Faction Social Harmony || The Confederacy + Open

[Gerwald Lechner]

C U R I O U S​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Lunara Azure | Alfhildr Ótta

“Yeah… I still remember my first change. You’re close. Next moon? Yeah next moon.”​

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Gerwald sighed. It was not a fun experience, but it was necessary. Every change would bring her to the place where it would be manageable. The day would come when the pup would be able to control it all, and when she did, the pain would begin to fade. Soon she would be changing with little to no pain at all, though the sounds of what her body and bones were doing would never go away. That would always be a haunting melody to serve as a reminder of what they were.​

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“Do you have anyone to guide you through it?”​

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It was the only question Gerwald had at the moment. That would change as Lunara came to find the scene which Gerwald had stumbled upon. Her words… even though it was tease confused the lupine. He had stood her up? Was this a date? Gerwald did not dwell on those questions. It was the one question which came out of his mouth which dominated his mind.​

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“Why would I stand you u…. Oh… right…”​

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Gerwald paused for a minute as the obvious answer came to him, and answered the question she had asked.​

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“Yes and No. Yes… this is normal for a wolf getting close to her first shift. No… because it is going to hurt. A lot.”​

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Gerwald looked at Lunara’s outfit. White. There was a possibility the dress was going to get ruined. The lupine was fully expecting a call from the Minister of Commerce with an inquiry as to why the Lord Commander’s personal expense fund was nearing the heights of Metus’ child support, or the Ministry of Science carpet budget. Gerwald smiled.​

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“Your dress should be fine. She won’t change until the next full moon, but she is going to need a guide.”​

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Gerwald’s attention returned to the girl.​

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“Do you think you can walk, or do we need to move you. The beach likely isn’t where you want to be right now. The smells coming off the water will not help with the nausea.”​

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[Aether the Iron]

Wearing: Verd Beskar'gam Mk. III​

SHOREHAVEN

How different things were now.

The Mandalorian could remember it like yesterday. It was a routine Hunt - a simple in and out. The Hutt before him had a leak in his court, and it was Aether's job to hunt down the man responsible. He did - turned out to be one of the filthy creature's own enforcers. The job was done - and by all accounts, he could have simply walked away. But how could he? When he laid eyes on the woman standing beside the Hutt. Electric collar across her neck. Scowl upon her face. He paraded his "pet Jedi" about like she was a mongrel. And on that day, something just didn't sit right with the Mandalorian. What was supposed to be the easiest job of the month turned into the worst firefight of his life.

But the end result was worth it. More than worth it.

Hecate graced him with a kiss, which still left the man flustered and floundering at times. His offhand rose and rested at the back of his head whilst she thanked him for coming. "You know I can't say no to you long." Which was true. Especially when it came to doing fething dishes about their home. He hated that damn chore, but every night? There he was. Hunched over with suds all over. But for the Mage, he'd wash a mountain more.

"For the record, I don't know how to swim..."

Hecate Verd​

 

[Darth Metus]

Wearing: Armor of Darth Metus​

SHOREHAVEN

The Vicelord's gaze was upon the sea.

From the penthouse suite, the Mandalorian was provided a beautiful view of Shorehaven. Yet, for as relaxing as Scarif's beaches were intended to be, Isley felt a burden upon his shoulders. His mind was concerned about multiple issues all at once. The matters of state. The matters of refugees. And, most recently, the matters of home. It went without saying that Isley was a man being torn in many directions. And, with every obligation came a better chance of failure.

Beyond this, Isley could feel his own age.

The Force empowered him. Made it so that godlike feats were of little consequence. Made it so that his natural age did not reflect in his features or his abilities. But he could still feel the effort at times. The days of his youth were long since past. His children were all adults. His grandchildren were nearing their teenage years. The Galaxy was speeding rapidly by - and he had to sprint alongside it. Thus, he had come to a decision. One that would not be the easiest to make, but one that he was certain of.

