Night of Murder, Haunting and Partying! - SJO Halloween Social

[Silver Arrow]

It is finally time for the SJO to host their very on spookactular event! It is Halloween on Kashyyyk, cobwebs are dangling from the trees (more so than normal!), jack-o-lanterns have been carved by the children and adults alike and it is finally coming to head with three big events happening. [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] has generously decided to host a party at his and his family's new house on the outskirts of the the temple, it is a fancy event that is serving drinks for adults and children alike. The event has been said to be one to die for!

Second event is the classic but very important costume competition being held in the Silver Jedi gardens! Come to impress and spook your fellow Silver friends! The competition is open to everyone and the winner will be announced towards the end of the night and offered their prize for winning! So make sure that you give it your all! The final event being hosted at the SJO is the haunted Mansion, rumours have been spreading that a house not far from the Silver Rest is occupied with ghosts, ghouls, zombies and more horrors, explore the haunted mansion at your own peril and make sure to have fun!

Events:

Spoiler

A surprise Cluedo-esque event at Yuroic's new house.

Costume Competition within the Silver Gardens

Haunted Mansion for those brave enough to explore.

Have fun with the Halloween social folks!

 

[Nida Perl]

“Well…this is it.”

Nida craned her neck back to take in the entirety of the eerie structure before them. Talk of an abandoned home just beyond the reaches of the Silver Rest had been circulating around the Halls of Healing for the past few days, culminating to this night. Inspired by a recent horror flick binge, Nida’s curiosity outweighed her fears and common sense, leading them to pause and linger at the threshold of the old home.

There were whispers of strange things happening in and around the unlit house, but this just looked downright creepy. Of course, Nida hadn’t come alone—no, she was not brave enough for that. Her arms were wrapped around one of Thirdas’ own, taking comfort in the ranger’s large stature. Surely they’d survive this together, won’t they?

The wind blew a chill though her and she shuddered, moving closer to her beloved. The house creaked and groaned ominously with the sudden gust, and Nida seriously considered turning around and heading back to Yuroic’s house where the party was being held. Despite being an easy read and transparent with her fears, she didn’t want Thirdas to see her chicken out.

“Well…guess we’d better head inside, yeah?”

[member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

KASHYYYK - 100 METERS FROM HAUNTED MANSION​

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Rick approached the haunted building eagerly.​

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He had been working for countless hours, in service of his company, the Jedi, and the ORC. But now, he could have the chance to take a break. To thoroughly spook himself, and forget about everything else. For just one night, he could allow it. For just one night, Rick could push the guilt aside and have fun, enjoying himself almost as much as the children of Mo-

Rick didn't let himself finish that thought. It was still a struggle to push away his guilt ans grief, rather than drown in it. Days like this were meant to help him, so he would take advantage of them.

As he got closer to the building, white suit flowing gently behind him in the wind, Rick noticed a pair of humanoids going down the same road he was. A male and a female, most likely lovers based on their proximity. A brief pang of jealousy shot through Rick, but he shoved it down even further than his grief. Once he was parallel to the pair and on their left, he introduced himself.

"Hello there. What brings you here at this time of year?"

[member="Nida Perl"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Yuroic's New House!
Objective: Be a good host and have fun!

It was time for Yuroic and his family move out of the shrinking apartment and into a much more spacious house outside of the Rest. He had been planning the move for several months with them now having a third child. He figured hosting a Halloween party, he was looking forward to the party kicking off but he wasn't sure how many were interested in visiting his new place. He had made a large selection of party food with several options for drinks. Alcoholic drinks for those interested in that, as well as soft drinks and punch for anyone who wanted to maintain a clearer head for the night. Yuroic poured himself a glass of punch as he looked over the decorations of the room, he went for a classic fun spooky appearance, not haunted house level but fun and creative. Some of the decorations had been made by the younger two children, though he was sure Asaraa would have joined them in helping out if she was not busy with her own events.

