Arkuhn Charity Raffle

[Alric Kuhn]

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The massive dance hall was crowded with dozens if not hundreds of faces. Each of them wore some kind of finery, a nice dress, expensive jewelry, a mix and match of both. Alric knew some of the faces in the crowd, he could even name them. Some he had not seen in quite some time, other's he'd met up with quite recently. All of them however were here for a good cause, and all of them were more then welcome. He watched from the small stage, his eyes trying to find Danger among the crowd. When he eventually spotted her he motioned for her to join him upon the stage.

It was rare as of late to see both Alric and Danger out in public, mostly because of their new daughter, Myra. The little girl tended not to do all that well with both Alric and Danger gone, but tonight they had gotten lucky. One of Myra's sisters, Rose, had ventured home for a visit from the outer rim, and she had volunteered the babysit the little girl for the night. That allowed the two corporate Titans a bit of freedom, freedom enough to attend and put together this raffle.

He smiled as Danger stopped alongside him, her arm hooking around his as he leaned forward and began to speak into the microphone. "Welcome Ladies and gentlemen."

There were still more people to come, but Alric figured that there was plenty already here for him to make a small announcement. The rest could be welcomed in person, or they would just feel left out, either way they had already paid, that's what mattered tonight.

"I'd like to thank you on behalf of both myself, and Danger for coming tonight." He motion to his wife who took a small dip. "Tonight we gather to hand out free stuff in the name of good works in the galaxy. Each of you have purchased a ticket for a chance to win one of our wonderful prizes and though some of you may be here just for that, we appreciate your donation anyway. The Eve Foundation and Arkuhn Medical are working hard and your donations tonight will see that both organizations continue to thrive."

There was a small smattering of applause.

"Thank you, and please enjoy your night. Remember, there's no limit on the open bar." That got a few laughs, Alric smiling at the crowd before slowly turning to the right and heading off stage. It was time to mingle.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

With his father droning on and on about business in the southern end of the galaxy to a rather pallid looking Pantorian businessman, Makai had excused himself in the name of finding some refreshment. Adjusting his shark-print necktie, pale eyes looked about on the event space floor. It was a sea of folks mingling about. Fake laughter. Bragging rights.


Finally spotting the open bar (presumably they had non-alcoholic beverages), Makai moved towards the edge of the crowd in order to make his way over easier. There was an ulterior motive, looking for his newfound friend [member="Myra Elspeth"] .It was hard to see around all the adults, but Makai didn't even spot her onstage. Perhaps she didn't come. Or she was hiding out in a room somewhere on the property. He'd have to ask Miss Ar-cen-now about her whereabouts.


Or....he'd have to go on an adventure and poke around on his own. There was enough security in the building to choke a bantha, it would be stupid for someone to try to kidnap him or try anything else. For now though, he would scout out the open bar for a kid friendly drink.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Another night, another party. Social gatherings seemed to be at the center of Marzena Choi’s life at the moment. Not that it was a problem; it was quite the opposite in fact. However, tonight’s event wasn’t just another fancy display for the rich and powerful... well, it was, but the fact remained that this party would benefit Eve Foundation and Arkuhn Medical. While many that had paid the ticket price for a chance at the lavish raffle, Marzena was not here simply for the prizes alone.

While the actress and singer was quite well known in First Order space, most notably around Bespin, where she currently made her home, the galaxy was large and there was still a large market that remained untouched. She recognized that this would be a very nice networking opportunity, especially with Alric Kuhn and Danger Arceneau as their generous hosts. She knew their names well; was there anyone in the galaxy that didn’t? She would certainly do her part to mingle; after all, she always did like to have friends in high places. Marzena also didn’t overlook the fact that this charity event could give her a chance to cultivate a more altruistic image, the media would love that.

Despite her ulterior motives for coming, all of the proceeds were going to a very good cause, and she couldn’t argue with that.

