Public KGM Charity Gala - (Fully Open)

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

As the sun set on Ord Mantell, the KGM's annual charity Gala had begun.

- As was the norm for Adrikobe's events, the ground rules were kept simple.

1. No need for an invite, all were free to come and mingle, regardless of where they were from or how wealthy they were.
2. There was to be absolutely No fighting, verbal or otherwise.
3. Every credit spent would go toward a good cause.
4. Adrikobe's staff were to be treated with respect.
5. The party was entirely on Neutral Ground.

Outside of these core pillars of the party, everything else was on limits.

- The Gala was to proceed with the following events:

1. Entrances / Arrival. Guests are free to sample the luxuries as the staff prepare later events.
2. The Host (Adrikobe) delivers the opening speech, and raises a toast. Aged wine from Alderaan will be served.
3. Guest Mingling, Optional Recreation (gambling, billiards, etc.), Optional (partner) Dancing, Performance by the Galactic Symphony.
4. Charity Auction (Prizes remain secret, for now). NOTE: (Items will not use UC, this is for RP purposes. Just don't give yourself infinite money. Bidding will use unmarked credits.)
5. Evening mingling / banquet, Host (Adrikobe) delivers closing speech.

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- Adrikobe currently observed from the balcony overlooking the entrance, watching as guests began filing in through the corridor, into the large gathering hall.

- Inside the hall were clusters of tables, which provided seating, and would later be used for the evening banquet. Other tables were dotted about, each for its own bit of recreation. Cards, Billiards, etc. The dream den of the wealthy.

- In the center of the room was a large area of floor, a space for mingling and dancing, should the occasion call for it.

- To the back of the room was the ornate staircase which led upwards into the villa, and to the front was the opening the guests found themselves filing through.

The hall was adorned with lights, and everywhere you looked seem to have a golden hue to it. This was the culmination of great wealth, if that were not yet obvious enough.

- Servers, some organic and others robotic, tended to tables, offered drinks, and were seen rapidly walking in and out of the gathering hall. For a world known mostly for being a 'backwater' or 'thieves den', such a display seemed entirely out of the blue.
'The Gilded Man' clearly wished to live up to his reputation.

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Inside his dressing room, away from the gathering mass stories below him, Adrikobe examined himself in the mirror, slipping on his gloves, and adorning his lapel. He addressed his droid assistant, speaking in a collected tone, as if this were all but routine for him:

"I expect tonight will prove most fruitful. You may instruct the staff to prepare for the proceedings following my speech."

With that his assistant was off, and Adrikobe continued to examine himself. He found himself... unusually smug. He felt as if he had cracked open the secrets to the universe, all by his lonesome.

The Gilded Man aside, the question remains: Will you be here tonight?

 

[Valery Noble]

Ord Mantell

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Outfit: Dress

Valery stood near the edge of the dance floor, a wine glass held delicately in one hand, the deep red of her dress catching the warm light that filled the ballroom. The mask over her eyes concealed little of her expression, but it was enough to give her anonymity among the crowd below. Soft music filled the air, punctuated by distant laughter and the clinking of glasses as guests mingled beneath golden chandeliers.

She let her gaze sweep across the floor. Dancers moved in rhythm across the center of the room, while groups of nobles, politicians, and powerbrokers gathered in circles at the edges. A display like this always promised opportunity. The kind of people who came to a place like this were drawn in by credits, influence, or secrets. They were also the same who shaped entire sectors with the right push.

Valery took a slow sip of her wine, letting the taste linger for a moment as she studied the gathering.

This wasn't just an excuse to dress up or disappear into the crowd for a night. She was here to make connections. Information flowed freely in places like this, and so did trust, if you knew how to earn it, and Valery had her ways. The galaxy was shifting, the lines between alliances growing thinner, and what came next would be decided by those willing to step out of their shadows.

With a soft breath, she stepped away from the people around her and toward the ballroom. Her walk was graceful, her eyes sharp even behind the mask. It was time to see who else had decided to show their face tonight.

Adrikobe Kellrule | Open​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Ord Mantell | Gala Hall
Tags: @OPEN

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The Diarch entered with no pomp or circumstance. He had not taken part in fundraising or humanitarian efforts in far too long, the planning of war had occupied most of his time now.

