Public [Zinder Event] Ilum's Grand Life Day Extravaganza!!! [Zinder Event]

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective I // Are You My Mistletoe or Mistle-foe? //
// Focus // Kirie //

A wintery scene danced across the surface of Ilum as the former Lord Inquisitor made her way through the crowds. A shocking amount of people had gathered for the Zinder event, plenty of loneliness out there amongst the stars. Though, Jorryn supposed she was no different than the rest of them for the day, the innocent excitement in her chest had been a strange change of affair from her usual confidence.

When the image of Kirie lingered upon the screen of her datapad, it didn't take much thought for Jorryn to happily swipe upwards on the girl. It was hard to deny the appeal of the girl, even in the sparing time they had spent serving as handmaidens together.

She was beautiful, brown locks falling upon an unsuspectingly graceful figure. There was a quiet beauty to her, one that the Echani had appreciated from afar. And yet, the former handmaiden's exit had provided a chance to undress professional discrepancies away from this dalliance.

A black sweater covered her dress, the cold never managing to agree with the silver-haired Sith despite her people's origins. She was dressed warmly, though the touch of cold did brush against her legs through the tights.

It was worth it for a second attempt at first impression with Kirie.

A hand lingered upon her datapad as she swiped through the pictures on Kirie's profile, excitement continuing to build. This was an innocent enough date compared to most that Jorryn went on, and it seemed to only increase her nervousness.

There was a tightness in her chest as she worried quite how this would go. There were certain complications about this meeting, but Jorryn made her mind up to enjoy the event. All context would be removed, and the Echani would simply enjoy her partner's company for the day.

A gaze around the festival grounds searched for her date, before falling upon a figure sat by the heaters. The back of a black dress faced her, though the form was recognizable through the few moments they shared.

The poor girl was shaking, presumably due to the cold of the event. Jorryn could understand as a redness began to touch the tips of her ears.

And so she offered the girl some warmth.

"Hey cutie!"

Her sleeved arms wrapped around the back of the former handmaiden, draping across her shoulders as the Echani pulled her into an embrace. White trusses of hair fell across the shoulder of the girl as Jorryn's head rest upon the girl's left shoulder.

"Don't start freezing already, love, we still have plenty ahead of us tonight." A soft smile crept upon the corners of her black lips as she drew closer to the girl. "Though I don't mind warming you up..."

Old habits died hard as the tease brushed against the tips of Kirie's ears.

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Ilum, Objective I
Tags: Open

Rayne Runner | Trash Mobile Home
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Rayne was bundled up in a fluffy blanket, perched on a log like a gargoyle. She was certainly tall enough to fit the part, but nowhere near as intimidating. Cold. She hated the cold. She hardly ever had as much gear for it as she liked, and she hated being chilly. Her lekku were wrapped around her neck and chin to try and retain as much heat as possible. It wasn't really working, but it was a nice idea.

The young woman was alone. She had put out some potential matches, but didn't ever link up with anyone. The only person who had even messaged her was that... crazy pink thing. Maybe other people had the same idea of showing up with no plan to just see what happened.

It seemed like fun. Or maybe that was just her sorry excuse for being lazy.

Whatever the case was, it wasn't going great so far. Here she was, freezing her lekk off out in the woods of some winter planet. She had terrible luck with this sort of thing too, historically. The one instance of romance she ever had went nowhere, given that the Jedi Shadow she got entangled with up and vanished. That was probably part of the job...

If it was her luck she was trying, maybe that didn't bode well...

 

[Saul Whesai]

Location: OBJ 2
Objective: Watch the skating from a safe distance.
Outfit
Tags: Open to anyone who wants to spare the time


Saul hadn't bothered to update his profile before this event. It was all just a random crapshoot, whether you would be noticed or not. And yet, he still came to get out of his new fancy "home". He couldn't help but shake his head as he thought about the Liin's apartment he was now staying. Sure, it was a step up in terms of amenities, but it was too sterile for his tastes. It didn't feel like a home, and part of that was that there was no one to make it feel like a home. Plus, Liin's lab didn't exactly have the happiest memories for him, given all the tests he had to go through.

And so here he was, sipping a hot cocoa from the local stalls on one of the benches surrounding the ring in an attempt to keep warm. It was fun admiring the skaters as they had fun (even if he didn't know how that wooden alien ( Madrona A’Mia ) was keeping herself warm in just that little dress). The only reason he didn't go out by himself was that he could already feel the pain coming from his metal pelvis from falling. Or maybe deep down, he was just chicken to try. Either way, it was going to take a push to get him out on that ice.

