Open Marry Me Or Go Back To Jail

[Jade Hart]

About 10 years ago on Nar Shaddaa a group of visiting businessmen had been engulfed and ingested by a floating cloud of acidic dust. A huge shitstorm ensued; people were scared; the Hutts certainly couldn’t network with a half-melted clientele; a college club of do-gooder younglings even made a documentary (Nar Shaddaa, A Toxic Shadow). This had spooked the Hutts into almost a come-to-god moment, and in their slobbering haste to clean up the pollution they had built a giant globular plastic bubble around a 5-star hotel: clean air, artificial sunlight, and an exquisite botanical garden awaited the guests inside (the protesters recycled into plastic for the bubble.) Business took off, the hotel boomed, and for a while all was well…

…until the wedding of Bilago Tentacelli and Jade Hart.

~

The Prelude to the Wedding​

Wedding guests of the hotel Majestic would be ushered to its ballroom doors, where ten big Gamorreans checked invitations. Upon entering they’d immediately see a projector shining a planetarium against the ceiling (constellations, tailed meteors, ringed planets), while paper lanterns cast red and gold glowing blobs from each table’s center. Velvet chairs tucked under white-clothed tables held napkin-wrapped frosted glasses full of sparkling wines. Soup spoons, steak knives, and soul-reflecting plates completed the fine dining set. The guests could sit at their nametags, served appetizers of swampy Paddy Frog soup and biscuits spelling L O V E.

Lining the walls was a plantasmagoria of stringy stems, moss-peeled bark, magenta blossoms, bird nests with hummingbirds abuzz. These gardens’ roots grew from underneath the carpet out of a mulchy black terra preta soil imported from some jungle world. The vines grasping skyward like fingers of a palm, releasing a lemongrass disinfectant in the humid air; better than flesh-eating clouds.

The room filled; some invitees bum-rushing the cocktail lounge in back; others humming along to the Bith band camped near a tall tree. On stage were bushes, microphones, the bride and groom. The groom, Bilago Tentacelli (Nautolan, blue suit, brass knuckles, braided head tentacles), open-mouth smiling. The bride, Jade Hart, (human, pink face, necktie scarf, wedding gown like upside down white hydrangea), frown-smiling.

Jade’s groom crept up and shook her shoulders.
“Look! Over there’s Dreja Aronio. You burglarized his home before mine.”
Jade blew air through her nose. “Pity I didn’t take more.”
“I could have left you in that jail cell–” the groom growled– “you want that?”
Jade admired a flower petal on the floor. Bilago stepped on it.
“You owe me a force trick today.”
Jade flinched. Bilago’s skin was gray-green, a fanged slushy. “Just don’t forget–” he gripped the Jedi exile’s smooth, white throat, then whispered in her ear– “our deal.”

The 16-year-old Jade shuddered. She thought of drowning her fiancé in the pond at the room’s center; feeding him to tadpole Nautolans, all tail and tentacle gliding thru primordial goo. But Jade was powerless– stripped from the force for saving the Wookiees. Desperately, she sought a friendly face in the crowd of aliens, or would none receive her in the desolation of her exile?

(OOC: Anyone welcome to walk in. Feel free to bring a wedding gift.)

 

[Silex Tan]

Silex walked into the reception hall. She nearly broke her neck craning it to look at the strangely beautiful decorations. She may not be able to use the Force anymore but even she could feel the slight tension in the room that could not be dispelled by the high, tinkling laughter of the people in attendance.

She was wearing a dark blue wrap dress and her dark hair hung around her shoulders in waves, offsetting her pale skin. She was looking around for Jade when she saw her. Jade was standing up on a podium, a nasty looking Nautolan man standing too close to her. Silex knew that long in Jade's eyes; she looked ready to murder her groom.

