Public Mr. Heartbeat 864 ABY

[Yula Perl]

Undisclosed Underground Venue | Denon​

Through the alley, down the stairs, down the lift, then to the heavy Gammorean guard. If you showed your invitation, he’d let you through. If not, you joined the pile of semi-conscious bodies strewn through the dimly lit hall. What kind of place was this, anyway? Wasn’t this supposed to be a beefcake competition, not a murder scene from a holocrime?

If you made it past the guard, he’d allow you through the door. The moment it opens, you’re met with light, sound, and heat. A neon stage, booming music, and a bustling bar were concealed beneath layers of soundproofing, in a place that the Corpos hopefully wouldn’t find. Shadowrunners and their contractors covered the exits and vantage points, on the lookout for any trouble. Maybe they’d break up a petty bar fight or two that went too far, but overall, patrons were encouraged to have a good time.

Guests freely mill about between the bar and stage audience, drinking, placing bets, and socializing. A dark-haired Zeltron makes her way onto the stage, her appearance causing the crowd’s conversation to dim in hopes that the competition would begin. She extends both hands to her sides, grinning widely as the crowd’s banter begins to hush and their attention focuses on her.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and galactic beings — welcome to the galaxy’s premiere male beauty pageant, Mr. Heartbeat 864 ABY! Brought to you by Heartbeat House, and the good folks of Darkwire. Now, won’t you join me in welcoming our contestants for the evening?”

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OOC :

FIRST ROUND | If you’re a contestant, make this post your entrance post! Yula will introduce you after you make your post. Be as cool or as awkward as you like, and make sure to wear your best outfit, whether it’s a speedo or beskar’gam or whatever. Play your theme song if you have one. Just keep it PG13.

Spoiler: Contestants

Salvor King
Ryv
Kirk Korrado
Jerec Asyr
Ezekiel Graenge
Starlin Rand
Gerwald Lechner
Delsin Shaw
Darth Metus
Tyran Numeck
Franco Kennix
Mav Halo
Kal
Wynter Rackham
Hansel Aulin
Bushido Brown
Bandit Six
Caltin Vanagor
Damian Starchaser
Tulan Kor
Saket Keane
A ARS VAMI
Ru Comet
Sly Chance
Jared Starchaser
Okkeus Dainlei
Hawthorn
Warwick Armani Rhonin
Grundark

Spoiler: Audience

Daiya
Ruby Jaxx
Katarine Ryiah
Holly Starstorm
Aaran Tafo
Dagon Kaze
Sylvia Virtos
Rekha Kaarde
Mathieu Brion

If you are in the audience, you do not need a tag to join! Anyone can join as long as you’re not a Corpo, and you can view the invitation here.

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Mr. Heartbeat 864 ABY​

The memory of how they had helped the Wookiee clan find peace was still fresh on his memory. That and how she almost killed him by felling a tree on him. While her invite to the event was unexpected, Mathieu did look forward to meeting Yula Perl again - with her, there was rarely a dull moment and with his friend Cadere there with him, the evening was bound to be pleasant.

After the two had made it past the guard and inside, a smile started to appear on the Morellian's lips "This looks rather promising" he said, looking to his friend before starting to move towards the bar where he'd start out with an Abrax. With the aquamarine cognac in hand, he would then start to hunt for a tall table whilst simultaneously keeping an eye out for Yulenka who was also supposed to be there somewhere.

Once settled, he looked to his friend "I heard you were on Roche?" Of course he was, there was no more obvious system for a pilot to defend than the one he just mentioned. But mentioning it at all was something of a blunder - there was really no need to speak of that now when the purpose of them being there was to take a break and relax.

Just as he was about to start another sentence, people around them started to grow silent. It was only then that he noticed his other friend stepping onto the stage "What is she doing up there?" he mumbled, caught completely off guard by what was happening. Once she had made the announcement, he let out a low "Oh" before allowing his face to gently fall into the palm of his hand. Of course

Taking a sip from his drink, a smile formed on his face "I guess we're in for a show" with a light shrug "How have you been?" he asked, looking to Cassie before the stage would start to fill up.

 

[Sly Chance]

// so you're a tough guy
// like it really rough guy
// just can't get enough guy
// chest always so puffed guy
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Spotlight.