She passed gracefully through the doors in time to catch the end of Mr. Kuhn’s speech. Tonight her slender figure was clad in a red satin evening gown that swept the floor as she walked. Her dark tresses were styled classily, most of her hair pulled up and away to accentuate her bare neck and shoulders. Marzena’s makeup had been applied flawlessly to enhance her fine complexion, featuring long dark lashes and lips that had been painted perfectly. The celebrity stood with a straight and confident posture, but not so much that she looked stiff or ridged.

Marzena entered the crowd with a bright smile, completely undaunted by the fact that she had arrived without a date. It was certainly nice to enter on the arm of a man, but it wasn’t something she needed to feel secure. Her first stop was the bar, and a moment later she was ready to make the rounds with a flute of champagne in her delicate hand. She stood next to the bar for a moment, sipping from the flute and let her dark eyes wander the crowd.

 

[Matreya]

Valashu Elahad, owner and proprietor of Merr-Sonn Incorporated, found himself signing on the dotted line a few times. Many came for the opportunity to meet the legends themselves, but in the long run, Val came for the chance to offer charity funds that he himself had access to. One of the best things about MSI was the continued charity drives that basically never ceased.

It was in the company's description.

Currently he finished his signature to donate a million and a half credits, alongside an agreement of more if ever the need arose. This wasn't usually something he did, but he trusted that people so known as these two, wouldn't be found swindling those assisting their endeavours. He could be wrong, but he woild like to believe. That was worth it wasn't it?

"Thank you, sir." The man whom held the datapad finally stepped away.

Valashu nodded, reaching into his blazer pocket. Out came the now entirely to common silver case that held his Rokna Blue laced cigarettes. Freeing one then found it between his teeth. As he flipped the lid of his lighter, before striking the flint, he held up a hand with palm open and facing his eyes. A thought allowed the gear recently placed into the muscles just above his wrist to kick start.

Immediately a holodisplay came to life over the opened appendage. Now taking a moment to light his cancer stick, the man inhaled a long slow breath, all the while eyeing the screen that was currently reading data off from his computer systems back home on Tera Lush. Luckily his installments came with a permanent link to said hardware.

"Huh." Valashu muttered a puzzled sound.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray had arrived at the event dressed up in his actual quality suit. He had a on a dark blue button up shirt with a gray vest over it and a pair of gray pants on. He had a gray jacket over the shirt and a dark blue tie on. His shoes were not actually dress shoes however but an expensive pair of leather boots, which matched his expensive leather belt that looked exactly like his boots. He had his light saber Whisper on him with the hilt strapped across his lower back where it would not be seen. The gentle hum of the crystal inside of it singing to Gray and any other nearby force user was the only indication it was even there. He didn't bring it so much because he wanted to start trouble or expected any, but more because the little crystal had a bad habit of getting upset at him if he left it alone in his ship for a few hours.

Gray took a look around and saw plenty of business types and wealthy individuals. It seems this charity would be a great place to come and make some connections. It would be atleast if that is what you had come here for. Gray was trying to get his own company started up and should probably use this event to get some new connections, but that was not what he was going to do. He had come here to support a good cause, and that was what he was going to focus on. It was also just a plus that he might get something out of it.

Gray found the bar and headed over to it. He ordered himself a glass of whiskey and then turned to look towards the stage. As Alric began to give his speech, the glass was handed over to Gray. He took the drink from the barkeep as he listened to the speech by the host of the event. After the speech was finished, Gray set his glass down and clapped. It was a good opening speech. Seemed the evening might not be so bad if that speech was any indication. All Gray had to do now was wait for the raffle to start and for his friend [member="Lady Kay"] to find him in here.

 

[Kay-Larr]

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Kay had arrived not long after her friend, [member="Gray Raxis"] did. The speech by [member="Alric Kuhn"] had just began when she entered from the door. She stepped to the side and stayed in place while the speech went on. At least it wasn't a long one. She didn't know the man, but she did know of Danger, having just met her once. An open bar? Well she wasn't a drinker. Hopefully they had tea.

She weaved her way through the crowds, looking for familiar faces. It wasn't until she was at the bar that she saw Gray. Kay almost snuck up on him, but she was sure that she would have caught his eye first. "You sure clean up good. I must say that I was a bit surprised for the invite. But my mind has been elsewhere. How've you been?"