The only person who really grabbed his attention was the pink-haired human female sporting around the rink like she had owned it all of her life, and she knew it, even if she didn't gloat about it with her skating. Saul couldn't lie to himself; she was certainly captivating, but for now, he kept himself. The last time he had tried to talk to someone in that way at one of these events, it had pretty much bummed him out for the rest of the trip, as he was completely rejected. The Android didn't know if he had the heart to go through that again. So for now, Saul kept to his seat, but he would give Fallon Draellix-Kobitana a gloved thumbs up if she did a spin near him. The purple-haired young man couldn't not compliment an artist on ice when she deserved it, now could he?

 

[Prystill Oasay]

Objective: Zinder Event: Let's go to the stalls
Location: Festival stalls, Ilum
Outfit: Maroon Winter Dress
Tags: Ronhar Tane | OPEN

Zinder was an interesting app. Prystill had used it to send out several messages. It was a wonderful distraction from the day-to-day of her job. Some of the beings she contacted responded with some interest, but a secure date was not in the cards until Pry noticed a fellow Confederation citizen had reached out to her. She wasn't particularly looking for a soldier, but Ronhar had other things in his history that were interesting.

As she was getting ready, Prystill considered her options carefully, and what would be the possible actions each outfit would trigger. Something too warm and bulky might make it seem she was trying to put a barrier between herself and her date. Wearing an outfit she would normally wear for a first date was likely to have her suffer from hyperthermia no matter how much snuggling was done. She needed to find something in the middle. Approachable but warm.

Prefect Tron was gracious enough to arrange for state transport to Ilum. It was neutral territory for now, and technically the Confederation was not on bad terms with the Alliance who had recently overseen the territory. The Jedi who had taken up residence on the planet might not be quite as happy with the Confederation's politics. But things were in motion since the events on and above Atrisia.

From the messages on Zinder it seemed like folks of all backgrounds were going to be there, so there must have been some kind of agreement must have been reached to allow the event to take place in and around the forest. Probably far away from the Jedi infrastructure. But those thoughts were political and the things that Prystill was trying to leave behind.

It was easy to forget her questions of how the planet's authorities would react when she stepped foot out of the ship that had transported her to Ilum. She had never spent much time in the snow. It was quite wonderful she thought as she was escorted to where she would meet with Ronhar. Her "guard" told her the Captain would be waiting right around the corner. After a thankful nod from Pry, the guard returned to the ship. The Theelin young woman straightened her dress and stepped forward. Nerves in this setting had never been a problem for Prystill, she saw no reason for it to start now.

She was quite happy to see that Captain Tane did not wear a uniform to the event. She knew quite a few soldiers who thought that it would get them the proper attention. It would not have done that for Prystill, so she was quite happy with Rohnar's choice of attire. She approached with snow crunching under her boots. She gave a smile and a nod of her head.
"I have seen the name Mahporeem on many of my documents. It is good to finally meet someone from there. You look quite dashing, Captain. I am looking forward to the evening. Where are we going to start?"

 

[Darth Nefaron]

SECOND DATE: Corazona von Ascania

"Good. They must see terror firsthand to combat it."
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Nefaron did not turn his gaze away from the fire, at least not at first. Mockery of the Jedi and their training notwithstanding, the Corpse Lord appeared lost in thought. It had been some time since the operation of Ukatis ended, and Cora seemed different from that encounter. Unfortunately for the Dark Lord, she had not learned to fear him as the children in her care did, but something else lingered in the force, a presence that seemed connected to her and yet appeared to be a separate being altogether.

A child.

She is with child. ​

"You came alone. I am surprised you did not summon companions to... oh, how do you put it? Bring me to justice?"

Nefaron chuckled to himself before raising his hooded gaze to focus on the Dowager Princess. What amounted to a smile appeared, though he doubted it would be returned.

"Then again, you aren't alone, are you?"

The Dark Lord lifted his hand, the force swelling within him as he reached out, pulling two large stones from their place and gliding them gently to the fireside. Nefaron gestured to the rock opposite his before taking a seat, hands resting on his withered knees. Despite the freezing conditions, there was no puff of vapor from beneath his hood, as if he didn't breathe at all.