Walking around the room, Yuroic waited patiently for others to arrive before he made an announcement and greeting to everyone.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

"It is indeed," he replied with some mirth. [member="Nida Perl"] had talked about the abandoned building the last few days, ever since she first heard rumours of its existence. He'd always found it an odd interest of hers, being so enamoured with those old horror vids considering her gentle and timid nature, only to deprive her of sleep at night. Still, it was a rather adorable contrast Thirdas could not help but indulge, and so he was quite happy to accompany her to this supposedly haunted house. For once they had time to themselves, away from missions or battlefields. For once, he wasn't wearing a uniform or carrying a blaster.

Already she clinged to him as they approached the lone house, looking like something right out of a children's ghost story. He sure didn't mind the closeness of her wrapping her arms around his, seeking shelter from what horrors undoubtedly awaits within. "Sure looks the part of a haunted house," he said, placing his hand upon the rickety guard rail of the steps leading up to the porch, only to wipe the layers of dust and dirt against his trousers. "Must have stood abandoned for decades, judging by the... well, everything."

The sound of footsteps had the pair turn to find [member="Rick Kaloo"], a member of the unmistakable Calamari people. "Hail, friend! I see we're not the only to have been reached by the rumours." He extended his free hand towards the stranger, not quite keen on letting Nida release hold of him so readily. "Name's Thirdas - Sergeant, Dorn Company." His head motioned towards the Zeltron at his side. "This one is Nida."

"So, Rick," he continued once introductions had been made, turning to face the old building once more. "What's your take on these rumours of a 'haunted house'? We were gonna head inside, snoop around a bit."

Taking his first step up unto the porch caused the old, rotten wood to creak and groan, enough to make one think the floor would give way underneath their feet. "Not too late to turn back," he cautioned Nida. "Could still go join the others at the party."

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Costume competition

If there was one opportunity for Griet to wear something other than business attire (casual or professional) or even combat gear, as was the case on Rhen Var or Onderon, that had to be it. [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] having bought a new home on the edge of Silver Rest (probably close to where one of the dead trees were prior to the battle), she can't help but feel that the Wookiees provided tax breaks to non-Wookiee Jedi to settle down, and maybe even write off the cost of purchasing the home as a deduction on a tax return, either under some Wookiee depreciation voodoo or Section 179-style immediate expensing provision (capital gains provisions typically don't play much in a decision to buy real estate property, but may matter in a sale or involuntary disposition, a.k.a. destruction in battle or in a natural disaster). And yet, she couldn't help but be reminded of the lifetime of free tax returns she pledged him. A much more revealing costume than she would usually wear, but here it was. Dating as far back as when she was just an enchantress, before she even started doing the Utai Magic Circle's accounting, much less take the galactic external auditing community by storm.

 

[Syd Celsius]

Came to event in: 90 Suit (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/146048-90-suit/)

Armed with: Nothing. She IS the weapon.

Objective: Mingle

The evening was young and celebration was in the air.

Syd was feeling unusually festive, in her own, greatly reduced way. She had been between assignments and it was a while since she had a chance to socialize. She had warmed to the idea (Pun: 70 XP) ever since first doing it at that prior gathering, and she had had many more chances to interact with Jedi since then. She was a little excited to be honest. What should she wear? None of her civilian clothing was fireproof. Ironically her actual equipment (Armored catsuits!) ended up looking more like a costume than anything store bought. Some civilians had even asked her who she was supposed to be cosplaying as. Syd's answer was, of course, "Gritty Licensed Superhero."

The Flame Geist, born from the torn apart remains of a murdered Sith Lord, decided to simply wear the sort of thing she normally would wear, and in the comfort of her Star Courier's private quarters (She still felt anxiety in enclosed spaces but it was less intense on her own ship.) she examined her armors, behind their glassteel cases. There was very little difference in design scheme...each suit looked like it was made of chrome, in different colors. Gold was always prominent. The first three were all Syd's personal handiwork. The fourth, a white and gold suit, was not made by her. Technically.

