Character
Well, currently available, why do you ask?
Well, that sounds dangerously like permission to steal some of your time. Shall we attend this Carnival?
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LFG Carnival on Dantooine?!
Well, that sounds dangerously like permission to steal some of your time. Shall we attend this Carnival?
Light in the Shadow
We can do that, where were you thinking we explore?
Character
Light in the Shadow
V A I N G L O R Y
Name: Amara
Age: 32
Alignment: I'm not really a principled lady, so whichever way the wind blows.
Hobbies: You can find me shopping most days, and clubbing most nights, usually in different cities and on different planets depending on how much I feel like traveling that week. Between those days, though, I might get my hands a little dirty and do a little amateur archaeology.
Seeking: I guess we can start with good conversation with the right ambience and we can go from there, though someone a little less full of themselves than me would be a pretty important ask.
Avoiding: Anyone who knows my daddy. I'll be a bit nasty about it, actually, so just skip right over me if you do. If you don't recognize me enough to make the connection then this isn't for you
Little bit about me: In a few words, I'm bad news in a dress and heels. I'll be the prim and proper girl that your mom loves to see when you come to visit, and the woman that makes you stay up way too late the night before. I'll probably ruin your life, if you let me, but you won't regret everything that happens first.
Obsidian Serpent
who'd win that strength contest thing though? wookie or giant snake who tail is almost muscle (thisspians)
Lightning Queen
Swipes right Arris seems fun and who wants therapy!
Swipes left Ugh, not looking for friendship on this app and looks like he would be a Jedi...
Swipes right I like witchy things and she looks hot, sure.
Swipes left Damn Jedi ruining this app I swear!
Swipes right I have my own criminal record so really be bad of me to judge someone else for theirs.
Swipes right Well avoiding notice on this app is kinda contradictory, friends only sucks but we shall see I suppose.
"You don't need a dichroscope to know I'm the real deal."
Swipes left A) Jedi so never gunna happen. B) A literal rock, I will leave a room and completely forget where you were and who you are. Not gunna happen.
Swipes left Not for me.
Swipes left Damn, just another male Jedi.
Swipes right Seems Zinder hit the Covenant market hard with adverts.
Swipes left Are there no available Sith men?! Why are all the cute guys on this app Jedi?!
Swipes left Doesn't say Jedi but I can smell Jedi in that bio...
swipes right Got no credits to steal but sounds like a fun time.
:3
Swipes right Can't refuse the allure of a powerful woman.
Swipes left Are the Jedi okay? Are there no single Jedi ladies left in the galaxy? Why are there so many men?
Name: Ajinar 'Aji' Djo
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/him/his
Alignment: Light-aligned, principalemant
Little bit about me: Hapan Force Artisan, of Miraluka descent, who may never stop learning. I find myself away from Hapes more often as of late, due to... extenuating circumstances, and wander where my curiosities take me. Peut-être it is for the best.
Hobbies: I work with my hands and have an eye for beauty wherever I look: this, that, you and I.... the usual suspects. I enjoy exploring beautiful places (natural and civilised), learning traditional crafts, visiting museums and historic sites (inclusive of ruins and old temples), sketching while I travel, and sharing good food and long conversations with interesting people.
Seeking: Someone who can hold a conversation beyond the weather; there is nothing so terminally dull. Someone who won't mind my artistry, or should we go so far... that it will need room.
Your gender matters not, however you identify, different styles of relation are welcome, mais in the interest of honesty, there is a slight préférence for my own gender. Chérie, don't let it stop you if you aren't.
Avoiding: Those with dark designs on my person and existence. I loathe those kinds of evangelists. Otherwise, I am, as they say, open.
-----------------------------------------------OOC: Aji doesn't have a new bio yet. And his current status includes some minor retcons from what few posts I've done since I recreated his account, so his old bio from uh... 2021 before I'd deleted his account would need an overhaul anyway.
Swipes left Interesting but I really don't think that I could handle the snobby attitudes of a Hapan...
Name: Amara
Age: 32
Alignment: I'm not really a principled lady, so whichever way the wind blows.
Hobbies: You can find me shopping most days, and clubbing most nights, usually in different cities and on different planets depending on how much I feel like traveling that week. Between those days, though, I might get my hands a little dirty and do a little amateur archaeology.
Seeking: I guess we can start with good conversation with the right ambience and we can go from there, though someone a little less full of themselves than me would be a pretty important ask.
Avoiding: Anyone who knows my daddy. I'll be a bit nasty about it, actually, so just skip right over me if you do. If you don't recognize me enough to make the connection then this isn't for you
Little bit about me: In a few words, I'm bad news in a dress and heels. I'll be the prim and proper girl that your mom loves to see when you come to visit, and the woman that makes you stay up way too late the night before. I'll probably ruin your life, if you let me, but you won't regret everything that happens first.
