Love is blind, good thing this ain't it (Blind Date by Invitation)

[Seir'ari]

The Boorish Bantha - Mobile bar unit​

Stationed at Entertainment Hub​

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Sarri wasn't remotely pleased with how his beautiful ship and bar was getting prepared for couples. Good lord, he was going to be stuck having to deal with monkey drama until they all passed out. He was finding some tiny ways of amusing himself; programming that malfunctioning droid to try and pair up the participants who signed up for this and then send the letters out was a hoot. Next time he should get one of his slaves who can't read to do it.

But having 'special offers' to attract customers was a necessary evil, especially when it came down to the fact that since his bar was a large cruise vessel, it was only raking in cash when docked. And he hated having repeat customers, mainly because by their second visit they think that they own the place.

As much as the robust Twi'lek slaver preferred to control others he felt a small swell of satisfaction whenever he managed the bar himself. And so he was dressed in basic black form-fitting body armor as well as a concealing mask that exposed only his roaming lekku, the same as his guards who were abitrarily positioned throughout the room to keep the peace, to manage the bar itself while his 'favorite' slaves (both male and female of various exotic races) lounged about the rooms to give the illusion of the bar being well-used. If he became bored of his 'job', then he'd just grab one of his hirelings to manage things so he could laze about in his own harem. Knowing his luck and the reason for this party, he'd need to disappear for at least one minute to check on what's downstairs.

But nope, it was just going to be the fools that he'd messaged, in terms of 'customers'. If anything went south or one of those monkeys needed a restraining order, he had a conspicuous-looking pager strapped to his waist that answered to any calling device. Sarri couldn't help but grin in amusement among the neon lights as he shook out his first tumbler-- one dedicated to himself. He didn't trust any of his slaves to be handling alcohol, especially because half of them couldn't even read on a fifth grade level.

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Pairs:
[member="Hayato"] and [member="CHANI"]
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and [member="Ruusan"]
[member="Kalizka"] and [member="Kara Teerah"]
[member="Solan Charr"] and [member="Xyhn-Tuhros"]
[member="Gemma Lumos"] and [member="Tal Kyramud"]
[member="Hasjo Hallu"] and [member="Dia Eyan"]
[member="Darth Veles"] and [member="Maya Whitelight"]
[member="Will Chain"] and [member="Rakaht Iuoh"]
[member="Hawk Solo"] and [member="Odium"]
[member="Zoey Marix"] and [member="The Plague Doctor"]
[member="Ploog"] and [member="Texam Halion"]

All characters are allowed to interact, but keep in mind where the host of the bar is. Barkeep, unless noted by the threadowner, is going to be controlled due to the fact that it's the owner of the bar.
The Boorish Bantha is best known for its tolerance of and distribution of unusual 'cultural' narcotics and alcoholic drinks, as well as there being small lobbies open for couples to enjoy one another's company in relative privacy. Sarri can be called in to interrupt a date if it's going south or an excuse is needed by simply paging him.

HAVE FUN.

 

[CHANI]

A low vibration notified her of a message in her Inbox, she reached over to the YT-freighters control panel and tapped a few buttons, voice control was more expensive and she did not exactly have that kind of Credit on hand, what with traveling, hobbies and little adventures such as this. The words inside the message appeared like they had been hit over the head with one too many encryptions, for whatever reason. Chani swirled off one chair and into another, the place was only a few clear parsecs away, she typed in the coordinates and made her way there, she docked with a sudden jolt of the cruise liners clamps securing her YT in place.