Silex made her way up to the podium and put on a smile for the Nautolan's sake. "Jade! How good to see you! You look beautiful!" she exclaimed. She linked her arm through Jade's and gave her groom an apologetic smile. "Mind if I steal your bride for a minute? We have so much to catch up on!" she continued, not waiting for an answer before pulling Jade away and into an alcove with overhanging vegetation.

"What's going on?" she asked in a whisper, the fake smile dropped.

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[Jade Hart]

Jade followed, balancing forward one step at a time in crimson high heels, lifting up the fringes of her white hydrangea skirt. Her brown hair was crown braided in loops, looking more like an abandoned bird’s nest frozen into place by hairspray. After listening to Silex she put her hand up.

“I have to do this. It’s marriage or prison–” Jade sighed and looked at a cold biscuit on the floor– “I was hungry so I stole something and got arrested. In jail I used my one call on the Jedi Academy. It just kept ringing and ringing, long distance.” Jade sniffed. “But Mr. Tentacelli got me out. He says as a force user I can help him.”

The room was filling up. Guests were talking at their tables. Everyone was smiling, asking about the latest Hutt ball game. Her fiancé, Bilago, was peering over at them. He was pointing at some Gamorreans in their direction. Jade looked Silex straight in the eyes, gripping her shoulders with both hands.

“Look, you gotta get me out of here. I’m going to be married to a giant fishman. Master please! You must know a Jedi mind trick or martial arts. I know you were stripped of the force; I was too. Still, where is your blaster? Where is your lightsaber? Damnit, when I asked for you I thought you were bringing the cavalry, not another bridesmaid. Not the B-team. Where is your backup? Where is my cavalry!”

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[Silex Tan]

Seeing Jade like this tugged on a part of Silex that another padawan had loosened just recently. "How could you help him? Both of us no longer can use the Force. Does he know that?" she said. She glanced back up at the Nautolan. They didn't have much time before Jade would be dragged back into the wedding reception. Silex thought fast.

"I can't use the Force, but I can try to get you out of here," she replied. She could not let Jade down; they had been through too much together. "I don't have any backup, but-" Silex paused for a second as she bent over. She yanked free a tiny pistol from a holster on her upper thigh and shoved it into Jade's hands. "Shove this down your dress or something, I've got another one and a dagger under mine. Look for an opening; we can talk after dinner when I have a plan," she whispered, her mind already picking up speed. "We can't do anything more now,"

And with a smile she straightened up and linked her arm through Jade's once more, turning and walking back towards the Nautolan. They met some Gamorreans in the middle. "Looking sharp," she said to them as she walked past them.

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[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music IC

About ten years ago in Nan’s Shack, a group of Nagai had been engulfed in flames. Lemon had not set the fire, that had been her friend, but she had wished it had been her.

Nan had been a Nautolan, no more or less naughty than the next grandmother, certainly not deserving of execution by pirates, and while this wedding’s groom was neither Nagai nor Nan he was Nautolan and his suit was as blue as Nan’s dress. Memories. Like bugs creeping up your toes and into your eyes.

Beside him, the bride, Jade Hart, skin like a pink Leh’Min’Ayd, posted up with a bosom of crown-wife authority. From bride to wife, as it were; from this ring to that ring, a whole circle of bondage if ever there was one. Yuck. “-Sqwoof!-”

Lemon spat out whatever sour-salt slime was this appetizer. It landed on the back of someone’s neck. He turned with a grimace. She jabbed a finger at a neighborly Bothan and promptly excused herself with a mouthful of crackers as angry looks were exchanged.

“Excuse me!” Pleaded a swerving server, his suit as white as his mistress’ wedding gown. He expertly balanced a tray of champagne glasses that won him some batting eyelashes.

“No problem, sir! I’ll just take one of these!” Lem took one of those and ambled along. Sippy-sippy. Honestly, were it not for a forged ID card she would somehow be under the drinking age instead of over it. Wait, what is the drinking age? So asked the universe.

There she stood, a Togruta Jedi Padawan person, garbed in a gown of queen-power purple, topped by a bamboo hat that might just have have a razor blade for a smile. The attire wasn't anything fancy but each piece was tethered to the other.

