Open [Social] Wroshyr Woodstock

[Vesper T'Rahm]

Spoiler: OOC Note

Open to anyone, any faction. Big party! PvP disabled. (:

Spoiler: Festival Line Up

When Vesper had seen the devastation of Kashyyyk on the holonet she was terribly upset for numerous reasons. Chief among them was that she had been too far away at the time to join the planet's defense or to help those on the ground evacuate. She had wracked her brain for days for days after trying to come up with something that help more than just her own personal volunteering.

Eventually, the idea of a huge music festival hit her like a ton of bricks. It was so obvious! When it came right down to it, while Kashyyyk needed many things, perhaps the thing they needed most was something people were always willing to give a noble cause: credits. Vesper was going to throw a benefit concert!

It took calling in every single favor Vesper had ever been owed in her entire life and some major pushing on Spinstagram and Stik Tok, but with maybe just a little help from the force, the hashtag started going viral.

Soon enough, dozens and dozens of music artists, as well as everyone from famous tattoo artists, fashion designers, really anyone with something cool to offer all volunteered their time and effort with all proceeds going to Kashyyykian relief.

The planet of Zeltros even offered its most luxurious outside festival grounds as a destination location. All things considered, Vesper was quite proud of what she had managed to accomplish and hoped that even though she couldn't be there when it mattered, this would help make up for it at least a little bit.

At this point, the festival had been going on for several hours without a hitch. Vesper was currently hanging out at one of the side stages, grooving to some indie band she'd not heard before but seemed pretty dope. She was wearing a new outfit she'd gotten a couple days ago and just couldn't keep the smile off her face.

She couldn't wait until the main event later, but for now she was content just vibing.

 

[Caragarr Elekobaak]

Caragarr lands on his personal ship, a fixed-up old Lambda Class T-4a Shuttle. His ramp goes down touching the ground of the planet Zeltros. He stands up from the pilot's chair and grabs his gaffi stick just in case. Walking down the ramp he sheathes his gaffi stick. Once on the party grounds, he signals for his B2 Super Battle Droid to follow him. Once his droid was following him he looked around for someone to talk to.

He noticed Vesper, he felt like that was the one he should socialize with during his vacation. He walks over to her while his droid follows him.

Once there he taps on her shoulder and allows her to speak first.

 

[Ty Reus]

Ty too, wishes he could have done something for Kashyyyk when it mattered most. But this, what Vesper managed to put together is amazing, and a good help. Ty was there to support a fellow Jedi's endeavor by showing up, having a good time, and helping out where need be. Perhaps when it comes time for an intermission he can dust off his stage magician's skills. Ty was wearing a casual relaxed outfit the moment, no Jedi robes. No need to look like a boring stiff at a music concert.

The New Alderaanian Jedi was watching as things were going, and then suddenly he spot a really strange person (@Caragarr Elekobaak). What looks to be a Tuskan, here? With a old Clone Wars era Super Battle droid following him? Ty's internal `sus radar` is going off. Ty didn't mind that it was a Tuskan, but the super battle droid is really really weird.

The Tuskan would touch Vesper on her shoulder and Ty felt the need to step in. "Hey there. It's not appropriate to touch people randomly." he scolded the Tuskan. Creepy.

At this time, a security officer would come in, and start slapping a restraining bolt on the illegal super battle droid.

@Stormtrooper @Logan

 

[Caragarr Elekobaak]

Caragarr looks funnily at the man who told him to stop. He didn't see anything wrong with tapping on a shoulder to get someone's attention, but he decided he wasn't going to start a fight and he nodded.

But when someone laid their hands on his B2 Super Battle Droid, he got really pissed. He grabbed the security guard by the throat and then threw him to the ground, making sure not to kill him, just hurt him enough that he stopped.

Caragarr spoke to his B2 Super Battle Droid "AAAAARK AAAARK AAAARK!!" (Break the chains, my friend) The B2 Super Battle Droid is a droid that, in modern times, is regarded as a piece of trash just like its B1 predecessor, except it, was actually an extremely dangerous droid, and few clones ever survived combat with them. It was only remembered as an easy foe to destroy because many tales of fights with them come from Jedi, and when you wield a lightsaber almost everything looks like a weak foe. The B2 Super Battle Droid breaks his chains as ordered and walks back to the ship to avoid further conflict. Then the Tusken Chief waited for a response from the Jedi because he knew he was gonna get one, and it wouldn't be positive.

