Act II: A Trip To Wonderland

[Tefka]

GALACTIC EVENT​

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MASKS OF MADNESS​

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Overview​

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Group 1: Festival of Light

Festive lights adorn the treetops as masses of people gather in an open clearing within the outskirts of Yuska Forest. The ocean breeze carried in a night temperament throughout the area, and the night sky was afire with glittering stars. Children's laughter was heard as many played in the open fields, and many more held hands and laid out blankets. The overall tone of the night was one of peace, one of love, one of celebration.

The wars had ended, and people en masse on Ralbun Island were gathering to celebrate it.

You walk towards this group just as they're beginning to light the fireworks.


Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

Candles adorn the halls of the Citadel as many stand in line to get their passes checked. You hold your own particular pass in your hand, and whether or not you have a date with you dictates whether the +1 block is checked or not. The Citadel of Thorns is vast and beautiful - it stands tall upon the skyline, majestic and ancient. You feel very peaceful towards those in line with you - though you'll undoubtedly see faces among them that you used to recognize as enemies, you understand that this is no longer how things are. The wars have ended. Peace has finally come to the galaxy.

You raise your mask to your face and prepare to enter the Banquet Hall to join those dancing and socializing inside.

 

[Emily Vani]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

Emily approaches the banquet hall with her eyes darting everywhere, taking in faces, smells, and any other sight that meets her eyes. All was in good decorum and she strolled to the doors, adorning her mask which she had spent a few minutes rechecking just to make sure it was all proper. Her Dress furled about her with an elegance that she wasn't quite used to.

Entering the hall, she finds more people dancing and enjoying themselves. Her eyes aren't looking around as frantically as they were earlier. Peace and a warm radiance has filled her upon entering the room. Tonight was a night to make small talk with those she didn't know, and explore others for who they were. Everything felt..."right". In the broadest sense.

 

[Desmond Voralis.]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Desmond casually adjusted the cuff of his coat as he walked towards the group. It'd been years since he'd worn clothing so fine, but even now he had to admit that the attire of a Serenno noble suited him, even if he'd never really wanted that role. The cape especially fit in such a dramatic fashion it couldn't help but appeal to his sensibilities. He chuckled slightly to himself, observing the playing children and mingling peoples from all across the galaxy. It felt... refreshing, attending a gathering without the ever present awareness of who might be armed or planning to do harm.

After all, no one would ever do such a thing here.

He smiled slightly, giving a nod and wink to a well dressed young woman as he walked past on his way towards refreshments. A slight chill ran up his spine, but surely that was only the night air...

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

He walked calmly in with a mask over his face, something simple and plain, black on a black suit that seemed to be normal in the outer Galaxy. This was his first time away from Iferetes for such a prolonged time and he was curious as too who he would meet at this Ball without actually meeting someone. It was an interesting concept, to meet those around you without knowing who it is that you met. He stood still now and crossed his arms behind him, his deep blue eyes scanning over the area as he stood there silently.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Group two Citadel of Thorns​

What a lovely affair, all he could ever hope for peace had been achieved throughout the galaxy, he felt as though the living Force had indeed finally brought about the perfect balance for all the galaxy. With a joyous heart on the verge of pure ecstasy, without a doubt the galaxy had been marching towards this moment from the moment of creation. How fitting a masquerade ball for this celebration of peace, no sides, no faces, just friends we haven't met yet.

Donning his http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/81/f6/15/81f615b245049225c38649a571f45228.jpg] mask Sargon entered the ball feeling light as air. His card marked him as alone but perhaps somewhere in here he could find a dance partner yet. For a moment as he looked around something tugged at the corner of his mind, a sensation he'd normally have paid more attention to, but how could he be bothered with such a thing on such a glorious day.