Sly Kyros smiles with the absolute confidence of a scoundrel who's already greased the right palms. He is holding the stem of a rose between clenched teeth, and the light catches off his aurodium crown in a dazzling reflection that seems too magical to be real. Spurs keep time with an exotic beat as the duros begins a sensual gyration of the hips. Even his mustache wiggles along with the rhythm.

With a sweep of the wide brimmed hat completing his flared ensemble Sly flexes into a pose when Yula Perl announces him as the first contender of the evening. He winks at the zeltron in silent recognition of their unspoken bargain. Sure there was always risk with any con but the Perl family was famously attracted to shiny objects. Speaking of shiny, it was time for some theatrics.

As the music reaches its crescendo, Captain Kyros flings the rose into the air toward the crowd. He lifts his hand and makes a blaster with his index finger. Next to it a wrist mounted firework launcher fires a single payload which strikes the rose dead on and bursts in a dazzling display of light that showers more than a few patrons with dangerous sparks.

 

[Starlin Rand]

After that grand entrance, the spotlight began to wander like a roving eye searching for someone to play with. Eventually it made its way to the far left of the stage, where Starlin Rand was sitting, his feet dangling over the edge of the raised platform. He was leaning forward in a way that was not flattering to his swim trunks-clad body (which was already much too pasty to begin with) in order to permit a befuddled Zeltron waitress access to his antennapalps. She had said that she didn't believe he was half Balosar, well, he figured he'd prove it.

It took him a moment or two to even realize he was being spotlighted. Then he raised his head, palps retreating swiftly back into the safety of his curls, and gave the audience a slack-jawed look, squinting against the bright lights. The waitress' eyebrows rose, and she took her cue to skedaddle, tottering away in her exceptionally high heels.

In an effort to hide his embarrassment at being caught with his antennapalps hanging out, Starlin smirked and shot finger guns at the onlookers. He held the pose, waiting for the spotlight to slide off him. It didn't. His face turned very red. Everyone could see how red it was. Eventually, he grew exasperated and shook his fist in the general direction of the spotlight operator. The spotlight operator wised up and quickly moved on to someone else.

Yula Perl

 

[Hawthorn]

A sweet melody began to play, like a tune from a bygone era. It was reminiscent of something found in one of the old holovids left over from the time before the gulag plague. From that bygone era stepped Hawthorn. His black leather shoes squeaked on the floor as he walked up onto the stage with his hands in his pockets. He was in stark contrast to the flashing neon lights around him with his immaculate tuxedo. As he walked up the steps, each movement exuded purpose and confidence, the type found only in those with a great amount of experience.

As he trod upon the stage, and moved to the lineup, his eyeless face moved towards the audience. Hawthorn gave a small, knowing smile, his thin lips turned upwards. Hands clad in black gloves exited his pockets as one arm moved upwards. He glanced down at a large Chase Fashion wrist chronometer, while his other hand rested on his hips. With a gentle movement he then looked back up at the crowd. One gloved hand went to the edge of his cap and gave a two fingered salute to those in the audience. With his secretive smile, he stood front and center, waiting to be introduced, arms crossed.

Tags: Daiya | Yula Perl | Damian Starchaser | @Everyone else
Special Thanks to Captain Jordan for help with the picture.

 

[Kirk Korrado]

Yula Perl ​

Well this was going to be... something. For starters it was a chance to get away for a bit, and there was money involved if he played his cards
right. Unfortunately this was more like picking a random card from a sleazy magician rather than any card game he was used to.

This wasn't exactly the first time Kirk had something like this for a bit of creds. Hell, swimsuit competitions might as well be the national pastime of Zeltros. Anyone invested in these kinda shows knew the Zeltrons had an edge.

Kirk wore an open black button up to display his bushy, violet chest hair and a pair of bell bottoms, black as well. Atop his well groomed hair sat a matching cowboy hat. What the hell was he doing? That was a damn good question. He couldn't think of an answer, but he was in too deep now to do anything but go the whole nine yards. The competition so far looked tough, but they couldn't match his macho.

The opening of his chosen theme song began to play off, beckoning him into the limelight. This was it. Time for a show.