 

[Caragarr Elekobaak]

But just as the B2 was walking off it malfunctioned, its old age finally catching up with it, and its head exploded.

 

[Jaesa Valerin]

"A music festival?" Everyone was upset about Kashyyyk, though for different people it took different forms. Jaesa regretted not being close enough to be able to do anything, and she was sure many of her fellow Jedi felt similarly. Feeling helpless wasn't all that good for morale, but it seemed someone in particular had some tricks up their sleeve. "A damn good trick, too. This was a great idea."

Jaesa was making her way from one stage to another, slipping through the crowd and keeping a tight grip on the little black backpack she had slung over her dress. It matched her outfit - a midi-length, patterned dress that did a really good job at accentuating her muscles - and a pair of sturdy black boots. Her hair was down, and a pair of angular sunglasses blended into her black hair. Beneath those glasses, yellow eyes searched for a familiar face. Though they first found an odd scene involving security, a Tusken, and a droid, they soon moved on to recognize a pretty blonde woman she'd definitely seen in the Temple before (@Logan).

"Hey," Jaesa maneuvered through the crowd and slid over next to the Knight, giving her a smile as she did so. "This was all your idea, right?" If this was Vesper - and Jaesa was pretty sure she was - then she was correct. "This was a terrific idea."

The Dathomirian didn't recognize the band that was playing, but the song was pretty catchy and had a fun little guitar line.

 

[Zayn Talis]

Zayn was feeling beyond hyped for the benefits concert on Zeltros. Ever since his business with Jaesa on the planet weeks ago, the Corellian had made been dying to attend one of the planet’s many festivals and parties. Moreover, he knew that the concert was dedicated to a worthwhile cause. The Padawan had been elsewhere in the Galaxy during the crisis on Kashyyyk, and had been unable to assist the Wookiee homeworld in their hour of need. At least by attending, he was helping to contribute to the cause after the fact.

The Corellian Padawan weaved his way through the crowds packed into the venue, snagging a red solo cup as he went. He had come dressed for the occasion - sporting a pair of ripped jeans, brightly colored sneakers and an open button-up shirt that showed off the Padawan’s defined physique and multitude of tattoos. His outfit was accessorized with a bandana around his neck and several bracelets on his wrists, while his hair was combed into its usual sidefade.

Bobbing his head and vibin’ to the music, Zayn allowed his hazel eyes to wander the crowd for a while - hoping to spot a familiar face amongst the multitudes that mandered about. It didn’t take him very long - his gaze settling on Vesper. The Padawan couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered on what she was wear longer than it should have - eyes widening a bit. The Knight always looked gorgeous whenever he saw her, but damn if that outfit didn’t look good.

Of course, the fact that Zayn was gawking like a dumbass meant that he wasn’t exactly watching where he was going - causing him to walk right into the back of some Trandoshan concert-goer. “Shit,” Zayn said, shaking his head. “Sorry dude.” He flashed the reptilian an apologetic smile as he quickly shuffled past. He was suddenly grateful for the fact that he was still largely out of sight.

After a few additional seconds, Zayn strolled right up to Vesper from amongst the crowd - flashing the Annfyn Knight a wide smile. “Hey Ves!” He said warmly, hazel eyes turned up to meet her gaze. “Talk about a fuckin’ killer turnout! This was a great idea.” He took a drink from his cup. “You look great, by the way.” The Padawan quickly turned his attention to Jaesa, finally spotting the Dathomirian as well. He smiled warmly at the woman, hazel eyes drawn towards the woman’s outfit and the way that it accentuated her muscles. Damn she was ripped. “‘Sup Jaesa! Nice dress." He grinned. "Told you Zeltros parties were where it's at."

Zayn’s attention briefly flicked over to the other Jedi Knight he didn’t recognize - hazel eyes fixating onto Ty. “‘Sup dude,” He raised a hand to flash the other guy a peace sign. “Zayn.”

