Asman ha'Qobbesh [Pride Festival] | All Welcome

[Iakar]

The sunrise above the waters of Zholla Colony was always a sight to behold. Today, the sun rose on one of the holiest days in the Moida culture. Today was the first night of celebrations in Asman ha’Qobbesh, which translated directly to Festival of Pride in the Uffoni tongue. For the sake of publicity, they broadcasted the celebration as Pride Festival to the greater Galaxy after discovering that there were other beings similar to the Twin-Souled of their own kind and those that supported their existence. Perhaps they did not idolize these members of society as the merfolk came to, but celebrations that uplifted similarities instead of differences was a true celebration indeed.

The next week was, at least to the Moida, a celebration of the Twin-Souled, Xava, and Sozin. To the beings that would flock to the sphere on the Scintilla, it was a celebration of being unique and, as the name suggests, proud of who they are. In the days prior to the start of the Festival, all of the citizens in Antar City, the capital of Zholla Colony, spent their time decorating the sides of buildings and skyscrapers and roads and street lights with colorful banners of any orientation, expression, and sexuality they could find in their research to make their home as welcoming as possible.

As people from all walks of life arrived on the Colony’s construct, they were greeted by Moida of all ages and clans and a rainbow of colors flying high around them.


OBJECTIVES

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The parade starts out with a bang, literally. Fireworks go off and a troupe of performers lead the way, dancing, flipping, and belting out the above song as people line the streets of the gleaming city. Ride a float and be a fabulous monarch, wave to your loyal subjects the people, watch the parade from the streets, find new friends to mingle with. Maybe come in from the party and find love at the main event!

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A mysterious person has laced all the drinks with love potions. Drinking anything in this objective will make your character fall madly in love with the first character they see with whom their sexualities are compatible. For the aces and demis, drinking beverages makes you fall for the first person you talk to with a great personality. The effect of the love potion will wear off at the break of dawn. Also, did we mention there’s a dance show? Dance to the music, cheer on the beautiful performers, and have fun!

Be sure to post your character’s pronouns, gender / gender expression, and sexuality so you can find a compatible dance partner!

Explore the beauty of Antar City, take a guided tour, go on a gliding excursion, shop in the largest malls on Zholla Colony! Do your own thing and enjoy the luxuries of the sphere!

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Spoiler: OOC Note

Pride isn’t just for the month that we designate for it. It’s a daily celebration for those of us within the LGBTQIA+ community and for our allies. We believe an official Pride celebration at the end of June as a reminder of that continuous celebration of being unapologetically YOU is a great way to showcase this. I (Kyrinov) plan to sub this celebration soon after this thread and, with the support of all of you (the writers), we can make hopefully this an annual IC celebration across the board and the Galaxy if it’s something that everyone enjoys. Happy Pride, Chaos!

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[Jai'galaar Gred]

Scherezade deWinter

Jai sighed a little as he sat to watch the parade. It was weird for him to see a celebration for this, mostly thanks to the fact that Mandalorians just didn't care who you loved. Nothing against it either way, but it just wasn't parade worthy. Not to mention he once again wasn't getting much sleep. The memories just kept coming back. His tactical droid friend EW-031 had even been berating him about sleeping at this point. She didn't know though.... He still kept most of it to himself, but it didn't help. He froze at Ryloth, he couldn't even get himself to go to Rodia, and he almost killed another young Mando.... And then the fireworks boomed.

The man fell out of his chair, and almost instinctively went to hide in an alleyway before realizing what it was. But.... Cannons had flashed in his mind. The Mando just shook his head. Even after his people had been freed recently... he felt like he couldn't go back yet. He couldn't explain it, but... Another bang, and another jump. Some warrior he was.

 

[Bella]

Wearing: X|x|X
Objective/Location: Say That You Love Me - Parade
K Kaine Australis

There was nothing like a parade to celebrate the gift of love in all of its diverse forms.