Like the rings of planets so high yet so low, she thought of the planetarium above but not quite beyond. Outer space was quaint if out of place amid the garden. Why ruin a bright jungle with a dark mountain?

Lem’s gaze traveled from the stars back to the moon and landed on the bride of her finest hour; walking arm in arm with some woman.

“Ladies,” Lem tilted her head in what form of bowing she could muster amid a sip of champagne. Jade there was but the other was yet to be named.

“Leh’Min’Ayd,” she didn’t wait, extending right-hand courtesy in place of curtsy. She looked left, looked right, squinted her eyes into Jade’s. Weddings are bound for heartbeats but why is yours racing? “...Everything okay?”

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[Quin Leonkri]

Weddings? Quin had been to countless of those. Some of them were sweet, though in the upper crusts of Naboo, the reality was that most were political alliances. On more than a few occasions, he’d caught either the bride or the groom lamenting about their would-be partner to their parents, promptly being shut down on that matter. Being pressured into taking a bride he didn’t want was one of the many reasons why Quin had decided to take the path of the Jedi anyway.

He’d received an invitation to this wedding, and while he knew neither the bride nor the groom, why not give himself a break to attend? He’d even brought a gift for the couple— a bottle of wine from Domaine de la Maison sur le Lac. After all, there was plenty of food, most of which the Padawan quickly found out was not intended for human consumption. So he decided to wander around, looking for any possible familiar faces when he caught two of them. The bride herself, and the woman next to her. The Togruta talking to them he hadn’t seen before, but the other two… why did he vaguely recognize them?

Deciding to find that out for himself and figuring that he could drop off his gift as well, he weaved his way over to the small group, putting on his best smile. He didn’t want to ruin the bride’s special day— this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime experience! As he approached, he could sense unease among the others, and his grin began to fade.

“Hey, nice to meet you all! I’m Quin. I brought a gift for you!” he said to the bride, but as soon as the cheery words came out of his mouth he realized that he could sense unease among the group. Was it something I said? “Is… there a problem?”

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[Yaerius]

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Ahh yessss, weddings.

The season of love.

Such notions brought a distaste and instant bile of vomitus into Yaerius' mouth, not appreciative of the overtly exaggerated emotional aspects of humanity. The inquisitor had come on Imperial business and attended this wedding out of necessity rather than desire. His intentions and actions would make it abundantly clear that this was in fact, not a pleasure trip for him. Grabbed in his usual dark cloaks, the clothing bore color schemes of black and grey, signifying his position as a Sicarii Inquisitor. The beskar mask did well to fully conceal his face as well as expressions that would be cast as he acted.

Yaerius did not enter into the primary lobby region however, and instead, remained hidden in one of the back rooms. It appeared that Hotel Majestic had several private suites and conference centers behind its large ballroom. Three security guards lay beaten, handcuffed, and gagged at the Inquisitor's feet along with two Imperial troopers who kept watch. Yaerius coiled dark sided force energies around him and held what appeared as a stuffed Voodoo doll in his right hand. The doll was a miniaturized figurine of Jade's soon to be husband, Bilabo Tentacelli. Armored fingers clenched together and he squeezed the doll head, instantly activating the sinister magics it was attached to. A natural chill encompassed through the hotel as the Inquisitor channeled his dark powers, sending a ripple that would likely be felt by the two Jedi.

Bilabo Tentacelli felt the attack almost immediately, his hands snapping upwards to grab at his own head out of shrieking pain. The Nautalon crumbled to his knees and released an agonizing howl, the champagne glass fell from his grasp and shattered into a hundred pieces as it hit the ground. "Bring me the fallen Jedi.." Yaerius whispered into his comlink. The Gamorreans who appeared as attendees at the wedding were in fact hired muscle by the Sith. They nodded at the command and moved towards the crowd, eyes locked in on their target: Silex Tan @Reylo4evr

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[Silex Tan]

Silex felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as if she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder but saw no one suspicious. Still, the feeling lingered. Her instincts were rarely wrong. She turned forward again just as a Togruta greeted them. "I'm Silex," she introduced herself. She glanced down at the pale, younger girl on her arm and was suddenly struck with the urge to protect her at all costs.