@lizziie @Logan @The Good Doctor

 

[Jon Antilles]

Jon stepped around a couple moving enthusiastically to the music, the tray in his hand held comfortably over their heads as he continued weaving his way through the crowd. Dressed casually, he had a pair of sound dampening earphones stuffed into his ears to temper the sounds of the concert to manageable levels while still allowing him to enjoy the music and keep his ears open for danger. Not that he expected anything of the sort, outside of randomly exploding droids. With a casual wave of his hand he grabbed the battle droid trying to cause trouble and launched him into the air, where he exploded in a bright shower of lights.

"Fireworks!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, and the crowd around him responded with cheers, and the concert moved on without disruption. At the same time a pair of Jedi showed up behind the Tusken, and slammed him with stun batons, knocking him out and dragging him away.

As the nuisances were being dealt with, Jon approached the small gathering of Jedi, and finally lowered the tray he was carrying so that its contents would be visible to all. Lined atop were rows and rows of small cups with lids, all filled with jello-shots in a multitude of colors.

"I won this playing darts," he announced as a form of introduction, "and I'm sure as hell not finishing these on my own." As the song changed, a smile appeared on his face.

"Alright, this is what's gonna happen. Every time she says shake, everyone takes a shot!" Not waiting for a reply, he started holding out the tray for everyone to pick up a cup or two. He briefly paused as he looked at Zayn, "You sure you can handle this, kid?"

@Logan @Altaris @The Good Doctor @lizziie

 

[Dimetri Unduli]

It wasn't every day concerts happened but when they do you can count on seeing Dimetri in the crowd. His love for music left him chasing any floating notes that may be nearby. When he heard about the concert fundraiser for Kashyyyk he knew he had to be there, even if the bands weren't the best or if it was karaoke. Ultimately it would just be nice to hear different music on occasion.

Arriving he'd be sporting his usual look for this event. He had a style and it kept him comfortable so why would he step out of that shell. Besides he's never actually spoke to any of the Jedi that much. He might just stand in the crowd and enjoy the music. Socialization will have to come naturally. As he walked through the crowd to see if he could find a good spot to stand but on the way he felt some Trandoshan back into him. Then a voice came from some other guy apologizing to the Trando. After he left the reptilian turned and apologized placing a hand on Dimetri's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it man, some people just don't have a sense of awareness is all."

Dimetri smiled at him and then returned the gentle pat on the shoulder before continuing through the crowd. After passing a couple bunches of people, he would notice a group of Jedi. Master, Knights, it was intimidating seeing all the higher ranking individuals present. It'd be smart to go make an impression, so he took a deep breath and let the smoke and alcohol filled air fill his lungs before walking forward.

"Hey everyone"

He had a slightly nervous smile on his face has walked up to introduce himself, and when he went to do so it seemed they were planning to to take shots to the song that says shake five times in quit repetition multiple times. Said a lot about who he just walked up on. Maybe the Jedi weren't all what he fully expected these days. The Order isn't what it used to be back when Luminara was serving the Republic.

"That song has the word 'shake' seventy times. I don't think even you could handle that force or not."

The idea of anyone completing that song with this type of game was humorous. Though he supposed if they were headstrong enough they wouldn't puke until after it's done.

@lizziie @Logan @Wit @Altaris @anyone else

 

[Samara Draven]

Eyes wide with euphoric-like wonder, Samara took it all in—the sights, the sounds, the energy. It was magical, breathtaking even—as exhilarating as a Naboo sunset or the skyline of Coruscant. Music and cheering crowds drowned out the sounds of the outside galaxy, as if at that moment nothing existed beyond the walls of the festival grounds. Not the AMS virus, not the raging war with the Sith and the Mandalorians, and even the tragedy on Kashyyyk—holonet images burned into her mind for all eternity—felt like a distant, painful memory that ebbed with the melody.

Music was healing, and the galaxy needed to be brought together, perhaps now more than ever. Even if it was just for a single night, this release was needed. Some might point their fingers and say it was insensitive, that the timing was all wrong, but Samara thought it a brilliant idea. A single night of relaxation, with all of the proceeds going to Kashyyyk to help them build a better tomorrow. It didn't matter what the critics had to say. Kashyyyk was a tragedy, one that people would not soon forget, but that did not mean the entire galaxy hung in suspension.

