A Plentiful Harvest [Festival - SJO, ALLIES]

[Syd Celsius]

Syd was distracted by the presence of what was almost certainly a Jedi Master, [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"].

"Hello..." she said, stoically, breathing in a few flames from the still burning torch she carried.

She had never tasted food, so she did not know what she was missing. All the food present waa just strange smells and strangely arranged matter to her. She was incapable of appreciating such things, and in fact grew curious as to why they placed such great importance on food and its arrangement. Wasn't it enough something was in your stomach? The Geist herself had been created without a desire to indulge in such things. A weapon has no need for apple cider. Made things easier.

You are a slave. You will die a slave.

The Sith's words chose to rumble unpleasantly from the bottom of her conscience. She disregarded them. She was doing what she was made for, even if she didn't exactly trust who it was supposed to be helping.

She felt the lingering sting of that betrayal, dulled by both her nature and time. The festivities and the partygoers...she felt the heat more than the joy of everyone around her.

Syd bowed back as was customary, her skintight suit gleaming from its metallic elements, so chrome like it reflected Wu's face.

"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Syd." Syd replied to her greeting, the pointless noises and distractions unsettling to her. She didn't understand any of it. Pumpkins? Costume contests?

What if Sith attacked now? She wouldn'twouldn't put it past them...little cover, lots of Jedi milling about unawares. Its what she'd do, if she were the enemy.

She sensed nothing...but they could be hiding. Oh well...she'd keep an eye. Any Sith tried to ruin this, they'd get a face full of high speed micro-fireballs or her lightsaber going into their chest.

Nobody ruins Pumpkin Day for Jedi. Not on the Flame Geist's watch, that was for certain.

"The Silver Jedi seemed to know how to have...fun..." she noted uncertainly. "I've never been to a celebration before...my...previous occupation did not allow for much in the way of rest...

Who was she kidding? Her previous occupation was her current one.

"May I ask your name?" she said sincerely to the Jedi, having come here to mingle with her peers, after all. "And who is your friend?"

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Objective: Food and drink

"What will it be for you?"

"Spiced apple cider, please, and also a slice of pumpkin pie"

Varindar seemed to be more interested in the spiced apple cider and the slice of pumpkin pie; however, after working in hotels where cloches were the order of the day for serving meals to guests, even for room service, it was a relief almost to see more simplistic service. Because, let's face it, cloches slow down the service, and add extra, variable overhead that is the main reason why cloches were seemingly only a thing for five-star restaurants. Cloches were originally there as a means for the upper strata of society to protect them against the poisoning methods used to kill people in intrigues; people that were wealthy enough to use them usually became pickier as a survival mechanism. And speaking of pickiness, the guest in front of her was very, very picky about how much cinnamon and nutmeg to put in the cider. Which, in Varindar's mind, implied that there would be a pinch of two of each in the recipe she intends to roll out in the hotel's restaurant. Now that she received a tray containing both items, she sat down somewhere else in the barn to eat that stuff.

 

[Samka Derith]

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Did she want to be there?

Not really, no.

Did she have to be there?

For her long term objectives, almost certainly.

If she was to gain some semblance of trust from these idiots it would befit her to attend their festivities and allow them to bare witness to her sunny disposition first hand. She finally had something resembling freedom of movement permitted by Jyoti Nooran. It would make sense to use it to socialise. However she had to stay close to an agent of Jyoti's choosing, in this case it was [member="Finley Dawson"]. The choice was probably made because he was the only Silver Jedi member besides the Jedi Master herself and her teenage apprentice who had been somewhat friendly to the captive Dark Sider. The others had shown varying levels of disdain.

It was time to win them over then.

She trailed behind Finley, the man clearly enjoying going overboard with his costuming, and silently watched him speak with [member="Charlie Nooran"] before emerging. Samka, or 'Elizah' as they knew her, hadn't dressed up so. Instead she wore a winter jacket, purple boots and a long scarf wrapped tightly around her neck.

"Charlie," she called the Padawan's name out as she trotted towards the pair with a smirk, unsure if the younger girl knew she'd be attending the event. "Don't we look pretty today?" She spoke sarcastically as she eyed the girl's rather ludicrous costume. "What are you today? Some sort of fruit... thing?"

