Faction The Great Padawan Dorm Domino Chain [NJO]

[Azurine Varek]

Mattresses and Mayhem

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Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet

Spoiler: RULES

1. Only one post per character until announced otherwise.
2. You won't necessarily know who will follow you in the chain, so leave it open ended for whoever that may be and the next person should continue from exactly where you left off.
3. You may tag one person who has not yet posted if you would like, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll be the one to follow you.
4. Your character doesn't necessarily have to be part of the materess dominos, they can watch the chaos unfold.
5. Be creative, be silly. Whether you give a one sentence post or multiple paragraphs, just have fun with it!
6. Added for clarification: Please try to keep it lighthearted. Think slapstick comedy type chaos, not life threatening or permanent.

"We go on three!" Azzie shouted while holding a small mattress at her back down the temple dorm hallway at the line of waiting padawans—with the occasional interspersed knight or master who'd heard rumors of the planned shenanigans and decided to see what was going on or, for some that didn't have a stick up their fanny, decided to grab a mattress and join in. A wide, crap-eating grin was cemented onto her face. This was probably one of the stupidest things she'd ever managed to convince others to do, especially since she didn't actually live in the dorms herself, given she had her own ship that was practically a luxury small home on its own.

"One!"

She'd started with the younger and newest padawans, planting the seed of her little idea to get as many of them on board as she possibly could, then moved on from there. She played it off as an exercise in trust, which in the end wasn't exactly a lie. It took a lot of trust and cooperation to get this to go as planned. It wasn't the whole truth either.

"Two!"

As a Jedi apprentice who was nearing the final stretches of her training and someone who had been through so much pain in recent months, Azzie had really just wanted to see how many she could get to go along with it. To participate in something so outrageous with the only real benefit in the end being the sheer joy of coming together, being in the moment, and throwing ego or pride to the wind to just have a good laugh.

"THREE!!"

Laughing like a Kowakian monkey-lizard, she swiftly crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the mattress, tumbling backward into the next poor soul who she'd somehow influenced into being part of this nonsensical game of living dominos.

​

 

[Jobbi Chantin]

Pet (hair): Fuzzy (Sha'rellian toop)

The mattress wobbled under her weight, and Jobbi Chantin squinted down the dormitory hall, trying to see past the Jedi Masters who were now definitely not stopping this. With her sluglike body pressed into the foam and her stubby arms gripping it like it might float away, she glanced up nervously.

Fuzzy, the Sha’rellian toop clinging to her head like a nervous wig, had already sensed something dreadful.

"One!"

With a tiny screech, Fuzzy leapt from her scalp, launched off the nearest padawan’s shoulder, and vanished into the dormitory vents with a puff of fur and fear.

Jobbi blinked after him.

"Boska—Fuzzy?! Mee noleya tonka fanki!”

"Two!"

"Uhh—gee wamma peetchay?! Ee da wanga... bakkee?”

"THREE!!"

The mattress ahead of her simply stopped mid fall - she was too for it to tip her over.

She panicked.

With great effort and a sound like a hoverbarge hitting a fruit stand, Jobbi hurled her weight backward, trying to be a part of the toppling domino chain.

WHUMP.

The mattress fell... Then shot out from underneath her, slipping between the weight of the Hutt and the tile floor, a cushioned projectile with enough force to topple the next three Padawan dominoes like living speed bumps... Or send one unfortunate Zabrak flying.

"Me dwana! Me dwana!! Uhh—mee tinkee broka wan—ow—dossu!”

Her massive tail spasmed in confusion and knocked an innocent bystander's mattress into a passing knight.

"Am mee... pankah dis righto?! Wan dat nee tello mee!”

And so the dominoes continued to fall —not quite gracefully, but with great enthusiasm.

@next in chain​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

The Peacekeeper’s Last Words

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

He had sensed trouble the moment he rounded the corner.

Laughter. Stifled giggles. Chaotic energy brimming like carbonation about to burst. Dozens of presences coiled in anticipation like a slingshot pulled taut. The Force itself had grown… mischievous.

Aadihr Lidos stopped mid-step.

No one’s screaming. That’s either a good sign... or a terrible one.

He angled his head toward the dormitory hall—and was immediately met with the unmistakable voice of one Azurine Varek rallying a gaggle of younglings into some sort of Force-forsaken mattress-based... formation?

His brow lifted behind the blindfold.

“Azzie…” he began, raising his voice in that overly calm tone reserved for Jedi Masters who'd just stepped into disaster mid-hatch.
“Are you really about to—”

He never got to finish.

A wayward mattress—launched at suborbital velocity by one overcorrecting Hutt Padawan—slammed into his side like a padded freighter. He was yanked sideways as foam and fabric swallowed his words in an undignified THWUMP.

He vanished from the hallway.

There was a distant clatter, rapidly growing quieter from distance.