The Chalactan and her friends had arrived a couple hours earlier, wandering the festival grounds and mingling with a few people but never committing to one band or artist for very long. Gradually, the group of teenagers made their way toward the sound of Shake it Off, intent on securing a spot near the front of the stage.

Suddenly, a hand seized Samara by the wrist and drug her to an abrupt stop. "Look!" Eisley, her Evereni friend whispered in an excited voice, pointing to a man in the crowd. "He looks just like that actor!" Violet-blue eyes followed, settling on a tall, bearded man.

"Do you think it's actually him?" their second friend wondered aloud.

"Who cares?" Eisley giggled, giving Samara a push. "Well? Go on. Talk to him."

The Chalactan ran a cursory hand over the leather jacket she wore, swallowing down any persisting fears that threatened to bubble up to the surface. Tonight was about cutting loose, and that was exactly what she was going to do. Head held high, Samara cut through the crowd, eyes never once straying from her target as she came to a stop directly in front of him.

Well, here goes nothing.

"If you're Captain Almania, can I be your lady liberty?"


@Wit

 

[Tazlen Axil]

Tazlen was still working off a contact high from walking through some very spice-addled crowds. He felt slightly dazed and out of it, but he knew the party was just getting started. The pheromones also didn’t help, and he felt as if he were particularly susceptible whenever Zeltrons waltzed by him, men, women and everyone on the gender spectrum suddenly far more appealing. He inhaled the air and had to shake himself out of it after a while.

Nevertheless, he finally squeezed through the crowds, dressed in casual attire. His fluted ears extended prominently past his backwards hat and shades. He was a slim guy, not exactly buff, but it was hot and humid so he opted for more airy clothing. Both wrists were filled with colorful bracelets.

Right away he spotted Vesper (@Logan) in the distance, but she was immediately swarmed by others. He flashed her a smile and gave her a wave from where he stood, deciding not to pile on. He next spotted Zayn (@Altaris), offering the same. Tazlen had a drink in his hand and he took a swig as he made his way over to the crowd of people he recognized.

He caught the tail end of a Mando Jedi dude asking about performing a song - as if this wasn’t a festival with a structured lineup for over a year now. Tazlen quirked a brow and took a huge gulp of his drink before he turned to Saylor Twift performing. He cupped a hand by his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs, cheating by projecting his voice through the Force.

“LOVE YOU, SAY SAY!!!”

 

[Vesper T'Rahm]

So sometimes, just sometimes, Vesper liked to do things that most Jedi... probably wouldn't do. Never anything malicious or mean, nothing like that. Moreso.. adventurous, a little reckless, maybe just a touch trippy.

Before the festival kicked off for real, Vesper had been a little nervous but wasn't sure what to do about it. One of her friends from Nar Shaddaa suggested eating some kind of mushroom from a planet she'd never heard of. Apparently, they were famous and well known for helping people relax. They were also famous and well known to cause some people to somewhat yet unequivocally trip mild balls.

Vesper, apparently, was one of those some.

When people started gravitating toward her, they would mostly be met by a genuine if not slightly gooberish smile from Vesper, coupled with a wave that moved a little bit too slowly to seem totally normal.

Oh dang you a little drippy, She said to @Caragarr Elekobaak with an approving nod of her head. Vesper hadn't even felt the guy tap her on the shoulder, she only happened to turn around absentmindedly when some droid's head exploded and noticed Caragarr. Where'd you get your outfit??

Vesper had never seen a Tusken before and she kinda dug it. Of course, what she was seeing was more.. technicolor dreamcoat meets EDM rave mashup and not the sort of drab nonsense the guy was actually wearing.

Looking around, she noticed @Jaesa Valerin and nodded her head at the woman's question. No you're terrific! She said, giving the Jedi Master some sick finger guns. Bro! We got the same shoes!! She said suddenly, noticing Jaesa's choice of footwear. Great thinks mind alike am I right?

Before she could really notice much else, Ves spotted the only person so far she'd met before - and coincidentally, one of her favorites though she'd never tell his ass that - @Zayn Talis! Hands going up to her face in surprise, Vesper ran up to him and sort of just gave him a giant hug. Oh, he smelled nice.

