The Magrath Family White Tie Formal

[Yoru Shakou]

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The Avidon Oligarchy​

The Magrath Family Estate​

Avidon​

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Even with the galaxy in turmoil as it was, there was always time for a simple get together to bring people face to face. In the event that this brought more conflict or even a small respite from such, there was always a reason for a white tie formal. The Baroness smiled to herself as she looked into the mirror before her, a hand running through her curled red locks as she sat up. Her under-gown and corset were already tied and secured as a young servant approached her. The Baroness closed her eyes and brought her hands up as the large purple gown was draped over her figure. Her hands slowly brushing out any of the wrinkles that might have been produced. All that remained for her was a few final adjustments to her cosmetics and wardrobe and she'd be ready for the night. Her yellow eyes peered back into the mirror to make sure that nothing was out of place before she spoke up.

"Well?"

The question was simple and it seemed to only be answered by the purring of contentment of the large Nexu that was laying on a padded bed near her own. Looking to the beast she nodded before dismissing the servant. The Baroness ready for her appearance, though she would wait and give it some time for others to arrive. Stepping from her room, she slipped out onto the large balcony that over watched the main drive up to the large manor house. The grove of trees that ran along the main thoroughfare shaded it, though still allowed her some visibility. Along the main drive stood a handful of soldiers at the ready, whilst four more stood quietly at the door to the manor. Of course within the walls of the house itself were more guards, though they were there for show just as much to make sure that no one caused trouble during the ball.

Bringing her hand down, the slender fingers were met by the soft fur and purring of the nexu as it came to her side. Pressing its head into her palm as she lightly scratched the beast's head. Stepping away, she turned back towards the doors that lead to the balcony, stepping within her room as a servant opened the doors of the room for her, the Baroness and Nexu stepping out into the hall as she composed herself before moving towards the balcony that overlooked the main entrance to her home just above the double stairs.

There in the shadows she would wait and watch as the guest arrived. Tonight would be a fine night for a formal, and the continued purring from the nexu next to her seemed to agree with her thoughts.


Note: Rules; please read before posting

Spoiler

• No Faction on Faction Violence
• No Fighting
• No Bounty Collections
• No Force Powers
• No Weapons
• No Causing Trouble
• Have Fun

 

[Feena]

A Queen was never late. That was very important. Punctuality was everything, made her appear reliable and a sound leader. This was Feenara's first day away from Naboo in quite some time. After the failed invasion by the Systems Authority, she'd been so reluctant to leave her post for any reason. Foreign negotiations had to be brought to Naboo on her insistence.
Still, it had been about a year now. She could afford to take a small trip out here. It was only polite to respond to an invitation, especially one of this nature. And stars knew she could certainly use a night out. Even so, she knew who she was. She represented her beloved world. The way she conducted herself tonight was vital.

She dressed in a traditional Naboo gown, heavy sweeping skirt, elegant beading. She wore the colors of a Lake Country sunset over the water, pale pink, to deep purple. She wore no crown tonight though. This was not Naboo. On any other world, she was simply a visitor, not the Queen. And it was positively terrible manners to out-dress the event hostess. Her husband may not understand the delicate rules of etiquette in a setting like this, but she did. How could she not? This was her world.

"[member="Keter"], darling," she whispered, leaning in as they approached, "I need you to promise that you will be the perfect gentleman tonight. [member="Baroness Magrath"] is a very important acquaintance of mine and she was kind enough to invite us."

Not that she thought he was going to embarrass her or anything. Keter was usually polite. Still, it didn't hurt to make sure. This was a little different than the average party.

 

[Laguz Vald]

The rumors of an open white tie event at the Magrath estate reached xir ears in no time; not that it was hard, these days. The Galaxy was buzzing with life, trying to make up for those dead years in the wake of the Gulag plague. It still entertained Laguz, watching from the sidelines as orders and factions rose from the shadows only to crumble again, replaced by another budding organization. In the grand scheme of things, in the big picture, as it were, these struggles seemed ephemeral and unimportant.

Still, xe knew better.

Most species didn't enjoy longevity like xe did, and conflicts that lasted mere months to xem were entire lives to these people. With a sigh on xir lips, Laguz decided that a formal party on neutral grounds was as good as any place to dive back into the world of intrigue. Xe did miss the thrill of a more hands-on approach, and getting to know the big players in an environment where they were forced to behave themselves was perhaps the best possible option.