The atmosphere of 'The Boorish-' she stopped for a moment looking at the lit up sign, trying to pronounce the word -a--errr what is a bantha?" having grown up solely in a slum of a city, now a wealthy freighter captain. Chani dismissed the funny sounding name and approached a table with the number 1 on it, she sat and pulled out a little bag of red spice, smudging a bit between her teeth and hiding it away in her, well, clothes, the room swirled as she looked around from the table.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo halted in the street. He pulled up the sleeve of his brown, woollen cloak. Attached to his wrist was a piece of Phase II armour and a data pad on the underside. He rotated his arm and brought his data pad to life. An incoming message had vibrated his wrist. No one was mean't to know he was on this cruise vessel. He'd been searching for someone, but somehow his friends in the CSF had known. And they had done something that he had rather they hadn't. They'd attracted attention to him. A Rodian by the name of Jscolai had signed him up for a blind date event that was occurring this night. Jscolai also had the decency to forward the acceptance letter he had received while portraying as Hasjo. He couldn't stand a woman up, and now that the owner of this vessel knew he was here, he was as well go with it.

He fled down the corridors with a quick march. Drawing his sleeve over his wrist to conceal the data pad. He shrouded himself in his cloak, hiding the fact that he was without his lightsaber. He had been forced to give it up when he entered the vessel to the local security forces. No more than hired thugs - he thought. He found himself in the area he had been designated too. The Entertainment Hub in the Boorish Bantha. He took a seat alone, unsure what he was mean't to do. All he knew that this person, Dia, was a Twi'lek. It couldn't be all that bad, he convinced himself. He settled himself into his chair. Removing his cloak he now sat in the Jedi formal tunic and trousers, with brown leather boots.

@[member="Dia Eyan"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan Charr sat in a booth in the bar, his eyes scanning over the other patrons that were here while he waited for [member="Xyhn-Tuhros"], the woman that would be his date whoever it was. A Name didnt really tell him much but that wasnt something to truly worry about so he sat and waited while he drank from the glass of Mandalorian wine he had become accustomed to over the past year, it was a good drink that provided a strong taste to it.

 

[Texam Halion]

Texam walked through the clusters of people around her. The Boorish Bantha had a reputation for being one of the most high-class bars in the galaxy, and she could see why. It cost a fortune to get in. She didn't even want to think about how much the drinks would cost. She'd definitely get an earful once the Mando'ade discovered what she had blown so many credits for. She made her way to the bar, her gold armor reflecting the bright lights from the dance floor. She hadn't exactly expected to get a reply when she sent in her dating request on the holonet. She felt extremely foolish the minute she pressed the button. Really? A Mandalorian submitting a blind date request? Such a weak thing to do. But nevertheless, she had. And now, here she was, waiting for some [member="Ploog"] fellow at the bar. She had a feeling she was going to need to drown her sorrows before the night's end.

 

[Seir'ari]

Sarri noticed the awkward gathering that was turning up and found it mildly amusing that they were so roughly dispersed; figures. It'll take a miracle for this lot to find one another, and it'd take a bit more socializing than he planned to actually make this work. He 'paged' someone with the small communication's device on his hip, and it seemed innocent save for the fact that for a brief moment the lights that he was working around at the main bar flickered. An underdressed Cerean winced in his direction before skittering off to adjust the lighting of the large bar to make the farthest corners seem far less inviting than the main sitting area. The Twi'lek mentally counted how many were present before he pulled out four individual glasses to fill, each one giving off their own colored glow as he filled each glass; one per straggler.

"First drink for a stood-up date is free, but zi rest'll cost double seeing as zis is a couple's night." he mused, setting each glass down on the bar's counter before he went back to checking inventory. Odds are the rest of them were just abominably late, but it didn't mean he couldn't squeeze these guys out of a penny or two with a little anxiety, right? "No pressure, of course. 'You have all night', as zi invite goes. Unless you're one of zi human monkeys-- you all might just need to guess who's who, zen. Good thing I bought so many damn colored glasses to tell you apart." The guards off to the sides grinned at Sarri's attempt at humor, mainly because they were trained to enjoy his flippant tongue. He stepped away from the drinks to light an oddly-scented pipe so that he could open up a switchboard-like compartment, the pipe's ivory tapping idly in tune to the music that was being played in the background. One of the various benefits of gutting a ship and remodelling it as a bar; you can control the whole damn thing from your chair.

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[member="CHANI"], [member="Hasjo Hallu"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Texam Halion"]

 

[Not Ordo]

Kal walked slowly to the door of the boorish bantha. He still had no idea why he was here. In his very long life he had seen many many things but he had done relativly little. At 2.5 meters tall he stood too tall for the door and had to duck to go through.