You're coming with me, buddy. She said, grabbing his arm and dragging him off away from the group whether he liked it or not. You told me you got good detective skills once, so its time for Zaynlock Homies to find me some fuckin' funnel caaaaaaake.

Voluntelling people to do stuff was something Vesper had always had a knack for. Hopefully Zayn wouldn't mind too much.

@Stormtrooper @Altaris @lizziie

 

[Jon Antilles]

Jon wasn't a stranger to people mistaking him for that good for nothing actor, but he had been surprised by all the attention he had been getting here. It seems Zeltrons were major movie buffs, and one after another pretty girl, and boy for that matter, had approached him for a selfie or to share a drink with them. The combination of all those shots, the pheromones the whole arena seemed to be drowning in, and the idiotic clothing choice on his part that had him sweating like a pig, the end result was that he was more than a little woozy.

The Mirialan dude's comment about his selection of word of choice for taking shots should have made sense to him, but it didn't, and he just winked at him as he pushed a shot cup towards him. "Relax, it'll be fine." Passing more shots to anyone and everyone in the vicinity who would take one, he heard the comment from Samara and a little spark of mischief was lit in his mind.

"Maybe," he replied with a smirk, "just give me a minute though." He bent down to place the tray on the ground, and as he straightened he dropped the coat he was wearing. He then proceeded to pull of the sweater he had worn under it, leaving him bare-chested, but for the scarf he now had wrapped around his neck. He tossed the sweater away over his back, and didn't notice as it went and landed right on the head of another reveler who was busy enjoying Saylor's performance. (@Sreeya)

"Alright," he said, ignoring the trajectory of his discarded garment, "lady liberty. Will it be an autograph or a selfie?"

@llamallove @Scoobert

 

[Samara Draven]

Wait, had that abysmal pickup line actually worked? That was a first.

Samara blinked a few times, violet eyes wide with incredulity as she watched Captain Almani—if that's who he really was—remove the heavy wool jacket he wore. He might have punched Red Cranium over a hundred times, but he certainly didn't know the first thing when it came to fashion. A wool coat, for an outdoor music festival? Maybe he really was a relic from the past.

Recovering from the shock of it all, the Chalactan laughed. "What's the deal with the jacket? Still cold from all of those years in the ice?" She still couldn't believe he hadn't told her to get lost or something. Maybe all of these Zeltron pheromones had put him in a good mood.

"A selfie, of course," she would then answer, pulling a phone from the pocket of her faded jeans. The Chalactan looked around, eyes settling on the two people closest to them, a Mirialin in a buffalo checked hoodie (@Scoobert ) and a boy with pointy ears (@Sreeya ), half obscured by the sweater tossed over his shoulder. Smiling at each of them in turn, she asked in a friendly voice, "Would one of you mind taking a picture of us?"

@Wit

 

[Jaesa Valerin]

Jaesa laughed when Vesper threw finger guns at her shoes. "Hey, we are, yeah!" The Dathomirian decided to leave out the little tidbit where she didn't actually know what kind of shoes they were. They just seemed like a good mix of sturdy and stylish.

Jaesa wasn't the only one who thought Vesper's idea was good. Zayn showed up out of the crowd, complimented the blonde, then shot one her way with a little "I told you so!" about Zeltron parties. She laughed and shrugged just as Jon showed up with shots. The woman didn't really want to drink, so thankfully he was distracted before the tray was offered to her. Vesper ran off soon after with Zayn in tow, leaving Jaesa by herself for the most part.

'Hm.' Yellow eyes widened when they caught sight of some kid being passed around the top of the crowd. 'What's that called again?'

The Jedi Master heard someone get asked to take a photo, which seemed to be directed at one of two people standing nearby. Both of them were the same height, so she just picked one.

"Hey! Mind helping me up?" Jaesa called to Tazlen (@Sreeya) as she made her way over. The Jedi pointed to someone already surfing the crowd. The closer she got, the more she realized he was a bit on the skinny side. "Oh shit, he's a bit lanky." Oh well, she already asked.