Yet, the news of an event on his own border, was enough to draw the tall, muscled, man into the public eye. Trading his uniform for a form fitting black suit with gold lapel accents and a gold slim tie, Reign cut an impressive figure.

He had made his way to the bar, watching the events unfolding with interest. The people here craved to be seen, yet could not stand scrutiny. Simultaneously everything right and wrong with the galaxy, and a part of the ever present cycle that Reign wished to break. Yet he was here not for conflict, but for information, and perhaps new alliances. Only time would tell.

He ordered a glass of Corellian Whiskey, his usual as anyone who knew him would attest, and looked upon the people dancing.

"Peacocks.. vain little peacocks"

he said laughing softly into his glass as he took a drink.

 

[Lady Nocturne]

Lady Nocturne did not travel nearly as much as she would have liked. However, when the opportunity had come to accompany her husband Diarch Reign to a gala on the border planet of Ord Mantell, she did not hesitate.

She had seen to the Myrmidons, that had been left outside while her husband had entered. She had also traded her uniform for a slim black dress, that accentuated her figure perfectly. Nocturne always made it a point to match her husband, so that other than the rings on their fingers, there would be no mistake that the Diarch belonged to her.

She found him by the bar, of course, always with his corellian whiskey.

Nocturne knew how fond he was of it, even though she had tried to get him to "upgrade" to Chandrilan, in honor of her home planet. The love of her life had just grumbled something about some famous smuggler from ancient times and kept to his drink of choice.

She heard him grumble about peacocks as she received her glass of Chandrilan Raava, and nudged him with her elbow.

"People could say the same thing about you.. Mr. Grand Declarations.. come, we are here to have a good time, I won't have you scaring away new friends by scowling"

there was a smile on her face and light in her deep brown eyes as she ribbed him.

TAGS: @OPEN (OOC NOTE: I DON'T PLAY NOCTURNE AS MUCH, SHE NEEDS FRIENDS!)

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Outfit
Date: Iandre Athlea

The archway into the grand hall was already open, and the sounds of soft music and distant conversation drifted out into the evening air. Diarch Rellik stepped inside with Iandre Athlea at his side, their arms comfortably linked. He wore black slacks and dress shoes, a crisp white button-up shirt, and a cream-colored jacket fastened with a neat black bowtie. A single red boutonniere stood out at his lapel.

He walked with calm, deliberate steps, scanning the hall with quiet curiosity. The Diarchy within Galactic space was not something to be understated. Recently Rellik had been in many duels and conflicts with Jedi. Including a rather large skirmish in the Hapes cluster. It would not be without reason to attempt to arrest him or his brother tonight. Although he felt confident in the promise of neutral ground, one does not survive so much without at least having their senses attuned to their surroundings.

Yet, with that itch of worry at the back of his head it was as he looked towards Iandre that he felt the warmth of love overtake those feelings. Beautiful, he thought. She had a way of always appearing extraordinary. Her attire once again elegant, even regal, despite having never been born into wealth. She wore extravagance better than most who had grown up drowning in it. It was one of those traits about her that he adored. How she stepped right into whatever life decided to throw at her with pride.

A passing server offered a tray. Rellik gave a polite nod and took two glasses of champagne, holding them by the stem and offering one to Iandre if she would like it. The hall was already alive with movement, laughter tucked between polite conversations, the occasional clack of billiard balls, the quiet hum of credits exchanging hands at one of the side tables. Everything about this place radiated intentional excess.

A moment passed, and then he leaned slightly toward Iandre again, his voice low. "What would you like to do first dear? We can go drop off our donation for the Galactic medical assistance organization first or we may do it after a dance." He gently pulled her closer at the latter offer. "We could go introduce ourselves to the host as well."

Adrikobe Kellrule - OPEN for everybody! <3

 

[Vera Mina]

Wearing: Bloodscrawl Matriarch Raiment (sub image broken, resembles this)

Armed With: Herself


Arrived in: Luminex-Class Star Yacht


She had hated to leave her son Grendel behind for even a moment, had hated to not remain in contact with her daughter Sera, her newly adopted daughter Draco Miles , and her adopted son Thel Bloodscrawl for even a short while.

These gala events, something she had used to look forward to, now seemed insufferably shallow and self aggrandizing.

Still, they served one useful purpose...the powerful congregated here, eager to display themselves before the Galaxy.