 

[50H31]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Five-oh sighed slightly as he adjusted his outfit. It was touch dramatic for his tastes, but his usual, faded robes wouldn’t have suited him at this venue. It was a charity event, and he was here to make a grand impression, after all. The Route’s Prophet had to maintain both civility and kindness at these proceedings. The droid wish he could as he walked in, the opulent decor impressive even by his standards. This place was every Ord Cestus [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]wasn’t.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] While his home was spartan, technical and industrial in its design, this area was palatial and grand. The architecture remind him somewhat of the palaces of Theed, the grand columns and tan granite-like structure giving way to green patina and white flagstones. And in here, such simple elegance was clothed in brilliant colors, expanding from green to red, and frankly, his photoreceptors were having a hard time differentiating all the tones of the tapestries and tablecloths. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]In hindsight, he had only come here on the oddest of coincidences. He had received the raffle ticket as a donation from a fellow on Ord Cestus, with a note saying “I can’t make this event, but I think other charities might take an interest in your work, Prophet.” He still didn’t know who had done it, or why they hadn’t told him. Still, who was he to turn down charity. He had read the list of various goods. He sincerely hoped that whoever won the custom droid would be a kind sort, but frankly, he had no real preference. He’d probably just commission a brainless body to be made, given the opportunity, and then transplant some poor combat droid who needed a chance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He watched as the others looked around, noticing the stairs. He was unsurprised, if a bit disappointed. After all, to most of the galaxy, he was simply a droid. He had no ‘soul’ according to many philosophers of the Force. He was legally closer to the table than the people sitting at it. However, he was free, and he had explained in his RSVP that he was a manumissed droid, so his host hopefully wouldn’t be caught unaware. He watched as a rather confused server approached him. “Sir, would you like a drink?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He turned. Sir. That was quaint. “You can call me Five, miss. Do you have Tea? I’m afraid I don’t drink, but the scent of a good brew still warms my circuits,” he said with a slight laugh. He had olfactory senses, mainly installed as part of upgraded biological and chemical detection package. He could small plagues, and caf. But for some reason, a good cup of tea reminded him of the Monks of Bao Duhr, of where he had learned to hone his spirit as well as his body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Errr, yes,” the young server smiled weekly. Some sort of near-human, Five thought. He wasn’t great at identifying species. Ity wasn’t as easy as droids, who were usuallly best identified by onboard equipment. Form and function were typically related to purpose. But evolution was random. And so was choice. Such as Five-osh willingness to wear blue robes and a green sash, or this server’s choice to pierce her nose while still wearing the stiffest suit possible. “I’ll see what he have at the bar, but it may take while.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]The programmed prophet smiled. “That’s fine, there’s a lot of thirsty people, and I’m the patient type,” he said with a cheerful lift of his tone. “Have a nice day, miss,” he said calmly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“You as well, Mr. Five,” the server replied with a smile as she headed back to the bar to put a kettle on. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Five-oh looekd about the crowd. Nice folks. It was time to mingle.[/SIZE]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

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To Dunames, her brand-new lilac dress, purchased from Quaint Gardens Beauty on Lipsec, during the maiden flight of the Lipstick Express, was the order of the day. By that point she had to look as dignified as she could while attending a ball and remove any crest or rank insignia of the First Order she might have worn on duty as the First Order's part-time tourism commissioner, a position that is rather far away from the First Order's spotlight. But man was [member="Alize Rosenheim"] a fantastic fashion designer to her eyes. She owned a business that brought in thousands of refugees daily to Eriadu and other Galactic Alliance worlds, at sometimes exorbitant cost to the refugees. Because she knows in her heart of hearts that refugees from the One Sith were far from the only ones that were needing help, she decided to attend the charity raffle, hoping to win, well, anything but a ship; she flew either Star Tours flights or Star Tours ships every single time. If she ever needed a personal ship that wasn't something Star Tours would still otherwise use in service, a Neimoidian Yacht would probably be the best bet.