 

[Rick Kaloo]

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Rick left the apple fields, resignation still a major consideration to be made.​

He re-entered the barn's market, filled with crowds of vendors and their customers, all cheery. A myriad of smells occupied the area, from fresh kettle corn to crisp apple cider. However, Rick was neither hungry nor thirty at the time and did not buy anything or consider the possibility. Instead, he walked through an established dirt road in the farm, following the crowd to whatever tourist destination awaited. Suddenly, a chunk of the crowd curbed, heading to the right while the rest continued down the road. Rick headed down the right, and immediately found himself at a large, crowded apple dunk tank.

As Rick walked toward the scene, he recognized [member="Allyson Locke"], sitting on the perimeter fence. Rick decided to approach in the hopes of making small talk and perhaps making up his mind on his future.

Hopping onto the fence on Allyson's right, Rick started, "Today's a beautiful day, not like one I've seen since my college years. The locals must be proud of how popular their celebration is."

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[Silver Starlight]

Ms. Martha smiled warmly at [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], nodding. "Yes, dear." She turned a moment and retrieved a pumpkin that had been hollowed out. Inside, there was an assortment of candy and a prize ticket. Ms. Martha reached inside to pluck out the ticket and hand it to their winner. She also pushed the candy-filled pumpkin over to him.

"Congratulations, you win quite a prize!" She grinned. "You'll be free to stop by the landing pad at your leisure to pick it up." Ms. Martha's brows arched slightly, waiting to see the young man's reaction to winning a starfighter. "And wouldn't you know, it's time to draw the next ticket right now!"

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[The winner is number 20: [member="Dusaro Dresari"]]​

Upon claiming the prize, the winner will receive a loot-filled pumpkin -- with a ticket to claim this.]​

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There's much more, stay tuned!​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

When Seva reached the end of the line, she ordered a pumpkin spice caf latte. As she waited for the barista to prepare her drink, she pulled out her datapad and began to scroll. In the background, she could hear the caf being ground and the idle chatter of other patrons waiting for their beverages. This seemed a popular stop here at the festival. Everyone did love their caf, after all.

Looking down at the weather report, her home world was simply balmy today. Glancing about, she missed the tropical splendor of Ceraluen. But, there was something faintly appealing about the colored leaves here on this farm world. As far as the rest this place had to offer, Seva was still undecided.

When her name was called, she held her hand out absently towards the barista. The man slid the cup into her waiting palm and Seva stepped to the side. Bringing the hot latte up to sip, Seva paused half way. “Honestly!” She said aloud, offended by the latest entertainment news articles. Such scandals! Still reading, the young woman finally had a sip of the caf drink. Her palette was quite refined, used to very high quality ingredients. But, she had to admit that this... wasn't all that bad.

Brows arched in surprise. Seva supposed that this caf was likely made here on this world, perhaps the people here were far more skilled than she originally gave them credit for. An interesting development, to be sure.

Eyes still glued to the screen of her datapad, she began to walk, drink in hand. Not really watching where she was going, she suddenly felt as though she was about to crash into something... or rather, someone. Looking up, she came face to face with a very ghostly countenance – pale as death and cloaked to match.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk!” Seva shrieked loudly, and shrilly. Her drink dropped from her hand, spilling all over the ground.

[member="Dusaro Dresari"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Location: Marketplace
Objective: Browse the wares, and grab a drink ... eventually. Maybe meet some folks too!


One might have found it a little odd to spy a tiny redhead wearing a sweater in the light chill, yet the woman's feet were bare. Those toes dug into the soil ever so slightly as she reached one of the higher shelves in the vendor's stall to grab an ornate handmade wreath that was clearly made for the season.

A faint smile spread across her lips as she looked over the carefully crafted decoration, a part of her considering making the purchase. However, there was one small problem with that. She'd yet to really live in any one place long enough to decorate it for any specific season, and the Fall was always a season she had loved, just never remotely thought about decorating her home for. Perhaps it was time she changed that.

Her thoughts drifted to the many reasons she had never been able to be around for any such period of time where she could purchase such an object to liven up her home. None were particularly bad... per say. More often than not the Force had pulled her in a different direction somewhere halfway across the galaxy. Settling down from her wandering ways had never really crossed her mind at any one point. Not yet anyway. There were just far too many people for her to help to allow for that.