Vera longed for the day she could finally change her last name to Bloodscrawl. Even her other self, Arianna, had gotten around to that eventually.

More and more they were ripping the Cult of The Brain Demon from the Galaxy. Vera delighted in killing her husband's tormenters.

For now though, she was here to do scouting. So insanely, absurdly wealthy, that a billion in credits was nothing to her, Vera, who had no interest in the auction, had simply dumped precisely that amount into the accounts Adrikobe Kellrule had set aside for the auction just minutes before arriving on her solar sail yacht.

Landing in the designated zone for guests, hiding her strength in the Force, reducing her presence to that of an ordinary woman, and not the Force Spawn of terrible strength and power she had become after merging with Arianna Belasko, Vera stepped out of her yacht in a blood red version of the suit she had used for years as a lawyer in the Core Worlds.

Vera had been one of the most feared lawyers in the Galaxy once. So feared in fact that the Alliance paid her to not take a case many, many times. Vera's presence was a death sentence to an opposing party in a case.

Not that she hadn't been a death sentence in other ways...

Vera instantly drew attention from others as she walked in, her red dress gleaming in the light like her milk colored flesh, contrasting long, straight, sleek midnight hair as she scanned the crowds, noticing Diarch Rellik , who her husband had fought recently (a tale still in the process of revealing itself) and Diarch Reign and his wife, Lady Nocturne . Vera fought down a flash of resentment that she couldn't be with her husband in the open the way Nocturne could. But House Bloodscrawl survived by staying in the shadows, presenting as few openings for their enemies to exploit as possible. As long as the Galaxy at large thought her husband was just some low tier brute with no real pull or influence in the organizations he served and who was nothing special ultimately, it made the moments when he struck with his full strength all the more unexpected and devastating. It was important to preserve that secrecy as long as possible.

To her surprise, she saw no less than Valery Noble among the crowd, and was torn about whether to approach her or not, curious what it was about her that had so completely enraged her husband as of late. She was cautioning him not to act too rashly, and for his sake he seemed to be listening, but whatever had occurred at Odessen had completely unnerved him.

Vera was cautious about approaching though, and decided to make her rounds with the other guests first. She decided to introduce herself to Reign and Nocturne.

Vera calmly but confidently strode up to them, her very appearance just screaming Femme Fatale and , if we want to get low-brow, 'Baddie'.

"Diarch Reign. Lady Nocturne. A pleasure..." Vera said, her contralto having a faint accent that could not be quite placed.

"I'm Vera Mina, Matriarch of Clan Li-Ves of Atrisia. Daughter of Nine Lives ." Vera said with a slight bow, her perfect looks and skill with the Force concealing the biological abomination she actually was.

"It is most curious to see the leaders of the Diarchy at such a gathering, if you will pardon the observation. One would think the recent conflicts your government has been in would more than occupy your full attention. It is quite impressive you can set aside time for moments like this..." Vera said as politely and diplomatically as possible, not wishing to give a bad first impression to the Diarchy...

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

Event Progression: 2. (Opening Speech) - 3. (Beginning of Recreation)

After observing the entrances of various notable figures, and... interesting guests, Adrikobe decided it was time for his opening speech. Those who wouldn't be present in the hall would hear it projected as they entered.

- The lights in the gathering hall would dim, as the theater-esque lights on the ceiling would shift towards the large staircase toward the end of the hall.

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Adrikobe descended the stairs, the lights following him as he stopped at a small outcrop, leaning over the engraved wooden railing. An organic server stood behind him, carrying a platter with a bottle of Alderaani wine, and a meticulously carved drinking glass.

- Respectful applause filled the room, as Adrikobe began to speak, his voice carried through the hall via a small microphone concealed in his suit:

"Good evening, and welcome to this most splendorous occasion. I am honored to be your host for my company's first annual charity gala."
- Initially he spoke in an almost robotic way, yet this was soon replaced with a certain authority and confidence, a small grin forming on his face as he continued:

"As you undoubtedly already know, we are gathered here based on one core principal:
A desire to do good, regardless of affiliation.

In the past, the charitable efforts of my company were far less organized, and far more limited in scope. They were moreso dedicated to the affairs of my homeworld, the same planet we honor tonight by proving she is a bastion for more than what the galaxy has labeled her.
I have decided to broaden the scope of my efforts toward the rest of the Galactic Community, to partner with likeminded individuals who see what we can do together. And, in perilous times such as these, how could I not?