When he took to the stage, with the neon and the spotlights both bathing him, he set about with the theatrics. He strode confidently to the psychedelic music which seemed to pulsate with the neon lights around the room. Right to the edge of the stage as Yula announced him, making sure to open his shirt even more. The ladies loved that. The natural Zeltron pheromones, more than just his own for sure, made the crowd ecstatic.

He struck a few manly poses like he was expected to, then he got to one knee on the edge of the stage and leaned down, gently grabbing the hand of an adoring fan who'd been pining after all of the heartthrobs so far, and placing a kiss on it. As he stood with swagger, he frisbeed his hat out into the audience.

"Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen." he said smoothly as he turned to walk off the stage, not looking back for even a split second to maintain his cool appearance.

 

[Ruby Jaxx]

Ruby stood in the neon lights next to the stage, cringing. How did she end up here at Mr. Heartbeat? How... Oh, feth, it wasn't worth trying to figure out. Yula Perl seemed cool, and Ruby had volunteered to help out – before she really had a clue what this whole thing was about – that was the actual reason. Instead of her normal black tee, she had on a white shirt that glowed in the black light, and it featured the rather saucy Mr. Heartbeat logo emblazoned boldly on the front. She'd topped it off with a leather jacket though.

What exactly was her role tonight? She didn't know. For now, she decided to post up next to the stage and cross her arms in an attempt to look nonchalant and uninterested in the beef-cake showdown. But, her darkly lined eyes did track towards the stage a few times just to scope out the level of competition. And she had to admit, it was already looking like an interesting show.

She wasn't sure just how wild things were bound to get, but she figured that she act as crowd control... keep audience members from rushing the stage and the competitors.

Ruby's gaze was drawn to Starlin Rand as the spotlight fell upon his swim-trunks clad form. The slim man also seemed to have been caught with some kind of business hanging out (of his head). Ooookay, then. Well, this was definitely an interesting start.

Her eyes also found a pair of young men seated in the audience. Ruby squinted at Mathieu Brion and Cadere , they weren't part of the show? Well, that seemed odd. They looked like they should be up there with the rest of the dudes. Ruby shrugged and let her eyes continue to roam.

 

[Kal]

In a contest of masculinity and good looks, Kal was certainly an odd choice - he could have inhabited some stud or another but had opted not to.

Entering the stage after the hirsute Zeltron zerf herder (that was a traditional Corellian nerf herder hat, was it not?), the vaguely masculine silhouette that was Kal slid through empty air, what little could be seen discerned of his shadowy form shaped to look like a fit but slim young man. Compared to the previous entries, the crowd just seemed confused. Not necessarily in a bad way, but beauty shows typically asked for a physical body.

Spinning in a lazy circle while the crowd simply watched and some weird psychedelic music allegedly (the Netherworld's musicians were semi-reliable at best) capable of provoking feelings of attraction played in the background, Kal reached relayed a telepathic message to the announcer.​

<Does tradition dictate that I outbid the blue moustachioed man to secure your vote? This is my first such contest, you see.>

Yula Perl || Kirk Korrado & Sly Chance - Mentioned.​

 

[Dagon Kaze]

...they voted Denon the worst place to live in the galaxy. Main issues? Sky-high rate of violence and more people living below the poverty line than anywhere else. Can’t deny it; it’s all true... but everybody still wants to live here. This world’s always got a promise for you. Might be a lie, an illusion, but it’s there... just around the corner - and it keeps you going.

No wonder Dagon found himself here. A drop of intel about a big crime ring operating from Denon into Alliance space ripe to get its ass busted brought the Jedi to this undisclosed underground avenue.

He had leaned back at the bar, his inquisitive blue eyes scanning the area facing the stage where a dark-haired Zeltron girl was making introductions. A male beauty pageant - who the hell operated intergalactic crime syndicates with a butt contest as a front? Well, he could not not trust Ryv , his information was always solid and he always had an exemplary flair for detective work, something that he had rubbed off on Dagon.

Without any signs implicating him of his Jedi affiliation - no New Jedi leather jacket, no lightsaber in sight, just casual tee and jeans - the raven-haired padawan observed the proceedings. A rather too-old-for-this-chit Zeltron man with the stache of the people taking the stage;...oddly reminding him of Zaavik Perl . Dagon blinked away the confusion and continued monitoring the situation with soda in hand.