As his sulfuric gaze settled upon the distance form of his son and his daughter-in-law, his mind was all the more made up. The future belonged to the next generation. And thus, he had called Shuklaar Kyrdol to the penthouse suite to discuss the future. When the doors slid open, the Mandalorian would be greeted to the sight of his sibling with a glass of tihaar in hand.

<< "Good to see you, brother." >> he said in Mando'a. << "Please, make yourself comfortable." >

 

[Hecate Verd]

BEACH - SHALLOW WATER
wearing: xXx
tag: Aether the Iron

There was a hint of a teasing laugh playing on the tip of her tongue as she lingered close to him, listening to the worlds he spoke while reminiscing about the love that blossomed between them, and how it had bought the three of them together. Hecate could not imagine a happier life; with Aether and Ceres, she was complete.

That laugh would go unheard, though Aether would know her mood from the way she looked at him, her lips pulled into a playful smirk. It had not been a complete shock to learn that The Warrior did not know how to swim. Hecate imagined he hadn't had much need to learn. Or maybe he was afraid of sinking in that dazzling besker of his. He could always walk once he found the bottom.

"I can show you." Her voice was soft as she took one of his hands into hers, coaxing him slowly deeper, until the water lapped gently at her hips. It was simple enough in theory. Kick. Splash. Swim. But she preferred to float; to drift upon the surface and be taken by the whims of the oceans, to move without urgency, at her own pace. She wanted to simply move and be.

Given her history, the live she had lived, that he had saved her from, it should not have been surprising that she moved to the beat of her own drum. "If it starts to become too much," she began, "then I will be right here. Always."

 

[Diana Sophistica]

Sunset Shore - Shorehaven
Wearing: This
Tag: Open to interaction + Kyyrk

It didn't take long for the peace to slowly dwindle. The sounds of those around her as relentlessly present as the water. Even if receding from the small pool that it formed at her feet, it would return. The breeze carried the salty air into her direction, making all the moments a mix of peace and interaction that could only be an odd realization within her of how much she needed this. Sure it was not her normal preference... but it just worked so well right now. Being surrounded but also kind of not.

As she thought that a tall figure approached. She knew the instant he stood still that he had been trained before. She felt the energy of his presence within her being before he came in sight, but when she looked up he matched the energy she felt. Her green eyes met the man in his stoic posture and looked him over. He looked younger then her, surely a mistake when taking alien age in consideration, but he looked it. She raised an eyebrow, red like her hair with the occasional small grey hair starting to spout.

"I couldn't agree more. Perhaps others are spending their time at the gambling table, or perhaps the herd will come flocking in soon enough. Young man, why stand so firm when you could ease up a bit?"

She grinned. She knew all about the pose, the comfort it brought to be trained and be in the mindset with it. She would do it too, normally. However it was definitely something she tried to let go off during her time of relaxation. So she tried to convey that message with a kind voice, almost motherly.

"Do you come here often then? Ah, I never caught your name..."

With a hasty fumble she stood up, her left leg making a soft swampy sound as it got sucked into the wet sand. With a fierce jerk the woman pulled it out, almost like it was nothing. She put the two feet firmly on the ground and extended a hand, the other she folded behind her back to mirror his stance. The familiarity of a trained soldier to another. Even if their training wasn't the same.

"Diana is the name."

 

[Riley Reese]

Posted by mistake. Ignore this space.

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

BYOO - Fireside Lounge
wearing: xXx
tag: Var Talon

Making a decision had not been easy, not by any accounts. Sylvia had thought about the beaches; the golden sands, and the cresting waves, the gentle breeze, and how magical it would be. But it hadn't been enough to hold her interest. And then she considered the fathier-riding; but it reminded her of a mission on Hoth and how she'd ended up almost crushed beneath a Tauntaun when it stumbled and broke a leg. That option was turned down with a hard no.