Tonight, we gather to mingle, yes... (and very much so to enjoy ourselves...).

But, we also gather to do far more than what we could ever dream to have done before alone. Together we will bring good through our combined efforts."
- He allowed his words to sink in for a moment, before continuing:

"This Gala is more than just a fancy party... It is a meeting that will bring life, and help sew the seeds of Galactic rebirth throughout more than just a meer few planets.
What we accomplish here tonight, will be discussed among generation after generation!"
- Adrikobe's voice and tone grew louder, as he excited the crowd with his declaration

"So I say to you: Yes! Eat, Drink, and be Merry! Know that tonight, you become immortalized in Galactic History, as one of the stalwart, guiding hands who prepared the way!"
- Adrikobe continued to excite the crowd, the usually stoic man had a certain fire in his tone. The applause and cheers from the gathering would stall out a few moments, allowing for the servers to pass out the wine glasses.
After a few moments, Adrikobe had calmed. He turned to the server behind him, retrieving the glass of wine after it was poured, before facing the crowd and continuing with:

"I hereby propose a toast: To Galactic progress, and the ones who nurtured it!"
- He rose the glass to his lips, signaling the others below to do the same, before drinking the fine wine.

Finally, the opening speech concluded with:
"Now, we allow the recreation to commence. Enjoy yourselves as the auction is readied. The floor shall be open for any whom wish to formally mingle, I hope you find the composition by our beloved Galactic Symphony to be soothing."

- And with that, the lights brightened, the symphony began, and lovely music filled the gathering hall as tables opened. The floor began to gradually fill.

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- Adrikobe descended the staircase to the side, away from the eyes of the gathering. He felt a rather smug sense of satisfaction, believing his speech to be... adequate. The content of it didn't nearly concern him enough as much as what the rest of the night entailed.


He quickly found himself mingling with a handful of visitors, being lost among the gathering.
He had much to do tonight, and the Gala had only just started.

 

[Liin Terallo]

I was not sure if I should attend this gala or not. And it was not due to the fact that I came alone without a date, for I have never had a date for this type of event or for anything else. No gentleman has had any interest in me. There had been a rumor; yet it was baseless.

But the real reason that I held some apprehension was due to my research and the Synthetic Force serum that was the result of that. I had injected myself with it not so long ago; using myself as a test subject instead of some innocent individual. There has been some side effects as a result. One being migraines, nosebleeds, dizziness and other notable factors when I use my newfound abilities. The second is that using them tends to draw Force Wizards to me like a beacon due to how different I feel to them. And perhaps the most profound side effect of them all is the anomolies and space/time distortions that have appeared. And not just where I am; but far across the Galaxy. Like a tidal wave that grows the further that it moves away from the epicenter; so too have the anomolies increased in size and length of time.

I can only hope that I will be able to keep calm while I am here and not accidently use any of my newfound abilities while I am here. And I am comforted in knowing that Diarch Reign and Diarch Rellik are attending. For the two of them will easily be able to intervene should something go wrong.

My dress for this evening is not quite as fancy as I would normally like, yet I have done very little in the way of shopping since I had been able to find sanctuary. My hair was let down and I was quick to grab a glass of wine just in time to partake in the toast.

But I did not mingle with anyone just yet. I merely stood off to the side near one of the columns and just quietly observed.

Tag: OPEN

 

[Kloe Weo]

OBJECTIVE: Mingle
GEAR: A tailored suit, tamed weasel
Tags: Open!

This was a meeting of the finest and fanciest, the most powerful and - as far as Kleo could tell, the most sanctimonious. Which was all fine and well. The host had made it clear that anyone was welcome to attend, provided they observed the rules. He'd also stipulated that all proceeds went to benefit a cause of high moral character, likely one close to his own heart or assets. And that was also fine. Kleo didn't mind shelling out for a nice suit and a trip to the salon as camouflage, a hunting blind from which to observe and make contact with that most elusive creature in the galaxy - the gentry.