 

[Vulpesen]

Group 1: Festival of Light


Vulpesen smiled as he took in the surroundings. This was a beautiful place and he could sense Ace's agreement as the Ashlan wolf perched on his shoulder. "Well... this is interesting." One moment he was at the temple and now, he was at this strange place, adorned in a strange costume which sported five tails and a fox head helmet. "Interesting indeed." Still, as strange as it was, he felt that this was a good palce to be and thus he followed the crowd. If something was wrong, he was perfectly comfortable with finding out the hard was as usual.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns
Rianna stood in line her dress fit her exceptionally well through the bodice until the hips, then it flared out with the alternating patterns of black and white. Her right hand held her mask, she had played with it slightly twirling it one way then the other, her left hand held her invitation. She had kept looking down at it +1. It was a masquerade would she recognize plus one, would they recognize her. And why had they not come together?

The Fortress gave off a pale glow of gold, the hint of firelight caressed the sky, only once she was inside would she know if it was in truth firelight. The tiny steps taken forward, as the line moved gave her time for reflection on her dress, and appearance. The gloves started at her elbows covering everything until her fingers, not very well designed for a Jedi who practiced the skill of psychometry. Her Empathy skill were also careening about absorbing emotions from around her, everyone was so happy, so relaxed so....devil may care.

The way into the Fortress neared, Rianna wondered should she step out to find +1, or go inside and hope +1 found her in the crowd.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Group 1: Festival of Light
Scantily clad in a gold lined bikini and a flowing see through skirt, Anaya almost skipped towards the crowd, uncharacteristically happy. Peace was not something she celebrated, she thrived in chaos. Yet here she was looking to mingle and enjoy herself. No hidden motive, no stalking of prey, just laughter, fireworks and friends.

The fact that Anaya had no friends, only acquaintances or rivals didn't seem to cross her mind in such a bold thought. Instead, it hummed at the back of her mind like a fly that persisted on hovering by your ear. Just like the fly, Anaya kept swatting it aside.

 

[Mysterious Figure]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

Music fanned the air, dancing with exotic scents and cool spring breezes. Thousands were in attendance already, each given a mask to wear as they entered the Citadel. Each mask was beautifully crafted and seemed to be a perfect fit, no matter who they were given to. Amongst the crowds swept a figure with a most peculiar mask. He said nothing as he passed by. Any who attempted to follow him would find themselves suddenly staring at him before a couple obscured their vision of him and then he was gone. Yet it didn't matter. The music that played was the finest in the galaxy and the stars themselves gave their light for the ball. No one could muster feelings of hatred or sorrow amongst the crowds. This was the Masquerade Ball! To be here was to be held in the arms of rapture and decadence.

And through it all, one man watched.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Festive lights adorn the treetops as masses of people gather in an open clearing within the outskirts of Yuska Forest. The ocean breeze carried in a night temperament throughout the area, and the night sky was afire with glittering stars. Children's laughter was heard as many played in the open fields, and many more held hands and laid out blankets. The overall tone of the night was one of peace, one of love, one of celebration.

The wars had ended, and people en masse on Ralbun Island were gathering to celebrate it.

Why was he here? Josh pondered this as he looked down at his garb. That of a Nabooian citizen... Why was he wearing this? If he went to Naboo, he was in Jedi robes or his casual attire, as he'd been for his... Uhh... Date or non-date or whatever it was with @[member="Tallia Farn"]. Regardless, he felt... Happy for some reason. When he came back to his senses, he was sitting on a chair, sipping some wine. Was this the cause of it? Did he go out drinking or something?

He looked around in hopes of seeing anyone he knew...

 

[Kitt Solo]

Group 1: Festival of Light

The red dress hugged her curves and well-toned core but still offered plenty of space for weapon concealment. Ain't no way a Fringe High Council member and bounty hunter showed-up at any shindig weaponless. The Southern Corellian was raised better than that.

The ocean breeze whispered across the low back the dress offered. Her footwear matched more of the surroundings, a simple pair of sandals that made it easier to maneuver the sands of the beach. Burnt-chestnut strands of hair tickled her bare shoulders as she tipped her head up to look at the fireworks lightning up the night sky like a bunch of multi-colored firefolk.

Myrtle-ellipses looked away for a moment, to pan across those gathered for familiar faces.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Disguised as another reveler by the name of Amora D'vyne, the Vahla stood beside a balcony overlooking the Festival of Light congregation. She wore a red dress to go inline with the lace black mask she wore. It was more of a decorative piece than anything, but suited her purposes just fine.