That had been the Armor of the Sith her "creators" had murdered. Darth Phyre.

Syd had never understood what had prompted her to design her red and gold suit in such a manner. It was not until coming across Phyre's armor in her unfinished tomb (Where she had been murdered.) that she understood why. Even then, some of that wretched Sithspawn's memories must have been filtering in. Syd wondered what her original handler, The Man in White, would have done if she had remembered it all immediately. Would he have imprisoned her far earlier? Or would he have simply killed her as he had Phyre and started over, this time from a source not quite so corrupt?

Had he ever held any real respect for her? Or was it all lip service? Syd to this day was not certain. Perhaps he had merely feigned respect for her, but in secret simply viewing her as nothing but the Sith he had murdered to get what he wanted. He had certainly never hinted at any distaste towards her, but that could mean he was either ambivalent or highly disciplined. Either way, it was clear he had known Phyre in some capacity. Syd remembered their final exchange before that enchanted hourglass had ripped Phyre apart (Painfully. Extremely painfully. No one could say Phyre had not earned a painful execution.) Had Phyre been a Jedi? Even this was unknown about her.

Syd, after a moment, decided to wear her blue and gold suit, slipping on the outfit and floating off her ship with a gift in hand. She had bought these, having no skill at cooking (Well, not exactly, but she just wasn't used to cooking food), flying to the new house built by [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] to see (and this time, genuinely appreciate) this 'party' he had set up. Syd never went to parties. It was to be a completely foreign experience to her. That time she had been in that last costume contest did not count. Even in the evening whatever faint light remained glinted on the skin tight armor as she let the air hit her, speeding up to reach his house.

She had interacted with Yuroic rarely. They had done at least one assignment together, way back, but Syd had a good impression of him. Part of her was still getting used to the idea that Jedi were allowed to have children. She had thought it long overdue. The ancient Jedi had once believed they could and should control such a personal aspect of someone. Darth Vader had been the result. All those rules, all those regulations. Those were what had killed the classic Jedi, more than any Sith had. Syd wondered how Anakin Skywalker might have faired in this era, where the policies were looser. Would he have still gone bad? Would he have gone even worse? A riddle for the ages. Syd at the very least imagined the poor feth might have given it a little more thought before cutting Windu's hand off. Wishful thinking perhaps.

Syd finally landed in front of Xeraic's home, looking and smiling a little at the decoration. She had been partly thinking of the costume party first, but this was a chance to mingle on a more than superficial level. She had never ventured into the home of a family. Not as Syd anyway...

She could not drink, nor eat, so she could not fully enjoy it. She might have in Phyre's armor, but she had not the nerve to wear it yet. And certainly not around the people Phyre would have utterly relished murdering. The risk was too great, despite the armor having been purified. Better to go in barely able to feel than to feel too much.

Syd floated to the front door which was open.

"Master Xeraic? I brought brownies..." Syd explained calmly, showing him the large package of sweets. "You look well. You have a nice house."

A dry opening yes, but Syd had not fully nailed natural human speak. Some of the way she addressed others still needed work...

 

[Nida Perl]

At the sound of footsteps beside them, Nida fidgeted and nearly jumped into Thirdas’ arms. Soon however, she realized that it was just another explorer, like themselves. “Oh…hello. You’re…Knight Kaloo, right?” She smiled at the Mon Calamari, having recognized him from the temple grounds. Her hands had tightened around the Ranger’s arm in surprise, a fact she was just now realizing before loosening her grip.

It made her feel a little more confident now that they had a party, at least. A ranger, a jedi knight, and a padawan healer. Which would be the first to go?

As Thirdas made for the steps, Nida felt as if her feet had been turned to stone. “N-no way!” She shook her head as he gave her an out, even though she wanted to turn around and slink away. “This is just like The Haunted Mansion of Bastion. I’m not scared!” Still, she had trouble getting herself to budge. That flick, for all of it's cheesy special effects and bad acting, had not ended on a positive note. Cautiously, she turned her head to face Rick. “You’re not scared either…right?”