On Dromund Kaas, a Jedi with designs likely would have been escorted to an incinerator before making it to the dance floor. There was a thrill to being on the opposite side of that, to moving among the leaders of the Diarchy and such as though she had every right to rub shoulders and share Hors d'oeuvres with them. Because she absolutely did. She'd dressed up, she'd made the appropriate gestures, and she used the right fork when consuming mussels. Her credits spent on 'worthy causes' just as well as anyone else's.

Money spent here went to 'a good cause'. But money spent to be here was an investment in her own fortunes. Positioning herself as 'one of the good ones', perhaps. Or even better - catching the eye of a wealthy patron who might share a passion for venom and fangs. Worth every chit.

Nursing a champagne flute, Kleo clapped when the crowd around her indicated it was a socially correct time to do so and watched the festivities go on with keen interest while stroking the sedate, tamed mink she wore around her neck and shoulders like an adorable accessory.

 

[Valery Noble]

Ord Mantell

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Outfit: Dress

Valery's attention drifted from the symphony to the movement near the base of the stairs. The host was no longer in the spotlight, his speech concluded, but that only made him more accessible. She noticed a few familiar faces scattered through the hall, each of them worth speaking to in their own time, yet something about Adrikobe's presence made him the more intriguing choice for now.

Besides, she had to start somewhere.

Setting her wine glass down on a passing server's tray, she smoothed a hand through her hair, letting her fingers linger for a moment before lowering her arm again. Her walk toward him was graceful, each step carrying the subtle hip sway of someone who knew how to hold a room's attention. A polite smile curved her lips as she closed the final distance.

"Good evening," she greeted, her voice warm and polite, "Your speech was well delivered. I think you have set the right tone for the evening." Her eyes held his a moment longer, the edges of her smile lifting just slightly. "If you're not already occupied, I was hoping I might steal you for a chat. Or, if you'd prefer, a dance. I would like to get to know our host a little better."

She offered her hand, the palm facing down, and smiled, "I'm Valery, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Adrikobe Kellrule | Open​

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

As Adrikobe turned his attention to Valery Noble , he couldn't help but find himself drawn to her. Though, he already knew that was exactly what she had intended.

- For Adrikobe, a magnate such as himself, knowing someone wanted your attention (and so openly), means they are one of various things:

1. Desperate
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2. Attempting to showboat
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Or, in some cases...:
3. A potential asset

Adrikobe's stoic face had since returned, he found himself curious. Why would this woman seek him out first?
- He spent the next few moments (a millisecond or so for most) attempting to figure out why.

He had already deduced a few potential reasons, hyper-analyzing her compliment and reading into every word as though each could've offered some form of hidden message harboring her intent.
Though, ultimately it didn't matter to him why she wanted to speak with him.

- He already respected her boldness to ask the host for a dance, presumably before any prior mingling.

He placed his now empty wine glass on a tray, before extending his hand to meet hers, his dark gloves making only the slightest of hiss as he did so.

- His expression shifted to a subtle smile as he spoke:

"A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Valery. Mrs., if I am so bold as to assume?" His tone was knowing.

- Truth be told, he didn't know too much about this woman. Or, should I say?: Who he suspected her to be.
Though, he had heard... rumors.

Powerful rumors of someone who happened to be working for a cause he could find... sympathy with.
Albeit, he had yet to confirm if this was indeed whom he suspected. For now though, he would test her a bit, and see if she was really worth his time.

- He retracted his hand.

"Regardless, indeed we know little about each other it would seem. Perhaps we should change that?"
- His tone had shifted, as he spoke with almost a certain authority... as if he planned on taking the wheel.

"If it's a dance you're after, Ms. Valery, it would be most crude of me to reject your offer. I just hope you can keep up with me."
- His voice shifted to an almost playful tone that he rarely ever expressed, though it was clear he still wished to lead.

- He offered his arm, a gesture which signified the choosing of a floor partner.
This gesture earned the pair a few looks, as it was rather unheard of for this to be the case so early into the night.

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Loadout: Black and gold suit, wing-tip dress shoes.
Objective: Make connections
Location: Ord Mantell, in over her head.
Tags: Open!, Kloe Weo

It wasn't too often that Tibera found herself partying with the upper crust of society. She had the money, but it just wasn't her scene. She much preferred a nice night club or a cantina to being surrounded by snobbery and old money.

Thankfully, though, this place did have some lively looking people in attendance. Even some faces she recognized made it in. They were in the security detail, but regardless, it took the edge off. Made things feel more safe, and that was something that was worth wearing a nice suit.