"Family. Such a wonderful and terrible thing. To be bonded to another, be it through love or by blood. It is a weakness the Sith Empire is plagued by, a weakness I will expel."

Again, Nefaron's dead eyes drifted back to the fire. There was but a moment, a fraction of a second, where it appeared something else overcame him. A glimpse of what was, a flicker of the warm embrace of a mother that was long dead. But such things were long forgotten, little more than a desprate gamble from the light to stem the wave of darkness that Darth Nefaron brought with him. It had been so long since he knew love of any sort that the concept had been lost on him, but then again, what room was there for love in a galaxy of terror?

"Forgive me, I did not come here to speak of politics. I came to see you."

There was a slight movement of fabric as his head rose, eyes locking with the Jedi across the fire.

"Things have changed. Your father's death was a turning point; overcoming his tyranny was the first step toward your future. Admit it, part of you is happy he is dead."

There was no cruel joy in his words. Nefaron asked a genuine question, despite knowing the likely answer.

"He was manipulated, that much is true. But in his heart, he wanted that throne, and he saw me as the only way to take it. We both know that man was a fool to believe he could control us."

It was rare for Nefaron to offer praise to others outside his cabal of conspirators, but Cora was to be a special case, a woman who had not withered when the time came to do what must be done.

"The Alliance is on its deathbed. The Jedi are scattered to the wind or servants to the pompous royal houses of Naboo. You stand alone against a tide of darkness, and so I must ask: how will you protect your child?"

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: OBJECTIVE 2 ICE RINK
Objective: Dance, maybe chat to someone cute
Loadout: here Wearing this
Tags: Saul Whesai

Fallon continued on around the lake and quite soon she felt the odd tingle of someone watching her, not in the force, just the usual eyes on feeling and she glanced around. Seeing the guy watching she had to do a double take, it wasnt who she had matched with, that much she could tell, but he was watching her. Her suspicions were confirmed when he gave her a thumbs up and she smiled at him.

She turned in his direction and gracefully skated nearer to him. "Hey, can I help you?" she asked, her tone entirely playful. "Are you just going to watch or are you coming on the ice?" she turned and skated backwards a little until she came to a near stop and tilted her head trying to get a better look at him. "I'm Fallon" she said.

 

[Saul Whesai]

Location: OBJ 2
Objective: Bracing for impact.
Outfit
Tags: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

Saul didn't expect the young woman to notice. Hell, he expected her to politely skate at the other end of the ice rink when she did notice. Half made him want to shrivel up into his coat from nervousness. But he was here, so he might as well give this talking thing a try.

Getting up, he pulled the hood of his coat back, letting her see the pale purple-haired young man with the glowing electronic eyes for who he was. "Just... admiring your artwork is all." The Android slowly raised himself off the bench and tried to knock off the first meeting jitters as he walked over. "I was going to stay off the ice to save my butt, but maybe you can convince me." How to greet her spiraled through his head, and he settled on offering a hand. "I'm Saul. It's nice to meet you, Fallon. You are making me glad I came. Trying his best to push the happy bubbles down, he braced himself for the rejection as soon as she saw his face. And yet he also tried to silence that voice in his head that said he shouldn't even try it. That he wasn't what this young woman wanted in either a partner or a friend. Because at the end of the day, Saul knew he was worth taking a chance on. All he could do was try to focus on the Life Day Music in an attempt to ground himself as he braced for her reply.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

The attendant behind the skate counter glanced up as she approached, his face bright with the kind of enthusiasm only Zinder seemed capable of inspiring. He offered her several sizes and styles of skates, including a glitter-encrusted pair she politely pretended not to notice.

Nitya selected a simple pair instead — plain white, no additional decor, functional. She thanked him quietly and carried them toward a bench carved directly into the glittering stone wall, half-wreathed by crystalline formations that caught and reflected the soft blue glow of the cavern.

Sitting, she placed her cloak neatly beside her and began to lace the skates with slow, deliberate motions. The noise of the event seemed to soften around her, as though the cavern itself dimmed its roar out of respect for her quiet. Her breath curled faintly in the cold, golden eyes flickering between the lake's shimmering expanse and the bustle of people moving around its edges.

Every so often, a couple skated past hand-in-hand, sending ripples of reflected light across the ice. A pair of children wobbled by, laughing loudly as their skates clicked against each other. A vendor shouted about spiced cocoa. Somewhere behind her, someone squealed with delight — or disbelief — at Zinder's "Romance Enhancing Lenses."