She looked back up and opened her mouth to reply to the Togruta's question when a young padawan introduced himself and offered a gift that looked like wine. Then he asked if everything was alright. Suddenly it clicked.

"Nope, no problem," Silex said, locking her gaze onto Quin's, hoping he could tell that something was wrong. She blinked rapidly. Over Quin's shoulder she saw a pair of Gamorrean guards heading their way. She turned as smoothly as she could while her heart was still racing. She could feel the cold durasteel of a hidden vibrodagger press against her breast bone as she led Jade back up to the podium where it seemed her Nautolan husband was having a massive headache.

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[Thayd Karkoza]

How he’d come to be there was that he’d checked his messages recently and randomly picked on one of the several thousand he’d received from the Jedi Order and left unread, going back many years. This one near the top of the list said to keep an eye on Jade Hart, on Nar Shaddaa, that she was up to no good, and that he should try to prevent a shit show should one appear to be in the offing.

But truth be told, Thayd was there mostly for the vegetation and fungi, and his cup runneth over. The Tentacellis were well known for their vast collection of rare plants, birds, mushrooms, etc. Fairly recently Thayd himself had even sold a few black market specimens to this nautolan clan, though this was kept under wraps. Come to think of it, he was pretty certain he’d supplied some of the materials for this... garden.

He moved through the great, splendid ballroom with a kingsize chalice of champagne wafting near him aloft bright and fairy-like in the garish hues, clinking occasionally up against other champagne glasses and spilling champagne everywhere. There was a tremendous roiling commotion surrounding this Jedi. A few of the Gamorreans, supposedly guards in the employ of Bilago, had been repurposed by Thayd for a very different mission. They orbited around him, hunched over, faces toward the rich, imported soil that covered the floor. A pig platoon. Grunting and snorting, twitching their prodigious snouts. Every now and again one of them would signal it had found what they were looking for and hold it high: a royal truffle. Thayd would snatch these up and deposit them in a bag.

There was enough going on in the room that this whole show wouldn’t really stand out too much unless you looked at it for a while to really see what was happening, or if you directly collided with it. When they crossed paths with the sith-deployed gamorreans, Thayd’s eyes narrowed at them discerningly and he sensed that they too should be repurposed. With a wave of his hand, the gamorrean henchmen stopped for a moment, engulfed in a collective psychic lull. This was the only heavy lifting necessary, as the gamorreans were quickly engaged in conversation by their brethren, who told them in their swine tongue about the valuable truffles that could be found throughout the room, and soon they were all bent to this task together, their former pursuit just a faded, misty memory. Thayd handed off the bag to one of them who seemed to possess leadership qualities, clapped the dirt off his hands and made his way toward the dais at the front of the room. Every few meters he would stop, pluck up some flower or fruiting body, and pocket it somewhere in his robes. His floating champagne glass preceded him, aglow with caught light like some mystic spirit lantern.

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[Jade Hart]

Spoiler: The Tentacelli Crime Family

Bilago Tentacelli was a man born into a rich yet bare family. His mother died in childbirth. His father was an investment banker for the Hutts, paid gobs of credits to hide their assets. With no one to raise them, it was only Bilago and his look-alike twin brother Bilabo, alone in their mansion.

Their father had no desire to raise children, so he hired maids, tutors, bodyguards as substitutes for his patriarchal duty. He had a simple solution to problems. Bilago stole a kid’s bike at school? Buy him a new speeder. Bilago had no friends? Buy him a droid girlfriend. Bilago peed on the couch out of boredom? Hire a Jedi to entertain him with magic tricks.

