Public Celebrating the Angel and the Spacer of Koboh! [Zinder Event]

[Rhys Swynol]

WELCOME TO ZINDER'S FESTIVAL OF THE ANGEL AND THE SPACER! KOBOH'S GREATEST LOVE TALE!


Travel to Koboh where we will be celebrating a lost legend that with the gracious support from Zinder, the local communities of Koboh have been able to bring back to life once again! Find a new partner of Zinder, bring an established one and come join in the grand festivities of this perfect matchmaking month! And for those curious on the legend, here is the Legend of the Angel and the Spacer:​

Legends speak of an angel that descended to Koboh thousands of years ago. An angel of great beauty and grace, she is said to have been a gentle soul who cured the ailments of all those who had fallen ill during a great plague. The kindness and love that she offered all those who crossed her path spread across the world. Reaching the ears of a spacer who desired to find the greatest beauty in the galaxy to be their wife.

Searching for the angel, the spacer found dozens of people who hailed her name, told tales of how she held a healing touch and how she could cure anything. The spacer also learned that she did this without desire for reward and declined any style of compensation. And the number of tales of heartbroken men who failed to swoon her heart and the spacer was convinced that it would take some great gesture or fantastical gift they did not hold.

The spacer began talking with people who had met this angel of love, asking what she looked like, what she enjoyed and what they could offer to capture the heart of this amazing beauty. Answers offered were vague, nothing seemed to work in gaining the angel’s attention in matters of love beyond the desire to help others. No credits, no great gifts, no promises of endless love. This beautiful angel just desired to help others and move forward in her life.

After a year of hunting the angel down, the spacer nearly gave up hope on finding where this reclusive beauty might be hidden. Until an old man came to them, stating that they must find a tree in the old forest, take a branch and whittle a spoon with the symbols of their passion, their understanding of the angel and the promises they seek to deliver on. A lovespoon. A simple gesture but one that took time, dedication and a desire to perfect.

Finding the best branch of perfect size and colour, the spacer dedicated themselves to whittling the perfect lovespoon to win the heart of the angel. Something that showed the understanding they held for the kindness the angel bestowed the people of Koboh as well as appreciating the focus on work over oneself. Pursuing a path with fervour. Each symbol connecting to them both and twisting their fates together.

Once completed, the spacer left the forest and found the angel waiting for them. Sitting, patiently. She took the lovespoon, holding it close to her chest and thanked the spacer for showing a symbol of their love to her. A single kiss was shared between the two of them. After the kiss, the angel collapsed in the arms of the spacer and passed away. Exhaustion and age finally catching up to her in the moment.

The spacer took her body and created the largest bonfire Koboh had seen. The bonfire burned for days, if not weeks, with drinking and dancing. Memories of the Angel of Koboh and the brief but pure love she shared with the spacer.​

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Objective 1: Whittling in Love - Couples can carve a large wooden lovespoon to symbolise the love shared, exploring the process the spacer went through in the legend and learning of the differing ways that one can design a lovespoon. Each is unique since they can correlate only to the relationship shared with the couple. Zinder invites everyone to create a symbol of their love, a representation of your relationship whether new or old.

Objective 2: Speed Dating in Style - Our singles have a new opportunity to meet and date, with Zinder’s Speed Dating Event! Join us at a fine establishment where drinks flow freely. Meet people for a brief time to feel if there is a spark connection before moving onto the next person. If you find that spark and it is shared then you two are free to have a meal at the restaurant or go explore the other events that are going on! (OOC: How this will work is each pairing would have two posts to say hi/see if there is a connection before deciding to move on or explore things further.)

Objective 3: The Burning Passion - A Grand Bonfire has been constructed with a bar surrounding it. This large bonfire is in relation to the legend of the angel, with her body cremated by the spacer for all to see her fire. Restoring the tradition of a Grand Bonfire that burns for days, Zinder has also utilised this opportunity to allow people to gather, drink, dance and celebrate the legend’s heartbreaking conclusion. All drinks are themed around love potions or love cocktails, enjoy the festive delights!

Objective 4: Shooting for Love - Competitive Shooting Range (Dice Rolling objective) Couples that reach a score of 20 using the d6 on the board will receive a special prize. For our competitive and goal-orientated couples, Zinder has come up with a competitive shooting range! Test your skills with a gun, shooting down targets and attempting to beat a high score as a couple. Each person must have a go and you must reach over the score of 20 to win a prize! We are hoping this will inspire couples to work together well while also giving them a fabulous prize for achieving this collaboration. Test your bonds and see how well you fair! (OOC: This is a dice rolling event, each couple must roll a 1d6 per post and once the combined score reaches over 20 then you win a prize that I will be working on in the factory.)