For now, she simply... waited.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

GROUP 1: THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS

Holland the Holodroid arrived as one would expect a holodroid too, as a hologram. He was currently disguised as some foreign dignitary that no one could quite place, but seemed to have the posture and clothing required to be a man of importance somewhere. Those who could see through holograms or feel his Forceless presence might be suspicious, but Holland wasn't here to cause trouble.



Yet.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

The low back gown clung to Rosa's delicate form, dark eyes blinking from behind a matching mask. She couldn't the last time she had been to such a grand affair. She felt elegant and beautiful, a rare moment of self pride that gave her walk an extra bounce of confidence s shanded er pass over and swept nto te hall with the rest. She offered smiles and small inclining of her head to people who seemed familiar and yet she couldn't recall any of their names. Perhaps its just the masks...

What did it matter? She was here to celebrate...something...

 

[Rexus Drath]

Group 1 Festival of light

Walking up behind Vulpesen was the former imperial knight turned Inquistor, Rexus Drath. Standing there he looked to the kid and waved. "Sup Vulps, been a while." Rex met the kid during that fraked up carnival game that they barely escaped with their lives from. Any given day Rex would gladly kill a Jedi dog that served as a puppet for the republic. But Vulpesen was different, Rex respected him and was honored to see him as a knight now. The kid deserved it and now of days during this flimsy time of peace he could use it to get some down time and talk to Jedi instead of trying to murder them.

He had beat knights on O'reen and killed republic troops but that was something he didn't take pride in. "Beautiful night." he said to the Jedi knight chuckling afterwards. This place was pretty great and he didn't question why he was here. But all that mattered was that he was here now. @[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen turned back to see @[member="Rexus Drath"], he remembered him alright. The man had called him a space hippy several times during that conflict and was rather helpful in the Shadow's survival. "It has, and I must agree with you on that second comment." As a child of Amar, Vulpesen had a special respect for the stars, something that also gave him an inclination to prefer the night over the day. "You got any idea whats going on here and why I'm in this thing?" He was referring of course to the festival and his costume. he was'nt complaining, but as a shadow, his job was to uncover secrets so his questions would only be natural.

 

[Verz Horak]

Group 2

Verz stood in line with @[member="Ordo"] and @[member="Arla Balor"] , waiting to get into the masquerade ball. He wore his armor and ceremonial cape, both freshly cleaned, and in the case of his armor, polished. Verz was glad to know that he and Arla could actually have a real date together, though he was a bit disappointed that there would be no more wars. Wars were part of Mando culture, after all. But if the galaxy was happy, then he was too. He was filled with a sense of calm, but for some reason, deep down, something felt off. Something....something deep within the core of who he was, but the feeling faded after a moment.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

The mask was not what she had been expecting and standing there Basaba had a grin on her face through it all. Plenty of time to enjoy herself and get drunk later for now she just kept her helmet on her waist clipped while looking through a Guy Fawkes style mask around the place wondering if there was someone she was supposed to dance with or do anything. For the first time she felt out of place or even worse wishing she had listened to Aeron about whatever she was trying to teach her in the Protectorate.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

Arthur went over to a window now, looking out it while he leaned with some kind of wine he had missed the name of, pushing up his mask her took in the fresh air and let others have a good time with formallities and high society speeches. He took another breath and drank from his glass as he smiled, he felt tonight would be a night to remember he just wasnt sure how it would end is all.

 

[Alan]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns


His eyes blinked, as he moved forward. His Jedi robes had been replaced with some finer attire, and he couldn't remember how he got here, truthfully. He was alone, so his pass had left the +1 box unchecked. He smiled, and walked forward as he was let in. The beauty of the place was immeasurable, but he found himself rather...cautious. Something felt off, something felt like things weren't as grand as they seemed. It didn't mean that he didn't necessarily need to not have a good time, for now, at least. But he was weary, especially in this environment. The young Jedi sauntered past a group of Mandalorjans, @[member="Verz Horak"], @[member="Ordo"], and @[member="Basaba Willamina"]. He glanced around, and then took a small sip of his water, his eyes glancing about the room.

No alcohol for this Jedi.