And yet, none of it intruded.

Nitya tied the last knot, smoothing the laces with a small, thoughtful gesture. When she stood, the skates felt strange beneath her feet — not unwelcome, just unfamiliar, like an old memory she hadn't revisited in years.

She stepped toward the ice, her posture steady, her presence serene. The first touch of the blade against the frozen lake sent a quiet thrill up her spine — not excitement, exactly, but something close. A gentle curiosity. A sense of returning to a movement she might once have known.

She pushed forward, gliding into the flow of skaters with a slow, graceful motion. The cavern opened around her, painted in blue and gold and white, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to move. No purpose. No meditation. Just the soft scrape of blades across ice and the glow of the crystals above.

As she circled the lake's edge, the reflection of her golden eyes shimmered faintly beneath her, mirrored by the ice like a second self moving with her.

She didn't look around for company.
But she did not shut herself off from it either.

If someone approached — a stranger, a traveler, a wanderer drawn by the quiet she carried — she would not turn them away.

Tonight was a beginning.
If the Force wished to weave another thread into it, she would listen.

@open

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: CT-312 //:
//: Attire //:

This was a surprise. Quinn didn't think she'd be excited for another Zinder event. Things seem not to be going well for her outside the political scene… well, except for that interaction with the Diarchy. Still, to this day, she couldn't understand what actually set the man off. Shrugging, she decided to focus on the positives for now.

Her heart wasn't in many things nowadays. At times, she felt she was walking through the day's meetings and the tasks like a ghost. A part of her even wondered how she managed to find the effort to swipe on the trooper's profile. A small smile curls at the edge of her red-stained lips as she remembers how funny she thought it was that 312 would put her helmeted face on the app.

Sighing softly, she also found it entertaining that she was able to edge out the rest of the pack of ravaging women pining for the small trooper. The little smirk turned into a smug grin as she laced up the boots of her white skate. From the corner of her eye, she watched the trooper nearby.

Thankfully, 312 let Quinn dress her. It meant that the camouflage armor was left at home, but she allowed her to keep the comfort of her anonymity with the thick scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face.

Quinn knew what the woman looked like, and some thoughts passed through her mind, leaving her cheeks flushed.

Unknown to the Trooper, Quinn snuck in a few pieces of her attire that would match them as a pair, a red hair tie, and her belt. While 312 was always the most observant and perceptive person she knew, this was something that would even get by her.

Leaning back, she called out toward the trooper.

"312," Quinn pointed to her skates as she pouted slightly. "My hands are cold. Can you tie these for me?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Naniti​

Illum unfurled before them, a vast canvas of white. As they walked together across the ice, steps shared, he began to slowly take it all in. He had been here once before, years ago as a padawan under the Galactic Alliance. The memory was still sharp.. the purple kyber crystal, humming in his hands, the same one that’d been bled out on Korriban. That part of Lysander’s past felt so final. And here he was now, the galaxy having somehow twisted its circumstances.

Adjusting the scarf loosely around his neck, he felt the fabric brush against the black cardigan, which was over a thermal tunic. An ethereal cascade of pale blonde strands fell freely from beneath the snug beanie. Gloves kept the hands warm, and black boots felt practical enough for this planet.

Sith in spirit, freer in form..

The lake came into view; it was massive, a scattering of skaters moving across it, filling the air with laughter. There, his gaze caught the little booth, its promise simple.. skates waiting to be borrowed.

It wouldn’t take long to register another shift at the edge of his awareness.. a familiar presence, more than one, in fact. One bound to him by kinship beneath the forest canopy, Corazona von Ascania . And the other.. already moving about the lake they were approaching.. chosen, not born, yet equal all the same, Madrona A’Mia .

The silence stretched until it broke beneath his words. “I confess.. I’m curious about the festival food too. But if I start eating now, we might never make it onto the ice. Priorities, Naniti.”

A smile curved at the edges, an admission that tasting local foods had become their little ritual when traveling. Here, on Ilum, the mystery lingered.. who knew what they might stumble upon.

Lysander recalled the Holonet message he had sent Darth Strosius , presuming he might be nearby as well. Or so he hoped. The thought of being seen by him now was.. uncomfortable, but not entirely unwelcome; the problem could wait, depending how things played out today. With his cousin apprenticed to the Prophet, avoiding such encounters was pretty much possible. Maybe his approach wasn’t always the best.. but the truth was very much clear in his chest.