But unlike his brother, Bilabo was a sensitive soul. An artist, Bilabo would paint murals over his bedroom walls. Great sprawling frescos of greens and blues that ran around the room. His magnum opus, exhibited in a museum of modern art, was a life-like, 3d-printed, holographic helmet of Darth Vader. Every angle provided a different shimmering view into Vader’s complex emotions.

Bilago was indifferent to Bilabo, who in turn only minded his magnificent creations. Yet the two brothers cooperated when their interests coincided. For his wedding to Jade, Bilago didn’t just want to entertain. He wanted to impress.

Logically, he hired his twin brother Bilabo as lead designer and wedding decorator. In addition to displaying stolen art paintings, Bilabo and his crew toiled over the eco-nature aesthetic, ordering thorny petals, parasitic vines, black orchids, all to transport guests off Nar Shaddaa, an overflowing garbage bag, to worlds beyond even the planetarium…

***

Moments before he was confused for Bilago and mistakenly attacked by a doll wielding Inquisitor, Bilabo gazed at the wall and beheld his masterpiece: Bush Jade. This girl wouldn’t merely share in his art. She would become the art. His champagne glass filled with tears.

Jade stashed Silex’s pistol in her skirt fold and walked with her master through the overflowing room. Bilago barged towards them, headache-free, Silex mistaking his twin Bilabo for him. Just then, two new guests– Jade eyed Leh’ and Quin up and down. “Awesome! Here’s my cavalry.”

Jade clapped her hands. “In the name of the Jedi whose ideals we share, let's go murder my fiancé.”

Except Silex, in her infinite wisdom, led Jade (and Quin and Leh’) past the water stains, scum pond, small-talk-distracted Bilago, and truffle-crazed gamorreans to a podium on a stage. A huge purple curtain draped across the stage's back wall like in an artsy theater.

“God, I guess we're doing this first." She glared at Silex and took a deep breath. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you–” Jade pulled a string and the curtain lifted –”my wedding gift.” On stage, the ensuing sight would now be visible to all guests. “Mr. Tentacelli calls her Bush Jade.”

Silex and co. meet Bush Jade: Jade’s adolescent face sculpted from enormous man-eating bushes, trimmed, pruned, and leafblown into obedience. Ten thousand leaves, prickly-edged, star-diamond-oval shaped, each collaging together forming Jade’s titanic portrait. Bush Jade wore a branchy brown shawl on her tilted bushy head. Her lettuce-like mouth rippled with air from the ventilation shaft, puckering and grimacing. Human Jade stepped forward and stroked the peeling leaf-skin of Bush Jade as if it were a cat in her lap. Bush Jade was light green, dark green, and other greens; her eyes curly bouquets of black orchids with red roses in the center. The red irises showed Jade as a hopelessly in love, under-his-spell type lass. The black sclera symbolized Jade’s dark soul, a pagan goddess smiting those who didn’t bow down before this miracle of botany.

“She takes after her mother, don’t you think?” said Human Jade.

At this point, Bilabo Tentacelli, twin brother of Bilago Tentacelli, lumbered over, yellow-eyed, slapping his head silly. Human Jade felt a chill. “Fallen Jedi…” croaked bewitched Bilabo, reaching out a slimy hand to Silex. He collapsed on the ground before them, his gray skin gooey, tentacles flailing, mumbling a prayer with eyes shut. He looked like some blind and maimed penitent at the gates of judgment. The Jades loomed over him.

“Master, this guy is no better than his brother, Bilago,” said Human Jade, with a devilish grin. “Let’s feed him to Bush Jade.”

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[Leh'Min'Ayd]

​

Suddenly a wealthy collector, Lem gazed up at the grotesque glory that was Bush Jade. Nothing else in the universe existed except for that masterpiece. The queen of cabbage heads…Bush Jade… The shawl was most peculiarly perfect. Like bark on a tree between leaves so green…

It was all a spectator could do to make sense of this crazy world but sip champagne and appreciate art for what it was. “Hummm I particularly fancy the alternate exterior angles of those discriminating leaves there,” she made sure to point out, trying her best to sound sophisticated given her honorable promotion to the stage.