 

[Lumiya Dara]

Objective: 2

I tuck my hands into the long sleeves of my robe, letting my fingers fidget there where no one can see. The chair feels too hard beneath me, my knees bouncing just enough that I hope it isn’t noticeable. The chatter around the room hums softly, but it feels far away, like I’m underwater. It’s fine. It’ll be fine… I repeat to myself, even though my stomach twists into knots.

Across the room, I watch the other tables. Some are already occupied, the pairs leaning close in easy conversation, laughter spilling over. I try not to judge, though I can’t help noticing the confidence in some of them being so casual, so sure. I wonder if they’re the sort of people who care more about appearances than kindness. I don’t want that. I won’t let myself be caught by someone who only wants to charm and move on.

The door opens again, and my pulse stutters, though I don’t lift my head. My gaze drifts instead to a pair across the hall; the woman smiling as her companion tells a story. I watch, quietly noting the warmth between them, a pang of longing threading through my nerves. Someone like that… maybe someone like that could be out there for me.

I shift in my chair, sleeves twisting tighter around my fingers. I remind myself that no matter what happens, it’s not my fault if no one comes to this table. It’s just luck, timing, nothing personal. And yet, I can’t stop imagining someone kind stepping toward me, a gentle smile, a calm voice. My heart whispers hope, but I tuck it away behind my caution.

Tag: OPEN

 

[Arris Windrun]

Arris Windrun hadn't left for Koboh yet. She was still too busy freaking out about Zinder and setting up her profile.

She decided to group message Kirie and Nilira Vornix to ask them both for advice.

<:"hey how do i play this?":>

Attached were 23 selfies ranging from blurry arthouse productions to accidental snaps of the floor or her pocket.

Incidentally, she also CC'd Acier Moonbound without context.

 

[Nilira Vornix]

<:"hey how do i play this?":>

<:"What makes you think I have any clue how dating works?":>

Nilira sighed to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. This time, she hadn't been tricked to head out to the venue. No-one had matched with her anyway, so she could continue her studies either way.

 

[Seren Gwyn]

Seren hadn't known what to expect of the festival on Koboh, despite the legends she'd read or Varin's quiet enthusiasm. But the reality—a valley draped in rose-gold lantern light and the scent of sweet woodsmoke—was more comforting than she'd imagined.

Moving past the crowds toward the whittling area, she took in the couples bent over wooden spoons in quiet concentration. She had dressed simply in a dark-blue dress with silver threading, her hair braided loosely; she felt like herself, unburdened by the usual weight of her role. There was something deeply intimate about the scene—no grand spectacle, just the meaningful act of creating something by hand.

Sensing a familiar presence, she turned.

Varin stood near an empty table, looking more relaxed and less guarded than she'd ever seen him. The sight made something in her chest ease instantly. With a small smile, she crossed the packed earth to his side.

"Looks like you picked a good spot," she said, her voice warm. She glanced at the smooth wood and tools, then back to him. "I expected this to be louder, but this part feels… calm."

She tilted her head, a hint of amusement touching her tone. "Have you decided what you're going to carve yet, or are you still pretending you're just here to observe?" Her gaze softened, turning honest and quiet. "I'm glad I'm meeting you here."

She gestured toward the empty seats. "Should we?"

Varin Mortifer

 

[Kirie]

<:"hey how do i play this?":>

 

[Varin Mortifer]

OUTFIT​

He was waiting for her to turn around, she would sense him eventually. Perhaps he could have found a better way to hide himself but he was distracted by her. He looked not only at her but into her. The outfit she wore left him speechless. He had to admire her for a bit before saying anything. He stopped at a nearby table that was vacant by people whittling spoons and other small projects.

He did not have a lot of experience with whittling, but it seemed like fun with an extra pair of hands. When Seren turned around she would see Varin in a much cleaner state. A black and maroon pin striped button up shirt, sleeves loosely rolled past his forearms, a maroon vest, some nice pants and some nice shoes. His hair pulled back just a bit more so it was less messy.

She caught him in the middle of admiring her attire. She looked absolutely stunning to him, for a moment he may have forgotten to breathe until she spoke to him.

“Some gatherings can be quite peaceful.”

He smiled at her as she approached, the slight warmth of his body clinging to the air around her. He gently hooked his arm around hers.

“Well, I’ll be honest with you, I have never done this before. Spoons seem to be the entry level, we may be able to start with that…or…”

He gave her a look.

“We could really push ourselves and challenge one another to make something for the other?”

He looked down at her, a smile on his face.

“I’m happy you made it.”