[member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Red stood in a corner.

He yawned.

Why am I even here? I hate parties. Red thought to himself.

He had no clue. In fact, he had no idea how he even got there. One moment, he was in the barracks, the next thing he knew, he was at this party. Weird, Red would have to wonder about it later. Right now, he needed an escape plan. He was surrounded by squishy lunatics in costumes. He wanted to find a way out of this party without seeming rude. Right now, nothing fun was happening.

Maybe if something mildly exciting happened, or if someone caught his attention, he might stay.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

KASHYYYK - 1 METER FROM HAUNTED MANSION​

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"Admiral Rick Kaloo of the Sixth Fleet. Pleasure to meet you, Thirdas and Nida."

Then Thirdas continued, asking how Rick felt about the house. "Seems safe enough." replied Rick. "Perhaps the older Jedi are simply using some Force illusions to spook the younglings."

"Or maybe, there's a sneaky poltergeist waiting to dump a bucket of water on our heads." continued Rick, chuckling lightly.

The woman, Nida, then asked him if he was scared. "Not at all." replied Rick, his tone subconsciously turning darker as he continued. "I've seen much worse things on the battlefields."

Before Rick could allow himself to think of Mon Calamari burning, and once again drown in the guilt which had consumed him for months, he ascended the final step and opened the door to the haunted house. The door was made of old, rotting wood, with holes haphazardly scattered throughout. Its hinges moaned loudly, before being replaced by the thump of footsteps as Rick slowly walked in.

[member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Nida Perl"]

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

An admiral? Not quite who he had imagined would be joining them on their little quest of exploration. But Thirdas knew better than to get all formal all of a sudden - both men were off duty, after all.

"By all means, lead the way," he motioned towards the door to the eerie house, looking down at Nida at his side and offering a confident smile.

Upon entering, he was surprised at how big the place seemed compared to how it looked from the outside. Up ahead there was a large staircase splitting in two halfway to the upper floor, and there were plenty of rooms on each side of them as they entered. "This isn't a house, this is more like a mansion," he commented. His eyes then turned to the floor as they slowly strode through the entrance hall and into the mansion proper.

"Nida," he whispered. "Don't look at your feet." If she did, she'd soon find that some of the creaking and crackling came not from the wood itself, but rather the countless skeletal remains littering the floor; rats and rodents caught in cobwebs and left to rot undisturbed for years on end.

Once the trio reached the bottom of the stairs, Thirdas made the mistake of placing his hand upon the end of the guard rail, immediately getting himself covered in layers of dust and cobwebs.

"Ugh... So, which way do we go first? Do we go up a floor? Or do we... split up," he slowly turned to Nida, teasing her with a phony spooky accent.

[member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Nida Perl"]​

 

[Nida Perl]

Though Thirdas had insisted she not look at her feet, that was exactly what Nida did. Her head tilted down in time to discover that the creaking and crunching beneath her feet was due to the tiny bones of animals long passed. “Oh…oh my.” Shuddering, she absently tightened her grip on Thirdas’ arm. “These must have been here for a while.” Maybe that was a good sign—whatever had dwelled within this house was now long gone? That thought strangely disappointed her.

When they reached the crossroads, Nida lifted a hand to brush some of the dust and webs from Thirdas’ blonde hair—while standing on the tips of her toes, of course. “Careful,” She admonished while wiping away some dust that had settled on his brow. “You’ll get caught in the web of a giant man-eating spider!” Such creatures were not just lore, and it made her wonder if anything like that existed on Midvinter.

“Noooo!” She insisted suddenly, shaking her head. “This is Horror Flick Rule Number One: Never split up! That’s how they get you.” His teasing accent didn’t go unnoticed, but the rules of horror flicks were very serious stuff. Looking for support, she reached out to the Admiral to get his thoughts. “What do you think, Admiral Kaloo? Where should we go next?”


