Public [Zinder Event] Lothal's Springtime Festival

[Rhys Swynol]

IT'S THE ZINDER SPRINGTIME FESTIVAL!!!

Lothal is a world of farming, with grand grassy plains. Spring a crucial time of the year for the many farmers of Lothal so working with us at Zinder, the farmers have opened their hearts and lands to help us celebrate a spring festival that will never be forgotten! Whether you wish for an intimate one on one with a tea ceremony, a chance to talk, admire the Ithorian traditions of Root Tea production. There is also a dance in celebration of the Jorgan blossoms, beautiful scented flowers that will develop into a delicious fruit, this is a chance for people to dance, drink and consume some Jorgan fruit based foods! There is also an opportunity to have silly, mythical fun in chasing the Loth Wolf tail! Rumours state those who capture the tail are granted a year's luck!

So, Zinder fans come join us in the celebrations, find your partner and fall hopelessly in love! Spring is a time for blossoming and growth, the perfect time for love to blossom and grow as well!

The festival of the Root Tea - With the bloom of spring in full swing, the inhabitants of Lothal are celebrating the season with a ceremony based around the Root Tea, the tea ceremony is meant to be an intimate and delicate process. It is also a chance to listen to the whistling of the Spine Trees as you sit, interact with the local Ithorians and sample this beautiful tea. A bonding experience that should allow any romantic feelings bloom into life!

Blossoms of Jogan - A dance in celebrations of the blossoms of the Jogan fruit sprouting! In the orchards of Lothal, a celebration for the blossoms is underway. A chance to smell the beautiful flora scent of the Jogan fruit as well as a chance to dance and receive a Jogan blossom crown! Come dance, experience the fantastic taste of the fruits and see what love may blossom with your match!

Chasing the Loth Wolf - A classic game! Chasing the mythical Loth Wolf through the grassy plains of Lothal! The local residents promise that the game will be a thrill and an opportunity to learn more about these mythical Force Sensitive beasts! If anyone gets the chance to catch the Loth Wolf tail out in the grassy plains, they are promised to have a year of fortune and wealth! Now if that isn't a sure fire way to guarantee the most successful Zinder date, I don't know what will be!

 

[Old Man Leonis]

Lothal
Tags: Closed (one post wonder lmao)

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

"Remind me what a 'Zinder' is again?"

Leonis looked out on the spring festival with an air of confusion, his wrinkled face contorted into a frown. They didn't usually get this many offworlders coming to these sorts of things. It perplexed the old Commander in Chief to no end. It wasn't the tourism they were used to, and it all seemed to be stirred up by this Zinder thing.

"It's a dating app, Commander," his assistant remarked, the young man adjusting his glasses. "You... know what those are?"

"Can't say I do," he shrugged "Yeh right lost me, son. If th' strangers of th' galaxy are lookin' t' hook up, whadda they need an app for? There's folks all over th' damn place."

"I believe the application is that it's more streamlined, sir."

"Eh, maybe," Leonis sighed. "I still think its a bit on th' side of lunacy. Guess I can't complain about th' tourism though..."

"Will... you be joining the festival, Commander Fynch?"

"Nope."

And with that Leonis Fynch returned to his transport.

 

[Nolan Knightfall]

Lothal – Teahouse – Porch
Objective: Festival of the Root Tea
NPC(s): Arthur Sterling​

Normally, the Knightfall Heir would not be caught as such events unless it suited his needs. Today, however, that proved to be the case along with the injuries he was still nursing from his more personal pursuits. The medical technology at his disposal to mend his wounds remained far more advanced than the current medical technology—something he sought to rectify in the future—but limited physical therapy and exercise would be important for breaking in his body once more. Chasing the Loth Wolf would be an excellent field exercise. He did not put much stock into luck, but, in the spirit of the occasion, the Silent Philanthropist figured it would be best to at least participate and secure himself at least one tail.

Besides, it would do wonders for his playboy reputation. Who would not like to see a strapping man demonstrate his athletic ability?