Slowly he walked and found his table. The smell of alcohol and mammals filled the establishment but he had spent most of hos life liveing among mammals so it was a small inconvenience. He sat at the designated table and waited for his date [member="Kara Teerah"]. They had some of the same interests he was told but he really didn't know what to make of this very awkward situation.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

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Alexia walked into the "boorish bantha" wearing her usual BDUs and a half smoked cigar in her lips. Her weapons were absent for once, that is if you didn't count the hold out blaster in her cargo pocket. Her bright red hair and light blue eyes could be called pretty but probably not to her face.

She looked around for her table and pushed her way through the crowd and sat where she was supposed to. Immediately she ordered a scotch on the rocks and leaned back. Her hand went up and pulled the cigar from her lips. She cut off the burning tip and stuffed the rest in her pocket for later.

'This had better be good.' She thought as she waited for the date to show. 'Or I'm snagging someone else.'

 

[Darth Veles]

Avreet couldn't help but wonder what kind of unnatural force possessed his body and dragged him to this place. The Mon Calamari did not drink alcohol, disliked slavery and held his personal vow of celibacy. And yet he stood here, in a bar on a ship that belonged to a slaver, looking for a "companion", or more precisely, an interesting and new person to talk to. Despite his distaste for slavers, he had to admit the interior of the cruiser looked very nice, though he quickly reminded himself this place was a hive of scum and villainy. Since the galaxy was a very dangerous place for people like him, an ex-Sith of the Sith Empire, Avreet altered his signature like he had done thousands of times before so it appeared much "lighter" and also reduced his presence in the Force a bit.

Without his twin lightsabers, he wouldn't be much of a threat. Luckily, the guards couldn't take the Force from him, leaving him the most powerful tool one could wish for. Dressed in black tunic and heavy cloak made out of hide, the amphibian goggled around with his large eyes, searching for his date while trying not to draw too much attention. The two should find each other easily; the Mon Calamari was hard to miss, just as the date's pink skin would give away her position. What about her pheromones? Will she crack his personal code and seduce him? Unlikely, given the vast difference between their species. The Zeltron's pheromones would sooner affect a tree on her homeworld than a being of completely different species originating from a different planet.

With his large amber eyes darting from one person to another, scanning sentients in the area and trying to guess their professions, the Mon Calamari silently paced towards the bar, stopping for a moment once he stood in the neon lights and glaring at it with both of his orbs. He did not expect to drink a single drop of alcohol tonight, but if his date insisted, he was prepared for it by eating a large ammount of butter before embarking on the trip. The cybernetic eye broke its blank gaze and swiveled around, once again looking for this [member="Maya Whitelight"]. What kind of person was she going to be? Avreet regretted not buying some flowers; a true gentlebeing should always have those for a lady...

 

[Dia Eyan]

Dia got a message. Finally she could get this blind date over with! She probably wouldn't get someone attractive, so she brought enough credits to make it worthwhile for the alcohol. When she walked into the bar and gave up her lightsaber. She saw a nautolan and thought maybe he would be waiting for her. As she walked to her table, she found that she was indeed supposed to meet the nautolan. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad, she thought as she pulled the hood off of her head and walked up to the table
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Will Chain]

This looks like the place, Will thought as he flew toward the ship. The coordinates brought him here and supposedly there was a bar inside called the 'Boorish Bantha' where he was supposedly going to meet a date. He flew into the hangar and parked in the designated spot. The Wroonian went over to his room and put on his cleanest white jumpsuit, his best brown duster, and fitted his fedora to top it all off. His yellow eyes scanned his appearance and then gave a winning smile of approval as he put on a pair of black leather gloves. Before he walked off his ship, the Intangible, he put his vibrorapier away as the message mentioned no weapons. When he walked off the ship he made sure that the anti theft and intrusion repel systems were activated. Any place like this wasn't afraid to part a man from his credits or worse his ship.