And then she'd seen an advertisement for the restaurant, Fireside Lounge, and looked at the menu, and it was a done deal. Sylvia loved food, especially good food but she was a lousy cook. In fact, the pilot could burn water instead of boiling it. So the thought of a nice meal, in a nice restaurant, on a nice planet, was perfect. There she was dressed once again in jeans and a leather jacket, sitting alone at a table set for two, waiting for the one and only Var Talon.

If someone had have told her she'd be having lunch with him again, she would have literally laughed in their face. Because after everything that happened between them, Sylvia hadn't wanted to think about him, let alone see him. But ever since that mission their friendship had sparked again. After all, his company was enjoyable even before they'd started dating. So Sylvia wanted to start their friendship over; put the past behind them, and see where it went from there.

Still. She was nervous.

This was obvious. Sylvia finished the glass of whiskey to steel herself, dutch courage, and ordered another one, along with a drink for him -- his usual. Just thinking about this, him, having lunch with him, made her confused. She wanted to be his friend but there was a lot of history, a lot of emotions buried beneath the surface. She didn't know how he felt about; her, this, them, and it made her nervous. Despite the confusion she'd invited him to join her for lunch - her treat.

 

[Kyyrk]

Wearing this for duration of thread, sans helmet

Voph turned his head towards the red haired woman, his eyes squinting slightly as he focused on her. It was clear that such an act was...uncomfortable, to say the least. Though it did not appear to be painful. Perhaps there was something wrong with his eyes? Perhaps he was not used to using them for some strange reason? A pale hand extended to take hers. Though she displayed all the rough durability of a soldier, Voph's gesture was gentle. A simple bob up, and then down. A greeting fit for a lady of high standing. "Diana. A pleasure. I am Iskellion."

Not his true name, of course. But it was for the best. After what Voph had done, after what he had seen, the chance of retribution was likely. He wanted to establish himself more before his true nature was revealed. So far as the Confederacy was concerned, Voph had never returned. Voph's hand returned to the clasped position at the back. "Firm is...all I know." A wry smile followed this statement as Voph looked back out across the water. If only she knew the true irony of what he had just said. To her? He'd just admitted to a lifetime in a military force. In reality? His training well and truly was all he knew. He knew it better than he knew his own name.

"And no, I cannot say I've spent much time on Scarif. But, if I may be so bold, one beach is just the same as another, no?" Voph smiled fondly as a memory came flooding back to him. One he shared with the red headed woman. "Reminds me of Rishi. Back when I was hardly a man. Watching the sun rise over the horizon, waiting to see if the day would pass you by, and let you stay in peace for the whole of it..." Voph nodded gently in approval as he relived the brief flash of memory. It made him...happy. His attention turned back to Diana. "Tell me, Diana. Are you here because of the charity event, or are you here on leave?"

Diana Sophistica

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[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Objective: Try to relax, for once
Location: Sunset Beach
Tag: Tae'l Vizsla

"Dumb and posh?"

Slip nodded, smiling slightly. "You can say that again. I'm not used to such a... luxurious and lavish place. It just boggles me that places like this even exist. I'm not used to being in such a pristine place. This is all just so new to me, frankly, and I have no idea what I'm doing." He said.

"I mean, uhm... It is beautiful here though! Just... Not my usual environment"

"Oh yeah, it is definitely beautiful here. And I agree with you, this place isn't exactly my usual environment," Slip told her. "I haven't been on many beaches, or been to many resorts. The few times that I've been to beaches, it wasn't to relax, so this is all still new to me. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing."

The girl held out her hand. Slip stood up, and shook her hand.