It was a rather lively one at that, and Bella quickly found herself cheering with the rest of the crowd as the parade began, staring in awe as the performers danced, played, and sung their way through the streets. As the floats passed her by, Bella took in as many of the rainbow-laden sights as she could. However, she was already beginning to feel somewhat thirsty, a light sheen of sweat appearing on her pink skin as the air within the sphere grew slightly warmer. With the line to the nearby drink stall growing longer by the moment, Bella decided not to take her chances and moved to get in the line before it became unbearably long.

Fortunately, the young man working that particular stall was quite fast, and before long the diminutive Togruta found herself near the front, just behind a towering Mandalorian with a green cloak flowing behind his armored form. For the time being, she didn’t pay him much mind, but it was still somewhat odd to see a Mandalorian in the Scintilla and as such he received a second and third glance from Bella as he walked towards a nearby balcony.

Innocent as she was to the politics of the greater galaxy, she had no idea that the man was the legendary Butcher of Eshan.

“Miss? Your drink?” The man at the stall suddenly spoke up, which made Bella realize that she had been staring at the Mandalorian for a few moments too long.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Can I umm...get a lemonade, with light ice and very light sweetener?” She replied as she handed the man her credit chip. “Actually, can I get three of those? I’m actually really thirsty.” Bella added, licking her painted lips as she spoke.

“No problem, miss. Please enjoy them and blessings to you!” The man replied as he handed Bella her drinks and her credit chip.

“To you as well!” Bella replied quickly as she left the line with her three drinks in a disposable tray. For a few awkward moments, Bella fidgeted as she struggled to place her credit chip back in her handbag with the large, drink-laden tray in hand. However, before long, she managed to accomplish the task, albeit with great demands on her dexterity. Unfortunately, it had left her feeling even more parched than before, and she immediately took a very deep swig from one of the drinks, downing the entire cold beverage in less than ten seconds before being left with a single empty cup.

From there, Bella proceeded to throw the cup in a nearby disposal unit, before quickly turning to look for a place to sit that was nearby. The abrupt motion very nearly caused her to stumble, an outcome made all the more likely by the white wedge “sneakers” on her feet. Fortunately, she managed to retain her balance, but for a brief moment, the world around her took on a swirling rainbow hue before quickly reverting back to normal.

Placing her hand over her chest, Bella took a deep breath. It was then that her sharp starfighter pilot gaze locked with the crystal blue eyes of the Mandalorian she had been standing behind only moments before.

To say the least, she was suddenly staring at the sexiest man in the galaxy.

 

[Bella]

Wearing: X|x|X
Objective/Location: Say That You Love Me - Parade
K Kaine Australis

If she had been a character from one of those ancient holo-sitcoms, Bella would have fainted.

Nevertheless, upon hearing the Mandalorian’s short, yet honey-sweet greeting, Bella felt like a character of that archetype. With her hand still clasped over her chest, all she needed to do was throw her head back dramatically and hang her mouth wide open in shock, before abruptly collapsing to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs. Fortunately, Bella remained quite conscious, but a long and awkward pause passed between the two heartstruck admirers as the diminutive Togruta wracked her love-addled mind for a response.

Any response.

“Y-you too!” Bella stammered out clumsily.

Yet another period of awkward silence filled the air, during which Bella found herself helplessly enraptured by the man’s kyber crystal-blue eyes, which captured her gaze like a tiny piece of iron drawn to a large and powerful magnet. Fortunately, Bella found another moment of clarity, and she realized how awkward it was for her to be standing there with a drink-laden tray in hand. Glancing down, she looked at her lemonade and smiled, before gesturing back to the balcony the Mandalorian had been sitting at only moments before, which conveniently had plenty of cool shade.

“I-I’m Bella by the way.” She continued. “I umm...” She paused. “W-what’s your name? Do you...want a drink?” She offered, extending the tray out to the Mandalorian as an expression of pure, unrestrained longing colored her pink features.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: The Festival
Wearing: Dress
Wielding: You really expect her to not have weapons stashed about?
Tags: Jai'galaar Gred

It was a day of celebration. Scherezade peeked at the crowds that had gathered, seeing everyone all happy and clad in colors. There had been a whole slew of reasons to celebrate lately, and while she felt like she was generally tired of it and wanted more of that whole fighting and having blood run down streets thing, she really couldn't really dislike this one.

