the Zeltron wasn't inclined toward anything more intimate. But he certainly appeared panicked.

Matthew took a deep, calming breath, exhaling slowly, purposefully, when Nos looked his way again. He leaned in, his voice low and meant only for him. "It's okay," he murmured. "Just breathe."

As Nos seemed to calm slightly, Matthew began to piece together the source of his discomfort. Gently, he unfurled one of his soft, white wings, positioning it in a shielding arc around Nos. The gesture created a small, private space, shielding Nos from the view of the other guests. It was an instinctive act for Matthew, a way to cut through distractions for someone in need. Those cold, diamond-chipped eyes sought Nos's gaze, holding it with intent, while his rich, deep voice softened as much as possible to ease any lingering fear and make himself less itimidatiing.

"It might sound silly, but people are just people. Everyone here is probably more worried about themselves than you think. What feels like everyone's eyes on you? That's usually just in our own minds." Matthew continued, voice gentle, "You'd be surprised how little attention people actually pay. Most are wrapped up in their own worlds, barely noticing anyone else."

He gestured toward the bar, guiding Nos over with a small, reassuring nod, keeping his wing positioned to offer privacy. Matthew ordered two glasses of sparkling apple juice, one of which he handed to Nos before taking a sip from his own. Light danced across the opalescent feathers of his wings—a mesmerizing sight. People often found themselves entranced by the play of color. They were, in a way, quite nice to look at as a distraction. Matthew often found people like Diodoros , who would become enthralled by the play of light and seem eager to get their hands on his feathers, as if they were some sort of commodity to be won.

"I know it feels like you're on a stage right now, but believe me, everyone has their own worries and insecurities," he continued, taking another sip of amber liquid. "And if they are staring, well, let them look. Don't let their glances steal your comfort. You probably bring something unique to the room. Confidence is something people admire, even if you have to fake it at first." He gave a cheeky, encouraging smile. "And if they're still looking...? Let's give them something worth seeing: your strength, your calm."

With a quick change of pace, Matthew smoothly pivoted the conversation, sensing that perhaps a new topic to focus on and talk about might help Nos relax further. "By the way, have you happened to see Miss Valery Noble ? I'd like to make sure she's well, if I can spot her."

It seemed that Matthew had completely digressed from offering flirty compliments when he realized that Nos was uncomfortable and wanted to prioritize helping him regain his composure and relax.

 

[Liin Terallo]

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Listening to Nora's speech, I cannot help but be filled with pride. It was short, sweet and to the point. Which I believe was perfect. Afterall no guest would have been prepared to listen to anything lengthy. Nor would I expect them to want to. This wasn't a lecture hall, afterall. This is a celebration. Our guests came here to mingle with old connections and to make new ones.

I follow Nora off the stage, yet break away from her as soon as she heads towards the bar. My trajectory carries me onto a different path. Of the wide variety of people here; some of them being of warring parties, I know that at least a few of my guests will feel a little out of place and perhaps a bit uncomfortable. And that of course will not do.

So in light of that, I allow my feet to carry me in graceful steps towards my two Brooders. I know very well what they are and which government that they serve, and yet I know that no harm will come to me by them. Thr Brood is never allowed to harm another member. That much was made clear to me from the start. True enough my causing physical harm to anyone is a laughable thought. But there are other ways that I could harm them instead. Of course I dare not do such a thing; not only because of the oath that I swore but also because they gave me no reason. They saved my life and helped me as I was injured. How could I not repay that with kindness in return?

I make my approach to them with both bright eyes and a bright smile. "My duties are done for the evening ladies, so I am free to mingle and chat. I do hope that you two enjoy yourselves while you're here. And if you need a place to stay, my appartment here in Ilic will be available for you." I pause for a moment, almost as though catching my breath. "How are you both doing?"

Tag: Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

NEW COV

Wearing : X | Interacting With : Lysander von Ascania , OPEN

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Persephone used one hand to gently smooth the fabric of her pink dress, the other holding a flute glass of something non-alcoholic. It tasted fine - in a way. She had been depressed and crying often after breaking up with her boyfriend, Iko Vel .Wasn't anyone's fault, but she was young and these things tended to happen, or so she told herself. Still didn't take the sting out of the fact.

Even when she tagged along with Judah Dashiell to get off Joiol and enjoy the party - she wasn't in the mood to be very party-like. Didn't even get excited over picking out a new dress, which is why she had settled on this pink one. So she quietly stood off to the sides, listening to the speech by Nora Laan . Not knowing much about New Cov, Persie wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing, but overall she thought the words were short and to the point. A new era, so get drunk and eat.