 

[Zayn Talis]

It seemed like Zayn had only just arrived at the busy music festival, and he was already feeling great. Not only was the music fantastic, but the Corellian Padawan had already spotted a group of people he already knew! Not to mention, the drink in his hand - and the ones he had downed on the way to the party - meant that the Padawan was feeling warm and comfortable already. Speaking of people he knew! Zayn’s attention was suddenly drawn towards someone waving the figure waving to both him and Vesper - spotting Tazlen just a short distance away.

Almost at once, the Corellian Padawan’s lips tugged up into a wide grin. He immediately brought both hands up to cup around his face. “WASSSSSSSUUUPPPP!” He called out to the other Jedi with a friendly yell. While he wasn’t best friends in the Galaxy with the sarcastic half-Annfyn quite yet, you don’t just survive in some psycho-ass cannibal forest together and not come out just a tad bit closer. His hazel eyes flicked down to the half-Annfyn’s attire, opting to flash him a cheesy yet entirely genuine thumbs up at the sight.

With that, Zayn glanced back over at Jon - spotting the Knight he had worked with on Tattooine waltzing over with some drinks. The Corellian Padawan’s face immediately lit up like a Life Day Tree, his grin tugging a bit more smug and confidence when the Knight questioned his ability to handle drinking game. “Watch and learn,” He said, completely brushing over the inevitability of him paying for the decision tomorrow. He dragged a single one of the shots off the tray, only to be interrupted when Ves ran over and wrapped her arms around him. Zayn immediately felt his heart pound just a bit faster in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her in return, squeezing her in a giant hug.

He didn’t resist as the Knight started dragging him off to go locate some funnel cake, walking right along with Vesper deeper into the festival. “‘Ight, stand back and let Zaynlocke Homies work his magic,” Zayn declared with a smirk - even going so far as to overdramatic crack his knuckles as he prepped his detective skills. The Corellian Padawan glanced back over his shoulder - waving until he got Tazlen’s attention. While he spotted the half-Annfyn getting swarmed by both Jaesa and some others, he nevertheless waved his hand in a gesture for the dude to come join Vesper and himself once he had finished helping the others.

“Funnel cake, funnel cake..” The Padawan scanned the crowd, glancing between festival goers as he searched. After a few moments, he spotted a few stalls selling food in the distance. “Bingo.” He grinned at Vesper and started leading the way, moving towards what was hopefully some fried food.

@Sreeya @Logan @lizziie @The Good Doctor @Wit

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

There is an ominous sensation of nervousness that clings just beneath his viridian scaled skin, a biting chill that eats across his spine, and thorny tangles that coil like serpents around his fast beating hearts. It is a grim thing, to slip within the confines of this grand party, not as a blessed savior, but as a wretched creature of darkness and dreary guilt, for among this crowd stood one that had seen the destruction of Kashyyyk within his own eyes, reflected upon the glass of his Interceptor's cockpit.

But then, that was why he was here. It was why they were all here, but his background was quite a bit different from the rest. There was a peace in knowing that he was little more than a stranger among them, a faceless figure of whom they had never met. This was not Darth Andruil aboard her wicked Dreadnought. This was not Raze with freezing mist that hung stubbornly within the surrounding atmosphere. This was not the vibrant markings of a vicious Zabrak lord. This was... Krinn.

Just Krinn.

Unremarkable. Unknown. Bland. And... he didn't mind. Perhaps he should, as a Sith. But Kashyyyk had shocked him out of that pursuit for fame and power, however temporary it might be. And with budding Syndicate relations... perhaps that was for the better.

He is tired, and ill, the product of sleepless nights, meager pickings of unhealthy meals, and the evolving alcoholism that clings to his breath and rings his large eyes with baggy shadows. At the very least, he was smart enough to put on clothes. Not merely a dark robe, no. Casual, albeit loosely fitting black pants and simple white T-shirt wrapped in a rather cheap looking green vest, lightly floral patterned with faint swirls of pale gold. It's not an expensive or attractive outfit by any means, but he had tried. Krinn had no interest in standing out, anyways. He wasn't here to mingle.

His mind churns with fears and concerns, because Krinn was many things, a coward included. There would be recordings, streams, holo-net sensations of this event, all of which he'd seek to avoid, because the questions that they would pose might turn out to be deadly. He was not here to spread Sith ideals. He was not here for the Empire.