There was food. There were drinks. There were wild colors and people dressed in things that Scherezade personally wouldn't dare wear in public even though she generally had no issues with going around practically naked sometimes. And still, while she looked for familiar faces, she saw none; most of the people who had shown up so far were part of the Moida, new people who had moved to the Scintilla and that Scherezade had thus had little contact with. She made a mental note to go visit the sphere that had been constructed for them.

Grabbing a drink from a nearby stall, Scherezade paused as she sensed something. Turning around, it was just in time to see Jai'galaar Gred move… Into an alleyway? She wasn't used to him being like that. He tended to be better at the whole socializing thing than she was, usually.

Grabbing two drinks then, instead of one, the Sithling tossed a few credit chips to the stall owner and made her way into the alleyway, and saw him jump.

"Fireworks sounding too much like battle pew pew's?" she asked with a gentle smile as she approached him, stopping a few feet before him, and leaned against the wall, drinks still in hand. "Are you okay?"

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Jai panted as he looked up, rubbing his temples some before he saw Scherezade deWinter walking up. He took a breath, and tried to put on a smile. He'd done this a lot recently, but somehow she saw through his "brilliant" attempt to look like he was ok. The Mandalorian sighed a little when she asked if the fireworks were too close to the sounds of war. He looked down and nodded before looking back out to the parade. He looked at Scherezade as she ask if her was ok, and wasn't sure how to answer. He wanted to say he was fine, but Jai finally seemed to realize how obvious it was getting.

"The honest answer.... Not really. I.... I just haven't been able to forget any of it...." He then noticed that the Sithling had not one, but two drinks. He eyed her a little, chuckling. "How much do you drink? Look like a Mandalorian at a cantina with no good stuff."

 

[Raymond Mosses]

Ray stepped off the ramp of The tiny Dancer followed closely by Thunderdome. "Thunderdome, were here to find Sal so keep an eye out for him. He owes me money. The starport seemed like it was overly busy for such a backwater place. All around him people were laughing and smiling and seemed overly loud. "T, what's going on here?" Ray Asked his droid companion. " "Beep boop buzz woooOOOOoooooo Whuuuuur" replied Thuunderdome as he spun around in a circle. "What is a pride parade?" asked Ray as the two walked out of the hangar door into a crazed celebration. "Boop beep whuuuuur beep booop boop woooooOOOOOoooo Beep." said Thunderdome as they looked around the area at the insane mix of beings. "I see," said Ray to Thunderdome. "Well Sal owes me money so I guess we will have to just push our way in and get as deep as we can into this crowd." Said ray as the took off down the street towards the center of the celebration. "Whiiiiirrrr Beep woooOOOOoooooooooooo" said Thunderdome with a long drawn out Ooooooooo then followed Ray into the crowd.

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

Dimitri was at the back of the float line up, working on the mouse droids that looked like Needle Interceptors, Ghost Fighters, and numerous other fighters that began to run around the large floats in the designs of the fleet. The mouse droids had a singular spring style launcher for the small carefully produced globes of rainbow dust and glitter. The globes would split open in a cloud upon impact, and it didn't take much to make them split once they left the launch tube.

One of the mouse droids launched a globe in practice, but smacked a technician in the face as Dimitri whipped around to the sound of someone cursing. "Hey hey hey. What-" The admirals words were shortly cut off by the technician.

"We talked about this! Center mass, not the face" The twi'lek snapped as the mouse droid made a curious sound. "Yes! This is a group of friends! Not enemies! You-" The droid made a confused chirp and the technician stomped a foot and waved their arms. "FRIENDS! NOT FOES!"

The droid made a confused series of chirps and whirs before seeming to clear the confusion as it shot the tech with another globe, center of the chest. Their mouth hung open a minute, defeat covering their face as their shoulders slumped. "Yep, you got it."