Ocean blue eyes tracked a waiter passing through with champagne to celebrate the speech. Subtly, she reached out and replaced her flute of non-alcoholic drink with the fuzzy alcohol. A half-hearted raise of the flute glass in a type of salute before she took a sip. Dry, but sweet and bubbly.

Myra Arceneau Dashiell would kill her right now if she knew about the alcohol. Which is why Persie sunk back a little deeper into the opening of a balcony, near massive fabric drapes. Her hand with the flute could always drop into the fabric to hide her glass.

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[Kaila Irons]

Wearing || Badge
Tamsin Graves Liin Terallo Open​

She could see it Tamsin's dark eyes, the dawning realization of fate's pull. Kaila felt a degree of guilt honestly, having potentially ruined the girl's evening with but a passing comment.

And so she leaned in close, to speak in hushed words.

"If it makes you feel any better, There are at least seven systems to go through before the empire reaches New Cov. Even then, they will likely focus on expanding the entire eastern border first rather than B-line it for this place. Their fate is not yet set in stone."

The pair came to a stop for a moment with Liin Terallo taking the stage for all to see, earning a wide smile and the clapping of gloved hands until a momentary pause while they waited for the Prime Minister to ascend the steps.

"Also we need to dance after the speeches."

"Ah? none of the young men in suits catch your eye then?" she teased.

"I'd love to, dear. It's the least I can do to make up for missing the festival dance back on Jutrand." Kaila added, laughing softly.

"But can you imagine what they'd have thought? A master dancing with her apprentice? Though the real crime, I should think, Is that I'm so rusty. Hopefully the force will guide my feet."

She continued to smile as the Prime Minister's speech began, enjoying what was perhaps the first moment of normalcy and humor she'd been afforded since losing her memory all those years ago. Save of course for those few evenings she and Saryn had shared. It was a shame that she couldn't share a dance with him, but she wouldn't let that stop her from taking this opportunity to relax.

When the speech ended a moment later, she was surprised by the brevity of it all. Certainly nothing like her master's monologues or the inquisition's second founding some weeks ago. Perhaps she could learn a thing or two from this Nora woman, the crowd seemed to enjoy it after all.

"Ah, here comes miss Terallo."

"My duties are done for the evening ladies, so I am free to mingle and chat. I do hope that you two enjoy yourselves while you're here. And if you need a place to stay, my appartment here in Ilic will be available for you." I pause for a moment, almost as though catching my breath. "How are you both doing?"

"That's awfully kind of you, miss Terallo, as always." Kaila bowed her head in gratitude.

"Admittedly work has been... stressful. I've been reassigned and promoted to High Inquisitor recently, and though it has perks, monitoring an entire empire for treason is... well, you get the idea."

"It seems then that the timing of your festivities is fortunate indeed." she added with a smile.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tag: Persephone Dashiell

The event on New Cov had been brought up by Persie several days prior, who also mentioned that the Dashiell's would be attending. While he hadn’t confirmed his plans, the nature of this occasion did pique his interest, so he decided to just surprise her instead.

The boy’s attire was a bold statement to be sure, a rare opportunity to show another version of his true self away from the usual brown and whites worn by so many Jedi and Padawan alike. A dark purple vest clung to his lean frame. Beneath it was a white dress shirt, with a regal plum bow adorning his neck. Sleek black pants fit him perfectly, complimenting his graceful movements, and his leather shoes gleamed under the lights.

Despite the diversity of this event, Lysander at least felt a sense of safety given the strong presence of security.

During his modest search for the girl amongst the many adults he would soon pause as Nora Laan 's words rang out. Doubt lingered at the back of his mind about partaking in the drinks, but the idea of indulging in food was definitely tempting. Perhaps it was a family trait, but he certainly wouldn’t refuse any offerings that came his way.

Retrieving his pocket sized datapad from the vest, he tapped a button to activate the camera. He held it out before him and angled it to create a hologram of several guests raising their glasses of alcohol together in a toast, along with some of the security in the background, too. Somewhere further in the back, there was even a giant colorful peacock. At the very front of it all, he flashed the biggest smile he could manage.

Mischief spread across his features as he prepared to share it with the coolest Jedi Knight he knew-– his sister Corazona von Ascania . The recording was attached to a message he was now typing.

<Hey nerf herder, just thought you should know that I kinda sorta ended up going to a big party. From what I’ve gathered so far, there’s even a Sith or two in the crowd. But don’t worry, there are some Jedi present as well... I think.>

Grinning at the small screen, he finally sent the message through the Holonet, trying to imagine what her reaction would be like. After placing it back within the vest, he began to weave through the crowds, searching once more. Minutes passed until he passed by the balcony, noticing someone near the drapes. Even from a distance, he found her easy to recognize and turned on his heel to approach slowly. He hoped she would see him beforehand rather than startling her. A small wave of the hand was given to draw her attention just in case.