A moment of silence…

Then, far away from the chaos, the faint voice of a Jedi Knight shouting down the corridor from somewhere out of frame:

“...I am not cleaning that up!"

And he was gone.

May the Force be with them. They’re going to need it.

@next in chain​

 

[Xuko Pagoi]

Xuko had a bad feeling about this. As Azurine Varek counted to three, Xuko inwardly cursed himself for letting Klar talk him into this.

The Zabrak was positioned third in the domino line, which wouldn't have been a bad place to be if it hadn't been for whom was second in line.

Jobbi. Kan'Ruktah Nor'ven

He'd seen the Huttlet's coordination- or lack thereof- firsthand while fighting the fleshraiders a few weeks ago. He should have known that even the simple act of falling over would be beyond her capabilities.

Even so, he didn't see the mattress coming, nor could he do anything about it in the time it took for the mattress to close the short gap between him and Jobbi.

Jobbi's mattress cannoned into Xuko, the force of it breaking his own white-knuckled grip on his mattress and sending him sprawling through the air. The Zabrak completed an unintentional 180-degree backflip in midair, somehow managing to land more or less chest-first on his own mattress (despite objections from the laws of physics) as it toppled backwards towards the next Padawan in line.

His chest and chin protested where they had absorbed the impact of Jobbi's mattress, and Xuko groaned softly despite himself.

Nor'ak Shen'ven

@Next

 

[Klar]

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There had been no way Klar would have missed out on this. The moment she'd heard about Azurine's plan, she'd gone around collecting as many Padawans as possible - ensuring that nobody missed out on the fun unless they WANTED to, and even then she made an effort to convince them. Xuko had been one such case.

Ever pragmatic, ever laconic, her Zabrak friend hadn't been on board with silliness. Especially of the non-lethal sort. Klar had attempted to ply him by pointing out that team-building exercises were a critical part of the development of a social unit, she had tried to persuade him by explaining that such behavior was a normal and healthy adolescent practice across most cultures. She'd tried to get him on board by adding that the whole thing had been Azurine's idea, and she'd made the effort to sell him on the concept of just doing it because his awesome friend (her) really wanted to do it and that it'd be super fun.

In the end, Klar suspected that her most persuasive argument had been the chance that he might be able to flatten Aris beneath a mattress or at the very least, contribute kinetic energy towards that end.

Klar had been in full form, running up and down the row trying to make sure everyone was ready and prepared. She'd eagerly jumped into line behind Zuko. And when Jobbi took a place at the front, Klar cheered her roommate on with her usual cheerful confidence.

Jobbi's full-force flop was an unexpected addition. The first domino in the chain, the first domino in a chain of events that would probably end in at least one person going to the infirmary. Mattresses flew. A knight went down. Klar had a moment to feel bad for Xuko taking a mattress directly to the face before he slammed into hers. Klar couldn't even PRETEND to stay on her feet, immediately folded into the mattress of the Padawan behind her.

She hadn't been prepared in the slightest. Sandwiched between her mattress and the one behind her, with Xuko and his atop, the only sign of the squished Codru-Ji was four hands and two feet poking out from the edges and the sound of her muffled laughter.

 

[Kell Masaara]

Alright, this is the kind of "team building exercise" Kell could get behind. It was hard to not overhear the planned chaos brewing among her new... what does she even call them? Schoolmates seems wrong, friends is optimistic. 'Brothers and Sisters in the Force'? Puh-lease. Whatever her fellow padawans were to Kell, at this moment they were sending her directly into a mattress with considerably more force than she expected. Hutts are stronger than she thought, and... Jobbi? Was that her name? Isn't even fully grown.

Kell takes the collision with a muffled grunt, standing firm only just enough to dampen some of that energy about to collapse on the poor sap behind her, before falling gracefully - and by gracefully we mean marginally more so than a sack of tossed potatoes - back onto the mattress behind her, Klar's infectious laughter taking hold of her as she flops into a distinctly more horizontal orientation. The chain continues!

 

[Kas Larsen]

Equipment: Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
Tags: @NEXT IN THE CHAIN
Location: Tython | Jedi Temple | Padawan Dormitories
Objective: Have Fun!

The late teenage Jedi Apprentice made it to the Padawan Learner dormitory hall. Hearing this activity was just a good bit of fun. Kas decided to join in and become more involved with other students like him. He heard the echoes of laughter up ahead of him as the other Apprentices and Padawan Learners began to start the Domino Chain. Mattresses lined up so no-one could see or know who'd be the one crashing on top.

Braced himself for the mattress in front of him tumbling down to continue the chain as it was filling up the hallway. The laughter continued as Kas got hit by Kell's mattress and he felt his body start to fall to the floor. The air brushed and hit Kas as Kell's mattress swooshes and made Kas' hair wave slightly. The teenage apprentice smiled and felt the joy all the others that got this feeling in participating in this Mattress Domino activity.

"Here we go! Timber!" Kas yelled out with joy and laughter following after.