Felicity Skye
Knowledge & Luxury
Jedi Praxeum - Felicity’s Personal Quarters
The quarters are compact but expertly decorated to utilize and distribute space between the common area, kitchenette, and bed loft. The walls and architecture are humble and mimic that of the praxeum. The common area has custom wooden furniture made by Felicity and some Eira Pechal natives and has plenty of space for seating, including a lengthy dining table between the common area and kitchenette. The kitchenette has a rudimentary stove, oven, and grill setup as well as an icebox for temporary food storage. Underneath the bed loft there is Felicity’s personal terminal as well as a Wardrobe for clothing and item storage.
No sound was better than the pop and sizzle of a Nerf Sausage on a skillet, at least not in Felicity’s mind anyway. Flip that in 5, Stir this every 10, and put this on low. She thought to herself as she juggled the different meals that were cooking. Almost all the preparations had been made, and in good time considering her guests, young and old, were soon set to arrive. All that was left to do was get herself ready while the rest of the meals grilled and baked.
She put her apron aside, washed herself of the smell of spices and seasonings, and put on a casual, white, linen blouse; one that tied itself around her mid-torso exposing her midriff, and a pair of matching billowy pants, along with a set of sandals. It was something she had to dig out of a dusty trunk on her ship. It had been a long time since she was able to wear something so nice, maybe almost a couple of years from the time she had left Coruscant.
Felicity always had a love for the finer things in life, and going without them simply wasn’t an option. For that simple fact getting used to life on Eira Pechal had taken some time for the Coruscanti Jedi. But she was adapting; a little less luxury and a little more knowledge, knowledge being the Praxeum’s primary purpose. Which was just fine with her. But the dinner party, and the night weren’t about knowledge, they were about luxury. It was a chance for everyone to indulge, to shed those dusty old robes, to remove the battle armor, to take off that flight suit, and dress to impress. If they would was another question.
Hopefully the good food, good drink and good conversation would let them. Felicity set the table she’d built, and plated the first course, Goatgrass Salad. It was a recipe she’d picked up from a friend on Kinyen some years ago. She hoped nobody would be too late as she had prepared a real feast. The main course being one of three options; Gruuvan Shaal, Salar with Corellian Buckwheat Noodles, or Nerf Sausage with the same. She also prepared a big Fringe Cake for dessert and a galaxy’s supply of Corellian Cream Puffs.
Felicity poured a drink as she turned on some soft but beat driven tunes for the party. Deciding on Kothtri over the Bothan Grain Wine, and vast amount of Shesharilian Vodka she had. Why do I have so much? She thought to herself as the bell alerted of a guest. She ran to the door and answered it via comm. “Who is it?” She asked playfully before opening the door, not waiting for an answer. “Welcome. Please make yourselves comfortable. Fix yourself a drink.” She waved them in and motioned to her small makeshift bar. “I’ll just be one second.” She ran to the kitchen to turn the sausages.
The quarters are compact but expertly decorated to utilize and distribute space between the common area, kitchenette, and bed loft. The walls and architecture are humble and mimic that of the praxeum. The common area has custom wooden furniture made by Felicity and some Eira Pechal natives and has plenty of space for seating, including a lengthy dining table between the common area and kitchenette. The kitchenette has a rudimentary stove, oven, and grill setup as well as an icebox for temporary food storage. Underneath the bed loft there is Felicity’s personal terminal as well as a Wardrobe for clothing and item storage.
No sound was better than the pop and sizzle of a Nerf Sausage on a skillet, at least not in Felicity’s mind anyway. Flip that in 5, Stir this every 10, and put this on low. She thought to herself as she juggled the different meals that were cooking. Almost all the preparations had been made, and in good time considering her guests, young and old, were soon set to arrive. All that was left to do was get herself ready while the rest of the meals grilled and baked.
She put her apron aside, washed herself of the smell of spices and seasonings, and put on a casual, white, linen blouse; one that tied itself around her mid-torso exposing her midriff, and a pair of matching billowy pants, along with a set of sandals. It was something she had to dig out of a dusty trunk on her ship. It had been a long time since she was able to wear something so nice, maybe almost a couple of years from the time she had left Coruscant.
Felicity always had a love for the finer things in life, and going without them simply wasn’t an option. For that simple fact getting used to life on Eira Pechal had taken some time for the Coruscanti Jedi. But she was adapting; a little less luxury and a little more knowledge, knowledge being the Praxeum’s primary purpose. Which was just fine with her. But the dinner party, and the night weren’t about knowledge, they were about luxury. It was a chance for everyone to indulge, to shed those dusty old robes, to remove the battle armor, to take off that flight suit, and dress to impress. If they would was another question.
Hopefully the good food, good drink and good conversation would let them. Felicity set the table she’d built, and plated the first course, Goatgrass Salad. It was a recipe she’d picked up from a friend on Kinyen some years ago. She hoped nobody would be too late as she had prepared a real feast. The main course being one of three options; Gruuvan Shaal, Salar with Corellian Buckwheat Noodles, or Nerf Sausage with the same. She also prepared a big Fringe Cake for dessert and a galaxy’s supply of Corellian Cream Puffs.
Felicity poured a drink as she turned on some soft but beat driven tunes for the party. Deciding on Kothtri over the Bothan Grain Wine, and vast amount of Shesharilian Vodka she had. Why do I have so much? She thought to herself as the bell alerted of a guest. She ran to the door and answered it via comm. “Who is it?” She asked playfully before opening the door, not waiting for an answer. “Welcome. Please make yourselves comfortable. Fix yourself a drink.” She waved them in and motioned to her small makeshift bar. “I’ll just be one second.” She ran to the kitchen to turn the sausages.