Swipes right Happy to add some chaos into her life.
Saul Whesai
Character
Name: Saul
Age: Unknown to him; roughly looks like early 20s
Alignment: Gray; doesn't worry about force politics, just about getting by.
Hobbies: Tearing a starship apart and putting it back together again, Cooking, Parkour, being an innocent-looking troublemaker
Seeking: Just seeing who he finds in this big galaxy
Avoiding: People who want to make him tear his hair out
Little bit about me:
Saul here,
I'm just an experiment gone wrong; hopefully ours goes right. I'm a wanderer who sets up shop all across the galaxy, repairing metal ladies and seeing where the wind blows. Otherwise, I hope at the very least to get a smile or a laugh out of you.
Age: Unknown to him; roughly looks like early 20s
Alignment: Gray; doesn't worry about force politics, just about getting by.
Hobbies: Tearing a starship apart and putting it back together again, Cooking, Parkour, being an innocent-looking troublemaker
Seeking: Just seeing who he finds in this big galaxy
Avoiding: People who want to make him tear his hair out
Little bit about me:
Saul here,
I'm just an experiment gone wrong; hopefully ours goes right. I'm a wanderer who sets up shop all across the galaxy, repairing metal ladies and seeing where the wind blows. Otherwise, I hope at the very least to get a smile or a laugh out of you.
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Let the Wookiee Win
Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ Lᴏʀᴅ
CT-312
Character
[ ZINDER EVENT DETECTED ]
[ CONTRIBUTION OPPORTUNITY AVAILABLE. ]
“No.” CT-312’s visor jerked up sharply. “I know how you phrase things.”
A small icon flickered along the edge of CT-312’s HUD. Lines of code began crawling down one side of her vision. “BARCA.” Her body stilled.
[ ACCESSING ZINDER APPLICATION ]
“I did not authorize that.”
[ AUTHORIZATION WAS NOT REQUIRED. ]
“That is not reassuring.”
The application opened across CT-312’s HUD before she could terminate the process. Profiles scrolled past in neat successions beneath the Zinder logo. BARCA then stopped on a particular profile. Her profile. It expanded across the center of her vision.
CT-312 stared. For several long seconds she said nothing.
“Remove it.”
[ PROFILE MODIFICATION COMPLETE. ]
[ FESTIVE PRESENTATION ACHIEVED. ]
“That’s not what I meant.” Her profile was minimized. The screen shifted as other profiles began to appear. One after another indiscriminately across profile pictures, all wearing… a clown wig, nose, and painted markings.
“...BARCA…”
[ YES. ]
“What did you do?”
[ CONTRIBUTED TO THE ZINDER EVENT. ]
“Change them back.”
[ NEGATIVE. ]
“Negative?”
[ COMMUNITY ENGAGEMENT HAS INCREASED. ]
Before CT-312 could continue, PING, a notification tone cut through the exchange. [INCOMING MESSAGE.] The clown-covered Zinder app minimized itself and the incoming message opened in a new window across her HUD. It was from Quinn.
CT-312 read it once before going over it once more. Her attention returned to one particular sentence.
Save you the embarrassment.
“Embarrassment?” Subconsciously CT-312’s shoulder squared, her chest puffed beneath the layered armor plating. “I was not embarrassed.”
[ AFFIRMATIVE. ]
“The first time was a security concern. There was insufficient confirmation that it was actually her. The profile could have been fabricated or the account could’ve been compromised. Someone could have been impersonating the Princess.”
[ FIRST INCIDENT CLASSIFICATION: ACCIDENTAL INVITATION. ]
“It was identity verification.”
[ DISPUTED. ] CT-312’s jaw tightened beneath the helmet. “And the second time was—” She stopped. The cursor blinked patiently besides Quinn’s message. “The second incident was user error.”
[ CLARIFICATION REQUESTED. ]
“No.”
[ USER ERROR BY WHICH USER? ] CT-312 ignored it and returned back to the message. Mumbling, “Why would I fall into someone else’s inbox?”
[ METAPHOR DETECTED ]
“I know it's a metaphor.”
[ SECOND INCIDENT CLASSIFICATION UPDATED: USER ERROR.]
[ USER IDENTIFIED: CT-312. ]
CT-312’s visor shook subtly side to side in disbelief as a breathe was let out, opting to ignore the remark. Her eyes drifted towards the very end. A small symbol sat directly before Quinn’s name. “BARCA. What is that squiggly line?” The symbol was highlighted and magnified.