A smile stretched xir currently blue face as xe stood in front of the mirror, contemplating the nature of existence. It was a subtle thing, at first, the shifting of flesh underneath xir skin, like water right before it reaches the boiling point. And, just like water, xir whole form warped in on itself in a sudden, twitching moment. Xir ligaments moved, bones disappeared or were displaced, all in the span of a minute. While xir body was taking on xir desired shape, xe slipped a serrated, army-issue knife into the transforming muscle, embedding it firmly within as skin grew over the bloody flesh beneath. Any innocent eye would've been forever scarred after witnessing such a thing, but Laguz was, as usually, alone. With a lazy stretch reminiscent of a spoiled nexu, xe finished the skinshift and went to put on xir clothes.

Upon his arrival, Cailin Sarkath — that's what his papers said, anyway — was dressed for the occasion; wearing a finely tailored black tuxedo with a vividly red tie as a complement, he was certainly going to draw stares. The one thing you most certainly had going for you as a skinshifter was being attractive, and he gone in no holds barred for tonight. The event in question, after all, was all about appearances and impressions, and damned if he didn't do his best to make a good one.

With a small smile on a seemingly freshly shaven face, the handsome human headed through the gates of the mansion and into the vanity fair.

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OOC:

Spoiler: since my char is a shapeshifter I thought I'd give you a temporary play-by to refer to in your descriptions :)

 

[Sage Bane]

To everyone’s surprise, but most of all his, Cryax Bane, the Chiss President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate, despite his organization's ill repute, got invited to all of the best parties in the galaxy. Unfortunately the thought of going to formal events generally made Cryax Bane’s skin itch. So he unceremoniously handed off the invitation to the black tie party at Baroness Morgrath's estate to his half brother, Sage Bane, with a pat on the head and a simple "don't embarrass me." Sage was all too happy to go anywhere there would be beautiful people and copious amounts of free booze, so his arm didn’t need to be twisted.

The half-Chiss, who most thought was merely human, RSVP'ed under the name Cryax Bane, of course. The elder Bane was a Very Important Person, at least in the Outer Rim, and Sage was a glit-biter with a rap sheet that included drug trafficking charges and kidnapping. Aside from the fact that Sage's skin color didn't quite match his brother's, it was highly unlikely that noble folks followed the Antecedent crime scene that closely, so he figured no harm, no foul.

Sage’s usual mode of dress could be described as intergalactic drug dandy, but tonight he cleaned up well in a dark suit and checkered bow-tie, his hair combed for a change. As his plus one, the Chiss hybrid had invited his beautiful boyfriend [member="The Cartographer"] who was famous in his own right. A wealthy bio-scientist with a huge estate on Corellia, Baelfire Lenasin was a head turner alright. Sage gave a perfunctory glance around the room, looking for his beloved Bael. Curiously, he didn’t see yet see anyone fit the description of the Baroness herself, but perhaps she was waiting to make some kind of grandiose arrival. The only others at the party who caught his eye were a gorgeous raven-haired woman in a Naboo gown as well as an equally gorgeous and tanned blonde fellow. Sage grabbed a glass of champagne, made a mental note of where the bathrooms were should he need a hit of glitterstim, and reminded himself that for tonight his name was Cryax.

[member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Feena Mason"] [member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Zerrene Torran]

Zerrene still had no idea how she had gotten an invitation to this formal. She had received an anonymous message with it, saying only "We will be in touch." The Chiss nervously smoothed out her simple black dress, hoping she looked alright; she'd even straightened her hair out!
The former slave had a basic idea how to act around nobles; her master used to show her off at these kinds of events, so she had that experience to draw on, but none of them were like the [member="Baroness Magrath"].
She entered the room, looking around. She was surprised to see [member="Sage Bane"] here, she would've expected Cryax, the leader of their faction, and she took notice of an attractive blonde man and a raven-haired woman.
She nervously picked up a glass of champagne, trying to blend in as much as possible.
Force forbid anyone try to talk to her!

[member="Laguz Vald"]
[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Onrai]

The blonde form of the younger Vantai, a carefully coalesced cocktail of beauty and destruction, was the fifth to come through the hallowed doors of the Magrath estate. Officially, she was here in order to establish contact with [member="Baroness Magrath"] on behalf of the enigmatic owners of Emeritus Industries. Unofficially, of course, she was here to partake of the expensive food, drink, and entertainment - have some fun for the first time in a great while.

Scanning, she looked around the area, trying to spot the woman herself in order to initialize conversation. After all, she also had to socialize with whoever had come.

