Open Naboo Let's Have a Ball

[Lazarus Dantes]

Spoiler: Open

Open to anyone. This is just a social event, an opportunity to build relationships. PvP disabled

Spoiler: Music

Everything was ready. The invitations had been sent out well in advance. The food and drinks were prepared. The band had tuned up. It was time. The large grandfather clock in the foyer had just struck 5:00pm and the guest were starting to arrive.

After escaping from prison Lazarus had fled here, to the planet of Naboo, where he came into some wealth left to him by his master, who unfortunately died before the two were able to spring themselves from the prison station. Now it was time for him to share his opulence with the galaxy. He thought the best way to do this was to have a ball. There would be eating, and drinking, and dancing, and mingling. Everyone in the galaxy had been invited: Sith, Jedi, Politicians, the Five Syndicates, Mandolorians. You name them they were invited.

This wasn’t just any old ball, though. This was a masquerade ball. Everyone would be in disguise. Lazarus himself was wearing an outfit reminiscent of a matador with a simple mask to distort his face.

As the guests came into the house they would enter the foyer and see a large stair case in the center that branched off half way up and led to either the east or west wings of the house. Each wing was filled with many rooms. To the right, upon entering the house, was a large ballroom where the dancing took place. The walls were lines with chairs for those that needed to rest their feet, and there was a live band in the corner. To the left, upon entering the house, was a large dining area with tables lining the room where the food and drinks were prepared for the guests. There was of course seating in this area as well for the guests. There was also a full staff tonight ready to attend to any need that the guests may have

Lazarus stood on a balcony on the top floor of his home watching his guests arrive.

 

[Mazeryl Xiron]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

Even if this ball prohibited blasters and lightsabers, Maze had her doubts as to how peaceful it would remain if a Jedi and Sith crossed paths, or a Pyke and a Hutt looked each other the wrong way, or an FWA politician got too drunk and exchanged profanity with an ISC politician. Or someone steps on my dress and I punch their lights out. Though, this was neutral territory, so her doubts had just as much reversed.

Mazeryl Xiron, Governor of Karazak, member of the Independent Systems Consortium, that was her name and her status, though the masquerade would introduce her into the ballroom as just another masked figure with no name to show for it. Finally. I can float in a crowded room without needing to spread my wings and slap people with them when they get too close.

Her aides, Kerrin and Errin, had spent day and night procuring the finest dress and mask for their governor. Kerrin had sought to purchase one from Karazak itself, then worlds beyond, stretching toward the most esteemed designers. Errin had insisted on making it by hand, using her own two no less.

In the end, their governor had no idea where the dress and the mask had come from, but she wore both. They did not seem to be too pretentious, rather appropriately elegant for the occasion but not above and beyond. My outfit will do, Maze reassured herself as she moved about in some sorry attempt at mingling. So will this room.

People danced, here and there and come hither and thither, while Maze negotiated her way toward the edge of the room and wondered why she had not gone left instead of right. I bet the dining room has braised beef and brandy… But the music…the music… Maybe it was the only reason she stayed in the ballroom. For now, at least.


@logn2665

 

[Rafe]

Rafe had arrived on time, it was a masquerade ball, one of the more posh affairs Rafe actually had an interest in, no one would know it by his stature, what with standing just over three meters tall, but Rafe enjoyed dancing, hours of holo vids had been Rafe's teacher in over a dozen forms of dance, his Lupen appearance often causing bewilderment in one once the topic surfaced.

Unfortunately for Rafe there were very few formal outfits for his size and shape, but he had thrown together a simple suit for the occasion and along side a red flared wolf shaped mask, being the only one he could find on short notice that fit his snout and face..

The invite had stressed the armistice of this night, but Rafe was not likely to trust such a statement, his identity was fully concealed, but his shape and size could open the door for any sort of violence, though Rafe could hardly be considered unarmed even when he wasn't carrying a weapon due to this massive claws and teeth.. none the less he had taken the chance and come unarmed, his crew along with all of his weapons remained on his ship.

The Nelvaanian made his way through the entrance, the soft and inviting ball music playing to his right, though the staff had instructed him that dinner would be served to the left, so that is where he turned his initial attention. Rafe had come without a date, though he was determined to find a dance partner before the end of the night, and refused to leave without enjoying his most darkest of guilty pleasures, the Waltz..

Making his way up the ornate staircase he spotted a man staring down upon the arriving guest, most likely the host, Rafe nodded his head toward him and afforded him a grateful wave. He would need to make a point later to address the host. Until then however, Rafe made his way into the dining hall, finery everywhere and the already dozens of guests side barring enjoying the festivities. Rafe enjoyed this style of life, but knew this could not be his every day, he just wasn't built for it.

A large chunk of meat was being shaved by the staff, and Rafe made sure to get his share of it, while politely indulging in the other fine food that had been graciously provided for the night.

 

[Rafe]

After delicately finishing his portion of the food provided, Rafe cleaned his maw with a provided towel, and disposed of his utensils before making his way to the dance hall. Once more passing by the main hall where guests were still arriving, the Host @Lazarus Dantes who seemed to have not moved at all, Rafe could tell the man was breathing, even as he remained stoic and statuesque.

As Rafe entered the hall all manner of species were present, the majority of which were short.. probably two meters or less.. this was unfortunate for Rafe as he liked his women tall, as he was.. then an elegant feminine frame caught his eye.. her slender body wrapped in a posh dress below a long neck and the almond shaped head of a Kamino. She seems like a dog person.. Rafe whispered to himself as he made his way over to her.