What the hett!? Like a slap in the face with a giant wet leaf, the universe clawed back out of its black hole to remind Lemon that it did still exist. Crawling up her back came the irrefutable feeling of that other side of the Force that the Padawan was taught to fight against—and defeat.

Eyes swept the crowd from the stage while she reached out to pinpoint the assailant’s location but nothing bit. Seconds later and Lem realized that Bilago’s brother Bilabo was crumpled on the floor like cake on a plate for Bush Jade.

Whoever these Bilabogo brothers were exactly, neither of them was the real threat. That much the Padawan could sense. “We might have a Sith in the field, guys,” she emphasized to any in her party who hadn’t figured it out. “Only the dark side deals this magic. We need to deal with it!"

Whoever it was and wherever they were, Lem was no Jedi Mistress but she could not sense anyone in the immediate area. “They gotta be close!” Fortunately she was not alone in her efforts.

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[Quin Leonkri]

Quin noticed that Silex was blinking rapidly at him, and he briefly wondered if he had done something wrong. However, he felt that that wasn’t the case, and that she was warning him. He turned around and spotted a few Gamorreans heading their way, looking like they were after something.

But all of a sudden they stopped and went off in another direction as if they’d simply forgotten what they were doing. Strange. There was more to this wedding than met the eye, that was for sure. For now, Quin decided to hand his gift over to a passing server, and followed Jade over to where she would show them… Bush Jade?

“Yes, it’s very… intricate. I really like—” Quin didn’t share Lemon’s knowledge of art, especially not to the point where he could recognize “alternate exterior angles” on leaves. Still, it didn’t hurt to pretend. It did seem like a lot of effort went into it. “... what Lemon said.”

But what Lemon said next, he could pick up on. A chill went up his spine, and he instinctively knew what it was. The dark side.

“I feel it too.” Quin looked around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from, but it didn’t seem to be radiating from anyone in the crowd. However, he could feel that whoever it was, was nearby, and his guard increased tenfold. Come on, show yourself…

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[Silex Tan]

Silex’s nerves were on edge. But then, they always seemed on edge these days. The empty spot where the Force should have been still felt… empty. Never more than now had she wanted to feel the Force. “Well, I must mingle, it was lovely meeting you all!” She said with a forced cheeriness.

With that, she stepped into the crowd and disappeared. She hoped the others would take the hint and spread out. They would only attract attention standing in one spot with their heads together. Some part of Silex was glad her emotions and presence could no longer be felt in the Force, even though thanks to Kashyyyk, she was highly recognizable.

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[Thayd Karkoza]

Thayd's eyes alighted on the spectacle of Bush Jade as it was unveiled to the world. He was still a ways back from the front of the room where the topiary was mounted on the stage. When Thayd saw it, he immediately recognized its genius, and was so taken in by the arrangement that his levitating champagne glass nearly fell out of ortbit. He downed the glass in one gulp, put it on a passing tray and made toward the front.

He hunched over a little, pretending to be like half a foot shorter than he was, drooping his way forward. But rather than come right up and join in and throw his arms around everyone and say hello, Thayd veered off to the left, dodging the brightest lights, creeping instead along the edge of the room. He passed Silex Tan — straight faced sincere “big fan of your work” — and kept moving until he came up to a side door that led backstage...

A few moments later he’d come up in back of the curtain that served as a backdrop for Bush Jade. Parting the curtain the slimmest bit, he passed through it to bring himself directly behind the mighty plant sculpture, which fortunately was more than large enough to conceal him entirely from view. Up close it was even more magnificent than from afar, and it took a great deal of restraint for Thayd to keep from dismantling this monstrosity, putting it all 100% in his pockets, and smuggling it right out of the bio-dome. Instead, he ended up doing something very similar.