She shook her head slightly, brushing those thoughts aside as she rose up to place the wreath back in its place upon the shelf and started to wander on to the next stall. One little decoration can't hurt you know. She told herself, reminding herself that such an object here and there wasn't going to make her any less of a Jedi. With her smile brightening, she turned on her heels and returned to the same stall, and took the wreath down with care and handed over the credits required to obtain the first decoration she could ever recall purchasing.

"Thank you, Ma'am." The small redhead said as she took the bag from the older woman running the small stand.

Wandering on through the marketplace Coryth debated where and what exactly she would do next. She still hadn't gotten to know really anyone within the Silver Jedi. Josh had put the idea of joining the Silver Jedi in her head, and it had seemed like the natural place to go after all she had been through. This festival seemed just as good a time as any to start learning about the others she was joining and giving them the opportunity to get to know her, even if she might be just a wee bit shy about doing so.

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

[member="Syd Celsius"]

Wu was looking at the woman and the small Jin Jedi master had a raised eyebrow.. mostly because she was looking up at the skin tight suit but she approached with a smile. "I am Master Wu Yeoh-Mei of the Jin Empire. One of the dimplomatic corps and chef within the silver rest." She said it while offering a small bow of her head and her saber on her hip dangled. Black tape around the wood and metal hilt with as some got to see a jade colored blade. The long hair around her waist and flowing down over her kimono that was trimmed heading mid thigh but left her wearing thigh high black boots. She spoke more offering a small cup. "It is not much but events like this aid in coping mechanism's. War is everywhere and sometime syou just need an hour, a minute, a moment to forget about it and enjoy something genuine."

 

[Zak Dymo]

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As the music from the youngling's HoloBoy started to fade, the aquatic child did a slide over toward where he had a backpack with some water stashed away.

The stubby head-tails hung free, swaying back and forth as the boy tipped his head back and enjoyed a long draw on the water bottle. Dancing was quite a workout in a short span of just a few minutes. Now that the song had ended and the playlist had rolled over to the next song, the youngling crouched down low to the ground and just enjoyed the spectacle before him.

The appearance [member="Finley Dawson"] brought an instantaneous smile to the child's face. Gentle, mirthful, giggling laughter bubbled from out of the youngling as he admired the fierce costume and dramatic, super sentai quality entrance.

Taking another sip of water, the boy tucked the bottle back away into his backpack as the next song started playing. Standing, the boy shook out his arms and his legs, loosening the muscles that had started to become cold even as he worked to find the rhythm.

Then he turned his head, and gave an involuntary yelp of terror at the sight of [member="Chiassa"]

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the town square...

Then again, no where was ever safe from the plague of Girl Jedi.

"Chiassa, that's one scary mask!" the boy quipped, before almost immediately pausing to add, "Oh wait... my bad!"

Shade thrown.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Duasro was always one to be aware of his surroundings. This was not exactly an uncommon habit amongst the normal populace of the galaxy and for Jedi it was basically a nessessity. So when the fair looking young woman was walking, not paying attention he had taken note to try and not bump into her. Easily enough normally, but it was a rather crowded place and thanks to that fact, he ended up headed in her direction. He got that kind of feeling that you get, before something is about to happen and so before outright bumping into her he stopped, as did she to his surprise. Then she looked up from her datapad. That was not a reaction he had expected, in fact her reaction and sudden cry almost surprised him as much as it scared her, taking a unintentional step back. Which turned out to be a good thing as otherwise, her cup might have spilled all over him.

In the aftermath of this event and the attention drawn from it, Dusaro was not quite sure how to react. He hadn't expected anyone to actually freak out. Though he had to admit a part of him was laughing and more then just a little bit, he did feel bad for surprising the young woman in such a startling manner, even if it was mostly her own fault for not paying attention to where she was going. "Let this a lesson be. Eye's on the road, not the ground." He echo'd in a nice, deep 'sageish' baritone that he was rather proud of actually.