She was seeming to have a difficult time attracting suitors, her stature the very same thing that drew Rafe to her was likely the same thing keeping most of the mundane human-like races away. She spotted him as he was closing in on her, and without a word he offered her his right hand, as she took it Rafe spun her into a twirl, and placed his left claw softly on her lower back he began to dance with her.

She was light on her feet, but Rafe could tell her lack of experience as he swayed her about and he compensated for her, helping her to spin correctly, and sway in the right movements, at one point lifting her into the air slightly as he guided her through an airborn twirl and dipped her dramatically following it..

Her light slender frame made her the perfect partner for Rafe as he could effortlessly lift her into the air, the pair becoming the talking point in at least a couple of sidebar conversations, but Rafe didn't care, he had come here for his own entertainment, not for any of theirs.

And as Rafe's own black eyes periodically met the Kamino woman's white pupils surrounded by her black eyes the two were electrified, the thrill of the dance sending waves of endorphins through their bodies.

The pair danced for several minutes, Rafe's experience and the Kamino woman's natural grace lighting them up on the floor, as many others simply stopped their own awkward shuffles to watch them instead.

When the music paused for a moment to signify the end of one song the pair finally stopped in a flashy dip.

 

[Mazeryl Xiron]

Spoiler: Music IC

Maze was quite and truly in her element as much as out of it. What that meant was rather so: The woman enjoyed the finer arts of life, the fine dining and the fine music, the dance, the song, but just as much had little idea how to actually engage in it without seeming like an alien.

Whatever the species, there was a woman in a maroon dress, and she struck beauty like no other. There was yet a male figure in a black dress suit and a wolf-shaped mask. O indeed. Put me in the man’s arms. I’d twirl into the wall, blink myself dizzy, ask for more champagne.

Maze did not, however, ask for more champagne but merely plucked a glass of it from the nearest tray as a waiter strolled by. It was not her first. The song, though, was the second she had heard upon arriving, and she just then took note.

Was it music or drink that had settled her so, settled her soul? She might never know. Mazeryl Xiron downed that champagne, saw no tray, gave the glass to some overly dressed blonde in a golden gown sparkling, ignored the confused looked and paced toward the center of the ballroom floor.

She approached the tall strong figure in a black dress suit and a wolf’s mask to match, offered her hand. “Dance with me.” Maze said nothing else. She would let him lead.


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

The Kaminoan woman simply bid Rafe a curtsy, and a nod before walking away. Rafe returned a pleasant nod at her, followed with a slight bow. He'd likely never see again, the next woman, a human, or something like a human that was almost exactly half Rafe's height, and probably a quarter of his weight had walked up and offered her hand, a slight demand to dance with her following the presentation of said hand. This would be interesting, Rafe standing at over ten feet tall, and this girl just barely breaking the five foot line. Nonetheless, Rafe obliged, and took her hand in his, as he stepped away, both their hands outstretched before starting their dance.

Rafe then twirled the small woman, his hand above her head as she spun round, the bottom tips of her dress softly flaring up as she did so.

He then lifted her into the air, a similar airborn twirl ensued as he guided her through the movements, she'd likely never been lifted so high in her life, Rafe battle hardened, and viciously sharp claws were soft on her frame as tenderly sent the woman through the air, careful to safely bring her back to the ground below.

He then placed one arm behind her back, his palm against her, to keep from tearing her dress, though for a brief second he wondered if they would be so bad.. with one hand interlocked he paraded her around in circles as they danced, the crowed around them staring at the pair in amazement, an unlikely match almost as a parent dancing with their small child. Rafe then elegantly dipped the woman, crouching down quite a ways to accomplish the task.

Rafe then increased his pace, still in line with tempo of the music, but a faster step, he spun the woman several times until her back was to him and then lifted her high into the air and spun himself with her held above his head.

Rafe's stature, and especially his background, not that anyone here knew of it, would never have alluded to his ability in this sort of activity, but the amazed looks of of the women, and the jealous stares of the men in the room fed Rafe's ego, better than the food in the other room had fed his stomach, and that was saying something as their host had definitely not spared any expenses in providing for this occasion.

@Die Shize

 

[Mazeryl Xiron]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

He had not refused. He might have. Why shouldn’t he? They were so far apart in terms of stature, perhaps even status, certainly in hair count.

No denying it, a part of Mazeryl Xiron wanted this masked figure to turn her down, send her on her way, let her go flank the walls of the ballroom hall sipping on champagne. I’d have it no other way.

Her thought interrupted, like a kiss upon the cheek from a pair of lips a mile apart, a mile away, and whatever that meant was lost to the champagne.

Lost to time. Oh! He twirled her around just then. Oh my. Wow. Hello. The bottom tips of her dress flared up as he did so.

Hands found her waist, just above the hips, careful and delicate, but not too cautious. Good. She had just enough time and room to think as her feet drifted from the floor and her whole body departed the ground. Good bye, gravity.

Such power, such might, gripping her firmly and steadily, gently so as not to tear through flesh and bone with those viciously sharp claws. The Karazakan would have had it no other way.

She was twirled, she was spun, she was bent, she was dipped, she was held by strength and she beheld his tall form. She was wrapped up in the dance, in the song, the violin singing against strings in the way that no voice ever could grasp.

Maybe eyes were on her, on him; maybe the audience was watching, and few others dancing before such a grand dance; and maybe, just maybe, Maze caught them all with the corner of her eye, but both of hers were into his.

Mask and masquerade, that was the point to the orbit of this ball, and at first one woman was not sold. As she was carried in the wind made by hand, set loose and set free from all the pointless carousels of politics and then some, well, Maze was a bird in the hands of a giant, and she would have it no other way.


@Mad Dog