Private Slow Ride, Take it Easy (Paddy Pack)

[Mejalie Sato-Viren]

Her quest for peace and quiet seemed doomed. Just as May had decided to enter the cafeteria to get some calm relaxing tea she cane to find a food fight!

“What the frak is going on?”

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Themes: Derp. There's no theme for this madness.
Tag: Vizion Trozky , Mejalie Sato-Viren, Iris Arani , Kai Bamarri , Teru Challo

Oh, the woes of a stubborn drama queen.

"This isn't funny," had she been close enough, she may have actually hit him. As it was, she was still crawling towards the exit, towards Viz, and hopefully towards fresh air. Briana coughed harshly, the high concentration of the smell now in her lungs, her face having gone as sour as the smell permeating the room.

A stray piece of flying cake smacked her in the back of the head, feeling gooey pieces of frosting and pastry bits falling down her neck and shoulders. Her face went red. "Get me the frak out of here, Viz!" not a request, but a demand.

“What the frak is going on?”

Looking up at the familiar voice of her third cousin, she felt the color drain from her face.

"Hey, Mei-mei," she tried to be casual, but it was doubtful anyone would take anything she said with even the slightest grain of salt in her current state. Reaching for a chair to pull herself up from the miasma, another something or another was lopped against her backside. She grimaced, fighting the urge to stamp her foot and start throwing her own projectiles. Her smile was tight. "Don't you dare tell your parents about this."

 

[Mejalie Sato-Viren]

May had to duck back out of the doors as what looked like a cup of Jello went flying towards her.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” She screamed, trying to make herself heard over the commotion.

"Don't you dare tell your parents about this.

May opened her mouth to say something disaproving but before she got the chance an alarm went off somewhere in the Temple.


“… too late.”

Her eyes widened in fear. This could go on her permanent record!


Briana Sal-Soren

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Mess Hall​

Valery: Appearance​

Tag: Briana Sal-Soren Vizion Trozky Iris Arani Mejalie Sato-Viren Teru Challo ​

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Deep in meditation, Valery was reflecting on her latest missions and training sessions with her Padawans. They were quite a handful full but she felt like they were making great progress. Both with lightsaber training, studying the Force and showing the characteristics of a proper Jedi. That was, at least, until she heard an alarm go off. Without really knowing what it was all about, she got this strange feeling that somehow, her Padawans were involved once again. One, in particular, was there without a doubt.​

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"Sal-Soren..." she muttered as she got up from the mat she had been sitting on.​

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As she walked through the hallways to get to the mess hall, Padawans, Knights, and even Masters all stepped aside to let her pass. As curious as they were about what was going on, Valery carried an aura with her that they weren't going to get in the way off. She was going to handle the situation.​

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But as she finally entered the mess hall, the scene she witnessed was far worse than she had imagined. While food was still being thrown around by a few students, an apple was tossed towards her head from behind a table that had been flipped on its side. But Valery's reflexes were quick, and she caught it right in front of her face before lowering it down to her side.​

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She looked around and among all the students, she of course spotted familiar faces rather quickly. Yet, there was no anger in her eyes — just frustration and disappointment.​

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"That's enough." She stepped into the room and looked around, her fiery eyes making contact with each individual Padawan inside the room. The one exception being Teru for, well, obvious reasons.​

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"Someone better explain what is going on real quick."​

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[Iris Arani]

"Briana and that guy." No, Iris didn't know the kids name, but she did at least point him out. "Did some sort of handstand competition until this little guy," She'd hold up Picaso. Yeah, she'd already named the rat. "Came by and got scared. Then people started throwing food and someone screamed food fight." Iris went back to petting her rat, smiling calmly. Seemed pretty normal to her.

Was this not normal?

 

[Mejalie Sato-Viren]

“Master Noble I assure you I had NOTHING to do with this. I just came here to see what was going on.”

She glared around the room and felt her anxiety rising. They were going to get detention! She just knew it. She just could not have that on her record. She felt sick.

 

[Justice Lesan]

Justice gulped at the sound of Valery Noble 's voice. She was not happy at all. Just had lost Briana Sal-Soren in the mix and stink of the rodent. Someone needed to explain, and Iris pointed at Briana and Kensan.

Just sighed.

"Kensan decided his ego was too big for his britches and Briana had to prove him wrong, then some stink rodent got into the mess hall. It ran up Kensan's leg which made him drop his trays and then a food fight ensued. That's about when you walked in..."

Justice looked over to Bri.

"Bottom line... Kensan's fault."

Tag: Briana Sal-Soren | Vizion Trozky | Mejalie Sato-Viren | Iris Arani | Teru Challo | Valery Noble

 

[Teru Challo]

From the opposite doorway the blue padawan would speak up as a service droid finally approached him covered in this and that.

"I can assure you...I didn't see anything." The atmosphere was fairly tense, the muted blue lines of his world in concentration wiggling and even breaking with the chaotic energy of the room.

 

[Vizion Trozky]

LOCATION: Mess Hall
TAGS: Briana Sal-Soren | Valery Noble | Justice Lesan | Iris Arani | Teru Challo | Mejalie Sato-Viren

He was about to open his mouth, about to let fall out the words on his tongue to reply to Briana's demands, but when he felt Master Noble coming, her presence surging forward in some manner akin to a juggernaut, even he made way; soon enough other padawans converged to point fingers. He knew the truth, and Just laid it out fairly well, but Kensan had baited his oldest friend, and she still couldn't resist taking that bait, but he was gonna keep his mouth shut about that. He'd already gotten the distinct impression that she wanted to smack him.

Which she could do later....

"Hey..."

...in the dojo. If she could manage to, that is. He went to Briana, laying a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze, even with the sludge. Hands were washable, clothes were washable. The scent would take time. He dropped his head in an aside, speaking to her ear.

"...I know Gokobs are friendly, but even they're wary of a room full of noisy people. You ever seen one in here before?"

In the kitchens, maybe, where they'd be a lot more beneath anyone's notice, but... here? Something stank. Something other than the rat and this... entire room. He looked to the door that lead outside, sending a nudge at it to push it open wider, then looked to the high windows that streamed light into the place, seeking to get a little airflow going and maybe bring down the levels of stench.