A warm smile etched along his lips. “Hi Persephone,” he started in a joyful tone. From a fairly young age, the Padawan had been witness to courtly etiquette and still remembered many of the lessons, such as the custom of complimenting someone. “You look great tonight. The color of your dress really suits you.”

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Spoiler: Outfits

Karl | C1RC3

Spoiler: Colors

Karl Von Strauss
C1RC3

"Ah, good to put a name to the face, Ala Quin. Has a good ring to it." He responded in an enthusiastic tone watching her flatten her dress. He listened to her mention that these events weren't her forte and laughed as he offered her an arm to help lead them in the direction she was moving in. "Neither are they mine. The last gala I went to was on a sailbarge back when I was just a lowly captain. I played the KeyBed with my sister, a lovely duet. But that was oh, forty-two years ago."

"What is it that you hope to gain from being here, Mr Von Strauss? A dance perhaps? Or something more business related?" Her eyes sparkled a little bit, mischievous as ever.

"You don't have to call me mister, Karl is just fine. Mr. Von Strauss was my father. And I suppose that I am here on business, but I would be remiss if I didn't have a dance or two. But, I do believe that my employer is searching for me?" He said phrasing his last statement as a question. He looked over his shoulder. "C1RC3, can you please locate the Marquis? Tell him I will be over by the bar, once I am done with Ms. Ala. I don't wish to be rude."

"Yes, Sir. I will locate the Marquis," she said, disappearing into the crowd, her cape flowing behind her.

"Perhaps I can be your dance partner in a few minutes. I would love to now, but I don't want to keep the boss waiting." He maneuvered his way to the front of her. "If you're still here I will try to find you, or C1RC3 will. Auf Weidersehen meine Dame Quin." He said giving her a small bow and a peck on the back of her hand before heading in the direction of the bar.

--X--
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C1RC3 had no trouble finding Marquis Tertius C. Nargath , his guard followed him everywhere and she just followed the guard. Although not meaning to, she slipped past his Valkans, into step with him. "Sorry for the intrusion Marquis Nargath. I am C1RC3, bodyguard to Director Von Strauss. He sent me to let you know he will be heading back toward the bar. He ran into a young lady and went, full gentleman. If I know him, he's more than likely offering to save her a dance."

Tags: Ala Quin | Tertius C. Nargath
OOC: Sorry for not replying sooner, busy days recently.

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Nothing, just saw someone across the room. Everything is fine." He paused. "Not as exciting to be here when you're invited, is it?"

"On the other hand I have nothing to focus on whilst I'm here besides enjoying my time with you," she replied.

They could find their excitement here, or afterwards. They head to another bar or somewhere for just the two of them.

As he strutted by the entrance however, he took note of the two colorful individuals by the venue entrance. A buff zeltron and a dude with wings. Finally. His people.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the light up jacket.

"Or we could just watch whatever is going on over there," she mused. She had mingled with lots of different crowds, but the buff zeltron, towering Angel and simply that jacket were quite the sight.

"Many people here you recognise?"

 

[Kahlil Noble]

And they were gone. Kahlil blinked before giving a soft smile as the Senator gave chase to her friend. In a way, he was relieved. He really needed to get a handle on how he felt about pheromones. He glanced to Valery, giving her a brief nod in appreciation before his gaze settled on the crowd around them. Thankfully, no one was being violent or threatening yet.

But Sith were often more for manipulation over actual threats.

Not that he wanted to think on it any longer. He closed his eyes before letting out a breath and glanced to Valery with a smile. It was a party to celebrate democracy, the least Sith thing in this whole galaxy. "I can feel you've something to tell me, love. What's up?"

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Keshian Green Dress | Wedding Ring

And they were gone.

Valery chuckled softly as she watched Sylvia and Nos disappear into the crowd, their departure as sudden as their arrival. Her amber eyes flicked back to Kahlil, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. She knew him well enough to recognize the quiet relief in his expression — the encounter with Nos' pheromones had stirred something within him, and though it wasn't easy for him to confront, she admired how he handled it with his usual calm.

For a moment, Valery followed his gaze, scanning the lively crowd below. The atmosphere remained celebratory, with laughter and music blending into a vibrant hum that filled the grand hall. The energy of the evening was infectious, a testament to the hope that democracy could bring.

But then Kahlil's voice drew her attention back to him, his words cutting through the noise around them.

"I can feel you've something to tell me, love. What's up?"

Valery's lips curved into a playful smirk, her gaze softening as she tilted her head slightly. "You know me too well," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. Even without their Dyad's connection, Kahlil always had a way of seeing through her. His love, his care, his unwavering presence — it was a bond that transcended the Force itself.