Dimitri shook his head, returning to working on the seats on the floats of each vessel, along with the buckets of globes that each had before telling someone to run the rest of the globes in buckets and other containers to the crowds that watched the parade to come. The lids were locked, a sensor trigger to release them when the Armada floats were coming through. Dimitri had made sure to let everyone know ahead of time the armada were going to place them everywhere, and what they contained.

He just didn't want anyone to get into them before the big faux war started when the Armada floats came through.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

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Sasmay was weaving through the parade to one side, watching with silent joy at the sights that were presented to the people watching. There was food, drinks, merry making, all of it. The warm feeling of people flooded with joy a new feeling for her to recognize, even if she had used a similar feeling to express herself to Domino. She had left guns and armor behind at her little claimed space of a house, the suit she wore something that her pilot of the Junker had commented on, and a number of that crew had seen fit to make sure she had something akin to it for this.

Dark hair tossed to one side, hands in pockets and a small smile graced her face. The typical draw of furrowed brows was missing this time, face not hidden behind a helmet and anger not in her this time. This was a time of celebration, of pride and coming together with one another. Not to mention the myriad of good looking beings that were walking around as Sasmay smirked at a passing group of mixed people.

There were drinks being handed out, and Sasmay stayed away from those for the time being. Bit early in the party for her to be downing something to make her loose her senses, or the outer jacket for that matter. A song came to mind about alcohol making clothes fall off, and Sasmay wanted to put that off for as long as possible.

 

[Domino]

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At this rate Domino was thinking that she should open a party supply shop. It seemed like these people did nothing else besides drink and fight. Streamers and guns would be what they sold and were probably called. Really these were her kind of people, or would have been back when she was in the rebellion before Jack Rikkerson kidnapped her for an apprentice. So much had happened since then she mused as she made her way down the busy parade route looking for some diversion for the evening. A lifetime ago she would have lost herself in the crowd in an instant, now it was irritating and jostled her.

Her usual green and black jacket was slung under-arm leaving her black tank-top bare, it was too hot to wear even if the thin straps left the burn scars across her shoulders bare, as she wove her way up the street. A quiet place would be nice, perhaps there was a bar or cafe with rooftop access or a balcony not already crammed with people waiting for the parade, so far everything she'd seen was packed or private. It was while looking for a place across the street that she saw a flash or orange in all the blues and greens of the locals. "Sasmay!" Domino held up an arm to help the other woman locate her. With a little luck the other woman would know of a good place to watch from, or at least get a drink away from all the noise.
Sasmay Cull

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Wearing: X|X
Objective/Location: Say That You Love Me - Parade
Sasmay Cull Domino

Ivixa had initially not planned to attend the festival, but with her family attending classes at the Lechner School of Galactic Possibilities, she had significantly more time to herself even with her demanding obligations to the Wild Hunt. Upon realizing that she could have time to go to the festival, Ivixa immediately cleared out her schedule, which comprised nearly an entire day of chores and errands performed on behalf of her technologically illiterate family. Then, the next morning, after quickly putting together a cute outfit, fixing her hair, and applying her makeup, Ivixa made her way to the festival.

Having lived in a crowded space for her entire life, Ivixa was quite used to large groups of people, but she had never once been to a party or parade with so many people dancing together in such a close proximity. In addition, her comparatively diminutive stature made it all the more difficult for her to navigate the area, given the fact that at her stature, she could only see other people’s torsos unless she angled her neck upwards. That wasn’t a problem at home, since everyone there was close to her height, but here it was. However, when she saw the two women ( Sasmay Cull and Domino ) she had trained with in the days leading up to the attack on Rodia (Unfortunately, a last minute change in orders had seen her deployed with a group of allied Mandalorians), Ivixa quickly moved towards them and waved to announce her presence.

“Sasmay? And...Domino?! You guys are here too? I-I-I, umm...hi!”