 

[Dral Ordo]

Dral sighed as he finished straightening his suit. The giant Mandalorian was here to represent the Dar'Manda, and he would do so as best he could; despite absolutely loathing events like these, but even he wasn't stupid enough to not see the opportunities in an occasion like this; even if they DID make him wear a suit.
He ran a hand through his brown buzz cut as he entered the room, scanning it for the Baroness, but coming out disappointed. He sighed and turned down champagne, knowing that if he started now he would keep going until he was passed out on the floor.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an attractive young blonde woman, and decided to speak to her; to establish contact with a noble, if nothing else.
He walked up to her.
"Good eveing, madame. I am Dral, of the Dar'Manda. Might I ask the name of the beauty I'm speaking to?"


[member="Enigma"]
[member="Zerrene Torran"]
[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Laguz Vald"]
[member="Feena Mason"]
[member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[The Cartographer]

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It had been a while since Bael had been invited to an off-world party. Especially a formal one. But [member="Sage Bane"], his silver-tongued half-Chiss boyfriend, had convinced him to come as his plus one. Here, he was supposed to be Cryax of course, but that didn't matter much to him. Besides, he enjoyed parties of any kind. The tall, slenderly fit Epicanthrix made his way into the spacious Magrath Manor. It was quite beautiful. He glanced about the room at so many faces. Some he had seen before a his own celebrations or knew much about via research. Others he had yet to meet. Taking a glass of white wine from one of the serving droids, Bael chose to wait near the door in case "Cryax" hadn't yet arrived.​

[member="Baroness Magrath"]​

[member="Enigma"]​

[member="Laguz Vald"]​

[member="Feena Mason"]​

[member="Zerrene Torran"]​

[member="Dral Ordo"]​

 

[Zerrene Torran]

Oh, Sithspit, was that really him? Even from here, Zerrene recognized [member="The Cartographer"]. The man was famous for his parties, and her master was fond of attending them, with her in tow, of course. She'd never spoken to him, and the Chiss tried to avoid staring. Kriff, she wasn't cut out for this kind of thing!

[member="The Cartographer"] [member="Dral Ordo"] @Enigma @Sage Bane [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Feena Mason"] [member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Dral Ordo"]

"Vanessa. Vanessa Vantai." Such was a nice name she had been given by her mother - well, almost-mother. The body was forged of cloning techniques and alchemical processes, after all - half Circe, half Silara, and a little bit of something evil. She herself was spiritually older and more capable in the Force as a whole than Silara - but her mother, woops, almost-mother had managed to properly artifice a body worthy of her possession. She was protective of it too, being her creation and all, so Circe was going to do her best to ensure that nothing bad happened.

"So you're an exiled Mandalorian?"

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Nefertari thought there must have been some mistake in her getting invited. To most, she was just another Jedi. Had the noble house of Sovint been suddenly remembered? Nef doubted it.

Arriving at the destination, dressed in cyan and green with a bit of gilding, she joined the festivities.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Dressed in an elegant blue and purple dress, Taeli had been surprised by the invitation to attend such an event. While she had gotten use to the glad handing and maneuverings of the business world and had avoided the politics of the Sith, for the most part, she still didn't attend many of these events. But, she had sensed an opportunity to expand her business into a new sector of the galaxy, and she couldn't pass that up. She had thus left her lightsaber in her personal quarters on Coruscant and had traveled to Avidon.

Walking into the Baroness's house, she couldn't help but smile a bit. Such an eclectic gathering of people from around the major powers.

 

[Matreya]

Damien strode through the massive doors, hands in the pockets of his black silk slacks, his jacket was buttoned to the top, under it being a blindingly white shirt and black tie to match. Looking around the room for a moment, he murmured softly to his company, a massive Andolith that bore no clothing, per norm of course, "Drake, would you go find [member="Feena Mason"]? I sense her nearby, and would like to converse with her while I have the chance. I doubt she will know me, just tell her a long time family friend is asking for her."

Of course Damien, I will return in haste. Drake murmured into his mind, then the only sound of his existence was his hooves clopping along on the floor.

Damien then turned and walked from that doorway, which now seemed far to open when not filled by the Andolith and himself. Casting his eyes about the group of people amid the beauty of the room, Damien spotted someone that he had never seen, and yet his senses told him he knew her...

Is that Pandeima?? Damien thought to himself, a grin covering his face as he continued his little walk.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Deciding to show proper manners, Taeli mingled around the people to search for the hostess. She was very curious about the woman and how she had managed to retain a small, independent state with the Republic and Mandalorians so close by. She at least wanted to thank the woman for extending the invitation, even if she really wanted to discuss business.

