Coruscant
Little Green Coruscanti
Faraway Lounge
Muse
Reservations for Mr Alaven and Mr Talain. @Nommie
Coruscant was a busy place, it's not where most people might think of first when wanting quiet or not to be seen. The truth was nobody saw any individual on Coruscant. All they saw were thousands and thousands of people a day, a mass of bodies, noise, lights. The mid-levels were naturally darker unless someone paid out for good lighting. Like in one place, on Level 1892, Block 731, Subsection 245, also known as Little Green Coruscanti to the locals, for the attempt at putting in small pockets of short bushes by the central walkways. The entrances to this area were not locked but also not easy to find, they were branched off other sidestreets, into what seemed like deadends with a door. Along Little Green Coruscanti’s many sidewalkways, were an array of small eateries, with many private rooms that could be booked. Once you made it here, the architecture wasn’t too hard to navigate. These small restaurants and locations were not advertising themselves to the world, if you knew where they were you knew, and if you didn’t you weren’t supposed to anyway. It gave it the feel of somewhere the locals would come to get away from crowds, or by invitation, but not just anyone would find it or get a table without a booking.
Cuvran’s father's corporation had an office on Coruscant, and when Cuvran asked where he could come when on Coruscant to feel like he was alone, someone told him about this place, ever since then he’s been hooked. It's been his silent retreat here.
A bright door led inside the Faraway Lounge. “Please hold the handrails. Please hold the handrails.” The message repeated a few times. The doorway seemed to slowly rotate and point in a particular direction on entry. Inside, clean cream-white furniture and an almost warm ambiance greeted the guests, with a smartly dressed lady at the door. She had subdued attire, only briefly indulging the coreward fashion trends in its highlights or eccentricities. Nobody else but a single droid was present. “Good Afternoon Mr Talain, room seven is ready, and Mr Alaven is waiting for you.” She said to Kenjack upon his arrival, “can I get you any refreshments for your meeting?” She offered him a small drinks menu, with a stocked bar behind her for the meeting guests, seemingly her duties were just to this one room.
The halls were much like the building, more reminiscent of a clean sandstone beach resort rather than a crowded city. The air was fresh, with no noise, all meetings were private, and all halls led to only one room, so no catching sight of anyone you were not supposed to. The front door seemingly had rotated to an entirely private area, a clever trick! It was a short distance to Room 7, one more white door but no railings this time, and it opened when touched.
Inside was a cream-colored table, warm lighting, and a holoscreen of a calming synthetic sky view. Mr Alaven was thankfully who Kenjack was hopefully expecting, a young eager Cuvran Kitras, who stood as soon as Kenjack arrived. Cuvran's attire was somewhere between smart and corporate or aristocratic. The clothing looked like expensive material and the dark blue jacket had a touch of Kiffar personalization, along with some prominent cultural necklaces he wore. Eye contacts today gave him steely blue eyes and a friendly smile as he extended his hand. “Pleasure to meet you Senator Finnall, I am Senator Kitras,” keeping things formal to start with, to see what the man preferred being called. “Glad you could make it, I hope it wasn’t too hard to find.” That last comment broke into a small subtle smile, it had been difficult for him to find the first time too.
Along with the table, and comfortable silver chairs, there was a small port behind them with a screen to order freshments or food, and receive it without interference. A sofa, menus, a temperature controller, holonet connection, a hologenerator for meetings, a device to breathe in non-native gasses for species that needed it, though possibly there were rooms here just for that. It had what you needed and it cost what a senator or CEO might afford to spend. There was no sound leakage at all, it was as private as you could make it, without it being at home.
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