Ivixa supposed that it was quite an odd coincidence for the three women to meet up in the same area at almost the exact same moment in time, but she had already seen more unlikely events transpire in her short life, thus far.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: The Festival
Wearing: Dress
Wielding: You really expect her to not have weapons stashed about?
Tags: Jai'galaar Gred

For half a heart beat, Scherezade wondered if Jai would attempt to shrug her off with an everything's okay sort of a thing. It had been long enough since she'd joined the Agents of Chaos and her entire environment changed from people who couldn't stand her and constantly poked fun at her, into one in which she was actually appreciated. And still, when it came to all the social stuff, her old instincts often tried to kick in. Pushing them down was more often than not a very conscious thing she had to do, though she liked to think that she was getting better at it.

Instead of waving her off, Jai actually gave… An honest answer.

Scherezade sighed. At least until he noticed the drinks in her hand. The Sithling laughed and shook her head, walking the last few steps towards him, and offered him the drink in her right hand. "I used to be an alcoholic," she tried to smile, "I don't really drink anymore except on specific occasions. But I sensed you before I came here and I figured… It's a festival. We're all off duty. Maybe you'd want a drink."

With her foot, she kicked a few crates that were nearby them, and then hopped onto one of them, making herself comfortable.

"I know all about being unable to forget," she sighed, "That's how I became an alcoholic. But it never really helped, and things gradually went from bad to worse until I tried to off myself. It was… A very dark time."

A time she never wanted to relive again, even though it had given her a new and real sister, as well as a Jeid friend who was very close. And still. During those months, she had not even been able to shut the thoughts out, to stop reliving her traumas and the moments that broke her completely. The pain had grown louder and louder until she could no longer shut it out unless she was in the middle of direct combat. And then she'd failed in killing herself.

"So what are your demons?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light, "Don't suppose you named them the fluffy or something?"

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Scherezade deWinter

Jai was a little surprised when he heard Scherezade say she was an alcoholic. He never would've pegged her as one. He did smile a little when she said she'd figured he'd want a drink. He nodded before sitting down on one of the crates, and taking one of the drinks she'd brought. They looked like they were the same kinda drink at least. The Mando was also shocked to hear that she'd tried to.... He looked down not sure what to say. "I.... I never would've guessed that happened to ya.... It must've been...." He didn't know what to tell her.

Schere then asked about what his demons were. Jai looked up again, not sure how to answer, but he'd try at least. "I wish they were called that. They.... The months that me and my friends were on Concord Dawn, we were fighting. There were.... I.... I can't unsee the faces. Friends and Sith alike. The sounds, the smells.... The things I.... I'm not even sure you could call me Mandalorian anymore after some of it." He looked over, wondering what his friend thought of hearing that. He was still a little tense, but he was at least talking.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

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Sasmay did a twist when she heard Domino call to her, there was a quick glance at the Domino 's shoulders, but no mention was made of her choice in clothes, or about the other woman's shoulders. Sometimes comments about what some perceived as flaws on their own body, even with the best intention did more harm than good. Besides that, Sasmay wasn't one to point to such things, her own backside in questionable shape. She stopped again, looking about before spotting Ivixa Nera'kas coming to greet them.

It took a held breath with some quiet blinks from Sasmay to not say something to the short but curvy woman that joined them. She would have been lying to herself if she didn't up down both of her companions before speaking. "We couldn't be more a different group." The wide smile of the woman shown with joy. "Honors the celebration I suppose!" her words were laughed as she held her hand out to Ivixa and looked around them.

"Keep hold of my hand. People are a bit rambunctious right now and would be a shame to lose you in the crowds." Sasmay looked at her outfit again. "Even if that makes it a bit harder." Her attention turned to Domino with a smile. "What brings you both out? Was getting ready to find a quiet corner before you two found me."

 

[Domino]

"Yeah." Domino agreed with Sasmay as the three came together. "Heya Ivixa, how's it going?" The short alien's outfit was, yeah, wow. Daring came to mind. Though it covered more than most swimsuits so maybe cute was better. As for her scars, they weren't given a thought, she'd grown used to them after her decision to keep their reminder. Better to see how the others were doing after that mess on Rodia. At least her and Sasmay had been able to see each other through it all okay.

