Public Stare in Wild Wonder (Music Festival)

[Jared Starchaser]

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Music festivals. Every world had their own, but not all of those were worth going to. Sure, some local music types were favorites, but for Jared Starchaser? He preferred a select type, and if he was going to take a break, he was going to make it a break. And that meant somewhere that he could disappear to the better part of a few weeks. He didn’t have anyone to really report to, aside from check ins with his sister, and the call of the Force.

Warden of the Sky, sometimes Jedi, he did what he wanted, when he wanted.

And this one promised to be one for the ages. Sure maybe it was in the Sith space, but it was also Spira, a world known as a galactic resort. And he was pretty sure the Zenith Festival just occurred out here. Didn’t matter, that was something else.

This was more camping with music and art and food… The type of thing the young and upwardly mobile of the galaxy at the best, or the way too rich with no way to read the room properly aristocrats would go to. Lucky for Jared, he was neither. Just a man on a mission to get a cocktail, sit by a fire, and watch laser lights in the sky while body shaking electronic beats played. The stage the two walked past had two very energetic near humans bouncing around with what were definitely some music mixer from one of the Core worlds, repetitive main stage energy. And it made the crowd go nuts, or it could be a spice they were all using.

Probably both

Or so he thought. Looking to Kitt, he ran a hand through his hair. “Feels odd having to take public transport to this thing. Seemed to be a way to keep Spira… well, Spira about anything.”

The galaxy was always in turmoil and flux, but some things never changed. And his rice-cooker of a Z-95 was in a hangar not even in the local space here. But didn't prevent him from breaking down a very special piece of equipment, just in case, the heart of which hooked up to a cord around his neck. “Drink, then check who is playing where and when?”

And see what other attractions were out there.



Kitt Solo Lorn Reingard

 

[Kitt Solo]

Jared Starchaser (cc: Lorn Reingard in the woods)

Kitt looked around. “More propaganda. Hopefully that’s all we notice with this place being under Sith Covenant.” Kitt took a big breath, enjoying the smells of fried food, stale beer, and the not-so-pleasant things. Chestnut hair was down. Crop-top black concert shirt with Gizzard on it. Black leather pants and belt. Leather bands up and down her arms. A pair of golden-hoop earrings.

Arm slung casually over Jared’s shoulders as they walked. “We’re both wanted, J. Let’s just hope no one chits on our party before the next main stage act. I’ve been wanting to see Gizzard again since the last cycle.” Casual lopsided grin played on her lips as she steered them over to one of the many pop-up bars. Unslinging her arm from the statchaser’s shoulder, she shouldered her way into a space that didn’t exist.

And spoke to the rhodian behind the counter.

“Give me something sweet and purple with a little umbrella in it.”

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone was one of those too rich to read the room types.

Not that she was flaunting her wealth beyond taking the public transportation off festival grounds to stay at a luxury hotel. No one knew, as far as she was aware, that she wasn't camping in the fields. Her eye had caught a few people in luxury tents and structures and she felt it was horribly gauche at such an event. Then again, these were the types not wanting to go on the public transport shuttle with the rest of the sweaty masses.

She even forgone the ridiculous 'festival girlie' type get ups, instead relying on a band shirt, a skirt, and her absolute favorite footwear of combat boots.

Looking at the lineup board, Persephone was interested in seeing the band Casual Panic, but it looked as if she had roughly an hour in between sets. What else was a young person to do at these events but drink? She didn't do spice but alcohol was equally plentiful at the event. The bar was packed and she had to wait to shoulder her way in.

"Frozen Lava Flow, just one."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

If anyone was paying attention, sure, they may see Jared actually looking like some rich Core-worlder with his outfit. Not leather, he wasn’t that bold, but a dark blue concert tee for some performer that was not written in Basic, light washed jeans, and a few trinkets too many, but it worked? Bracelets, and rings mostly, the blue-green gem on a strip of cord around his neck. And of course sunglasses, basically to help him link to his BD unit that was… somewhere, waiting. Jared and Hopper traveled together almost exclusively. The droid was off in a lock box in a tent while he was out checking the festival with… he’d admit, company that didn’t make sense as to why she’d be around him.