And she wouldn't probably like to win a main battle tank either, since a main battle tank was first and foremost a land vehicle and she never seemed to spend any significant amount of time on any one planet at a time. But she mostly liked to drink alcohol that had strong alcoholic content, like Absinth Aing-Tii, or Nar Shaddian rum. She didn't quite drink as much alcohol as her Nar Shaddaa ground staff would, but clearly she would like to drink something other than these tihaars made from black lemons or muja fruits, which were commonly served on many a Star Tours flight. So she headed straight for the minibar before taking any chance at dancing.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

While Danger could certainly reign the role of hostess, it did not deter the slight bit of concern over if Myra was doing alright. While the youngling was doing better in the months under their care, she still had a few episodes now and then that would prompt a measure of worry for the Queen of Trade. [member="Makai Dashiell"] seemed to be one of the few beyond immediate family that seemed to comfort the little girl, but like a mother hen that Danger was, it was difficult to not be concerned. A small smile and nod would be passed to the various guests as Danger would slip her arm around Alric's.

"Some familiar faces." she would murmur, the pair wandering as they they made the rounds. "Some new." her green eyes would flick to those that were unfamiliar to her. Even before the wedding, Danger had taken a few steps back from the galaxy at large, letting [member="Aeri Vyn"] and [member="Alisha'ven"] lead the bulk of the Arceneau Conglomerate. Now, the few designated hours spent in business revolved around Arkuhn and the various charities. A nice change of pace to be sure.

"Do you think Myra is doing well?" came her murmur, following up on her true concern.

 

[Audren Sykes]

This was very much not his normal scene. Being formally dressed was a rarer occurrence, and he didn't normally keep company with the rich and powerful of the galaxy. Well, the powerful, but in a different sense of the word. And getting a ticket wasn't cheap, but on the flip side it was a charity event; the money was at least going to a good cause. Two of them in this case.

The point of attending this was not really what it appeared to be. Like Alric said, some were there for the prizes they might receive via the raffle, others really were there specifically for the charity opportunity. He applauded the latter in spirit, didn't much care for the former, but to each their own. He had to admit, some of the prizes would be nice things to own, but that wasn't why he was here. Rather, he'd decided to make an appearance to network. Many of those present were rich and powerful, and heads of state or companies. They were the people that made contracts or let others know what was needed. The kind of people he would need to know if Ceredir was going to keep expanding.

Well, for the moment. Hopefully he could find a good front-being for the company.

He'd been given the opportunity to donate to the prize drawing as well, everyone present had. He didn't make ships though, didn't have high-valued property to give away or even rare crystals or mechanical pieces. Even if they were useful, his devices were basic and couldn't compare with ships, vehicles, or crystals. He hadn't even bothered, as stingy or selfish as that might make him look.

But now he wore a smile as well as formal clothing. No Jedi robes, this was not the occasion for them. No weapons except his lightsaber, which sat horizontally on the back of his belt. He didn't actually expect to have to use it, but better prepared and safe than unprepared and sorry. It was hidden by the jacket he wore anyhow. The people he was conversing with - idle conversation, weather and sports and stocks - were a start. He thought he might recognize a couple people already, as unlikely as that was.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Scattering applause after the speech and the crowd and broken out into conversation and movement. Most folks were still arriving. Others moving to the open bar and the servers bringing around various bits of food. Makai had wandered off in search of a drink and that left with a pale Pantorian businessman. It wasn't important conversation, the type one made in such company. Banal topics that weren't libel to set off any dramatic reactions.


"You have to agree that the Republic is simply bleeding revenue at this point." The blue businessman reached up and adjusted his glasses. "Can you imagine the tax rates on corporations? Sandwiched between two Sith territories they are probably spending like mad on the military."


Judah nodded, wishing he had some type of alcoholic drink to nurse. It was great for times like this, when he wasn't sure where to go with the conversation.


"A boom for the private sector....military contractors. If one has their HQ and operations outside of their scope you avoid paying the taxes all together."