"I'm just... This is all new to me. I've never seen a planet like this before! It's... Pretty, But I don't want to be here really, Just here because my mother wants me someplace safe and-"

Slip looked at her, and nodded. Yeah, he knew how she felt. "You too, huh? Yeah, you and me both. I've been to planets with environments like this, but I never really feel comfortable there. I was created in a mountainous region on my home planet. I spent most of my time up there. I've always felt more at home and comfortable freezing to death on the side of a mountain than relaxing on a warm beach." He admitted. "To be honest, the only reason why I'm here is because the money from the ticket purchases go to support the refugees. I wouldn't really be here for any other reason. As for your mother wanting you someplace safe... well, I nearly got eaten by a large, predatory fish, and I nearly drowned. But then again, fish have always had it out for me. I have no idea why fish hate me, they just do."

"Right, right. Tayl, Tayl Vizsla.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Slipknot, but you can just call me Slip." He replied, introducing himself.

I meant to introduce myself earlier, But I'm- Well, Distracted as you said"

Slip shrugged. "Can't really blame you. This place is full of distractions. Besides, I'm pretty distracted, too. Got a lot going through my head right now."

"I swear I'm not usually this flustered! "

Slip chuckled at this. "And I swear I'm not usually this calm. We're both off of our usual game today. Usually I'm a bumbling mess that can barely function around other people. Though, the hallucinations and voices in my head are still going at it, though."

"So, tell me, what are you usually like? What helps you to relax and calm down? I'm certain that this place has it." He told her.

 

[Var Talon]

Wearing: Obsidian-type Strike Armor​

LOUNGE - SHOREHAVEN

Well this was awkward.

Had it not been for a mission throwing them back into each other's lives, the Echani would not have been on Scarif today. Though spending a few creds in the name of refugee aide was a great cause, Var was much more concerned with keeping his edge sharp. There was a whole heap of chit going down in the Galaxy as of late, and thus he needed to be ready for anything. But. Sylvia. Even in the midst of how weird things were between them? He couldn't help but come running when she called. Well. Texted. This time he got a simple invite on his datapad asking if he'd drop by for lunch.

And boy did his plans change.

As per the usual, Var was wearing Larsa's bomber jacket with hands in pockets. The sleeves were pushed up ever so slightly to offset the warmth of the afternoon. His tardiness? Caused by having a last minute smoke to settle his nerves. Fireside was an upstanding establishment, so they weren't about to allow him to puff on a stick. He tarried outside until his addiction was down to the bud before walking in. And it didn't take long to find Sylvia. Frankly, the Echani could pick her out of a crowd of ten thousand. Today, it was as simple as finding the tale for two.

"Yo!" he began, stepping lively to where she sat. As he approached, he spotted that a glass had been set in front of his seat. One of his favorites. What a gal.

His dominant hand raised to tell her to remain seated whilst he leaned down. In greeting, he placed a kiss upon her cheek before setting his posterior into the chair. "I owe you for saving my ass back there."

It was hard not to act like nothing had changed.

 

[Zoey Bradiss]

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What would a weekend at Shorehaven be, if not completely and utterly amazing? Her parents had spoken warmly about the place before, and the beaches and tropical environment of Scarif were well known throughout the Confederacy. Thanks to her parents contributions and political support to the Confederacy, they had been invited here for the weekend the Confederate Morale, Welfare, and Recreation Facility would be open to the public.

Zoey's bright blue eyes glanced around glistening in awe when she entered the casino of the Royal Arms, where they also stayed for the weekend. A broad smile spread on her lips and she could not help but to nod in content of what she saw. This place was awesome, and her smile revealed that she looked forward to a good time. She were by no means a stranger to fancy places. Thanks to her wealthy upbringing she was lucky to have visited the best casinos and restaurants of Coruscant, Denon, Naboo and other worlds. However, the official diners shared with her parents and business partners were often stiff and boring for a sixteen year old to enjoy to the fullest. Tonight was different. Tonight, she had decided to explore the hotel and its offerings herself, mainly the casino. Hopefully, they would have a dancefloor and a good playlist somewhere where she could get shake loose and have some fun.