Taeli knew such connections were formed at such events, but she was hesitant to do so as she thought it might be considered impolite to begin such discussions now. Deciding she would extend the gratitude and maybe broach the subject lightly, she continued her search for the Baroness.

[member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Dral Ordo]

Dral nodded, his blue eyes examining the woman in front of him.

"Yes, I represent a group of us dar'manda, we simply took the name as our own."

He shifted somewhat nervously.

"I did not expect to be invited to anything like this."

[member="Enigma"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Lord Daemos"]
[member="Zerrene Torran"]
[member="The Cartographer"]
[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Cadmus Fontaine]

Cadmus ran a quick hand through his dirty blond hair before he looked down to see if his suit was in proper order. It wasn't Cadmus himself who had been invited to the party but rather his father. Augustus Fontaine had thought it best to send his son in his place to the lavish party. His father didn't seem to care that Cadmus had more important things to do. While he didn't mind the party, it seemed almost wrong for him to take off from his training for this. Augustus hated parties more than anything else in this world, but he also saw it as a necessary evil to form the various alliances that made up the web of the aristocracy. The noble from Naboo walked through the massive estate doors before he took in the room with a sweep of his eyes. It was truly a night of stars. There seemed to be almost every type of celebrity or noble in attendance. He saw nobles from various planets, important crime leaders, and even a noted bio-scientist. As a server passed, Cadmus took a glass of champagne off of the tray. He raised the glass to his lip as he surveyed the room again.

 

[Zerrene Torran]

Zerrene sighed from her corner of the large room. What was she even doing here? She didn't belong with nobles and crime-lords, she was just a slave with a fancy dress on!
She took notice of a few more arrivals, and lifted her glass to drink; only to have someone bum into her, spilling her drink.
"Sithspit!" She cursed, glaring at the perpetrator.

[member="Cadmus Fontaine"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Lord Daemos"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]
[member="Enigma"]
[member="The Cartographer"]
[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Laguz Vald"]
[member="Feena Mason"]
[member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Laguz Vald]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

Only a few minutes in, and already the hall was brimful with guests. One after the other new people poured through the door, soon transforming the room into a colorful kaleidoscope of feigned laughter and veiled threats. Still, he had to admit that they certainly made up for their moral failings in the fashion department. Mirthful hazel eyes gorged on the crowd, taking in all those faces, all those bodies... all those identities. A smirk, and Cailin slipped from the sidelines into the uncertainty of mingling.

His effort lasted a whole of ten seconds before he noticed a particularly attractive woman that was seemingly looking for someone. Seizing his opportunity to delve deeper into the dynamics of the event, the tall man approached her with the most genuine smile he could muster. Cailin's eyes discreetly flickered along the contours of her body, her pale skin contrasted beautifully against the rich purple of the dress that was hugging her curves.

"Excuse me, madam," said the blonde man, his melodious voice just loud enough to draw her attention. "Forgive my impudence, but it truly is a crime for a beauty like yourself to be neglected."

"Can I hope to entertain you, my lady, if only for a brief moment of this wondrous evening?"

 

[Sage Bane]

As the party vaulted into full swing, Sage sipped his champagne and people-watched. He noticed a vaguely familiar face in a Chiss woman [member="Zerrene Torran"] but he couldn't figure out where he'd met her. Nal Hutta? Nar Shaddaa? Or maybe she was with the Red Ravens. She looked terribly nervous and out of place, the poor thing.

It was curious that the Baroness herself still hadn't made an appearance, but Sage only had a vague idea of how nobles lived, other than really karking well. Perhaps he could ask Bael if it was customary for a noble hostess to take this long making an entrance. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. There was Bael, looking sultry in his tuxedo, standing near the entrance to the main room.

The Epicanthrix hadn't seen Sage yet so the half-Chiss grinned and moved behind the crowd, positioning himself so that he was hidden from his boyfriend. Then he made his way around and snuck up behind Bael, wrapping his arms around him and biting him gently on the neck. "So scandalous, stepping out on the town with Cryax Bane while his poor brother is home all alone."

[member="The Cartographer"]

 

[The Cartographer]

Bael tensed for a moment when he felt someone come up from behind him. But when they began nibbling on his neck, he knew it could only be [member="Sage Bane"]. "Oh, something tells me Sage won't mind. He knows how distracting people can be..." Bael replied, turning his head so that his smirk was visible. "I must say, Cryax. You look smashing. Is that a new suit?" He joked. It didn't matter what his boyfriend wore. He ALWAYS looked good.​