Ocean blue eyes scouted out Makai, finding his son edging along the outskirts of the room towards the open bar. The boy seemed to be looking for someone else well. Probably [member="Danger Arceneau"] if he had to guess. In the last couple of months the redhead was turning to a real mother hen, coddling over his boy.


"That's the key though isn't it? I doubt anyone willing to help them doesn't at least have a factory in their sector of influence..."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"I'm sure she's fine." He was more then sure in fact. Rose had never been...strong willed when it came to discipline. In general she was more the type to give in rather then to punish. With Myra of course that hardly mattered, the girl was about as likely to break the rules as a Sarlacc was to grow feet, but he knew that the younger Twin was likely busy feeding her sister candy of some sort followed by staying up all night instead of making her go to bed on time.

"Rose is probably stuffing her with candy." Alric told his wife, squeezing her hand gently. "Don't worry, we'll get home to a sugar rushed monstrosity."

He smiled, then slowly began to meander through the crowd.

There were quite a few people here, in truth more then Alric had actually expected to come. He and Danger had a way of making people show up, but it wasn't like this was an auction for some rare gem or a grand prize drawing, it was a simple charity raffle with things that were put in for fun.

Perhaps people just wanted to do good.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray was enjoying his glass of whiskey as he studied the crowd of people gathered for the charity raffle. This was some good whiskey he had been given. He was going to have to ask what it's brand was for future reference. It was his go to drink after all. Other than how good the whiskey was, he did notice something else. He knew a few people in the crowd, which was a little surprising to him. He could see his friend [member="Valashu Elahad"] and would have to go talk to him some time during the event. He also would need to talk shop with him some time as well, but that could wait until later when he wasn't participating in a charity. The other person was [member="Audren Sykes"] whom Gray had met back during the Free Colony days. They had met each other a few times while helping people with their tyrannical governments. The blonde haired man might not remember Gray, but it would be good to go say hello to him as well.

Gray had half of his glass drank when [member="Lady Kay"] spoke to him. She had a way of sneaking up on you, but that was not a bad thing. He turned to her and smiled. He quickly eyed her up and down before he said, " Thanks, but I think you look far better than I do Kay. You certainly can fill out that dress of your's very well. Better be careful or a fight will break out between a bunch of men trying to hit on you." He winked to her before adding, " I have been busy. Between politics, the force, and getting a company started I have been thrown around all over the place lately. I am sure you know how that is though. Oh and it was my pleasure to send you the ticket. I know how you like charity events, although this is looking more like a social ball than a charity raffle right now. I wouldn't be surprised if some people get a little too drunk and start making out in public." It wasn't really a joke of his on that last part. He honestly did think that might end up happening, especially with an open bar with this good of alcohol being served.

 

[Matreya]

Brushing back the hem of his blazer, Valashu slid a hand into his pants pocket, while the other continued to let the Holo float over it. That didn't last though, as a thought combined with pinching then expanding of his pointer finger and thumb let the screen expand much larger. As he absorbed the information, he sighed. Someone had broken into his accounts, and stolen some vital information.

In a room of potential thieves as it was, he wouldn't be caught dead thinking specifics of what was stolen however, as he didn't want the thought plucked from his mind.

A wave of the hand in front of the Holo made it vanish, and he brought both hands up to straighten his jacket. It was made of the finest silks, crafted by hand amongst some of his best stitchers and designers that he had to offer. To put it simply, he looked damn good. With a flourish, he refastened his cuff links, then turned to survey the party.

Across the way a bit, a familiar face caught his attention, seemingly noticing him simultaneously. Raxis, the man whom he had already been to combat with, as well as made contracts for mutual benefit between companies with. Plucking a glass from a passing waiter Droid, Valashu took a sip and nodded in satisfaction: old Corellian Gin. Not a bad drink, not bad at all. With drink in hand Valashu began to make his way toward an old ally that he hadn't spoken to in many months.

