Faction A Padawan Birthday Party! (Open to All Jedi & Friends)

[Pari Sylune]

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The dormitory wing of the Jedi Temple was unusually alive for the late hour.

Normally, the long corridor would have been hushed, footsteps soft, voices low, the Force resting in a gentle, meditative calm. Tonight, however, quiet excitement hummed through the air. Strands of glow-orbs floated near the ceiling, their colors shifting as a handful of Padawans argued in whispered tones about spacing and symmetry. A banner that was hand stitched hung slightly crooked over the doorway, tugged into place at the last moment by an impatient nudge of the Force.

Inside the shared dormitory, cushions had been rearranged into a loose circle, refreshments carefully hidden beneath cloths, and a training remote, (borrowed without permission) hovered nearby, programmed to release a harmless burst of celebratory light on cue. Laughter was stifled, giggles smothered behind sleeves, and more than one Padawan paused to reach out through the Force, checking that their unsuspecting friend was still occupied elsewhere in the Temple.

Everything was almost ready.

All that remained was one final adjustment, one last look exchanged between co-conspirators, and then, at last, the party could begin.

As soon as the young Torgruta male walked in everybody shouted at once "Surrprise! Happy birthday Brin!!!" Pleasantries were exchanged and soon everyone was spread out, listening to music, helping themselves to snacks, and settling in to enjoy a rare treat, the birthday of a fellow padawan!

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((This thread is open to all Jedi! If you are a padawan join in the festivities in the dorms. If you are a knight or master perhaps you are elsewhere in the Temple, reminiscing about your own days as a padawan, or coming to see what all the noise is about! This is meant to be a fun thread that shows social life inside the Temple. Enjoy! ))

 

[Bettany Sal-Soren]

Location: Padawan Dormitory
Objective: Party

Along with the other padawans, Bettany had received the invite to a party in the dorms, an excuse to bond with some of her peers. Except she realised she didnt actually know where the padawan dorms were and had had a slightly awkward conversation in order to find out where they were and to be reissued with the access key she was granted on her first day but hadnt even thought to remember.

Pari Sylune had done a wonderful job with the decorations and Bettany had brought in a few snacks and more discretely a little bit of drink to share with the older padawans.

"Happy birthday Brin!" she added to to collective clapping the birthday boy, but refraining from the hugs that were being offered by some of the more enthusiastic learners. Maybe a handshake.

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[Aiden Porte]

Bettany Sal-Soren Pari Sylune Ensy Phillip Slate Kaelyn Serev Sven Halestorm​

The Sanctuary kitchens were calm, a steady contrast to the excited pulse echoing faintly through the Force from the dormitory wing. Aiden stood at the central counter with quiet focus, sleeves rolled to his forearms as he worked.

A loaf of sweetbread rested beneath his hands as he sliced it evenly, each cut measured and deliberate. Nearby, a pot of spiced meiloorun glaze simmered gently, stirred by a subtle turn of his fingers through the Force while he arranged fresh fruit across a serving tray. He adjusted the temperature of the ovens with care, ensuring nothing burned, nothing overcooked. Celebration deserved attention to detail.

He paused briefly, glancing toward the doorway as laughter rippled faintly through the currents of the Force. The joy was bright, unguarded. It stirred something warm in his chest.

Aiden allowed himself a small smile before returning to his work. He sprinkled a final touch of powdered sugar across the sweetbread and straightened the arrangement of plates, content in the simple act of preparation.

Tonight was not about instruction or discipline.

It was about making sure the young ones had enough to eat while they celebrated being young.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Happy Birthday
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He was at House Angellus for a rather short time. It was an easy, relaxed day, because it was the birthday of family members. Alyksandra, and the late Liram. It was a rare occurrence that a married couple shared the same birthday but here you are. Chrysa was there as well, along with Michael. It was a small affair, just family. It was a day that frankly was few and far between. Michael was just an 18 year old today, not someone with responsibilities, and Connel was not wearing any bit of his gear. Chrysa and Alyksandra? They could just be “moms” enjoying their families being together.

Family is important.

Alyksandra brought up how one of the Jedi… a Padawan who she knew of through one of her board members was celebrating the day as well. It brought a wry smile to Chrysa, as well as Alyksandra, who just nodded and told him to “go ahead”. Moreso Chrysa, she knew what he was thinking. Michael? He still felt uncomfortable being around there. So Connel let him stay without a lecture.

He took Buster with him though, it was meant to be fun.

He had something too.

He was not going to go there to interrupt anything, but Connel was travelling to continue a tradition. Something his father used to do. Buster was just there to enjoy the ride. This was a good day to be in the “Defender” and not “the Vector”, because he had an armory in the back. That was not to say that he would give a young one a weapon for their birthday, but something else.

When he got to the Temple, it was apparently just in time, as there was some type of commotion going on in the dorms. So, he quietly walked. The acknowledgements he received were interesting, as most had no idea who he was. Connel rarely came out in public, not in his gear, at least in a “Jedi” dynamic. This felt “interesting” in a good way. So when he reached the dorms and heard the frivolity, naturally there was some attention drawn and festivities drawn to a halt.

Don’t stop on my account.

A few “hellos” here and there, some, but many expected him to lecture. Wrong Jedi. It was when the poor birthday boy walked up to take responsibility, Connel held up a hand to stop him. “Birthdays are strange things for Jedi. We don’t celebrate ourselves the way most do. No parades. No trophies. No grand speeches.
A Half-smile. But that doesn’t mean today isn’t important. You were given life on this day. The Force wove you into the galaxy for a reason. Every lesson you struggle through, every bruise from training, every doubt you wrestle with… they’re all shaping you into the person you’re meant to become. Your montrals hear more than you realize. Your lekku carry more emotion than you think. Your heritage is strength. Your compassion is greater strength, and here’s something most Masters forget to say.
He’d lean in just a little.
I’m glad you were born… not because the Order needs another knight. Not because the galaxy needs another hero. But because the people you’ll help one day won’t even know how close they came to losing everything. Today isn’t about how powerful you’ll become. It’s about the fact that you’re here… that matters. If you ever doubt that… He held up a Pontite Crystal.
Just hold and meditate with this for a little while.
Standing straight, ruffle the top of the boy’s head if he’d tolerate it, and add with that dry, Vanagor glint:
Now go eat something celebratory before the cooks decide birthdays are a violation of Jedi austerity protocol.

Pari Sylune • Bettany Sal-Soren • Aiden Porte
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Zhenhua]

The sounds of hoofbeats on the temple stone was one of the few indicators Zhen was coming. Her sun-kissed skin remaining forward for a moment as the white and silver robe over her torso gleamed clean and sleeveless. Long black hair trailing down and framing her her shoulders while she moved for a moment and looked down at another padawan who was there looking at her with a smile on her face. The belt of her robes looking more like saaddle bags that she could reach back and dig through as her tail flicked back and forth. She was considered average for a Chironian and it showed as the sounds of other padawans were there to draw her interest. She debated if there would be a place she could fully sit but she was used to standing around.