"Well I was looking for a place to watch the parade without so many people." She'd had to raise her voice now that they were on the move. "Though now I'm thinking a drink might be a better idea. Quiet sounds good." There was so much she wanted to ask the two of them, like what had happened to Ivixa after her reassignment or had Sasmay found a teacher yet? But she saved it for later once they could talk privately.
Sasmay Cull Ivixa Nera'kas

 

[Nighthaunter]

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Location: The Festival
Wearing: Suit
Wielding: Silent Blades beneath the cuffs of his suit
Tags: Madalena Antares

Nighthaunter had heard about the festival of pride taking place within the Zholla colony. And upon hearing this, he immediately decided that he would go as it was a good chance to unwind after the chaos that had taken place on Rodia. After being wounded during the fighting that took place during the invasion. He looked at himself in the mirror wincing as he remembered being shot in the shoulder by one of the Dauntless Commandos of the CIS. Although he had fully recovered it just added to the scars and burns he had begun to collect on his body. He looked in the mirror admiring his appearance. It didn't matter whether he was going to a cocktail party, dining with politicians, or going to a festival he always liked to dress sharp when out of his Nightsuit. He filled out his suit nicely, spending the majority of his training or in the field had resulted in his body mass becoming nothing but pure muscle. He felt under his cuffs feeling his two gauntlets under the cuffs of his suit. It was also good for him to get out of the very much closed circle of the Silencers. He was hoping that he wouldn't be the only one from the AoC at the festival, and he was hoping that a certain brunette sithling ( Madalena Antares ) would be there, but he wasn't getting his hopes up.

He walked out his apartment door and took the elevator down to the ground floor. He walked out the front of the tower bloc and followed the crowds towards the festival. As he approached the festival he was immediately aware of music being played and the vibrant mood among all those that were at the festival. He had to admit he did feel a bit out of place, he was used to more laid back events if he was honest. It was also just his nature to slink into the background and observe those at the epicentre of everything. He decided that the best thing to do would be to get a drink in order to loosen himself up a bit. He confidently strode over to one of servers at a festival who was serving drinks. Not knowing the native language he gestured to the drink and mimicked a drinking motion. She understood and grabbed him a drink. He paid her a few credits and the strode back out into the crowd wondering if he would see anyone he recognized...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: The Festival
Wearing: Dress
Wielding: You really expect her to not have weapons stashed about?
Tags: Jai'galaar Gred

Scherezade shrugged. She knew well enough how she was viewed among the Confederacy long before she left it. She remembered the laughter, the mocking, the treating her like she was a subhuman. She remembered quite clearly how she'd been broken by the actions and choices of those around her, and then been accused of daring to break at all in the first place. Mental health experts would've called it a toxic environment. She called it a bunch of buttholes and well practiced liars and manipulators.

And those days were over. She wasn't part of them anymore, did not raise her blades or bleed for them anymore. Intergalactic ideologies had never interested her. She hadn't cared for their view on territorial expansions just as she didn't care about the Agents' of Chaos' anti-empirical opinions. Like most people, the main thing she had wanted was to feel genuinely appreciated and loved, and to have her accomplishments acknowledged. It was happening here, right here, on the Scintilla, and still old memories plagued her.

Looking to Jai as he spoke of his demons… Scherezade sighed. She didn't really get it, get how seeing people die around you scarred you like that. But it didn't mean she had no sympathy, didn't mean she looked down on it in any way. There were a lot of things she didn't quite understand, but that didn't make them any less real to others.

But she did know one thing.

"You're as stinky of a Mando as you were before these events," she grinned, hoping he would take it as the humorous comment it was meant to be and not as a dig against him. A sigh, and she went back to serious. "I thought you were a combatant before that too though," she admitted, "How were those battles different from the ones you'd been through before them?"