[ IDENTIFIED: STYLIZED HEART SYMBOL. ]
“A heart?” Her brows furrowed beneath the helmet. “Why is there a heart?”
There was a brief silence as BARCA searched for an explanation.
[ HEART SYMBOLS ARE COMMONLY ASSOCIATED WITH AFFECTION, ROMANTIC INTEREST, ENDEARMENT, EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT, OR PLAYFUL INTIMACY. ]
None of what BARCA listed seemed to fit. CT-312 gaze returned back to the whole message, then back to the heart and Quinn’s name. Ah. “She did write the word ‘endearing’ in her message.” That makes sense.
CT-312 looked at the two battered carnival tickets that were in her hand. She rotated her forearm as a holo-keypad projected from the vambrace. Typing out a reply message. Send.
[ To: Quinn Varanin ]
I did not stumble into anyone else’s inbox. Your message was received. I happened to have two admission tickets. I will be there on time. Without armor.
Though I would like it to be noted that attending a carnival without proper plating is objectively less practical. I am to assume concealed weapons do not violate the spirit of the request?
-CT-312
P.S.
I will also note that you seem very confident I was going to ask.
You were correct.
[ CONTRIBUTION OPPORTUNITY AVAILABLE. ]
“No.” CT-312’s visor jerked up sharply. “I know how you phrase things.”
A small icon flickered along the edge of CT-312’s HUD. Lines of code began crawling down one side of her vision. “BARCA.” Her body stilled.
[ ACCESSING ZINDER APPLICATION ]
“I did not authorize that.”
[ AUTHORIZATION WAS NOT REQUIRED. ]
“That is not reassuring.”
The application opened across CT-312’s HUD before she could terminate the process. Profiles scrolled past in neat successions beneath the Zinder logo. BARCA then stopped on a particular profile. Her profile. It expanded across the center of her vision.
CT-312 stared. For several long seconds she said nothing.
“Remove it.”
[ PROFILE MODIFICATION COMPLETE. ]
[ FESTIVE PRESENTATION ACHIEVED. ]
“That’s not what I meant.” Her profile was minimized. The screen shifted as other profiles began to appear. One after another indiscriminately across profile pictures, all wearing… a clown wig, nose, and painted markings.
“...BARCA…”
[ YES. ]
“What did you do?”
[ CONTRIBUTED TO THE ZINDER EVENT. ]
“Change them back.”
[ NEGATIVE. ]
“Negative?”
[ COMMUNITY ENGAGEMENT HAS INCREASED. ]
Before CT-312 could continue, PING, a notification tone cut through the exchange. [INCOMING MESSAGE.] The clown-covered Zinder app minimized itself and the incoming message opened in a new window across her HUD. It was from Quinn.
CT-312 read it once before going over it once more. Her attention returned to one particular sentence.
Save you the embarrassment.
“Embarrassment?” Subconsciously CT-312’s shoulder squared, her chest puffed beneath the layered armor plating. “I was not embarrassed.”
[ AFFIRMATIVE. ]
“The first time was a security concern. There was insufficient confirmation that it was actually her. The profile could have been fabricated or the account could’ve been compromised. Someone could have been impersonating the Princess.”
[ FIRST INCIDENT CLASSIFICATION: ACCIDENTAL INVITATION. ]
“It was identity verification.”
[ DISPUTED. ] CT-312’s jaw tightened beneath the helmet. “And the second time was—” She stopped. The cursor blinked patiently besides Quinn’s message. “The second incident was user error.”
[ CLARIFICATION REQUESTED. ]
“No.”
[ USER ERROR BY WHICH USER? ] CT-312 ignored it and returned back to the message. Mumbling, “Why would I fall into someone else’s inbox?”
[ METAPHOR DETECTED ]
“I know it's a metaphor.”
[ SECOND INCIDENT CLASSIFICATION UPDATED: USER ERROR.]
[ USER IDENTIFIED: CT-312. ]
CT-312’s visor shook subtly side to side in disbelief as a breathe was let out, opting to ignore the remark. Her eyes drifted towards the very end. A small symbol sat directly before Quinn’s name. “BARCA. What is that squiggly line?” The symbol was highlighted and magnified.
[ IDENTIFIED: STYLIZED HEART SYMBOL. ]
“A heart?” Her brows furrowed beneath the helmet. “Why is there a heart?”
There was a brief silence as BARCA searched for an explanation.
[ HEART SYMBOLS ARE COMMONLY ASSOCIATED WITH AFFECTION, ROMANTIC INTEREST, ENDEARMENT, EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT, OR PLAYFUL INTIMACY. ]
None of what BARCA listed seemed to fit. CT-312 gaze returned back to the whole message, then back to the heart and Quinn’s name. Ah. “She did write the word ‘endearing’ in her message.” That makes sense.
