Popping Peppers Don't Drop the Box! (Tiam)

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Zeltros
Capital City
Peppercorn Panazza Nightclub
Early Evening

Zeltros had pleasures for everyone, clubs often mirroring that lust for life. Today's serving, triple flavored desert of everything you could want, yum, everything that was Zeltros to nibble right up.

As Nightlclubs went Nato thought Panazza was fab. Middle floor was playing lively calypso, hot, pink and nibble-worthy; Pana's upper floor was red peppercorn spicy, full wham bam, playing hard core drive; on the ground floor she saw black peppercorn, heavy Isotope music, groovy deep base line. Every floor was decorated to match that theme, red, pink and then black, with different diverse crowds huddled on each.

Vibrant throughout, streaming colors and wild lights, Pana attracted a crowd of partygoers typical of Zeltros, definitely with pronounced clothes and colors, even some with barely anything on. As long as people were having fun, no taboo held up here.

Pana had two rules, have fun, and don't mess with the Zehuni Brothers. Big bad brothers, Zeltrons that ran things looking down from above high up in their penthouses, they liked their fun, making sweet money down here. Providing sensory devices, sensory substances, entertainment, anything and everything to their floors below. Today waiting for their special shipment of equipment, among it a small but valuable new prototype to try from [member="Tiam Bai"]'s cargo hold.

Pink Peppercorn Floor

Lost in throngs of bodies, a petite Kiffar girl tried to edge through these crowds, they were always too tall! Shiny black hair resting down her lace, one shoulder black dress. Partially see through, her covered lace arm was patterned with a wild looking Kiffar design, dress cutting off above her knee’s, and finishing with her hem sharing her arm's design. White stilettos gave her badly needed inches of height, balancing white accessories, thin fragile bracelets, and mezi earrings contrasting her black. That free bare arm was risky for Nato, always feeling incomplete lacking her race’s tattoos. Maybe [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] was rubbing off on her a bit. Just act don't over think.

“Hrrmmm… okaies, time for fun.” She popped her lips, slipping one foot in front of the other, smug little expression on her face, ready to party. Only without [member="Fyor Nayus"], nobody was here to carry her home, meh, whatever she'd fly. No really, she was going to totally steal [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] secret for flyin' and stuff, y'know, well she was gonna ask or something

[member="Tiam Bai"]

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Feel free to fill in any blanks, all NPCs yours to play with.

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Natol'ine"] | Zeltros | Space Port



Fan of Zeltros, she was not. However, Tiam couldn't afford to be picky at this moment in time. Her employers, [member="Flint Michigan"] and [member="Kitt Solo"] were too interested in trying to make love than make money. This is why she stayed out of personal relationships, they interfered too much with the credits. Either way, she hadn't stepped on the Detroit Nexu in some time. Tiam had to strike out on her own and handle business. This led her to renting a T40 Heavy Transport Freighter and performing business as an independent. It certainly had its perks. Tiam could do what she wanted, when she wanted, so long as the cargo boxes got to the clients on time and in excellent shape.

She had hired a fellow Pantoran, a teenaged boy needed a job. Tiam had once been in his position and knew the hardships that came with it. She considered this her giving back to the universe, teaching her trade to the next generation of space lane jockeys. As such, the young man known as Elan did all the menial tasks that she had started out as a young teenage girl doing ; cleaning, moving boxes, prepping meals. All of it was part of the experience.


"Zeltros control, this is transport vessel Gypsy Courier, requesting landing."


"You're approved Gypsy. Enjoy your stay."

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On the ground, Tiam and Elan had landed and were busy working in the cargo hold. Elan was busy muscling cargo crates onto a repsulor sled. With the throngs of pink,scantily clad women drifting by, it was hard to keep the kid on task.


"Business first. Do you really think they want a blue-skinned, pimply faced teenager? C'mon Elan, I promise we will stay in port a bit and you can check out the sites. First thing is first. You're meeting up with our client down in the Casino District with this delivery. Collect the credits and immediately deposit them. I'm going to take our special shipment to the Zehuni Brothers."


"Why do you get the fun shipments?"


"Because I'm the boss and this is a delicate operation. Whatever is in these damned boxes of theirs is worth a lot of credits. We do a good job on this and we may be swimming in jobs thanks to these two."

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OOC : Apologies about the delay! Sometimes I forget to check this character since she has been inactive for a bit. No more! I'll be remembering to check daily now

 

[Glade]

Slinking her way to Pana's wildest loudest corner she could mosey on into, she blurted out laughing at some of Pana's sights, people approaching her were so funny. She ended up nibbling something spongy to eat, refusing more than one stick of spice, by the time that Kiffar girl had found her a table she liked, she’d had two shots of something that tasted lime and fuzzy, and been given a long glass of Cometduster by some weird guy who was about to sit at her table.

Tucking her feet away so nobody saw them, she wouldn’t be sitting long, too much dancing to do!

“One shot won’t kill you.” Ambrostine was plonked in front of her. Ambro, that drink.

Nato peered over, elbows propped up on her table, folding her chin over the backs of her hands. “Ambro?” Hrmmm she dunno, ambro made her trouble. The Zeltron that had just sat down at her table was being non too subtle about what he wanted either, by the way he was leaning toward her. People here moved fast! She loved it.

“Laters… Maybe” She smirked, her body language pulling back a bit, hands resting in her lap. Bit Too fast, yep waaaaay too fast. He was cute tho', kinda leering, maybe too.. was that confident or... maybe desperate.

Swaying her body to calypso her feet began to move, while from up above brothers watched, tense and nervous about their coming delivery. Feeling into her groove. She just got up, feeling the need, highly empathic, something was tense through all throngs of people partying, she wanted to unwind with everyone else!

“Take me dancing.” Unknown to Nato, her empathy was being drawn to that one spot that was different, tension cutting through fun.

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Don't worry at all. Just when you feel like writing or the muse takes you, no rush! I get delayed too some days.

[member="Tiam Bai"]