However, there was also the reclusive aspect of his reputation. Already, he could spy several lingering eyes on his person. He had to turn down a few offers rather gently or offer rainchecks just to get in the door of the teahouse and order a few special blends they had in stock. Still, the Most Eligible Bachelor had other reasons for attending the event. The Zinder organization behind it had invested resources into the event. But the Knightfall Successor had found several discrepancies within the app.

Discrepancies that required investigation.

Besides, Sterling had forced him to go out and get fresh air at what might have effectively been gunpoint. This was one of the few events that might stimulate his mind from simply going through the trained motions of his carefully crafted person via a private investigation into the event and its patrons and consumers. That and the chance to interact with a lothal wolf had its benefits too.

Even if he did not admit it out loud to anyone.

Hedging his bets, the Silent Philanthropist had the teahouse brew a few cups of tea as well as collect a few snacks. A cup for himself to enjoy, and a few snacks and tea cups to cool down and safely offer to the lothal wolves should he find himself unable to catch their tails in his current state. However, that was an off-chance.

He would catch them, if for no other reason than to prove he could, and then offer the tea and food afterwards. An easy cover should anyone investigate too closely into his physical capabilities. The Knightfall could always blame his success on the snacks "conveniently" in his pocket.

As he sat outside nursing his tea with his small bag of tea and snacks set aside, the Rich One observed the festivities with a careful observant gaze—never letting his guard down despite his nonchalant yet perfectly postured demeanor.

It's calm, for a festival. Almost relaxing.

Almost.

Direct: OPEN | OPEN || Indirect: OPEN | OPEN​

 

[Iria]

Lothal
Tags: Nos Voros

Iria sat on her knees upon a grassy knoll, her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. She was meditating, mentally preparing herself for what she hoped would be a fulfilling bout of combat that would hone her skill. The Lothal breeze wafted through her bangs, and her companion, Rancor the Lothcat, pranced about in circles around her chasing an insect. The ongoing festivities were of no concern to the Smarteelian Zabrak.

It was a strange way to go about finding sparing partners, but Iria had very limited methods of searching for opponents to train with. The active bounty on her head made her all but unable to make use of public facilities. Fortunately these events always seemed to go to quiet locations that made it easier for her to find willing adversaries. She needed to get stronger. After all, one day she would be fighting to rule her house. It would take an extraordinary display of skill and cunning to pry it from the grasp of the galactic underworld.

Her sword lay before her on the ground, sheathed in an ornate scabbard. A blade of song steel lie within, harvested and forged on her homeworld of Smarteel.

Any moment now and her request would be fulfilled.

 

[Perail Staite]

Lothal Orchards—Blossoms of Jogan

Perail had only been at the new Jedi Temple on Lothal for a few weeks. Her master had decided that it would be beneficial for her to experience the quieter, simpler life of the place, more connected to the surrounding nature and the local populace, in addition to the somewhat stern, more ascetic and more formal environs of the temple on Coruscant. A Jedi needed to be comfortable in any place and any culture in the galaxy. That was not always easy, though the variety of species who cohabited on Lothal were quite welcome and made it easy to fit in.

The temple here was in frequent contact and collaboration with the locals and not very much isolated, and so word had spread quite easily of a local festival that was to take place. And while her master did discourage indulgence in frivolous sensual pleasures, it seemed very justifiable to Perail to explore this as a matter of cultural competency, to observe and connect to her surroundings. Her own home world had festivals of its own, like the Lunar Night, which she had attended in her childhood, but this one might well be very different.

She had already heard of the Jogan fruit as a specialty and prized export of Lothal, and had first tried it shortly after her arrival. It kept well, and so the bloom of the trees could be celebrated while eating fruits from the last harvest. There was no question that what they had here was of a higher quality than the supplies of the Jedi temple, and Perail had very much indulged in some sensual pleasures by eating the juicy fruit.

Now she was idly wandering through the crowd, enjoying her breaths of the blossom-scented air, and enjoying the merriness of the people around her. Lothal was a diverse, but friendly planet. She liked it.

Perhaps someone would end up asking her for a dance?