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Wearing: X|X
Objective/Location: Say That You Love Me - Parade
Sasmay Cull Domino

The gazes of the two women didn’t escape Ivixa’s notice as they looked over her outfit with what she perceived to be a mix of wonder and confusion. Fortunately, it was a Pride Festival, and Ivixa wasn’t alone in wearing such a bold outfit. It only took a few looks at the parade to see that. The event also served as a convenient excuse to wear such a daring outfit in the first place.

“It’s pride girls!” Ivixa said the obvious in a cheerful tone as she tossed her hips from one side to another, before balletically spinning herself around in a manner that was almost uncannily effortless given her nigh-cartoonishly feminine shape. “I thought I’d be a bit...adventurous with the oufit.” She added with a soft giggle.

“I just wanted to have a bit of a break from family.” Ivixa continued, taking Sasmay’s offered hand in the process of doing so. “Been too busy with them lately, but the good thing is that all of them are taking ’modernization classes’. I should have a lot more free time in the near future, and hopefully then I’ll be able to make more content for my HoloTube channel. I’m planning a series of eye makeup tutorials for women with blue skin!” She said with a playful wink towards Domino. “Ever done a cut crease? You might get something out it too, Sasmay.”

“Also, drinks sound good, but...” Ivixa paused as she fished for her data slate from her handbag. “How about a group selfie before we go? Just one! Please?” She offered with a sprightly smile upon finding the device and activating the camera.

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: Festival
Wearing: Outfit
Tags: Nighthaunter

Madalena's penthouse was a complete mess. It seemed that ever since her face had fallen off and been sort of glued back on, there were a lot of older clothes she couldn't wear anymore, because they just didn't go with the color of her new scars. It was an incredibly vain thing, and she knew it, but it didn't matter. She'd always invested a lot of time in her appearances, even if she never cared about getting hurt or dirty during battles. Everything she owned existed to hug her curves, to emphasize her shape, but the colors… You couldn't wear green when red jagged lines covered your face, unless you wanted to look like a Sithmass tree.

Eventually, not wanting to wear a little black dress again, she settled for something orange. At least if someone pissed her off and her scars began to flare with their annoying glow, it'd match the outfit.

A short while later, she was already at the festival, her hips moving along the tunes of the music that was blaring from speakers, a smile etched on her face. The people who celebrated were a species she'd only recently encountered, but their beauty took her breath away. The celebration of colors swirled everywhere around her, and more than once she found herself dancing with strangers before breaking off to try to continue exploring.

Eventually, ever so slightly out of breath, she decided it was take a proper break and go have a drink. Her mood was into a fruity cocktail, which she got from one of the countless of stalls that decorated the streets of Eve today.

Drink and little colorful umbrella in hand, Madalena turned around and looked at the crowd, her glowing green eyes now searching for a familiar face.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

Wearing x

The extended hand was taken, and Domino mentioned looking for an out of the way spot. The smile never faltered as the woman thought on all the balcony spots she had seen earlier, wondering if they were still open or if there was another spot that none had thought of. Ivixa mentioned being adventurous with her outfit, which made Sasmay chuckle. That wasn't the word that came to mind, but the woman rolled her lips rather than blurt out that string of words. A small rocking laugh came from within the woman, silent with her lips firmly locked as she looked to Domino.

A sharp bite of her tongue had the laugh controlled for a second. "Yeah, a quiet spot. Along with a drink." The mention of makeup and a selfie had her shaking her head. The hand was let go, watching her fish for the device as the smile faltered for a sparse second.

"I have honestly never had a knack for makeup. Or time." She pushed past that subject rather quickly with a cough after she muttered the last bit. The smile came back however when she slid a hand behind Ivixa and simply, hoisted her up. Hand solidly on the other's hip, Sasmay stared at her for a second, expression falling between concern and question before she smiled for the camera. It was a fluid move, the cuff on her forearm tight against the muscle.

"Hope you don't mind. Picture time!" The playful squeeze of a hand on Ivixa's hip as she actually smiled for the camera while turning to get all three of them in the shot. "Squeeze in Domino!"

Ivixa Nera'kas Domino