Selfish. Always so very selfish.

But perhaps it didn't matter, because the anger that simmered just underneath his flesh now had a target that had not been known before. It burned with a passion not unlike most Sith, but it was directed at something entirely different, not of hatred for the Jedi, or a desire for authority. This was not flickering hunger for power. It was a vendetta. A bitter and shriveled thing, one that likely could not be tolerated. His biting fury was directed at something it simply could not be.

The Sith.

And so, there was the conundrum.

But anger was fuel, no matter it's target. This, Krinn knew well. Perhaps he could put it to good use in getting over this depression that he had found himself within. He had but one obstacle to overcome, and that was the destruction of Kashyyyk, the planet that still burned within his dreams. He'd get over it. He had to. That was why he was here, to confront this guilt, these vile, bitter memories that should not cause him so much harm.

So why did it?

He's confident enough that the problem would soon be solved. Krinn is weaponless, because he had come to the festival for it's intended purpose. There would be no trouble by his hands, and while he had never been much good at hiding himself from other force sensitives, he could at least offer a passive aura, one that promised peace. Krinn moves quietly through the crowded festival grounds, the music ringing through his thoughts, a jarring distraction that he supposed he did not mind. There were plenty of things to peer at, to ogle and buy. But nothing that caught Krinn's interest. Luckily, that wouldn't be necessary. There was a stand available for direct donations to the relief effort.

Krinn heads straight there.

 

[Tazlen Axil]

Tazlen felt an article of clothing sail out of nowhere and land on his head. He briefly looked around for the source, shrugged and casually tossed it aside. A girl (@llamallove )asked him to take a picture and he was about to open his mouth when he spotted someone approaching him. Tazlen looked over and clapped a hand on the Mirialan's (@Scoobert)shoulder, "Thanks for volunteering!"

The Knight focused back on the bulky woman (@lizziie )that walked over and asked to be helped up. He followed her line of sight towards where people were surfing the crowds and had to resist the urge to raise an eyebrow. Nevertheless, he smiled and stepped forth to help.

Still in the fog of a contact high, he decided to take the lazy route. The Force would coil around Jaesa, and she was suddenly hoisted into the air and lifted towards the crowds, dispelling any concerns about his ‘lanky’ stature. Tazlen stared at her with mild amusement as he floated her up, taking a swig of his drink as he did so.

“Broooo are you doing that? Like what? Is that the Farce?”

Tazlen tilted his head to look over at a group of college kids that stared in fascination and mild fear.

“Naw,” Tazlen drawled, “It’s the shrooms and purple drink,” He said cheerfully.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” The college students echoed in a chorus as they turned to watch Jaesa float around briefly before she was gently placed over the crowds. From there, she would easily be moved around by the audience carrying her. Tazlen gave Jaesa a thumbs up, watching her for a while.

He looked over to the side to catch Zayn motioning for him as he and Vesper made a beeline for snacks. Tazlen simply grinned at them before glancing back towards Jaesa, waiting to see if she wanted to come back down or disappear further into the crowd.

@Altaris

 

[Dimetri Unduli]

Well it seemed that Dimetri was on camera duty now. Kindly he would smile without teeth showing and take the camera to snap a few photos of the fan and Jon. It was weird, he didn't know Jon was an actor. Oh well, anyone that wants to do things for the good can learn the ways of the Jedi he supposed.

Once the photos were over he would hand the camera back to the young lady and then turn away to look at the stage and nod his head along to the beat of the music. The song playing wasn't always the favorite but it had it's ups and downs. Pros and cons. That's how most music was these days. The words have already been said many times by people of the past, that when new music comes out it's the same message just worded differently.

Then looking over he saw a people crowd surfing and others drinking to high hell. The Jedi know how to party it seemed. The horror stories of potlucks made him think otherwise.

People would pass by him and bump into him and forget to apologize since they're drunk, it was fine. He didn't expect anything less. Though he did feel that the music could be better. Just then a new band come out and started playing one of their songs of which changed the setting entirely. It was definitely Dimetri's style. Something about grit and rock put together was just perfect.

@Wit @lizziie @Logan @Sreeya @Altaris @Nevermourn