Reaching into his pocket he drew out the silver case within. Freeing a cigarette from within, he planted it between his teeth, then flipped the lid to his lighter to spark the cancer stick. Exhaling toward the rafters as he approached, Valashu held out a hand to Gray as he finally closed the gap between them.

"Gray. Long time my friend, how have you been?" He asked, then glancing at the beautiful woman the man spoke with, "Apologies for the interruption, Gray is an old comrade." Eyeing her a moment, confusion swept his across his features; he knew her, but whether in this universe or his own parallel, couldn't be ascertained.

"I am sorry, have we met?"

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay raised a brow as [member="Gray Raxis"] looked her over. She was surprised that he didn't ask her to twirl for him too. She smirked as he spoke of men fighting over her. With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head. "I don't know whether you are trying to flatter me or poke fun at me. I'm going for the latter. It is you after all. I'd expect no less from my brother's best friend."

She ordered herself a virgin drink while Gray spoke of his latest exploits. Oh yes, she knew all about being busy and pulled in different directions, as well as his prediction of how the evening will turn out. "As long as neither of us are the ones making out or getting drunk, we'll be fine."

Kay took her drink in hand and had a sip just as [member="Valashu Elahad"] arrived. She saw the confusion on his face. It was something that she was getting used to. Being out of the Senate for a while and out of the occasional media intrusion, she was getting recognized less and less. That wasn't entirely a bad thing. She bowed her head to the man with a small smile. "No apology is necessary. I had only just arrived myself. I'm Kay. And you are?..."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Marzena leaned against the bar for a moment, thoughtfully sipping her champagne. Her dark eyes had failed to spot anyone familiar, but the night was still young, and she would soon be meeting people left and right. She gently set her flute of champagne down on the bar and pulled a compact out of her clutch. The celebrity was very much about appearances, her line of work did require a certain amount of vanity, and when you lived life in the spotlight, you just had to be pretty. After carefully inspecting her makeup she pulled a golden tube of lipstick out and set about delicately dabbing on another layer of color. Tonight she had opted for a subtle nude color, opposed to the vibrant red that she usually favored. But as her dress was already such a strong shade, she didn’t want to risk looking garish.

Once she was satisfied with the state of her appearance, she took up her glass again and began to scan the crowd once more. There were several groups of people mingling about, no doubt partaking in the usual pleasantries and small talk. A few figures stood out in the crowd; among them was a tall man with rather striking blonde hair. And for a moment she thought she saw [member="Dunames Lopez"] slip into the ballroom, she would have to find her way over to see her later on.

Marzena took a few steps forward, but her attention was still focused on the other guests, and the side of her leg bumped into something. Or rather, bumped into someone. She turned her dark gaze down to see [member="Makai Dashiell"], and she offered him an apologetic smile. Despite the fact that she could often appear a bit haughty, she did have a soft spot for children... not that she wanted to think about having any of her own just yet.

“I’m sorry about that,” She said as she knelt down, “Are you alright?”

As she took in the boy’s appearance, his patterned necktie made her laugh softly.

“Oh my, you look very handsome in that tie.”

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Marzena Choi"]


Small frown crossed over his features. Iced azure eyes didn't spot his new friend. Maybe she didn't come along. Ellie didn't exactly grow up in fancy parties and she hadn't been with her new family for very long. Probably didn't want the pair running around and causing trouble anyways. Dad said he had to be on best behavior. Maybe because most of the rich folk in the room left their offspring with nannies and didn't want to be reminded they had to go back home to them.


The line at the bar was slowly moving and Makai was next in line. He wasn't sure what to get. Did it matter? Was the bartender going to serve him alcohol on accident? Maybe with his scales the man would think he was some odd, stunted alien species.


"Can I have a drink please?"


The bartender behind the counter looked him over before turning back to his work. Makai moved to the side so a second bartender could get to work with the man behind him. Some odd things were poured into a glass and soon enough he had a green colored drink in his hand.


He was just moving away when he bumped into a woman. Nothing incredibly jarring, no green drink was spilled.


"I wasn't paying attention, sorry." Makai quickly apologized. She didn't seem to be mad so far. A good sign.