[member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]

 

[Tulan Kor]

Ooga-booga.


Well, truth be told-

Tulan didn't really like Jedi all that much. So when he heard a couple of rapscallions and ne'er-do-wells and for some reason ONE OF HIS RANGERS was gonna go out and investigate a spooky mansion, well-

Well Tulan just said to himself 'why am I not scaring the crap out of them?'

And that's why you would find Tulan, camoflauged with a makeshift ghillie suit with a viper hood, some facepaint, and some night vision. Tulan liked to call it his ooga booga suit. He was concealed in the house already, but he had to make these little twerps nervous. Just a little.

Then, down the stairs, came rolling something particularly nasty-

A skull. In reality, the creaking that Thirdas heard was in fact, a pressure switch that released the skull from a makeshift support- an old bone that was attached to a string. it got yanked off, and down came the skull. Of course, they'd have to get really into the whole 'investigative' part to see the thin string that Tulan had used to set the little ruse up.

He walked silently, like usual. The secret was foot placement and rolling your feet. He was a small guy, so sneaking around was kind of this thing. He could tell where that big dumb blonde oaf was going by the protein bars he left behind, the stench of his soap, his hair gel, and his girlfriend too. It'd be easy to stalk them in the house. The hardest part, really-

Would be not laughing aloud.

And also at how hard Tulan was going to haze Thirdas for this.

But Tulan had another important question-

Who the hell was the other guy, the seafood on legs?

[member="Nida Perl"] l [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] l [member="Rick Kaloo"]​

 

[Rick Kaloo]

KASHYYYK - HAUNTED MANSION INTERIOR​

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"All right, we don't want to get eaten by the bogeyman so let's stick together." replied Rick, somewhat teasingly.​

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The three of them ascended, heading up the old, rotting spiral stairwell. Looking at remnants of ornate bronze whorls on the railings, and the tattered bits of dulled carpet beneath them, Rick guessed that the house must have once been grand. But now, the house seemed to be at least a century in disrepair. In fact, Rick was surprised that the sagging wooden boards of the stairwell held him, yet alone all three members of the makeshift group.

At the final step of the staircase, Rick swore he felt someone's gaze on his back. He swiftly pivoted his body around midstep, only to find a fist-sized spider scurry along the walls before stopping and presumably napping.

"Probably nothing." muttered Rick to himself before taking the first step into the second floor.

[member="Nida Perl"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Tulan Kor"]

 

[Kyra Perl]

Event: Costume contest
Costume: Romi Jade as she lives and breathes

Kyra clomped her way down the slopping hill to the Silver Rest gardens, her combat boots heavy and mildly fun to let clonk around her feet as she kept her balance down the hill. She should have tied her laces tighter, but at the risk of messing up her wig, she had let the looseness slide. She felt both empowered and self-conscious being in her sister's old, black body suit. God knows it smelled like dust balls and musk, but Kyra had never been able to let it go.

Romi Jade was her role model after all. Just ask and she'd tell you so.

As one of the oldest siblings, Kyra didn't have much memory of her. But there were pictures and the faint echo of childhood awe. Not to mention the stories. Romi was out there kicking ass. Kyra's chest ached for the chance to be half as cool. She felt at least as quarter as cool as this shadow-sister now that she had the girl's old bomber jacket on. The faded leather was soft to the touch. Putting it on felt like slipping on a mask. A mask of kick-assness!

None of Kyra's self-consciousness showed as she entered the event. Her hips swayed with each step. The strands of the luscious blonde wig kicked up with the breeze.

She was so gonna win this.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective: Costume contest!
"Costume": Baby Varactyl

Ura walked in, not really sure why she kept going to parties when they made her so nervous. Seriously, what the poodoo made her want to keep doing this!? Maybe she was trying to actually get to know everyone better? Either way, she walked in, not sure what exactly to do at this party.