Little did he know the Sword of the Jedi was pulling the prank of the century on Dagon.

ok i tag Kal | Ruby Jaxx | The Kirk Korrado | Hawthorn | Starlin Rand | Sly Chance | Mathieu Brion | Yula Perl
open to interaction too

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Wow.

Sylvia did not fit in here.

The moment the spacer stepped inside, a sense of regret overcame her. When she heard that both Kal and Jared Starchaser were participating she had found herself wanting to show her face at the beauty pageant to support her two friends, mixed with being healthily curious as to how the former of the two was going to try to pull it off. Now that she was actually here, though, Sylvia realized just how much she was going to have to sit through.

At least there still was the bar, and towards that bar Sylvia very quickly made her way. She made a beeline towards an open seat, got comfortable, and ordered a drink. As long as she took small sips, she could keep her attention focused on it without it looking too awkward. Occasional glances were cast towards the stage, where the spacer would catch glimpses of awkward moments and other things that elicited the occasional chuckle.

When a certain ghost-like being took the stage, however, Sylvia properly turned around and began to clap. She wondered what was happening with the music Kal had chosen, but found the moment entertaining regardless. If he ever went to ask her how it went, she'd tell him he killed it. Even if he now was one of the weirdest contestants in a beauty pageant the galaxy had ever seen.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Moving out of the way to give the other contestants room, Starlin hopped down from the stage and wandered over to where Ruby Jaxx was sitting. Why attempt to start a conversation with her specifically? Well, she had given him a look of amused bemusement. Under the circumstances, that was as good a reason as any to talk to a stranger. Also, she was kinda cute, so there's that.

"Hi," he greeted her, nearly tripping over the leg of a chair on his way over. Grinning at his own clumsiness (he hadn't been drinking, he was just a bumbling buffoon) he plopped down in the offending chair in order to establish dominance over the piece of furniture and let his "business" pop out of his head like bunny ears. "These are my antennapalps. They pick up sound vibrations. With them, I can hear a fly fart from ten miles away... or any Corpos that might be looking to pop in on this joint."

The palps wiggled a little as though dancing to the club music, then slithered back into the confines of his wild hair.

"I get 'em from my dad's side. He was a Balosar. They're kind of like Zeltrons as far as having a reputation for being party animals, except with Zeltrons they get to die prettily and tragically young from an overdose on designer drugs. Balosars turn into homeless junkies, get really skinny and pale and their teeth start to get all fethed up, then they eventually waste away on a diet of nothing but death sticks." He didn't know why he was going into so much detail on a less than pleasant subject, but once he got started, he figured he might as well finish. "I kicked the habit, though. Anyway, forget about me. How you doin'? What brings you to this circus? Aside from the free drinks, that is."

 

[Ishani Dinn]

"Are you selling drugs?"

Ishani looked up at the Twi'lek girl standing in front of her table, where she had laid out a few of her perfume sample boxes. "No, I'm selling perfume," she mumbled.

"What?"

"I'm selling perfume," she repeated, raising her voice over the music.

The Twi'lek nodded. "Oh, I get it. Perfume is a code word for drugs."

"... No," Ishani said, shaking her head. "I am not selling drugs. I am selling perfume."

"Are there drugs in the perfume?"

Ishani gave her a strained look, closed her eyes, and decided to play along. "... Yes. Would you like to buy some?"

"Hell yeah dude." The Twi'lek produced a few creds. "How much?"

"That depends on which one you want. This one is the most popular one, it's got pheromones in it to make you more attractive. This one gives you more energy, and this one will make sure that that cloud of exhaust over there." She pointed in the direction of Kal . "Will never come anywhere near you."

"Hell yeah dude," the Twi'lek repeated what was apparently her favorite catchphrase. She proceeded to buy one of everything and commenced spraying all three items on herself, one right after the other, in full proximity of the noses of other club patrons.

Ishani watched her do it, wincing. "You really shouldn't... do that here... okay."

The unfortunate people around her waved their hands in front of their faces, swatting at the fumes. Meanwhile the Twi'lek, invigorated by stimulants and confidence-boosting pheromones, threw herself onto the dancefloor for a bump-and-grind session of legendary proportions, drawing the bewildered yet electrified olfactories of half a dozen men and women.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

The song was Ithorian punk, a harmonious scream layered over a crunchy UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ. Its name was unpronounceable by human throats, its lyrics unintelligible to human minds.