As he stood listening to Leh’Min’Ayd expound on the virtues of angles, the leaves and stems and bulbs and thorns of this beast began folding inward upon themselves, molding a Thayd-shaped chamber within the massive, skull-shaped shrub. The outward facade of Bush Jade would remain opaque and undisturbed throughout this process, but before long, Leh’Min’Ayd, Quin, and Meat Jade would begin to feel, when looking upon the sculpture, that something truly alive was looking back at them.

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[Jade Hart]

As Bush Jade started powering up, Human Jade gave Bilabo one last kick and pulled Leh’ and Quin away to another part of the room. Bilago was still immersed in the crowd; an obese blue twilek had grabbed him by the wrist and was yammering into his ear. This had bought them some time. They made their way through suited guests, some of whom wanted to talk to Jade as she ducked by them and halted next to a table full of algae-odored, octo-tentacled desserts.

“So… Master Silex said we should mingle. Who were your masters? Did they teach you the Jedi Mind Trick?”

She saw the bottle in Quin’s hand and grabbed it, uncorking it somehow, and pouring everyone a glass of shimmering white wine. She drank a few gulps.

“Each of you show me one of your powers– hiccup– impress me.”

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[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music IC

The bulbs and thorns of Bush Jade were truly something mesmerizing to the eyes and warranted a sip of wine and then one more.

The magnificent monstrosity of nature's cupcake left Lem feeling bewildered, chin-pinching perplexity, wondering if something was amiss with her own very eyes.
No, it was not so—rather, it was Bush Jade…coming to life!

“By the stars I rue this very day!”
Lemon exclaimed, holding raising glass of champagne onstage.
“What a most marvelous wonder of gifted expression, sophisticated floristry, and most appropriately a big BUNG of bulbous and horny delight, O!"

Truth be told the Togruta had absolutely no idea what she was saying but, well, ‘all the world’s a stage’ was the saying.

Lem was just glad that no darksider was around for her to feel down about.
Sith did have a way of putting a downer on the mood with their ‘Dark is my cloak!’ approach to life and all.

Pulled away into another room, Lemon looked at Human Jade but had to blink herself out of looking at a tree.

“You would not know my master, I do say,” the Togruta sipped, lips as pursed as a Porg’s purse.
The wine was good, nice and shimmery.
Hmm, wine.
Suddenly her sip became a gulp.

“Though I was indeed taught the Jedi Mind Trick. Observe, young lady.”

Lem stopped a passing server, looked him in the eye.

“You want to give me one of your Pimento Croquettes.”
She had no idea how she knew the name of that appetizer.

“Sure, here you go!”
The server naturally offered the tray.

Lem looked left, looked right, cleared her throat.
“...You want to give me the keys to your speeder, your house, your grandfather’s speed, your dog's hou—”

“Nope.”

“Oh, darn it all!”


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[Quin Leonkri]

As the bottle was yanked out of his hand and Bush Jade seemingly came to life on its own and Lemon gave another one of her professional-sounding reviews, Quin was completely and thoroughly confused. Guess I’m not one for art. He sipped his wine nonchalantly as he nodded along with what she was saying. Both about the sculpture, and about his master. The latter he hadn’t seen for quite some time now.

Force persuasion, though, he had a little more of a foothold in. As Lemon attempted to get a snack and all the rest, Quin’s brow arched. Maybe it was a good thing the server hadn’t been fooled, because that was a lot more than a pimento croquette she was asking for.

“That was a good try,” he said sympathetically after the server disappeared into the crowd. But what was he supposed to do? His master had told him the Force wasn’t a toy to be played around with, especially when it came to other beings.

“Uh… I…” Just then, he saw a Patrolian reaching into a lone bag that clearly wasn’t his, and he extended a hand in his direction.

“You don’t want to steal. You want to go home and rethink your life.” To his relief, the Patrolian paused, took his hand out of the bag, and walked away. Hopefully he would actually do those things.

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