They called it training, and maybe it was. Hidden beneath that was another truth, a desire to spend time around Naniti, beyond the Covenant’s halls, far from the eyes of other students.. peers, rivals, whatever they may be. And between breaths, he would permit himself one indulgence.. to see her.

A quick peek darted her way. "If you fall, I will point and laugh. Just a little.. and I might also note exactly how your slip could be used against you in future duels. Quite ruthless, aren't I?"

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: OBJECTIVE 2 ICE RINK
Objective: Dance, maybe chat to someone cute
Loadout: here Wearing this
Tags: Saul Whesai

She hadnt expected him to be an android and her eyebrow raised just a little in curiosity as he pulled off the hood, but it didn't matter really, she had no issue with droids and was fairly used to her mother own bodyguard droids. "Save your butt? You're a droid, can't you just..." she made a hand gesture of waves moving into her brain. "Downloading ice skating module." with her biochip she could do very similar things, but she still had to teach her muscles.

The compliments made her blush a little under her thermaluxe makeup. She wouldnt reject him, she might have to make polite excuses if some organic adonis decided to skate along side her, but fifty percent chance any cute guy here was a darksider anyway. "Come on then, I'll show you." she held out a blue gloved hands to lead him on to the ice.

 

[Rio Naran]

//: Riven //:

The sight of the number of people gathering was astonishing. Some came coupled, others came hoping to be coupled, so much hope in just one day. Rio yawned softly as she flicked through her device. It was such a funny little box, she knew she'd never get used to how attached people were to them… to the point they relied on them to find partners.

She shouldn't make fun of the concept too much; she was also using the device to do the same. The Sangnir frowned, remembering the infuriating words of the child. Being told she hadn't had any action in some time was annoying. True, but annoying. So this device would make things easier; maybe this Riven would prove more interesting than what she's had to deal with.

Lifting her attention from the device, she scanned the area. Rio knew her height gave her an advantage, but she wasn't sure what this Riven looked like beyond the photo. To be honest, the only thing that caught the woman's attention was the pointed ears.

To meet another of her kind after all these years was rare, and here she was meeting a second one in a matter of weeks(?). Time was an odd little construct. Rio cared not for it.

"My goodness, where could she be…?" Rio questioned herself, now somewhat wondering if she was going to be stood up. Unfortunately for this Riven girl, Rio was a good tracker and would sniff her out, find her, and make her regret standing her up.

Though that would only feed into that annoying little brat's comments about her. Rio hated, but also was proud, how her silly little words wormed their way so fiercely under Rio's skin. Cursing under her breath in a language long dead to the galaxy, she pushed herself off from the food stand's wall and began to wander, looking for the little ashen-haired elf.

"She can't be that hard to find, right?"

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Forests - Ilum
Attire: Winter Outfit
Notable Equipment and Effects: Storm Kiss │ Dermal Hydration Underlay │ Seer Stones
Thread Objective: Are you my mistletoe or mistle-foe!
Tag: Madalena deWinter

Ilum was certainly a choice of venue for what was ostensibly a dating event. Nevertheless, it presented an opportunity for Ellissanthia. Given Ilum’s natural crystal deposits, the Undine hoped to knock out two porgs with one stone. The first was the date itself. The second would be an excursion into one of the region’s many crystal caves that was rumored to be located deeper inside the forest, with the aim of collecting a few kyber crystals.

An adventure, with a potential for romance!

She had just finished texting her date, before sending her the location of the rendezvous point at the edge of the forest, located just outside of the festival stall area. She pulled up Madalena’s Zinder profile then, once more finding herself momentarily awestruck. Her profile was curious, to say the least. Her date had a twin. And her profile picture neatly displayed her pulchritudinous features, which were marred with burns that somewhat resembled lichtenberg scars.

That fact alone, with the implicit possibility that the woman was a fellow Dark Sider if her scars were anything to go by, had been enough justification for Ellissanthia to swipe right with no small amount of enthusiasm!

Thus, with an anxious breath, Ellissanthia closed the app and stowed her device before placing a hand on the hilt of the lightsaber resting on her hip. She had come ready for a fight of course, since her dates profile had listed that as a possibility.

If that was to be the case, she could only hope that her dueling skills would prove up to snuff, and perhaps even impress!