Said suit was a bit tight on the arms and back, but not bad for an off the rack job. The golden feather designs gave a showy, but tasteful design. One that could help the merc stand out in a room full of figures in similar black suits. As if having a face marred by scars and burns wasn't enough.

The hulking merc walked through the party with all the decorum of a reek on rollerskates. Occasionally pushing through the crowd to make space. She hated being crowded, but she had to be at least a little careful.

Eventually she found a quiet section of the floor, one near the dining table. It was there she saw something particularly strange, and Umbarran wearing a full mink, a live one no less!

"Damn, check that out. Isn't that a cute little ball of fuzz," Tibera said, smirking as she looked over the tall alien. Well, at least there was something here worth seeing! "Say, dont mind me, but what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? You don't seem like these other fake socialites. Seems like you know your way around."

She was hoping she didn't blow tonight completely. Sometimes she much preferred shooting over handling social events. Especially given her past fumbles...

 

[Aiden Porte]

ObJ-Gather-Procure Information / Various Sources
Tags: Dreidi Xeraic

Busy, had the Jedi Knight been. Aiden had crossed threshold after threshold upon his advancement. Doors opened up for him as he opted to plunge himself into his work and deal with threats that went beyond the borders of the High Republic. Dealing with Imperials that threatened freedom of the worlds and the displaced civilians that were essentially stranded among the core worlds.

However this was a different sort of party, as he wasn't looking to make trouble, but just for information. High stakes and it could be a important event as auctions generally were and information could be gathered just be taking a listen in as necessary.


Dressed in his formal attire and with him was Dreidi Xeraic. He somehow managed to convince her to attend with him on this adventurous crusade. While it may not have been the most dangerous, it would perhaps prove to be a good time in the least.

His eyes scanned the room and took note of a few people he recognized, and others that he didn't. He looked over to Dreidi and showed a smile. "Thanks for joining me, this would've been boring if I was on my own. You look beautiful too."

 

[Kloe Weo]

OBJECTIVE: Mingle
GEAR: A tailored suit, tamed weasel
Tags: Tibera Jessen

A very large woman wearing a suit that looked like it'd been picked up at a department store approached, and for a moment Kloe mistook her for Mercy. Perhaps she could be forgiven - they had so very much in common, between the muscles, the height, and the fine taste in animals. The Umbaran woman idly lifted a finger, scratching the underside of the mink's chin. The weasel quietly trilled and yawned, showing off long fang-like canine teeth hinged not unlike a viper's.

"She is very cute." Kloe agreed quietly, watching as the weasel found a more comfortable way to lay across her neck with her head on folded paws. After a moment, the mustelid decided not to sleep and simply watched the room happening around them. "Making her debut tonight. I've retired her mother."

The Umbaran's colorless eyes flit away from her creation towards the large human woman, briefly searching her before looking elsewhere - fighting back the urge to continue rambling about her beautiful line of minks. "It is useful to make contact with individuals with access to disposable wealth." Kloe clarified, her tone measurably even and devoid of any tone that might suggest she was annoyed by the question or receptive to further conversation. "I am not a socialite. I am a technician who sells her services to socialites. So I must go to where the socialites are." She further clarified, a hand on her hip. Standing contraposto allowed her mink to stretch out even further, her glossy glossy white fur on proud display.

She spared a quick glance over Tibera's features, then back to not making eye contact. "You are not security. But you could be." She noted, head canting to the side inquisitively. "Are you doing the same?"

 

[Saul Whesai]

Outfit: Suit
Objective: Filling my stomach and see famous faces

Saul adjusted his cuffs, looking uncomfortable in this formal setting and he wasn't even in the Gala yet. Standing in the shadows on top of the Gala's Roof, the Cyborg tried his best to look like he belonged here. When he saw the advertisements on this event posted all over the planet, his curiosity got the better of him. Maybe it was seeing people he would only see on the cover of holomags otherwise, but he never stopped coming to events like these, even if it was just to waste time. Free food and drink never killed anyone.

Sliding down the ladder, he made his way to the staff entrance. Not having had time to hack into the invitation list, he decided to go with an easier more conventual method. Walking up to door, he could see a Nautolan struggling with boxes of kitchen supplies trying to get through the door. That was his in. "Here let me help with that." Smiling back as the tentacled young man nodded in thanks, Saul held the door open for him. What the kitchen worker didn't see is Saul slip in after him and towards the party.