[member="Kyra Perl"]

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Red was still trying to figure out how he had got there. He still had no clue. Had he been drugged? No, Red had been drugged before and knew what it and it's aftereffects felt like. So no on that. Had he gotten drunk? Unlikely, Red didn't remember ever drinking. In fact, he rarely drunk at all. Weird, perhaps it was some weird voodoo Force stuff. Red was a Padawan learner, and yet he still didn't understand the Force. He more preferred what he had been bred to do, to be a supersoldier working as a commando.

Red was about to leave, when suddenly he bumped into someone. He spun and looked at who he had bumped into. He had bumped into [member="Kyra Perl"] , dressed up as Romi Jade. Red instantly was confused and felt a slight headache. He had seen Romi Jade before, long ago, and this certainly looked like her, but Red could tell that this wasn't her. He could tell by the slightest details of this person. Red memorized every single person he had ever met and their distinctive features. This person was slightly smaller, with some other almost impossible to notice details about this person. Also, it is barely noticeable in the low light, but this person was pink. Red could also see blue eyes, in contrast to Red's own red eye color. Some parts of Red's mind saw Romi Jade, while the rest saw another person entirely. It was like looking through a warped window.

"Sorry, miss- er- whomever you are. I'm Red." Red said, still slightly off guard. He held out his right hand to her, while he ran his left hand through his blood red hair.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Krya knew a lost look when she saw one. She gave a short and cheerful wave at [member="Ura Iolar"] , only for the motion to be stopped short by a sudden bump. “Oof!” She complained, a touch melodramatic as she was actually none worse for wear.

Her brows furrowed as he stared at him in confusion, her mouth just about to open when he beat her to the chase.

“Oh. It’s okay,” she responded, giving him an easy smile. “I’m Kyra. A bit new, I guess, maybe that’s why you seem confused by me.” She shook his hand, the touch light and quick. “Nice costume. I like your hair.” It was her turn to squint, going up on her toes.

”Is that a wig?”

[member="Subject 73 Red"]

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Kyra Perl"]

Red nodded. "Nice to meet you, Kyra. Don't worry, I'm new too. Although, that's not the reason I was confused. Your costume reminded me of someone I had seen before." Red told her.

Then, Red listened to her next comment. "Um, I'm not wearing a costume, ma'am. I'm still in my combat armor, although I guess I can count it as a costume." Red told her. He could go with that, that his combat armor was his costume.

Red was slight taken aback when she mentioned his hair. ​"Thank, ma'am, for complementing my hair. No, it's not a wig, this is my real hair. And, yes, this is my real hair color, I didn't dye it or change it or do anything to it, this is my natural hair color, it's just what the scientists changed my genetics to have when I was born so that they could easily identify me from the other experiments, though I'm not a clone." Red explained. He usually had to explain why his hair was the blood red color, and he always had to emphasize that he was not a clone, but a genetic experiment to create a supersoldier.

"Anyway, Kyra. I have two questions for you. First: who or what are you dressed up as? Second: it's hard to notice in this light, but nothing escapes from my vision, and I've noticed that you are slightly pink. Are you a Zeltron, or at least part Zeltron?" Red asked. He had met a couple of Zeltrons before, and the encounters were always... interesting.

Red also noticed who she had waved too, [member="Ura Iolar"] . This other person seemed, lost. Most likely wondering what they were doing at this party, a lot like Red. Strangely, Red had some trouble reading this person. The only beings that he couldn't read were shapeshifters. Strange, Red would have to look into that.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura noticed the person wave at her, and the Lervon who currently looked like a Varactyl walked over, but before she could get all the way to the person, someone else walked up. This immediately got Ura nervous, and it showed through the Force. Still, she slowly walked up, sitting on the floor when she got up there.

"Um.... Hello...." Even with emotion in her voice it was obvious this was a stretch for her. She tried her best to not seem worried, but.... Gah! Why was she bad at this!? Lervonian culture was probably one of the most open so how did she end up so shy? She had enough trouble training. How was this more difficult than training!?

[member="Subject 73 Red"] [member="Kyra Perl"]