"Still, my apologies. Do you wish that i replace your caf?" He asked, still using that distinct baritone, more for fun then anything else at this point. If he didn't have the face covering on, it would be easy to see how big of a cheeky grin he had on behind it, but he managed to keep his amusement out of his tone of voice. Sure he could have just up and poofed after the incident and remained 'mysterious', but Dusaro was far more of a gentleman than that, so he broke down and made the offer to the young woman.

[member="Seva Geroux"]

 

[Gianna Aegis]

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Location: Pumpkin Patch​

Tag: [member="Cassius Droma"]​

Festival Costume: Red Riding Hood​

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Cassius smiled and Gianna returned it ten-fold. There was nothing quite like it when happiness touched her eyes, brought on by the simplest things, save for perhaps the appearance daybreak after a storm. He could grumble, fuss, and bemoan their trip to the Autumn Festival all he wanted but she would still be in high spirits. They’d been separated for quite some time due to a variety of circumstances and to say that she had missed her Padawan was an understatement. She gave him knowledge—he gave her focus. A reason that was more than simple humanitarian efforts. “You should do that more often otherwise you’ll scare the younglings without a costume.”

She was teasing of course. He wasn’t serious all the time.

The Jedi Knight had most definitely burned her tongue on the cider and she pressed it between her lips for a moment to ease the ache. Of course, she’d known better, but excitement for the mundane sometimes made her forget little things. Her seemingly infinite patience was less lengthy when it came to cookies and apple cider. Speaking of cookies, she actually had a basket-full of homemade options, and had been cheerfully passing them out to people that they passed. She’d baked non-stop. Some chokolate chip, a rarity, and others like camby berry-spice and a sweet-sand cookies.

She couldn’t be in a little red costume and not pass out treats meant for her invisible grandmother. It just seemed wrong. Cassius stood up and she reached down to pick up the basket she’d left with him. It wasn’t heavy, at least not anymore, and she let it hang around her arm. Her bare legs would have been chilled and touched with gooseflesh but a small application of Tapas went a long way. Cassius stood up from his self-professed people-watching and she had to look up at him. “You’re taller than I am.”

Gia wasn’t that short, but, he still stood a good head over her. She fell into step beside him and sipped at her cider a little more carefully now. His question about Naboo caused a familiar sense of fondness to emanate for her. Despite her oaths, and all her travels, her home was incredibly important to her. Even when she hadn’t seen it in what felt like years she always kept track of the good memories that left her heart buoyant enough to bounce back from any tragedy. “In a way…But not like this. The air gets colder and the day grows shorter but we don’t often have these particular colors.”

“You should come home with me. Your room is almost done.”

The sprawling land that she’d acquired on Naboo had taken more elbow-grease than she’d initially anticipated but it was starting to almost look like a home. The floors were clean, the walls were repaired, appliances functioned, the water was running, and the roof had been patched. There was still a ton of work to do but she could see it more clearly now. One day it would be the place of warmth and safety that she envisioned. “I added a bookshelf and started stocking it with a few things. It’s easier to find paper-books on Naboo but it’s sort of like a scavenger hunt. It can take time.”

“And I found nice a nice shade of minty-green paint that really makes it seem bigger. You’ll like it.”, she paused, before tilting her head in thought, as her little nose squinched. “Maybe. I think so. We’ll see.”

They got to the Great Pumpkin soon enough and Gia released a little whistle. Someone had to be proud of that. As they passed the gate to the pumpkin patch she opened her basket and offered the people hosting the mini-event a cookie before they went on to the attractions. Mostly, just pumpkin carving, and others taking recordings of themselves next to the biggest gourd she had ever seen. Looking around, biting her lower lip for a moment, she then smiled and nodded her head.

“We’re carving pumpkins. Whoever finishes last has to get dunked in the apple bobbing later!”

She darted ahead with a little laugh, leaving her things at a workbench, before she joined the others along the rows of vines looking for the perfect pumpkin to carve. The young woman smiled at the group as she knelt down to check and some of the younglings tried to get her to use the more lumpy gourds. She politely declined, but, only because no one wanted a lumpy pumpkin.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Seva bristled at the ghostly visage as it spoke, words formed on the tip of her tongue. How dare you! But, she'd also noticed that quite a few eyes had turned their way... no doubt because of her shriek. Instead of having an outburst here, among these good people, Seva merely waved away the young man's apology. She'd made enough of a scene for one day.