She didn't wear any fine dress or skirt, but instead a grey suit, vest and striped shirt which made her look a little older than she really was. The attire of a successful businessman. Her jacket was casually hanging on her shoulders. Quite the opposite of her older sister that would go with the more feminine touch and style. That would also include a tidily done makeup, which Zoey had skipped like so many times before.

''Uhm... A... jawa juice? Please?'' she told the bartender shortly before biting her lip, testing the waters if she would be able to order something stronger for the next round. Much to her guess, the bartender seemed bewildered by the order of a non-alcoholic drink, which sent the young teenager a feeling of hope and victory. The night would be good. Really good.

She was served the drink and turned on the bar stool to glance around the crowd while she sipped the sweet drink. She longed for disco music and something stronger in her glass, minding her parents were out on a business meeting out of the hotel.

 

[Kirk Tektus]

Objective: Just unwind for once
Tags: Zoey Bradiss
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Kirk was stressed. Being High Marshal was a more strenuous job than he had bargained for. But it was job nonetheless and he was keen on using the luxury he was provided, befitting of his stature. Finally he was gone from the days process and procedure. No more military meetings, no more strategy councils, no more naval manifest updates. Just him and his thoughts, and possibly social hour. But really Kirk just needed to be alone. He spent most of the day in his hotel room, just taking naps and old holodramas that predated his existence. To be fair he had a very nice hotel room. Not like his new home back on Naboo wasn't any better but the change in scenery made him sleep like a baby. Just being away from work had made him smile for once. He wasn't the stoic naval officer that he was most of his life, he finally felt comfortable as well to indulge in the luxuries provided to him.

When he woke up from his nap, Kirk had put on his vacation outfit and made his way to the casino bar, to see what they had on tab. To be honest he wasn't looking to indulge in any alcohol. He didn't drink alcohol when he was alone, he preferred to drink when he was at a social gathering which he didn't invite himself to. This was suppossed to be his 'me time' and he was going to indulge in one of his many creature comforts. Setting himself down on the bar stool, Kirk looked to the bartender. "Virgin Tatooine Sunset." His request was met by a nod of confirmation to which Kirk had smiled for the second time day. He was hypnotized by the bartender's technique as he made his favorite drink. The colors of the fermented teas and sweet juices that reminded him of his childhood and adolescence. As the bartender poured the mixture into a glass, Kirk immediately payed upfront and left a little extra as a sign of appreciation.

Kirk held the glass in his hand as he looked into the colorful liquid that emitted an herbal and fruity aroma. Taking a sip and exhaled with satisfaction.

He looked beside him and saw someone who seemed a bit young to be at a casino unattended, sipping on a cup of jawa juice. Ardees if you were a true outer rim connoisseur. "You from the outer rim?" An odd question to ask the girl. Jawa juice was commonly served across the galaxy. Of course the best place to get it was Tatooine since it was made by local flavors. And seeing the drink just reminded him of home and thought maybe the girl had a connection to the outer rim just like he did.

 

[Zoey Bradiss]

Tag: Kirk Tektus, open!
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Of course, she could not fool everyone with her grown up attire and urbane way to move and talk. The further the night went the more busy the bartenders would be, and would possibly not pay too much attention checking for identification while drinks and credits exchanged owners. Credits talk. Especially in places like this. Zoey would patiently wait for the right moment, confident that her parents would not be back for a good while.

Zoey noticed the summery clad man helping himself to a seat one or two stools away from her, but her gaze would continue watching the lot of humans and aliens alike that started to crowd the luxury casino. People, each with his or hers own stories to tell always fascinated her. Playing the piano or skating the hoverblades was tons of fun on her free time, but this was so much simpler and always available.

She felt the man looking at her for a moment, and when giving him a side glance she instantly saw that he had his doubts about her being the right age to hang at the bar all alone. The suit was not doing the trick with him, that was for sure.

"You from the outer rim?" he asked, which was an unexpected and pretty odd question considering her attire and the place they were at. She gave him an uncomprehending look before her gaze could not help wander up and down him once. He was cute, though, but way older than her!

