Location: Don't know
Time: Also don't know
Objective: Figure out what the frak happened last night
The first thing Nalah became aware of when she woke up, startled and sore, was that she was in someone else's bed, sans pants. Now this wasn't exactly new for her, she was a woman who enjoyed her leisure time, but usually she remembered whose bed she was in, or how she got there, and there usually weren't two other strangers of uncertain identity lying in a tangled heap next to her. The constant, dull ache radiating from her head and her severe case of light sensitivity did tell her that she was completely hungover, which answered how she got into this sorry state, but not who she got into it with. If her nervous system wasn't angry with her, she might have been more concerned about that unresolved issue, but at this point she was more concerned about scrounging up some pants (and some dignity). There wasn't a lot of dignity on the floor to find, or pants for that matter, but she was able to get herself clothed enough to be seen on a city street without an indecency charge.
She crept (or quietly staggered) out of the lavishly trashed penthouse bedroom toward the first door she stumbled into, opening up onto a massive central living area overlooking a gorgeous city skyline. Or it would have been gorgeous if the morning sunlight didn't burn like a thermal torch to look at. Instead, Nalah focused her shaky senses on the rest of the room, which was somehow in worse shape than the last. Empty bottles and glasses on every surface, the floor scattered with balloons and party streamers, with a central holo display system noiselessly repeating some recording of a Twi'lek man in a suit, apparently singing. The red-and-white decor everywhere, combined with the brightly lit tree in the corner and the scent of day-old eggnog told Nalah this was supposed to be a Life Day affair.
But given all the unconscious bodies laying everywhere, this place didn't look too lively.
Even with her throbbing skull, Nalah could tell the people strewn across the couches, and the tables, and the floor, and the other unconscious people were all alive, there was no smell of blood or carbonized matter in the air, only stale alcohol and a lot of regret. She seemed to be the first person up after...whatever madness happened last night, which gave her plenty of time to drag her unsteady, unsober posterior to what seemed to be the kitchen in search of something to ease her pounding headache. Sure, she needed to find out if a quick escape was in order, but first she needed her skull to stop throbbing in pain.
She began to rifle through the cabinets, totally unaware that the rest of the party goers were starting to wake up...
So, I created this to be a lighthearted post-Life-Day thread for characters to enjoy. I don't have a specific plan in mind for the location, time, or what happened last night in this thread, I leave the details up to you. Are we in a Senator's private suite? Did a CEO's private party get crashed? Was there a fist fight, a rendevous, both? Who knows? I just as that you don't overwrite details that someone else adds, and that you don't create any situations where a character would be in immediate danger. For example, if a Jedi posts here, don't follow up by saying we're in a Darth's private quarters on Jutraand.