CT-312 looked at the two battered carnival tickets that were in her hand. She rotated her forearm as a holo-keypad projected from the vambrace. Typing out a reply message. Send.
[ To: Quinn Varanin ]
I did not stumble into anyone else’s inbox. Your message was received. I happened to have two admission tickets. I will be there on time. Without armor.
Though I would like it to be noted that attending a carnival without proper plating is objectively less practical. I am to assume concealed weapons do not violate the spirit of the request?
-CT-312
P.S.
I will also note that you seem very confident I was going to ask.
You were correct.
Character
Gets a notification. "Wait, this actually works? Huh, who knew." Swipes right on Eira.
Ambassador
Adelle took a screenshot of the Zinder event announcement and sent it to
Aselia Verd
:Why in the fething Nine Hells am I a plushie?
Character
Adelle took a screenshot of the Zinder event announcement and sent it to
Why in the fething Nine Hells am I a plushie?
Well, you are cute and cuddly.
S H A D O W B A N E
Saul Whesai
Character
Saul slid through profiles on his datapad as the night wore on, the light from the curtain of his bunk showing while other techs slept. As usual, it was a hodgepodge of people with different wants and needs. He sighed as he X'd out any darksiders that might get his employment canceled, as tempting as some were. (
Nilira Vornix
,
Veyla Tass
)
In the end, only one profile really got his attention. His electronic eyes stopped on
Ajinar Djo
's profile and looked at it long and hard. He was handsome... Handsome enough that Saul had a hard time believing his profile wasn't a picture made by AI. But they did have a lot in common; they both made things, or at least so it seemed... And the gender preference matched up. But they were from very different worlds. Ajinar seemed like a Hapes Playboy, and Saul was well... an average workman covered with oil after a long day of work. It took a minute or two of thinking while staring into those green eyes before deciding to send him a message.
"Hey, I'm Saul. I'm probably not what you expected matching, and maybe not what you want, but I am interested in you. If you want to see where we go, we can certainly give it a shot. I hope you give me the chance to put my best foot forward."
As he watched the message send, the Cyborg couldn't help but rub his forehead. Saul couldn't help but wonder if this would be worth the headache, but dying alone wasn't how he wanted to go out. So all he could do was try...And who knows, maybe Ajinar wouldn't show, and he would have a free day off work all to himself.
Nilira Vornix
,
Veyla Tass
)In the end, only one profile really got his attention. His electronic eyes stopped on
Ajinar Djo
's profile and looked at it long and hard. He was handsome... Handsome enough that Saul had a hard time believing his profile wasn't a picture made by AI. But they did have a lot in common; they both made things, or at least so it seemed... And the gender preference matched up. But they were from very different worlds. Ajinar seemed like a Hapes Playboy, and Saul was well... an average workman covered with oil after a long day of work. It took a minute or two of thinking while staring into those green eyes before deciding to send him a message."Hey, I'm Saul. I'm probably not what you expected matching, and maybe not what you want, but I am interested in you. If you want to see where we go, we can certainly give it a shot. I hope you give me the chance to put my best foot forward."
As he watched the message send, the Cyborg couldn't help but rub his forehead. Saul couldn't help but wonder if this would be worth the headache, but dying alone wasn't how he wanted to go out. So all he could do was try...And who knows, maybe Ajinar wouldn't show, and he would have a free day off work all to himself.
Ambassador
Now I have to kick your ass.
(And if you weren't already in this with like a million characters, I'd have asked if you were cool joining this one)
Character
V A I N G L O R Y
'You've matched!' the message on her datapad read.
She leaned over from her perch on the sofa, glancing at the screen momentarily before dismissing the message entirely. A text prompt opened, though she selected the microphone icon instead to dictate her message. "Hello." Amara said, pausing to think on how to follow up the greeting - she wasn't normally the one who had to actually kick things off and she certainly wasn't used to sending the first message. "I haven't actually done this before - or rode a.." her voice trailed off, the speech-to-text adding an elipses for convenience (or perhaps to passive-aggressively tell its user to get to the point), as she tried remembering what the strange word she'd read in the advert had been. "..Rollercoaster, whatever that is, but if you haven't already paired yourself off with someone else I'd love to try and make this my first."
She clicked send a few minutes after her voice tapered off again, her focus now back onto the book she'd been engrossed with before the notification had stolen her attention.
Codex Judge
Good food, good company, and no agenda?
I cannot imagine a better way to spend the day with my wife.
Yes.
Allyson Locke