''Heh, not exactly... I'm coruscanti.'' Zoey replied with a small chuckle.

''Are you outer rim?'' she asked back curiously, before taking a sip of the sweet juice.

''What are you drinkin'?'' she added with a nod towards the drink in the mans hand.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

MISTRYL ENVOY
Locale: The Beach

On Her Person: The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Outfit: Modest Swimsuit
Tags: Open​

"Go make friends they say. You'll be working with them a lot they say. Could I have at least been in something other than swim clothes maybe? Naw...to casual. To passe. Make a splash. Bah." She huffed, kicking a small pile of sand in her path. It was lovely yes. The water was shimmering brilliantly and the sand was always fun. The trees swaying in the breeze and the soft scent of salty air was welcome. But she hated the water. Not that anyone had paid attention to that elsewhere.

She also stood out like a beacon to guide ships to shore given how little her skin had actually graced the sight of a sun.

The flowing wrap that was bound at her waist covered some of her bare skin at least. But even the translucent top that was cut at the shoulders could do little to hide the pale and blatantly tan free nature of the jedi girl huffing across the beach. Her hair, done in a single plaited braid danced across her shoulders. Green and black color twisting and making no discernable pattern in the style.

The steristeel plate of her implant shone in the sunlight as well from the base of her neck to her lower back. Not entirely obnoxious in the outfit, but she was far more aware of it than usual given the breeze that would occasionally dance across it and cause her to shiver.

Having purchased her ticket, even donating a bit more than required, and remembering her orders she had made for the beach. She wasn't blatantly uncomfortable, though the task to make contact with anyone in the confederacy by her Mistryl superiors was a bit strange given her required outfit. Her temper however had flared a bit when they had told her to relax and enjoy the ocean. Something she had never intended to do given the choice. But they knew she was afraid of water, and such a thing would temper her sass when meeting new people.

The mirrored sunglasses likely did little to hide any of the squinting she was doing as well. She and the sun of any planet had never agreed with one another. The light prone to giving her photosensitive headaches and prompting her to preemptively take headache medicine before ever feeling the sand on her feet.

She kept slowly moving along, mindful of the ebb and flow of the tide as she danced up and down the shoreline in rhythm with the back and forth of the water. Quietly muttering to herself the entire time.

 

[Diana Sophistica]

Sunset Shore - Shorehaven
Wearing: This
Tag: Open to interaction + Kyyrk

A conservative handshake. Simple, easy to follow and minimalistic, but not... like it was restrictive. She felt he was being polite. Something she could appreciate in another if nothing else. She simply nodded to him with a smile and acknowledged his name. Iskellion... it did not ring a bell with her, but she also did not know everyone here of course. So she simply took a step to the side, hastily double stepping her left leg to make it not sink away in the sand as she listened to his response. The soft breeze of the sea hitting her in the face with a refreshing and salty reminder of it's presence.

The man's answer... firm being all he knew... it felt like a statement that could have been one she had said herself. Long ago it might even have been one she had said. Nowadays she tried to be less formal... but failed at it just as spectacularly as she did years ago. His remark on the beach however, resonated even more then his previous statement.

"A beach will always be just a beach. I think perhaps the value of it isn't on the place of the beach, but perhaps the kinds of sights and experiences it has to offer?"

When the man shared his memory with her, she couldn't help but smile. It was a familiar feeling. She too had known the feeling, albeit not with regards to a beach. The feeling of letting time just pass and realizing that the world doesn't need to always be moved by your hands... it was refreshing. A smile creeped up on her as she felt that she could only bow her head slightly and hide her face behind a hand to recollect herself for a second. Nostalgia made her feel more like an old woman then her age had any right to allow.

"I am here for the event... although I do have to say it may have been a slight case of good intention over wisdom. The sand is less then agree-able to me. But as it were it will prove as an experience no less. What about you Iskellion?"