“No, no,” She started, glancing down at the pool of pumpkin spice caf at her feet. “A replacement won't be necessary.”

She sighed, it was no use crying over it. Seva stepped to the side, allowing space for others to pass by and she side-eyed the tall, shrouded form next to her. It was quite an elaborate get-up this man was wearing.

“It's a custom to dress up here for the festival, is it?” Seva asked, eyes narrowed slightly. “I've seen others in costumes.” But, they hadn't been sneaking about, scaring the unsuspecting holders of hot beverages.

As Seva turned her gaze back to the festival streets, she pondered which way to go next. Of course, she could always wander off alone, but where was the fun in that? Now, it seemed that she'd gained something of a companion or perhaps travel guide. He did owe her, after all. The young noble turned to the ghostly shroud, and nodded towards the market place.

“After second thought,” she started, looking up to find the masked-face. “I should like it if you replace by caf with... spiced cider, is that what it is called? I believe there are vendors down there.”

[member="Dusaro Dresari"]

 

[Silver Starlight]

"A double drawing this round," Ms. Martha smiled. "How very exciting." A few items had been given in multiples, such a very kind gesture indeed. After preparing the prizes for pick up, Ms. Martha turned to write the numbers on an old-fashioned black board. That way, the winners could stop by at their convenience to confirm their tickets. Clasping her hands together, she continued to watch the flow of festival goers. There were even some in costume, that was just splendid. After all, they would also be awarding a prize for the best costume later in the day.

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[The winner is number 16: [member="Charlie Nooran"] AND number 22: [member="Varindar Asyt"] ]​

Upon claiming the prize, each winner will receive a loot-filled pumpkin -- with a ticket to claim one of these.]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: FOOD

The Harvest Festival was here, a first for Josh and his family. So of course he had brought Jason. At her request, he had also come with [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and the lot had arrived as a group. Knowing what was going to get Jason's attention first, Josh decided to let the child stuff himself as the group would first make their way toward the food areas.

"Try it Jason, it's called corn on the cob" Josh would offer as he handed one of the samples to the child, who stared at it, then at him. Josh took another in turn and held it between his fingers, and began digging in with quite the appetite. He hadn't had a chance to eat much today himself, he'd been focusing more on work and on Jason. When Jason saw what his father was doing though, he didn't hesitate to try and hook his fingers around the corn to imitate him and began trying to mimic the exact way he was tackling it.

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Town Square [Candle Vendor]​

In the Company Of: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

Wearing: This ​

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Silvery eyes flickered over the autumnal festival with a certain level of curiosity. She was dressed wholly in white with a hood that she let sit around equally moonlit hair. The bottoms of her cloak and attire were slowly turning colors from dragging along the damp ground, but, she didn’t seem to mind. The Confederacy had been invited to attend this particular event with the Silver Jedi and as an Exarch she could not refuse. There was also a hope, deeply hidden, that she might once again see an old friend. [member="Stephanie Swail"] had always been dear to her.

It bothered the young woman to go without her. To not know of her whereabouts was disconcerting.

In the meantime, amongst buried, secret things, did she watch crisp copper leaves fall from trees. The clouds kept overlapping each other with a stubborn sun peeking through. It wasn’t particularly cold with so many layers of clothing on but she could still feel the air nipping at her cheeks. It left them with a rosy hue the spoke of warm-blooded creatures who thought they could brave the chilly air without repercussion. “They have candles.”, she murmured to the man beside her, taking in the heavenly, cinnamon-sweet scent that wafted from the vendor in question. Her words were ice, laden with apathy, but for her companion…They would not seem so cold. “Can we?”

Her slender digits were with twined with those that belonged to [member="Aryn Teth"]. Their affections were silent aside from a simple, discrete, touch of fingers, but it spoke volumes. Srina had never been one to endorse public displays of affection and had shied away from it ever since they’d taken his terrible junker-ship to Eriadu. Things had changed. She had asked for time. He had given her that.

