Zandra Tal'verda
Lady Luck
The Nameless Cantina on Coruscant was easily Zandras favorite place. Some people got so confused when she tried to tell them about it.
"Nameless? You mean it doesn't have a name?"
"No, no! It's called Nameless!"
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid."
That was typically how the conversation would go. And Zandra would never feel bad about insulting anyone who made fun of her favorite spot. It was a place that had been around for ages in the underbelly of Coruscant, owned by the same man since he was 16, and owned by his uncle before then, and his uncle before then. It had a weird tradition of being handed down from Uncle to Nephew. Mismatched wooden chairs and tables cluttered the cantina. Next to the raised bar, was a small stage, hardly more than a square of wooden boards jumbled together to make a platform. It was rickety and had seen better days for sure, but the home made candles in jars on every table gave this place such a warm, friendly glow that nobody could quite deny that this place had charm.
When Zandra walked in, her favorite band was setting up. Every few days, Nameless had open mic night and every single time, this band would play. She caught the eye of the Synthesizer player and he waved at her. She still didn't know the bands name (if it even had one yet) or the Twi'lek Synth players name, but she was known to them. She was that familiar face in the crowd at every show.
The cantina was not very crowded tonight. A lot of them were at home tonight, watching news updates. Something big had happened somewhere in the Galaxy, but Zandra was dedicated to being the Nameless Band's biggest fan. She couldn't let them down by just not coming.
Besides, until Calico got back, she needed something to occupy her mind.
[member="Shiva Horizonis"] [member="Shalla Horizonis"]
"Nameless? You mean it doesn't have a name?"
"No, no! It's called Nameless!"
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid."
That was typically how the conversation would go. And Zandra would never feel bad about insulting anyone who made fun of her favorite spot. It was a place that had been around for ages in the underbelly of Coruscant, owned by the same man since he was 16, and owned by his uncle before then, and his uncle before then. It had a weird tradition of being handed down from Uncle to Nephew. Mismatched wooden chairs and tables cluttered the cantina. Next to the raised bar, was a small stage, hardly more than a square of wooden boards jumbled together to make a platform. It was rickety and had seen better days for sure, but the home made candles in jars on every table gave this place such a warm, friendly glow that nobody could quite deny that this place had charm.
When Zandra walked in, her favorite band was setting up. Every few days, Nameless had open mic night and every single time, this band would play. She caught the eye of the Synthesizer player and he waved at her. She still didn't know the bands name (if it even had one yet) or the Twi'lek Synth players name, but she was known to them. She was that familiar face in the crowd at every show.
The cantina was not very crowded tonight. A lot of them were at home tonight, watching news updates. Something big had happened somewhere in the Galaxy, but Zandra was dedicated to being the Nameless Band's biggest fan. She couldn't let them down by just not coming.
Besides, until Calico got back, she needed something to occupy her mind.
[member="Shiva Horizonis"] [member="Shalla Horizonis"]