With a confident, charismatic swagger the blue-skinned alien walked into the bar and took a moment to take it in. The bar was manned by a rather 'robust' Twi'lek who had the air of a boss about him. There were several tables around along with some private booths and some more private rooms. However Will saw no signs of his date, a female Yuuzhan Vong named [member="Rakaht Iuoh"]. He never met or seen one of their kind before. He bet she had some interesting stories to tell. The Wroonian made his way to the bar and asked, "How much for a Corellian Ale?"

 

[Rakaht Iuoh]

Rakaht arrived at the place- At least, She thought it was the place. It had the right name, Like the one on the message. She plodded onward to the 'Boorish Bantha'. What was a Wroonian? She thought. Bang! Rakaht smacked right into the door. Her arm extended as she opened the door, Stepping in.

The air was different in here. It was a little bit stale. She glanced around at the tables, trying to find this 'Will' Who apparently was a 'Wroonian'. 'Wroonian' sounds strange, Probably does not look like one of those humans. She thought. Now where was he? Rakaht did not see anything remotely what she thought a Wroonian looked like. She got to the end of the ship, The bar, and gave up hope. It's not like anyone would like a Yuuzhan Vong anyway. She leaned on the counter, looking down at the floor.

[member="Will Chain"]

 

[Seir'ari]

[member="Will Chain"]
[member="Rakaht Iuoh"]
Sarri's visor-masked face tilted from the interface panel he was clicking away at when he heard the drink request. He stepped towards the bar table again and pulled out a glass, though kept it in his hand as he didn't yet fill his drink. This one hadn't been in here long-- Wroonians were far easier 'monkeys' to determine apart from the others.

"Depends if you're in here for a drink, or if you're in here for the special. Don't see the tchun to your tchin ordering alongside you, so unless you find it, only half of zi drink will be free." The glass still wasn't filled as Sarri leaned in to hazard a guess, the helmet still blocking the other from seeing his expression despite his twitching lekku giving away to his mild dissatisfication. If these lot didn't pair up soon, this'd be a sad excuse for a couple's bar. "Having difficulties finding your other half?"

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A man with long blonde hair and shining brown eyes walked into the "Boorish Bantha", silently cursing Jak for signing him up for this. But it was too late to back out now, so the former Grandmaster had made his way here and sat at his designated table.

Seems his "Date" was already here. He admired her features for a moment. She was good looking, at least, even if she looked a little rough. He irritably noted the cigarette smell coming from her, smelling like she'd just had one recently. Hopefully there would be no tonsil hockey after that.

Plopping his elbow onto the table, he rested his chin onto his palm and gave the woman a handsome smile.

"And what do I have the honor of calling you, miss?" he finally asked, chuckling a bit.

[member="Ruusan"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Having almost fooled the ones at the cheek point with her clip lightsaber in her hair at last she was with out her weapons all 17 of them. Then she really didn't need them she still had her bag of tricks if needed. In a way knowing why done this that to gather information to do so one would be come something else, as it so happen, wearing something of exotic looking, as if to play the part into her race of people. Even so come to let herself get lost in the crowd of people, by doing so she let her eyes doing the talking for the moment. It wasn't the style of walking she was doing that turn the eyes but as she scan, knowing some of the friends it always good to know who can be trusted relied upon. Her eyes dancing over a few of them, with a playful grin not that each knew know what to make of her, just what she was about but more so that they would see her, [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"][member="Dia Eyan"][member="Hasjo Hallu"].

Making her round she finally spotted her date couldn't be messed in this sea of gathers still letting her fingers en-lace, letting the leather bag bonce off her hip what she carried in it wasn't something one could think of weapons, they was just seeds and herbs. [member="Darth Veles"] Hanging back, letting one self walk to the bar to order a drink bring out some credits. Taking a sip of the fire whiskey, not the best of the stuff but it would due now. Letting her own personal of the one she took character tonight she would be just a smuggler down on her luck, until getting a feel for this other one. One being she never show all her cards up front, to knowing that dealing with slavers one always knew to keep a sharp eye out for deicers and the likes.