 

[Riven]

Tags - Rio Naran

The short Eldorai was out of her element once again. Who had convinced her to sign up to that app? No doubt it was her benefactor just trying to get her to be a little more social... Make some friends maybe. Riven hadn't really expected anyone to take an interest in her but to her surprise a small few had, and so she had the difficult choice of picking between them.

She'd settled on one in particular; Rio. She didn't know much about the woman other than what her profile had stated, and honestly Riven didn't know if they'd even get along but... Surely the Sangnir must've seen something in her that she liked? Regardless; she was here now.

Ilum was cold and she'd come dressed in suitable clothes to combat the chilly air, namely a thick and hooded navy blue cardigan along with a wool scarf and warm fur-lined boots. She was as toasty and comfortable as she could be in the snowy climate as she made her way through the nearby stalls, her crimson gaze glancing around for her would-be date.

It of course wouldn't take her long as she saw someone towering above most of the crowd, someone that looked exactly like the woman on the app. Her height hadn't been mentioned at all... But Riven did put down that she liked taller women.

Unlike Rio the shorter Eldorai was much harder to spot in the crowd because of her own relatively diminutive height, especially for her kind, and so she'd soon appear through the gathering and before the Sangnir. Almost immediately did Riven have to tilt her head back to gaze up at the other woman. What was she? Six foot three? Four? Five? Riven blinked in surprise before finally introduced herself; "... Hey. You're uh... Rio, right...?" she asked as her gaze shifted away, as ever she was unable to hold eye contact for very long, especially with someone so much taller than her.

In appropriately socially awkward fashion Riven extended a gloved hand forward to greet the Sangnir formally, despite the fact they'd met on a dating app like Zinder. "I'm uh, Riven... Nice to meet you... I guess..." she spoke once more in her gentle tone. Already she could feel the anxiety getting to her.

 

[Saul Whesai]

The Cyborg probably should have expected that reaction from someone who didn't know what he was, but it was hard to keep his face from falling at her assumptions. Being labeled a droid meant she expected him to be controllable, that he was just something to be toyed with. Well, he would need to set that straight if they wanted to keep going.

"I'm... not a droid, Miss... You can say I'm a mix breed." Pulling the sleeve of his coat back, he gave his bare arm a hard pinch, letting the young woman see the grimace on his face. "I see and feel just like you do. And I can't just... download things into my brain. It doesn't work like that with me." Whatever prior experience she had, it had certainly led her wrong.

When she held her hand out and asked him out, he put up a ghost of a smile. He could do worse than be a cute pink bubblegum girl's arm candy for an hour. Holding up a finger for just a minute when the woman put out her hand, he asked. "Just give me a minute to get some skates on." And with that, he quickly walked to the skateshop, hoping he could find a pair in his size.

About ten minutes after renting a pair of skates and lacing them up, Fallon would see her robotboy slowly crawling along the walls of the rink, gripping them for dear life. If she listened closely, she would hear the gyros in his legs screaming as they worked overtime to keep him upright, another reason he hadn't wanted to come onto the ice. His replacements were made for stable ground, not to be the next "Miracle on Ice." Still, the Cyborg was slowly making his way over to where the Bubblegum Princess stood, deadgripping to the walls like they were the edge of a cliff with a ten-thousand-foot drop below. "I... probably should have gotten one of the kids' stands for my first time doing this..." It was clear that Saul was out of his element, and if she reached out of the force to help him stand straight, she would sense how unnatural he really was.

Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: OBJECTIVE 2 ICE RINK
Objective: Dance, maybe chat to someone cute
Loadout: here Wearing this
Tags: Saul Whesai

Fallon laughed, "Oh Ashla, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, oh dear. No, its fine." she blushed and blew out the embarrassment while she waited for him to return before grabbing his hand hoping it would quickly be forgotten. Cybernetic were so ubiquitous that someone once told her you werent a proper jedi until you had a robotic hand. Hers were both real thankfully, although her mother had several articial organs courtesy of Darth Carnifex and her other mother had apparently been a robot for a little while, so there was that.

"So this is like, literally your first time ice skating? I'm honoured." she laughed, taking his weight into her arms. Her sleeves were padded but if he had the same tactile sense as a human he would be able to tell that her outfit held a strong woman, one that would have no bearing the load if he needed help.

As they moved on she asked. "So why the skating then if you've never done it before, or was that the reason why?"

 

[Varin Mortifer]

OBJ: Are you my Mistletoe or Mistle-foe?