"Thank you." A slight pause. "You look nice tonight too.."


Scale speckle hand came out in way of a handshake greeting towards the woman.


"Makai Dashiell, nice to meet you."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

“Alright…” she would murmur, her eyes scanning the crowd. While she trusted Alric, that nagging mother hen type tendency still had her a bit concerned. It was a fortuitous chance that then that she caught sight of a familiar mop of dark curls.

“[member="Judah Dashiell"],” her soft coo would float over the din towards the Salacia Consolidated CEO. A genuine smile of warmth and pleasure swept over Danger’s countenance then. If there was ever an individual who could say knew her true self beyond Alric, it was he.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes,” she beamed, full hipped amble taking the pair over to the man. There was kindness in her eyes, along with support. Judah had most recently go through his own version of the Nine Hells. Just thinking about it and who was responsible could make the Queen of Trade rather angry again.

If anything, she was very protective of Judah and Makai. Had time seen to a different path, well, who is to say where such paths would have taken them.
“Where’s Makai?”

 

[Dunames Lopez]

It would seem that Dunames runs into [member="Marzena Choi"] so often as to think that the Ubiquitorate sent her to watch over Marzena, and the success of the Lipstick Express did little to dispel that notion. Add to that speculation that Dunames' position as tourism commissioner was just a shell position created by the Ubiquitorate, despite the fact that she actually amounted to something in the little time she was in office in that capacity. Many people returned to Eriadu laden with cosmetics and other fashion accessories from a flight to Lipsec. But for some reason [member="Audren Sykes"] was passing by near the bar line. Whether he would actually go in line for the bar, he knew not. She was just waiting to get alcohol, whether it was mead, Nar Shaddian rum, tihaar or something else. Because she piloted herself, she couldn't drink beforehand, unlike some other guests may have been doing. As she spends the night on location, she can drink any quantity she wants and in twelve hours' time, she would be able to leave the planet at the controls of a ship.

"You look nice in that outfit, different from what I've seen thus far"

Dunames raised a brow when a visibly non-human (or wasn't some shapeshifter that could assume human forms) attendee approached her, with that person wishing to talk about how she could manage to evacuate so many One Sith refugees without attracting the ire of the One Sith. But she feels as if, somehow, even taking away hundreds of refugees in a pop amounted to emptying a city-sized sand dune with a teaspoon. She has a grand plan to do more; yet she couldn't get shipwrights to respond to her inquiries about the massive bulk freighters the next phase of the operation requires.

"By now even living on planets controlled by criminal elements beat living in One Sith territory if you weren't human"

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray chuckled at [member="Lady Kay"] comments. She never did give herself enough credit, but that was just who she was. It was probably also the reason why she could devote herself to charity and acts of kindness so fully as she did. She wouldn't need to worry about any men trying to aim for a one night stand with her though, not while Gray was around. She was like a sister to him, and he already proved once what would happen to anyone who even hinted at hurting those he cared for in any way. This time though it wouldn't be sending bounty hunters out after people, he would handle it himself.

Not long after their conversation started, Gray heard a voice he recognized. He turned to [member="Valashu Elahad"] with a smile on his face. He said, " Valashu, a pleasure as always. I have been busy. Lots of stuff has been going on. How about you? The same I imagine." He took another drink from his glass of whiskey. He seriously needed to get the name of this brand so he could add it to his stock in his ship. He also needed to probably add some tea to his drinking stock as well, because seeing Kay reminded him he still didn't have any. He decided to sit back and let the two others introduce themselves to each other and get a feel of each other. Never was a bad idea to sit back in the background a bit.

Gray looked around the event as he took a step back. Things seemed to be much as they had been before. Merchants were socializing with merchants. People were making a bunch of small talk with plenty of hints at deals to be made. It really was looking less like a charity event and more like a ball of some royal family. It made sense though. Danger fancied herself the Queen of Trade, and that kind of made the other merchants here her nobles. And it seemed the Queen was talking to a Duke right now. If the hostess was having fun, then things were going smoothly over all.