Coming to rest upon the place that the Mon Calamari had place himself. Looking now over him, feeling him out through the force but not enough to make it know what she was doing using a illusion. Now time to play the part, always thinking a head always needed to be step or to a had with what every game being played if one was being played at this moment. Well, well you look to be fresh out of water, Giving him a wink of her own, only to take another sip of the drink given to her by the barkeeper.

 

[Seir'ari]

When [member="Maya Whitelight"] reached out for the drink Sarri's nearest lekku gave an uncomfortable twitch and writhed, resulting in him having to pull his head back from the bar and assume a subtle distance from her while keeping to his self-imposed post. A damn force user doing what they did best; create a jarring white-noise sensation whenever they thought they were being subtle.

That or she had a magnetic button on her person. Honestly, you'd be surprised how easily force-using and a shoddy belt belt buckle could get confused by a non force user.

He decided against raining on the woman's parade as he sidestepped to continue to face [member="Will Chain"] and await his response to get away from the buzzing sensation. His momentary discomfort resulted in a gesture of pheromones and lekku feedback that was only telegraphable to Twi'leks like [member="Dia Eyan"] as well as a few slaves which resulted in the latter to glance in his direction for a second like a unified hivemind before the bar's atmosphere calmed and resumed itself.

 

[Darth Veles]

The sweet voice reached Avreet's ear canal, catching his attention. The left eye swiveled to the side and noticed a pink skinned woman, definitely a Zeltron. The amphibious alien slowly turned in her direction and walked up to her while she drank...whatever that stuff was, Avreet had little idea since he did not drink alcohol. Both of his big fishy eyes now focused on her as he spoke, his tone polite and calm. "Excuse me, mistress, I presume you are [member="Maya Whitelight"]? My deepest apologiest for not finding you sooner, this is my first... date, and I am not familiar with being in places like this as a customer...surrounded by those who enslave sentient beings." The last part came almost as a whisper, the Mon Cal felt deep distaste for slavers of all kinds. In his opinion, slavery was a relic of the past and had no place in the modern galaxy and society. But what could one wish for when the only government that attempted to make the galaxy a better place to live lied in ruins? "I would have preferred something more... civilized," he added in a slightly raspy voice typical for his species and glanced around for a brief moment before his piercing gaze returned to the pink skinned woman, "My name is Avreet Zatarus, mistress. Former Knight of the Sith Empire, currently working with a humanitarian organization helping poor people struck by the war." The amphibious being introduced himself with a slight bow, his barbel quivering as he did so, still standing instead of taking a seat. He doubted the bar served anything he would drink, so unless his date required him to get something, he'd pass. The Sith messanger, despite being experienced in the arts of the Dark Side, had no experience with romance, making him feel awkward.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo saw the Twi'lek and assumed she was the one in question. He stood, welcoming [member="Dia Eyan"] to the table. He motioned to the chair "I assume you're Dia?" He sat back down, pulling his chair in. He rested his large forearms on the table, he recalled the woman before him. He'd seen her before. He said "I am Hasjo Hallu. Former Jedi Temple Guard on Coruscant. You were there recently, weren't you? I remember your face, not that I could forget." He flashed a pearly-white grin.

 

[Dia Eyan]

Dia smiled at the man at the table. "Hi, I am indeed Dia" she said as she sat down. She remembered him from the jedi temple, when she first arrived. The next few words he spoke confirmed that. "Ah I remember you. I saw you when I first got there." She blushed a bit when he said he couldn't forget her face. "Why thank you, Hasjo. How sweet. So what do you do now that you aren't a guard?" she asked, leaning forward on her elbows
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"So what do you do now that you aren't a guard?" [member="Dia Eyan"] asked, leaning forward on her elbows. Hasjo brow quivered with a frown, but it had left as quickly as it had come. He spoke "Currently my service as a Jedi is confidential, unfortunately. Though I am participating in my final training into Knighthood." He motioned to her, offering her to speak "What about yourself, what do you spend your time doing?" He glanced over his shoulder for the barkeep, hoping to order something to drink.