With deep respect for his predecessors, Jerec twerked seismically.​

 

[Damian Starchaser]

There was bass reverberating through the walls with the rhythmic beats of a dozen songs harmonizing steadily into a sort of living pulse for the venue. Damian put his hand on the wall and felt it like a heartbeat, the living pulse of the venue. Every club had one, the sound traveling through the walls pounding like blood through veins propelled by the steady beating of loudspeaker hearts. It was a pulse he’d known well having been intimately entwined with the Perl clan over what seemed to be an amount of years that didn’t match his youthful appearance.

Standing and waiting for his turn he considered his predicament well. Why was here? The answer was simple, Yula. He’d come to support his niece and if that meant getting on stage half naked and potentially embarrassing her… well that was all the better. Then again she was Zeltron, perhaps only partially genetically but genetics wasn’t culture. and they tended not to embarrass that easily.

Fanfare and foolery, it was all a bit much, then again that was the point.

Damian was, to use the words of more puritanical commentator, immodest clothing, insofar as he wore little clothing. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, had never been, and regardless he’d prepared for the competition shaving and getting back into shape after a short time of convalescing after previous injuries.

Shirtless he walked out onto the platform with the music's cue playing him on. There wasn’t as much theatrics as some of the others, a calculated move, as he walked down the catwalk. Instead of blowing a kiss to the audience or performing an interpretive dance or other such shenanigans instead Damian oozed confidence. The man may have been fueled with insecurities considering himself the galaxies worse Jedi, but he was not insecure about his body image.

Reaching the end of the catwalk he let shine a million credit smile, the type he’d practiced since he was a child and had fooled many in his lies. Damian Starchaser might be a horrible Jedi but he was a good liar and acting was just lying brought to it’s next logical evolution.

With a turn he walked back off the stage.

 

[Warwick Armani Rhonin]

Let's see, we've got aliens, tough guys, yep. No competition here.

At least that's what Warwick told himself as he prepared to walk out to the stage. He didn't know what to wear, thus he opted for a simple, relaxed outfit. One he could easily change out of for the latter stages of the show. He wasn't here for politics, or to make a statement. He just wanted the girls, and maybe some cheap spice that he could sell off-planet for triple the price.

At last it was his turn to step onto the stage, easy enough, he'd done it hundreds of times with his band.

He held the hand of a girl he'd been with for a week or two, pulling her out just enough for the crowd to see her, then kissed her. She wouldn't be allowed on stage, but it was a nice touch to get the others jealous. Maybe even some female judges would vote for him to try and earn his favor. He grinned as his chosen theme song blared, without lyrics as he planned to sing it for the talent section.

This was gonna be fun.

 

[Daiya]

U U V | D​

Inside the club venue the music was deafening, the crowd was packed, and excitement was tangible. There was hardly any room to move about, hardly any chance to be heard, hardly anything to do but just drink and dance in place while waiting for the show to start.

Daiya wouldn't have it any other way.

The lights and holograms that dashed about the room sparkled off the sequin-ed design of her gold and black shirt, which shimmered as Daiya moved to the beat of the music. Energy poured out of her as the lights reflected off her body, the whole of her being tingling with the anticipation of the day's contest. She had come for the sounds and the scene, but most of all the sights.

The teen joined the rest of the crowd in their cheers as Yula Perl finished her announcement, raising her glass toward the stage before bringing it back to take a sip. The sweet, blue colored liquid flooded her senses even with the smallest of tastes, overwhelming her with a dozen, dizzying sensations. She didn't even know if there was alcohol in this, even shouting her order to the bartender from right next to the counter had been futile, the drink set down in front of her wasn't anything close to the Meltdown she had ordered. She swallowed the small sip anyway, a smile growing on her lips as she broke into another cheer when the first of the contestants appeared.

The music was different now, each of the men on stage getting a different walk-up song. Maybe it wasn't bad music, but it was nothing danceable anymore. The girl was just a little disappointed, watching the first batch of contestants with wary interest. A broad-hatted Duro, a Balosar caught in flagrante, a suit-wearing...mushroom? And to top it all off, a Zeltron man who oozed as much charisma as he had body hair.