About a half an hour into the party, Saul was leaning one of the walls with his eyes close, taking in the music. Then he felt something unusual sensation, something he had never felt before or at least wasn't conscious of. Some kind of internal feeling that something was going to happen and as he opened his eyes wide to see one of the wait staff start to trip on the carpet in front of him while holding a full tray of drinks. With his quick reflexes, he reached out and steadied the young human woman as she started to lose her balance. "Keep it steady, wouldn't want you to have an accident." Flashing a smile, the woman said thanks before pointing out something that he hadn't noticed before. "Hey, your nose is bleeding Sir. Do you need some help with that?" It was only then that Saul noticed the blood dripping on the upper lip and wiped it off with his fingers. Trying to look normal, he waved away her concern as he tried to slowly back his away out of the conversation. "I'll be fine, just need to go the bathroom to freshen up. Thank you for your concern though." Speed walking away as fast as he could towards the bathroom, he couldn't help but think what was wrong with him. He was fast but not that fast. At the end of his train of thought, he could only think this was one of those things that might not be able to be explained away...

Liin Terallo , @Open

 

[Liin Terallo]

I felt it before I knew where it came from. A pull eminating outward from my ribcage, followed by a sense of distinct familiarity. It was like catching the scent from a long-forgotten memory.

From my vantage point I looked for the source. My gaze moved quickly among the crowd, with some individuals standing around while others danced. If only I was at the top of the stair case. That might of made things easier. Afterall there are some guests that are a lot taller than I am.

I was about to head in that direction when suddenly I felt a small hollow pulse. Not from me but from the ground, from the air, from everything. Sound distorted for a moment and this gala shimmered for a fraction of a second. The scent and feeling of static weighed heavily. It was an Echo. It was brief. I recognized it from my own experiences, but I do not believe that it was caused by me? Could it of been? I am calm and collected.

I look to see if any Force Wizards that I knew were looking at me. Yet they were not. And that was when I spotted him. A man walking quickly, apparently trying to hide a bleeding nose. The strange pull and recognition that I feel seemed to follow in his direction.

And so I move quickly to intercede. I weave around other guests, ever so glad that I was not in the center of the gala but at it's edge. It made it easier intercept his path. I had picked up a cloth napkin along the way and held it out to him, feigning the façade of a concerned guest; "Here, you look like you could use this. You need to sit down and put your head forward. It is the best way to stop the bleeding."

Tag: Saul Whesai @OPEN

 

[Thomas Barran]

TAGS
Adrikobe Kellrule

KGM CHARITY GALA
I

'My apologies, sir. The Tihaar is served in the billiards lounge, and that, if you look behind you, is upstairs beyond that door there.'
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The Supervisor was quite busy already, but with two others there to lend an assist, the contractors in charge of that particular sector would be able to handle each and every wave of customer service activity. Especially with his cybernetic eye in play, counting each and every order, every round and every tip as each action was recorded, and without protocol-droid assistance needed, the robotic element could pick up the sentient slack in other sectors. It was after the billiards lounge direction efforts when the night's second customer intake was complete, the end of one song and the beginning of another when the Supervisor announced,'Alright, you lot. We can have our smoke break - now.', reaching into his coat pocket for small carton of pre-rolled cigarras.

'Be honest, man. How much did the eye set you back?'
'Heh! Swear down, not a single credit.'
'Huh?'

Chuckling through failed attempts to properly light his rollup, the Supervisor brougt his lighter down for a moment, talking with cigarra at the corner of his mouth as he elaborated,'Its backyard-engineering, nothing more.... The work of a mad drunkard with far too much time on his hands.', before trailing off to light up and take a well-earned drag of fresh Tetan Goldleaf tobacco. Busy though the night would be throughout, the Supervisor understood there would be more moments of the sort, and though he was none too pleased at the prospect of revealing guarded personal information, the one-eyed barkeep was relieved that his allocated colleagues had not yet ventured too deep in curiosity.

'Definitely came in handy the-night, though.'
'And then some! I'm Sanden, by the way. Pleased to meet ya.'
'Likewise, Sanden.... I'm Tam.'