This place did have so much going on.

And unfortunately it did include some local galactic superpower of dark siders patrolling through their proxy boogeymen. Jared did his best to keep a nonchalant smile on his face. “I mean, as long as we keep our head clear, y’know?” Since he’d been here, he definitely affected his native Golden Beaches lilt and accent that he grew up with on Corellia.

“And how are they goin’ to find us? Two nobodies who used…” And there was an actual gag in his speech. “Public shuttles.” The ultimate sin for a Starchaser. They approached the bar and his eyes went wide, as he tossed a sideways glance to Kitt.

“Any local brews?” he asked, definitely fitting into his Golden Beach persona, Jared as a fire-whiskey guy through and through. But purple and umbrella, and some frozen lava flow? Was he hearing these drinks right?

He was jealous.

Kitt Solo Lorn Reingard Persephone Dashiell

 

[Kitt Solo]

Frozen lava flow.

Kitt's eyes snapped to the younger woman. As she got her own drink. "Cheers," she said to the stranger and clinked her glass against her own. "Never heard of that. Is it sweet?" Kitt brough the straw to her own drink to her lips and took a nice big sluuurp.

Mmmmm.

"I'm Kitt, this is Jared. Don't mind him. He's still grumpy about riding public transit." She smacked his arm affectionately. A slight roll of her eyes as he was handed his draft. "You going to the mainstage? Def wanna check out the moshpit."

Kitt didn't know if that counted as not drawing attention to onceself.

For kirff's sake.

She just wanted to have fun tonight. Sith and covies be mustafar'd. "C'mon, let's go."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Frozen Lava Flow was an odd red-and-orange alcoholic slushy drink that appealed to any girl under the age of twenty five. Persephone had to resist the urge to put it on her ZikZok like every other basic in attendance. Instead she took a sip, the rum settling on the bottom. One wasn't supposed to drink alcohol from a straw but here she was.

"Its good. Refreshing." Gaze flicked to the woman's friend. 'Public transport was a little sweaty but it comes with the territory I think. "

The guy, Jared she had just learned, didn't look too pleased. He was also eyeing their drinks, Kitt had something purple with an umbrella. It was quite cute and another one for the ZikZok explore page.

"Persie, pleased to meet you. As for the main stage I don't think so. I was going to find Casual Panic but I think there is still time before they take a side stage. I can walk in that direction."

 

[Aiden Porte]

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"Is this really necessary?" Aiden asked, looking over to ether side of him. Owen on one side, and Astraa on the other. Hands on his pushing him through the crowd. "Seriously, this isn't necessary, we arrived in my ship, and you both have happened to convice Gala to keep me locked out until this is over."

"She's such a sweetheart."

Aiden rubbed the side of his neck for a moment. "I mean she's an astro droid, how can she be a sweet-"

"Hush, have fun! You owe us!"

"Alright!" Aiden said with a laugh, "I'm gonna get us some drinks, and we can begin this...whatever this is." Aiden shook his head as he was pushed along by two of his oldest friends. The path's that created their friendship on Tatooine, that was another lifetime ago.

"I guess, one can't get into too much trouble here."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Purple, then red and orange and… what was the color of beer? Beer colored? Force forbid did he ever feel out of his element. He preferred the drink of the world he was on, not all of them had enough wheat and wheat byproducts to make beer. But still, he was going with it. But when Kitt spoke up on his behalf, he rolled his eyes and nudged her with his shoulder.

She wasn’t wrong, though.

“Not just a little sweaty… Thats this event, public transit…” He waved his hand and shook his head, pushing the topic away. “Where you comin’ from, then, Persie?” If she wanted to answer, if not, no big deal. It was more the type of question a Core-worlder would ask. If she gave her last name, he’d of course know it.

The galaxy was big but the corners were small.

He heard another song start up and some … oh what were this group of folk… party rockers or something, shutter shades, those were called, and one was definitely dressed like a Coruscant traffic buoy, started moving in on Kitt and Persie and himself, to get to the bar.