In return for his patience, she gifted him what she could without feeling as if it might break her. Aryn was a source of strength and stability. He was also a source of earthshattering weakness. His well-being meant everything to her. It impeded her judgment, left her focus colored, changed, by his predicaments. When he was in trouble she had a tendency to drop everything to ensure he returned to her. He belonged, with her. And she with him.

Primrose lips curved into a barely-there smile as she picked up a glass container full of honey-bee-yellow wax. It held the scent of banana nut bread and something else. It was nice. And certainly smelled better than anything Srina had ever tried to make in the kitchen. Unthinkingly she held it up to Aryn, expecting him to test it, all the while maintaining that one precious point of contact. It wasn’t much. Just fingers, and hands, that were meant to hold. But it was enough.

“These smell like namana berry.”

She seemed muted. Dull. Lifeless. There was nothing about her that would scream Sith, or Confederacy, save for the fact that the Dread Queen held hair of snow and eyes of steel. It was the little things that most wouldn’t see that made her a living, breathing, person. It just took time and a keen eye to see it. Or in the case of the former-Jedi at her side, a Force Bond, in which he could feel how enamored she was with this outing. Their time together was short. Always.

Srina never took it for granted.

 

[Eugen Aker]

"A corpse... should be left well alone.​

Oh, I know very well. How the secrets beckon so sweetly.​

Only an honest death will cure you now.​

Liberate you, from your wild curiosity..."
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The Echani was a bloody mess, soiled clothes dripping all over with the (fake) stuff, but when each drop fell, it didn't land on the ground in a puddle, but swirled around her as a fine mist. Her face had been drained of what little color it had to start, while her bright silver eyes were clouded over from cataracts.

The only sign of life was a crimson stained smile as she held her flaming Jack-o'-lantern, blood dribbling over both corners of her lips.

Yet the gory visage didn't seem to stop an army of younglings from gathering around.

For the walking corpse carried a seemingly endless supply of free candy in that Jack-o'-lantern.

Full-sized candy.

That easily made her one of the most popular figures in the marketplace. Maybe a little too popular, as the younglings were beginning to press her from all sides! It would be a sad time when she had to go, but the Grandmaster was determined to visit every corner of the festival grounds, until she finally ended her circuit at the Great Pumpkin.

A familiar aura made her look up from the costumed younglings tugging on her cloak. Of in the distance, she saw Srina garbed in a ghostly white cloak. She offered a wave and light psychic nudge to acknowledge her Confederate counterpart, an invitation to mingle if she cared. Then she returned back to tending to the younglings at her side, trying to figure out when to make the difficult decision to finally peel away.

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Madalena wasn’t really a corn on the cob type of a person. Corn was a vegetable and all vegetables were known to be the wrong kind of evil. Instead, it was the smell of meat turning on a spit that drew her attention. Her appetite might have been weird with her hating bread stuff, sweet stuff, and coffee, but if there was something the woman loved, it was good meat. She was even an expert herself on preserving it and turning into a wonderful mass of delicious meals.

She’d arrived at the harvest with both Josh and Jason, glad at the opportunity for a little bit of time off. In between her missions and the dramatic turmoil that had become her personal life, running off to wherever Josh and Jason were seemed to always be a little island of stability and serenity. Well, most of the time, anyway, and still, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Madalena giggled as she saw Jason trying to the way his daddy did. “Do you like that, Jason?” she asked with a wide grin.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

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Having finished her brief snack of a caramel apple and warm cider, Drystan had wandered the festival for a brief while before finding herself in the Town Square. There was much hustle & bustle to be had..​

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Nearby, younglings scampered back & forth. As she watched, a smile on her lips, the blonde Jedi Knight felt a pang of wonder.. finding her mind wandering to places she'd rather not tread. She enjoyed the laughter and innocence of little ones - she hadn't been given much of a chance at a childhood, and loved seeing others enjoy theirs; however, thoughts of a child of her own couldn't have been more unwanted. With the life she led, such was not to be...​