With a roll of her eyes, Daiya turned her attention elsewhere in the club. There were other patrons here gazing at the epitome of male beauty strutting about the stage, even a few that the young shadowrunner recognized like Ruby Jaxx . Once or twice, someone on stage caught her eye, like the silhouette of an incredibly handsome man...which only turned out to be some kind of shadowy creature. She hadn't spotted anyone worthy of exuberant screaming yet.

Her nose wrinkled as Daiya caught a whiff of a strong scent. At first, she looked to the stage for the source, only to find it in a Twi'lek girl dancing near her. The teen held her nose and shut her watery eyes against the sting already infecting them, shaking her head a little to clear it before approaching the young alien. "Oh my stars, that smells a-mazing!"

"Hell yeah, dude," the Twi'lek lit up at the compliment, and brought out one of the bottles she had been spraying from. "It's the drugs that make it so uh-mah-zing, like you say!"

Daiya nearly cringed at hearing the other girl butcher her favorite word, but she flashed a broad, hollow smile and blinked her eyes sweetly. Whatever drugs this Twi'lek was on, they weren't in the perfume. She reached out her hand, wrist up, offering it while she asked, "Can I try some?"

"Hell yeah, dude!" As the Twi'lek girl extended the bottle toward the outstretched hand, finger on the nozzle to spray it, Daiya grabbed the bottle itself instead. She brought it close to her face, turning it this way and that as she admired its undulating shape, ignoring the babble that dribbled from the mouth of the other girl.

Daiya turned and handed the bottle to some unsuspecting passerby, who took it with a confused look, before grinning and carrying on their way. "Thanks," the teen tossed back to the Twi'lek, who now had one less way to annoy the packed crowd today. Raising her glass in a mock toast, Daiya winked as she suggested, "It was for sharing, right?"

She grinned behind her glass as the girl turned away, taking another sip of the liquid. Daiya reveled in the sweetness, the music, and as a new contestant took to the stage, the way the competition was shaping up. She had some renewed source of energy now, spying the familiar shape of an Ithorian spacer coming onstage to very danceable music, and Jerec Asyr was taking full advantage.

There was only one thing she could do for a twerking Ithorian. Daiya screamed her excitement toward the stage, giddy over one of the contestants at last!

 

[Ruby Jaxx]

When Ruby looked back towards the stage, Starlin Rand was already hopping down... and approaching her. She watched as he nearly tripped, and she couldn't help but crack a smirk. Smooth move. “Uh, hi,” she said, returning the greeting with a brief nod. As he casually took a seat, she remained rooted where she was. And listened to his explanation of his... antenna-somethings. Ruby'd forgotten the world right after it'd left his mouth.

“Well, nice... thingies, then,” she said, motioning vaguely to the top of her own head, where there was no such wiggly business. But she had to admit, it would be nice to be able to hear... or pick up vibrations when Corpos were nearby.

Her brows lofted slightly when he gave her more background about his Balosar heritage. Interesting, especially the bit about getting skinny, pale, and addicted to death sticks. Wow, what charm.

“I'm mostly here for the free stuff,” Ruby replied. It was true. “But I'm sort of, I guess, working here tonight? Or volunteering, whatever.” She shrugged slightly, trying to hide the fact that small-talk made her die a little bit inside. “So, how are you gonna compete with...” Ruby's eyes flickered to the stage, where there was now an Ithorian... twerking. “With that.” she finished, chuckling.

 

[Ru Comet]

Yula Perl

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Having arrived some time before the start he was making use of a curtained booth to get himself ready for his entry. First impressions were always important so he was going for something that played off his space courier lifestyle, and no small amount of glam. Ru knew he couldn't beat the others with suave undertones or musculature, but he though he'd have a fighting chance with some showmanship "First time on Denon?" he asked himself "Yeah, first time." he replied "What did you do?" he asked in a voice that seemed to be a mashed up mimicry of a 'stranger' as he looked into the mirror intently with a brush applying makeup to parts of his face "Oh you know the normal thing, entered a beauty contest."