She stared out over the ocean as she spoke. It was odd how the water would always... be the same and change. She trained in cold planets all the time... it almost seems off to see one so... fluid. As the waves crashed into the little alcove that had held her feet only seconds before, her sundress caught in the wind and with very little chance to think she blurted out:

"I wonder if anyone had ever been more thickly dressed then you here Iskellion."

It was quiet for a second as she looked up and with a slight embarrassed tone added:

"Not that its any of my business. I just thought it was odd. I have a few armour sets myself, but I decided against them for today... so I was just wondering why you did wear yours?"

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

BYOO - Fireside Lounge
wearing: xXx
tag: Var Talon

Seeing him approach from across the room had bought a genuine smile to her face. Var had always been good company and she was glad that he'd accepted the invitation given the history between them. Mannerism trained into her from childhood told her to stand when he approached, and that it was impolite to remain seated but she did so at his insistence, and instead leaned into the kiss he placed on her cheek. There was a brief moment when she considered turning her head and capturing his mouth. It would have been easy to do but she refrained.

Instead, she took notice of the lingering smell of smoke on him - not that it bothered her. She drank, he smoked. They all had their vices, something to the edge off. "I'm glad you could make it." And she was. She was hoping that they'd be able to continue their friendship - move past what had happened. though there was still the lingering desire for more than that. It was something she beat down and buried beneath the surface. She smirked at him when he said he'd owed her one. That was putting it mildly.

"You can add it to my tab." She said, her tone joking. There was certainly a tab of times she'd saved him and he'd saved her. "You know, I think I've run out of fingers to count the times on." She continued to jest. When the waiter arrived with a complimentary basket of bread, and place a menu in front of them both, she fell silent, giving him time to look over the menu and figure out what he wanted. She'd already known what she wanted.

 

[Stacy Nairne]

location: Wager - Royal Arms Hotel and Casino
wearing: xXx
tag: Cord Starfall

It should not have surprised anyone that Stacy had whisked Cord away for a weekend getaway. Admittedly her thoughts were not with the refugees that would benefit from Shorehaven opening it's doors for the weekend, but were rather on her own happiness. Stacy had thought Cord was dead. She had spent months drunk and searching for her in the company of beautiful woman only to always wake-up sad and lonely. And then, entirely by chance, on the anniversary of her death Stacy had found Cord on Vorzyd V in the same casino the two of them and the old crew used to frequent.

It was, as far as the blonde was concerned, a literal miracle.

And she hadn't stopped to asked questions. She had taken Cord into her arms, made love to her that night, held her until morning, and refused to let her go again. There was a lot of lost time to make up for. Stacy was dressed simply for a change, her arm linked with Cord's, walking into the casino part of the Royal Arms Hotel and Casino. The two of them, even after all this time, were so alike -- feeding each others vices. It was part of what made Stacy love Cord so much.

And okay, sure, she was behaving for the most part because she just wanted to spend a weekend away with her wife, the love of her live, and not loose her again. "So, what do you say-" she started, grinning at the gorgeous woman at her side, "-we make a quick stop at the bar, throw back a few drinks, and then we cheat some people out of their money?"

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

SHOREHAVEN​

Tag(s): Darth Metus ​

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Beskar'gam | Sidearm​

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The opulence always made him uneasy. It was definitely cultural difference at it's finest. Mandalorian 'luxury' was very different from what most aruetii pictured when they thought of luxury. Most Mandalorian dwellings were relatively spartan, sturdily and purpose built, with little ornamentation or decoration, but always projecting a feel of being lived in. 'Luxury' was a heavy use of wood, projecting what most would identify as a very 'old world' feel. Any aruetii would've expected Shuklaar to be more than at home in a scenario like this given the position he held, both in the company and in the CIS, but really hadn't been the case. ​