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For now, anyway.​

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The Jedi Agent, ever-watchful, had positioned herself to one corner, allowing herself the time to watch & listen. Nearby, she could perceive a glimmer of power - well-concealed to others, perhaps, but the Jedi Sentinel had become a master of her perceptions; [member="Srina Talon"], Exarch of the Confederacy, was present in their little gathering. Allowing herself a smile, Drystan moved her attentions elsewhere. Nearby, surrounded by an absolute mob of younglings, [member="Jyoti Nooran"] was dressed in the most remarkable (and morbid) of disquises, eliciting a laugh from the Senior Knight. "Now that's what I call embracing the season..." She spoke softly to herself. A large inflatable pumpkin, worn by [member="Charlie Nooran"], barreled toward a great & deathly steed with a Deathknight atop it; [member="Finley Dawson"], though Drystan wouldn't know it at the time.​

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[member="Zak Dymo"]'s performance had not gone unnoticed, and Drystan had placed herself somewhat close to the youngling's energetic performance - partially to conceal herself through the Force, as well as allow the young Nautolan to draw attention to himself and keep it from her. It was a habit of the professional spy, and one not easily broken. When the youngling finished his performance and took a break, Drystan slipped into the crowd, moving as one with the group until she found herself closer to [member="Jyoti Nooran"].​

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Drawing the Force around herself, Drystan closed her eyes, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her from head to toe - conjuring a powerful illusory image, seeing herself in her mind's eye clothed in black with a green face and a long pointed hat... a creature of myth.

With a great cackle of laughter, she approached Jyoti's gathering of younglings, waving her arms wide. The illusion would not fool many of the adults, and would certainly not fool a Jedi - Drystan was only seeking to surprise the gathering of younglings and give them a fright.​

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"Hello, my pretties! Come to see some candy, eh?! Perhaps I'll jelly your bones! Hahahahahahahaha!" ​

 

[Charlie Nooran]

A voice Charlie recognized spoke to her and Finley was looked past for the moment. Elizah had decided to not wear a costume and was already starting with the posh tone she usually had with the Padawan. Charlie smiled, but secretly wanted to pummel her for the sarcasm. Twisting her hips slightly she showed off more of the costume to the girl. “I’m a pumpkin and basic girls like you like me in a coffee which we can get you if you want.” Charlie continued to smile as she patted her air-filled costume happily.

She felt Jyoti in the distance, but it wasn’t the fact that the woman appeared that made Charlie perk up. It was the scent of the full sized candy bars. During this time of year, everyone gave those tiny little mini bars – ones that only teased you with the flavor. Jyoti knew what the kids wanted and she fully delivered. Looking towards Elizah, the padawan sighed. “You didn’t even dress up. That’s okay, we’ll get you a sheet closer in the market. You can’t get candy without a costume.” Reaching out, Charlie grabbed Elizah’s hand and dragged her along. Charlie shouted to Finley that he should come along too and get candy.

“Even if you don’t want candy Elizah, you can get it and give it to me.” Charlie waved towards her Master and the spooby knight she had only met a couple of times. As she moved closer she found a table cloth and snatched it quickly, her hand offered I to Elizah. “Put it on we’re getting closer to the candy!”

“Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” The padawan shouted as she drew closer, it was her first time dressing up and celebrating the month. She had only heard rumors and had read things about the fall and the adventures of dressing up and collecting candy. Charlie knew that this holiday was going to be her all-time favorite – maybe after Life Day, once she sees how people outside of her old temple celebrated it.

[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Finley Dawson"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro noticed the momentary flash of annoyance that the young woman had at the situation, though she calmed down quickly enough so it was all fine, for not at least. He nodded somberly at her acceptance of the loss, all the while trying to contain his sides and not burst out with an amused chuckle.

"Very well then and yes it is. A little affair they have going on for the festival, decided to join in. Though you were the first person to get that surprised by it." The last part he couldn't quite keep the amused tone out of his voice.

"Mmm, spiced cider? I do believe there is indeed a stall further down the way that has some. I smelled it when i passed by earlier." Dusaro said, motioning for her to follow him. Since she decided she wanted to get something and seemed like she might be sticking around with him for a bit, Dusaro figured it would be best to go ahead and introduce himself.

"I am Dusaro Dresari, may i have the pleasure of knowing who it is i am with?" She wasn't anyone he recognized, but she also did not seem like she was from here. Didn't quite give off a 'Jedi' feeling either, so he was curious.

[member="Seva Geroux"]