Location: Forest of Illum

Wearing: Black and maroon travel clothes under a black denim coat
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Stepping into the cold forest his boots melted into the snow causing him to sink slightly as they hissed beneath him. Steam rose off his body as the cold climate touched his body. This made it a tad difficult for walking but his towering size made up for it for the most part. His walking gate was definitely slightly slowed. A frustrated grunt came out of him as he leaned onto a tree.

“Why are we here?”

He spoke softly out loud.

Isn't this what mortals do for fun? You are all very sociable creatures.

Varin didn’t respond as he continued through the forest following the lit pathway to the sounds of jovial laughter and conversation.

It’s almost like home isn't it? In the garden?

Varin chuckled.

“Yeah, just a little bit I suppose. Missing the massive oak tree though.”

Ignati let out a soft huff in Varin’s head.

Boy, you have to get out more. See new people, this being stuck in the Ashlan temple or on Desevro rhythm that you are in, is taking its toll. Perhaps some relaxation is in order.

Varin stopped mid-stride as he listened.

“I guess sleep has been a bit harder lately. We usually just have fun at parties when under orders to go to said parties. Perhaps we can enjoy ourselves. But Ignati, you’re forgetting one thing.”

What?

“I don’t know how to talk to girls!”

Varin’s voice carried a little further than he meant it to, as it echoed off the trees and expanse of forest.

Tags: OPEN​

 

[Saul Whesai]

Saul gave off the "We both know you did" face with his eyebrow raise attached as she tried to shrug her actions off, but he let it go. The Cyborg probably wouldn't have known whether he was a cyborg or some other kind of droid. He couldn't hold her against her too much, just enough to bring it up now and again in the future meeting to embarress her. "Wouldn't be the first time someone looked at me and decided I was something that I wasn't. The last person I tried to ask out at one of these things was a Jedi. She basically looked at me like I was a monster. You think out of anybody she would have been willing to give someone a chance." Hopefully this day would end alot better than that one.

Taking her hand, the pink haired young woman would feel that something was off about him. Not "He is defiently a Sith trying to seduce you to the Dark Side" off but still very off, like he was an anomoly that shouldn't exist. But here he was, slowly gaining his ice legs as he gripped her hand in a death grip, hoping not to embarress himself by falling on his first run out. "I don't know that you should be. Your being the only thing keeping me from falling forward on my face right now." How she was doing so, he had no idea. The Android knew he weighed below average but still... This woman had some muscle to her. There was acouple options to how she could lift him up. It was either a force trick, she was a farm girl which he ruled out with those french tips and uncalsed hands. Or... she was some kind of solider but her mannerisms weren't actually soliderly... Guess he would need more clues to solve the case of the mysterious Fallon.

Eventually, Saul had gotten used to the sensation of working his legs and arms together that he could skate without her help. He could only keep up with her if she coasted by him and his sense of turning left much to be desired but he was managing to put long. Breathing heavily as he tried to keep the everything connected to his body working in good order, he managed to get out an answer to her last question. "I... didn't have Ice Rinks... where I grew up... And didn't have time to visit one till now." It was an half truth. Maybe there was a ice rink on Bastion but he hadn't made the time between his bodyguarding, training and flights of fancy to find out for himself. If this experience was anything to go by, it was a torture dunegon mascurading building of fun.

Even at his current pedistrain speed, Saul couldn't keep up with Miss Bubblegum for long and eventually, he could only hold onto the sideboard to collect his streanth, his muscles feeling like they were on fire. He had been through hard workouts before but this... this was on another level. Forcing air in his lungs, he got enough inside his lungs to ask one question of his own. "Are you a profession figureskater, is that how you are so good at this...?" Her muscles would make sense then, you weren't an athlete if you didn't have a good core. It was a good as guess as any.

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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE III: LET'S GO TO THE STALLS!
ILUM

Ronhar breathed a silent sigh of relief as Prystill Oasay made her way over to him. At the very least, she had liked what she had seen enough to not immediately ditch him, so things were already off to a pretty good start in Ronhar's book. He would have to get his Merzoidian contacts a thank you present the next time he saw them, as he was sure he'd need their help again in the future.

For her part, Prystill Oasay had elected to wear a long winter dress, which Ronhar personally thought was a rather good choice. As he had been waiting for his date to arrive, he had spotted some of the other couples who were walking in, and some of the outfits and attire that they had chosen to wear did not seem entirely appropriate for countering the type of climate that Ilum was know for. Ronhar had heard the saying "style over substance" before, but he still thought it unwise not to least prepare somewhat for the weather that they would be encountering for the event.