Ru pushed his feet into his white shin height repulsor boots then buckled them as he looked at himself in a small mirror. He arranged long spiky white hair, and inspected his orange glowing cybernetic irises - looking good! A trio of yellow stars were under his left eye and on his ear was a slim headset. His fair skin, where bare, was speckled with golden glitter flakes so that they reflected light. Ru had a bracelet on both wrists which were painted white plastoid, only there to give some balance to the color of his boots. As he heard the other contestants begin to be introduced he clapped his hands together once and patted himself on each of his cheeks while rolling his shoulders around while whispering to himself "Showtime!" When one theme song died down another began to play, and that was his cue!

After a beat Ru Comet burst through a curtained booth zipping above the crowd on his repuslor boots (only creating a slight breeze around him) , spinning multiple times leaving a swirl of faint blue below his feet until he was on stage with his hands outspread as he stuck the landing. His sleeveless, knee length, black body suit burst with brightness with a what appeared to many tiny solar flares simulated by pin sized lights that danced across the surface. The courier pointed his hands out at the audience, and put both hands to his mouth to blow a show boaty kiss at them. The intro music then faded away. There was a bright grin on his face that was pretty fun! he thought to himself.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Some Charity Event?
Equipment: Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Tag: Yula Perl

Exactly why am I here?

One of the Padawans, probably a few of them no doubt thought it funny to sign the big guy up for this event. They told him that it was for charity and that it was an exhibition of what made him, him. Well, when the big guy isn't busy being a Jedi, he's busy either fixing things or finding things to lift. So Caltin was going to show how he was capable of this. If he had to work out, then the big guy needed to find some things he could use. This shirt was going to have to lose the sleeves, so off they went. Next, he would need something heavy... something he could use that would make onlookers swivel their heads immediately. There, those chains, they were not being used. That would be something that could work.

Okay it looked like a stage manager was looking at him, either he had spinach in his teeth, or he was due next.

One second, yeah, teeth are fine.

Okay, here goes.

Walking out, where are the benches? The weights? What is... wait? Is it your birthday?!

No! Wait, is it? I forgot at this point.

It's your birthday, isn't it?!

Wouldn't YOU know?

Anyway, the looks were a little uncomfortable, but well... this was a strength competition, right? A few overhead tricep curls with this chain... and that should do it. Back to the back since no one seems to be setting up any weights.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Cadere]

The invitation was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. The hyperactive, adventure-loving Jedi was in much need of a break, and there was nothing better than using this time to catch up with Mathieu Brion . Cas hadn't seen his best friend in a while, duty calls and all that, but it was good to see the Morellian once again. Although being on Denon wasn't the first place he'd have chose... considering the ol' ex Xan Deesa lived here and all.

"Didn't think there'd be this much fanfare." Cas commented, glancing around the venue before accompanying Mathieu to the bar, ordering an Ebla. Settled at the tall table, Cas took a swing of his ebla - he quit drinking for a while but... after recent events? The Kiffar needed an outlet. Cas glanced at Mathieu and raised an eyebrow at Matty following his question, the corner of his lip formed into a smirk "Little birdie tell you that?" he asked, keeping the answer vague before switching it onto Matty "You were on Sarka, yeah?" this wouldn't be the first time either of the two had encountered the Bryn, but during their first encounter, Mathieu took the losses hard. The young Jedi wondered if his friend's experience was... less traumatic.

Cas watched as Mathieu was seconds from starting a sentence only to notice everything go silence. Glancing toward the stage, he spotted Yula Perl and a sultry grin immediately spread across his lips "I don't know. But she looks damn good though." he said before taking a gulp of his drink. Man, I definitley have to hit her up after this... Cas thought to himself. Bowing his head down, Cas' index finger stroked the rim of the glass as the Padawan questioned how he'd been recently.

Immediately, recent events flashed across the Jedi Knight's mind. Yenna's kidnapping and rescue, his recent encounter with Insatious, Argaloth... and that was the tip of the iceberg. Once the flush of memories faded, Cas' head raised and his eyes met Mathieu's - plastering a smile, he answered in an upbeat tone "Never been better. Living life to the fullest." not really paying attention to what else was happening on stage, Cas paused for a brief moment before moving onto the Morellian "What about you? You good? Seeing anyone special or are you just all work and no play?" he chuckled.