She let her fingers gently intertwine with his as she took his hands in hers. "You always know when something's on my mind," she added, her smirk shifting into a tender smile. For a brief moment, her gaze dropped to their hands, her thumbs brushing softly against his knuckles.

Then, with a quiet breath, Valery guided his hands to her stomach, still firm and toned, though a warmth now emanated from her beneath his touch. Her eyes lifted to meet his again, glowing with a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

"You know we've been trying since Tython, and…" she paused, her voice barely above a whisper as her smile grew brighter.

"...I'm pregnant."

She watched his face closely, her own emotions shimmering in her eyes. There was joy, but also the weight of what this meant for their family, for their lives as Jedi. Yet in this moment, all she felt was the overwhelming happiness of sharing this news with the man she loved.

Kahlil Noble | open​

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone wasn't sure how to feel about champagne. So far, it was good but there was nothing she had to base it on except for a sip of grain alcohol she had snuck years ago from her mama. That had been disgusting. She was openly sipping the alcohol in the open, no one had noticed, or if they did, no one had cared. In some ways it would be difficult to tell, several non-alcoholic sparkling drinks looked similar.

Her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure ; Lysander von Ascania . Free hand waved back to him, happy to see a familiar face. At least now she could have a conversation about fashion or catch up with someone who was potentially becoming a fast friend. Lucky for her, Lysander was the kind of friends her parents approved of ; nobility, from a good family, and was on track to be a productive member of society.

"Lysander! Hey." Despite her mood, she was still happy to see the teenage boy. "Thank you. I don't think pink is my color though."

Hand gestured up and down at him, nodding approvingly.

"You look amazing .Purple really suits you. Its nice to see you not in brown or cream, does such a disservice to your complexion."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Many people here you recognise?"

"Right, you haven't officially been to one of these with me. Let's see if I can fill you in."

Moving closer to her side, Judah slid an arm around her. They were close in height so keeping his voice low while looking around the room and giving her the background information would be easy. He took a sip of his Corellian whisky before he began, taking in the dance floor and those assembled.

"Okay the two holding hands, Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble .Head of the Jedi. The guy is a real bastard, punched me at a Naboo Royal Gala not too long ago. Guardians of peace and justice my ass."

He hadn't told Azula Tindara that story and no doubt there would be questions later. Yet that was later and he still hadn't finished pointing out everyone he knew. Not as many as usual, but there were still a good number of faces in the crowd he had encountered before.

" Liin Terallo , director of New Cov Biomedical Company. We have business together and she's in CIG as well. Over there is Darth Reign - don't know much about the fellow, I only met him on a ill-fated investment trip that went nowhere. Some organization called BLISS? Dodged a bullet. Then there is Tertius C. Nargath , another business owner in CIG. He and Makai are planning on doing some mining investments together in Sith Order space."

He paused, looking around again, trying to spot anyone he missed.

"Of course Persephone Dashiell came with us - unsure of the boy she is talking to, never seen him before. I think....I think that may be everyone I know here. Or at least met before. Nora Laan is just familiar in name due to my business ties to Director Terallo..."

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

"Slots?" He grumbled "no, no slots is for amateurs, love," Joran took a sip of his bourbon "it's just drop a coin in the slot, pull the lever and bing bink bing bing." He imitated. "No frakking skill at all." He waved a hand dismissing the whole idea as if someone was trying to convince him to play.

"Joran Del-Finn," he held his hand out to the young lady introducing himself "Captain Joran Del-Finn, as it were. I have fething card here somewhere," he said, patting himself down.

"Forget the fething card, right" he said, more frustrated than drunk, but also plenty that too. "Just, you know, remember my name and pass it along to your friends, yeah?"

He finished off his drink and waved the bartender down for another.

"Are you here for business or pleasure, love? I hear there is some kinda party."

Lyssara Thrynn / OPEN

 

[Nora Laan]

It took some time for Nora to eventually reach the bar. At nearly every few steps she was stopped by others congratulating her and wishing her well for her first term. It came so often that her responses were almost robotic. Afterall there were only so many different ways that one can say 'thank you'.

At long last the bar was reached. Drawing the bartender's attention, she gave him her request "Br'aan wine please." It only took a moment for her request to be fulfilled and she took the tall glass in hand for a welcoming sip. The warm liquid soothed her throat, which was a little more parched than she had liked.

Nora took in this small moment of quiet as she drew into herself briefly, knowing that the moment would be fleeting. Tonight was all about meeting everybody and she had yet to accomplish all of that.

Turning from the bar, Nora put on her campaign winning smile and with her drink in hand she plotted out her strategy on who to see first and what to do, first. She did promise a dance to Darth Reign for this evening, afterall. But there was no rush in that.

Decisions, decisions....

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