“Natives are getting restless. Moving may be good. And side stage, they who you came for?” He could vibe with that, showed depth of character. Though hopping into a bright main stage vibe for an hour or so was always a great way to burn off some steam.

“When’s Gizzard coming on? And where?” He turned to Kitt.


Kitt Solo Persephone Dashiell Aiden Porte

 

[Kitt Solo]

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"Mainstage right now! Oh, Cas Panic, huh? I'd give 'em a try." She winked and tried to, rather impatiently, steer them toward the thundering roar of the mainstag. She could feel the base beat from here down beneath her boots. All those emotions swirling. Rising. The joy and thrill.

Was a beautiful thing to the empath.

Maybe that's why she craved being around people. And loved venues like this. It was almost a drug in itself.

Her shoulder bumped into Aiden Porte 's as their little group collided with his little group.

"Sorry pal!" She called, her beautiful drink jostling. Still managed to get that straw between her lips and slurp some of the purple liquid down. She couldn't even feel the alcohol. Her Corellian blood was too strong.

Shame.

"C'mon let's dance and jam out people!" Without waiting for them, she jostled her way into the gyrating crowds, heading toward the front. Hand with her drink up. A dopey smile plastered on her face as she moved and grooved against bodies with that music. Jamming out.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Me? Oh, Kalinda. This is the second music festival for me this summer."

Completely different vibes. Sadly the last festival has been more influencee driven and not as authentic. It wouldn't be something Persephone would purposely return to but she could say she has the experience.

"Never heard of Gizzard. I do know these party rock guys..."

Very infamous for their leopard print tight pants and shades. Quite the statement. What statement she wasn't so sure.

Walking with the crowd of three now thanks to someone else they ran in to, Persephone looked at the two men.

"Is your friend always this...animated?"

Another sip of her frozen lava flow as they made way to the center stage.

Jared Starchaser | Aiden Porte | Kitt Solo​

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Tags: Persephone Dashiell , Kitt Solo , Jared Starchaser

There was never a better time for R&R than now, everything was going crazy across the galaxy. However, one thing you could always count on was there'd be places to escape. No matter what was happening, people wanted to unwind and forget, Spira was a good place for that. You could always get lost in the crowd there.

Tibera cut through the crowd like a war mammoth, one bedecked in leather, chains, and spikes. Her vest was tight, but left the arms exposed. Meanwhile her pants were no less brutal looking. It was an outfit that she figured would make a statement even amongst a crowd of drunk dancers.

She nursed a bottle of beer in he hand, smirking at the dancers around. Her countenance was as playful as it was harsh. She didn't mind stepping through the horde of people, but it'd be even more fun to join the dance! Today wasn't a day for blasters and guns, today was a day to cut loose! There was only one thing missing really, someone to dance with.

As she walked past the bar, she got a look at a man she liked. That was dangerous, Tibs tended to be blunt with things she liked. She walked up to Aiden Porte , a wry grin on her lips.

"Hey you! You dance? Wanna give me a try," Tibera said with the closest thing she had to a purr. Though, the nuance of speech was a little hard to enjoy when it came to the bumping music and writhing bodies. Too much singing and screaming to really hear.

 

[Aiden Porte]

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Gods, it was crowded in here, while he expected it of course. Being here was actually different than he though. Still he promised them a good time, and while he was a Jedi Knight, this was still indeed a time to have fun.

"Sorry pal!"

"No worries." Aiden voiced as they bumped into each other. "Stay outta trouble." The Knight voiced with a laugh, as he turned to catch up with Owen and Astraa. Then he got called from the side, someone walking up to him, with an attempt to draw him into a dance.

"Hey you! You dance? Wanna give me a try,"

Aiden chuckled lightly, while this was a time to cut loose, he was in a relationship with someone, a perfect someone. Aiden shook his head, politely declining.

"No thanks, but I'm having a few drinks with some friends. You are more than welcome to join." He said with a smile, giving her a small nod, either way, he would look to move on. He felt Jared's presence from afar, and thus he caught glimpse of him. He would have to meet up with them at some point soon.