Clearly though, Prystill had put some serious thought into it, and from a practical standpoint Ronhar believed her outfit to offer a good balance between appearance and looks. Plus, it didn't hurt that Prystill looked absolutely lovely, and Ronhar was starting to get even more nervous than he had been before.

"I have seen the name Mahporeem on many of my documents. It is good to finally meet someone from there. You look quite dashing, Captain. I am looking forward to the evening. Where are we going to start?"

"Please, call me Ronhar", Ronhar stated as he tried to keep things casual. As much as he appreciated the stability that the Imperial Confederation, its bureaucracy could be a tad bit stifling at times, and since Prystill was not a military person herself, Ronhar didn't really see a need for her to address him with his title. Plus, depending on how things went tonight, Ronhar didn't want any sort of "awkward moments" between the two. If they weren't on a first name basis by the end of the night, then Ronhar clearly would have had to have done something seriously wrong.

"Might I say you look absolutely ravishing tonight?", Ronhar stated, and he meant every word of what he said. How he had managed to land someone so pretty was still a mystery, but Ronhar wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. "As I understand it, there's a sort of festival marketplace nearby, I thought we could check out it and do a little shopping. Maybe get something to eat while we're at it, perhaps? Afterwards, I was thinking we could take a scenic walk throughout the nearby forest."

Hopefully Ronhar's wasn't laying anything on to thick. After all, regardless of what happened between the two of them, Ronhar did want to make sure that both he and his date enjoyed themselves tonight. Such moments of respite were exceedingly rare for someone like Ronhar, who was constantly fighting for his life on distance planets under the banner of the Imperial Confederation. True, such work was immensely important for the future of the galaxy, but it also meant that Ronhar's personal work-life balance was often nonexistent.

Perhaps this would change things. Ronhar really hoped so. Love wasn't something that most people in his line of work got to experience, after all.

"Shall we?", Ronhar asked as he extended his right arm out for Prystill to grab a hold of. It was time to get things going, and their first stop would be the winter marketplace. Normally, Ronhar might have been concerned that his cybernetic limbs would be to cold for Prystill to hold onto, but luckily he was wearing long sleeves so he didn't think it'd be a problem. He had actually considered asking for Synthflesh to cover his cybernetics with, but at the end of the day he wanted to present the "real" him, and ultimately decided against it.

Now, he was going to see if that had been the right decision to make...

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[Corazona von Ascania]

"They've seen terror enough for children so young."

What could be worse for a child than to watch their home, their creed, their family burn around them? The Sith were growing bolder, skulking out from behind their blackwall to seek revelry on a Jedi holy world. The galaxy truly was changing.

Then, for a long time, Cora said nothing.

She watched. Watched the stones hover before dropping into place at either side of the fire, watched the way cruel amusement drained from Nefaron's tone as it shifted into something quieter, watched the way no heat curled into the air from his lipless mouth.

Nefaron was akin a black hole churning in the Force, suffusing everything around him with endless gloom. And yet, for a flicker of a moment that could've been something else entirely, that black hole stilled in silent agitation.

Like an errant eyelash irritating the membrane of your eye.

Cora didn't move to sit. Her focus remained on Nefaron even as her lips pulled into a thin line at his mention of her father's death.

At her hands. One of which dropped instinctively to cradle her stomach. Clear, cold air pulled in sharply through her nose.

"Relief and happiness are not the same thing," she murmured in a slow exhale. "What I did wasn't for me. Ukatis didn't deserve to find itself crushed further beneath the yoke of yet another corrupt king. Much less one puppeted by a Sith Lord.”

She supposed, on that day, she'd been more Ukatian than Jedi. Harsh and pragmatic. It begged the question: where did the Jedi's duty to protect the galaxy end, and where did their duty to the Light begin?

Through what lengths would she go to protect her child?

"Those familial bonds you scorn as weakness have a strength of their own."

News of Fiviune had reached her. Nefaron and his conspirators had raided Marr holdings, stirring ire of half the Order. Would it be enough to fracture yet another galactic power, or would the Sith manage to remain as whole as they'd ever been?

Cora's eyes dropped to the fire, watching the flames snap and crackle as they licked into the frigid air.

"If you didn’t come here to incite nightmares in the children, then why?”

Darth Nefaron