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~Still Surfin
The Rooftop Cafe'
Marigold Convention Center, Coruscant
On the grand floor of the convention center was being held the Tri-district Sparring Tourney. A multi-lingual competition for traditional swordsmen from all around the planet. Not Jedi mind you, but bladesmen of the metal arts. Various traditions of all shapes and sizes. Come together to find out once and for all who the best dervish really was. An educational opportunity for a budding Jedi swordswoman indeed. Sam was loving the fights thus far.
Jhovna was taking a break from the tourney for the moment. Not participating but simply watching for the amusement. It was a grand spectacle to see a eight-armed giant lose to a polearm wielding raccoon. She relished every moment of it. However, it was now lunch time and the highest floor of the center held a café all it's own. The perfect garden vista with an open aired balcony for thinking. With her hair blowing in the wind she waited for the waiter to return with her tea.
It was the beginning of a perfect afternoon.
@Verrin Ris'To
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Marigold Convention Center, Coruscant
On the grand floor of the convention center was being held the Tri-district Sparring Tourney. A multi-lingual competition for traditional swordsmen from all around the planet. Not Jedi mind you, but bladesmen of the metal arts. Various traditions of all shapes and sizes. Come together to find out once and for all who the best dervish really was. An educational opportunity for a budding Jedi swordswoman indeed. Sam was loving the fights thus far.
Jhovna was taking a break from the tourney for the moment. Not participating but simply watching for the amusement. It was a grand spectacle to see a eight-armed giant lose to a polearm wielding raccoon. She relished every moment of it. However, it was now lunch time and the highest floor of the center held a café all it's own. The perfect garden vista with an open aired balcony for thinking. With her hair blowing in the wind she waited for the waiter to return with her tea.
It was the beginning of a perfect afternoon.
@Verrin Ris'To
[member="Verrin Ris'To "] (There is a space at the end of your Username. Lol. To @mention you I must include the blank space at the end.)