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Still, he'd definitely grown more used to it such that he could in the very least appreciate why others appreciated and enjoyed it. Scarif's natural beauty however, always did put him at ease. It had been the case when he'd first arrived on the planet, and he wagered that it'd remain to be the case for as long as he lived. There was just no denying it. It made perfect sense for the Confederacy to set up a recreational facility on the world. The fact that Isley had wanted to meet on a world like this told him that something was weighing heavy on House Verd's alor. ​

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Though many called him Darth Metus, Shuklaar would always known the Confederacy's Vicelord, stubbornly choosing to ignore the man's considerable prowess in the force and instead choosing to recognize him for what he'd done for the Mandalorian people. They wouldn't always agree on the necessity of the crusades, but Shuklaar could at least get behind the cause that he'd crusaded for. A Mand'alor must have a cause to rally his people behind, and though many things could be said about the man, one couldn't deny that he hadn't gathered the Mando'ad for a fools errand. ​

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He'd done his best to make himself presentable for the meeting, though still clad in his beskar'gam, he'd decided not to don his buy'ce. Instead, it was secured to his belt. The fruity. familiar tones of tihaar tugged his features into a slight smile, said smile widened on seeing his alor. "And you, vod," he replied warmly, stepping inside. "Since you insist," he joked, easily finding the tihaar and pouring himself a few fingers, "and since you have the good stuff." He turned and faced the Vicelord, "Minister T'shkali isn't being...well, herself, is she?" he half joked.​

 

[Kirk Tektus]

Objective: Just unwind for once
Tags: Zoey Bradiss
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The moment she spoke her accent shocked him, never encountered many coruscanti's at least where he came from. This was a tourist spot after all so of course there's bound to be some people from the core coming over. But was it core tradition for parents to let their kids roam around a casino bar unattended? He never been to Coruscant before but he would believe just about anything he heard of the place. Still it was respectful to not project an image of the girl. He put on a slight smile "Are you from the outer rim?" She asked sweetly.

Kirk chuckled flattered at the question. "I am. Was born on Tatooine and moved to Naboo. People get confused in pin pointing the accent." He took a sip of his fruity beverage once the girl asked what it was.

"This is a Tatooine Sunset. It's pretty famous which is why it's replicated in a lot of bars around the galaxy. But this is one of the best I've had."
Kirk said while he acknowledged the bartender. He then took a huge swig and just enjoyed the drink a bit too much. It was written all over his face.

He brought his attention to the girl, examining her further. Seemed as though she was here for more than vacation. That or she wanted to seem more mature. Well it wasn't like she was ordering alcohol. At least not yet. "Is that jawa juice the only thing you're drinking?"

 

[Zoey Bradiss]

Tag: Kirk Tektus
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Zoey noticed the mans shock as it was, even though faintly, projected upon his face when she told him about her birthplace. She beamed brightly at it, glad that he seemed not to take her for one of her more stuck-up compatriots from the one-city planet. Coruscant did accomodate characters of all sorts. As many as there was in the galaxy really, all on one single planet. Pluralism at its highest, be it both for good, and sometimes for worse.

''They do? I've only been to Naboo... Twice. Well, with my parents. Only heard about Tatooine...'' Zoey explained. For a sixteen year old she was quite well-traveled, but worlds like Tatooine did not offer a reason for her or her parents to go there. ''Which one do you like the best?'' she added, curious if the man would rather have kept his old accent or transist into the naboo one.

She took another drink of the non-alcoholic beverage. It was quite the disappointment really, now when the man mentioned it and all.

''Only thing? I can't drink out of two cups at once, now can I?'' she said smiling full of mischievous into the cup as the took another sip. It was a funny question from the man who clearly assessed her age to be under the limit of who the bar was legally approved to serve. Zoey straightened herself up a bit and looked at him.

''But ahh, if that's another way to offer me a real drink, it'd be rude of me to say no!'' she said, shining up once more to the outer rim man. What could it hurt to try her chances? Otherwise, she would go with her first plan.