He helped guide her to her seat and he slowly sat next to her, examining the tools and the wooden blocks before them.

Seren Gwyn​

 

[Lohī]

Koboh
Tags: Open

Paperfolk​

"....so, you say that you are here to... 'get lucky,' hm?" Lohī mused. "Very fascinating."

The specimen sat before her was a male Balosar, probably in his late twenties. Lohī, now that she had a moment to step away from her Jedi studies following her knighting, decided to indulge in the culture of the common flesh-folk, if purely for scientific purposes. The man had shambled together a decent outfit by the standards of most, but wasn't well kept. Sunken eyes suggested that he hadn't been sleeping, and his hair was messy. It seemed to indicate that he had either 'gotten lucky' in the past and blown it or never gotten the chance.

This whole 'speed dating' concept seemed hardly meaningful for individuals looking to continue their bloodlines, but perhaps that was the point. Momentary amusement with few attachments to follow. Lohī was learning a lot about flesh-folk culture.

"F-fascinating?" the man stammered. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing, just musing to myself," the Paperfolk assured. "This whole even has been quite educational. I'm learning a lot about the trivial distractions that people use to avoid their struggles with interpersonal relationships. It's very interesting to me how much emotional weight is carried into something that seems ill-poised to lead anywhere. I've noticed much of that in many attendants-"

And then it was time to move on to other dates. The balosar was quick to make himself a stranger. In fact, he up and left the event, making for the door. A frown came to Lohī's face as she tilted her head, bringing a finger to her chin. Her tail, which was awkwardly wrapped around the base of her chair, flicked as she pondered on what could have occurred.

"How odd," she observed, fully oblivious to what may have caused him to leave.

She would have to note this later when she wrote down her findings.

 

[Liin Terallo]

Objective: 3

Firelight is a dangerous thing. It draws the eye. It gathers people. It makes silhouettes of strangers and turns faces gold, soft and almost trustworthy. I have spent the better part of the last year avoiding light.

Once, I moved through chandeliers and holoprojectors and polished transparisteel floors without thinking twice about it. I hosted galas where politicians pretended to admire each other and investors pretended not to calculate profit margins in their heads. I knew how to command a room then; how to raise a glass, how to make a speech that sounded altruistic while hiding razor-edged intent beneath it. I miss that version of myself more than I like to admit. Back then, I was hunted too; but politically. Strategically. It was a chessboard, not a firing line. I could see the moves. Anticipate the counters.

Now the hunt is quieter. Now it hums beneath my skin like Isotope-5 in unstable suspension used to. Syndicates. Governments. Jedi. Corporations. All circling the same question: what have I made… and how can they control it?

I tuck my hands into the sleeves of my dress; simple, but chosen carefully. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to dress for something other than function. No lab coat. No reinforced seams. No hidden compartments. Well. Fewer hidden compartments.

The bonfire crackles ahead of us, sparks spiraling up into the dark like wayward stars. Music drifts through the air; drums, laughter, the shuffle of boots against packed earth. It is wild in a way my old celebrations never were. There are no seating charts. No donor tiers. No security checkpoints pretending not to be security checkpoints.

Though I suppose I brought my own. Vex walks beside me. My Jedi shadow. My rescuer. He had called it fresh air. I had called it reckless. And yet… I came.

He is different tonight. Less rigid. The firelight softens the angles of him, steals some of that constant vigilance from his shoulders. Or perhaps that is wishful thinking. He still scans the perimeter without meaning to. Still places himself half a step closer to the crowd than to me.

Protective.

Possessive?

No. That would be unfair. I do not know what I see when I look at him. Only that I am not as oblivious as he may hope. Jedi are trained to master emotion, but suppression is not absence. It leaks out in the pauses between words. In the way he watches me when he thinks I am distracted.

I am not distracted. I am calculating. And yet, as the music swells and someone nearby lets out a bright, unrestrained laugh, something in my chest loosens.

I used to create nights like this. I used to stand at the center of celebration and believe I was untouchable. Now I stand at its edge, a fugitive wrapped in borrowed normalcy, wondering if I am allowed - even for a few hours - to be only a woman by a fire.

The flames pop sharply, and for a heartbeat I imagine blasterfire instead. Perhaps old habits die hard. I draw in a slow breath and let the warmth reach my skin. “If this ends with me being recognized and kidnapped,” I murmur lightly to Vex without looking at him, “I expect you to admit I was right.” A small pause. Then, softer and almost to myself, I continue with “But… thank you for bringing me.”

For once, I am not running. For once, I am simply here. And I do not know which is more dangerous.

Tag: Vex Drakkon