Open Take Five

[Darth Stolas]

MUSIC
[Open to Sith or attackers from Eiattu only, others may ask or be invited]
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The invasion of Eiattu had gone smoothly, with little resistance and a clean end to the fighting. Only the palace had been targeted, corvettes were captured in the space battle above, and the royal family had surrendered under duress. The soldier boy had also turned out to be just fine after crashing on Naboo, and so Morgan had decided some rest and relaxation was in order.

To that end a high end resort within Cloud City had been reserved through means of his connections. Sith influence had been subtly spread and advanced by Morgan and Emryc not too long ago and between that and a little palm greasing they basically had the run of the resort to themselves. Several others who had been on Eiattu with Morgan had also been invited along with an extra Sith or two he knew, sent personalized holonet messages with details, location instructions, and so on. Others were also welcome to attend, so long as no guests caused undue ruckus.

Troublemakers would be thrown shamelessly under the nearest standard issue Cloud bus without a moment's hesitation. Security from Cloud City unobtrusively hung around nearby the complex since the event was considered a VIP affair, though the resort did have its own security holed up in their office and at the front desk.

The resort itself was surprisingly lush, despite its place on a floating city. Plants and running water near-flawlessly mimicked a tropical paradise, carefully tended trees and vines growing over the outside surfaces. A massive, transparent dome covered the entire complex to offer a crystal clear view of Bespin's cloud formations and the array of vibrant colours as the sunlight streaked through them while also being sturdy enough to withstand a crashing light freighter.

A mix of pricy droids and organic servants of varied gender and little clothing moved about serving the needs of some of the soldiers who survived Morgan landing in the throne room or lead the assaults on enemy corvettes. Every material that made up the complex was expensive and imported, from fine polished woods and silken carpet on the floors, to precious metals accents and hand crafted stone on the walls.

There were steam rooms, massage parlors, full indoor and outdoor spa arrangements, hot tubs, an upscale bar and dining area, smoking lounge, guest suites, offices for business use, and many more amenities besides. In the outside area was a massive pool that more resembled an artificial saltwater lake, which was where Morgan was at the moment. Smooth and low-key jatz music played from concealed speakers, drifting over the resort and blending in atop the other sounds.

Dressed in a breathable mauve chersilk lounge robe overtop comfortable pants and simple shirt woven from sable cyrene, he was currently stretched languidly across a very comfortable lounge chair being served a fresh drink and bowl of mixed fruits by a blue-skinned Pantoran woman, his attendant for his stay. She had quickly proven to be decently adept at playing his games, and beside that the soft pinks and oranges she wore complimented her natural shades nicely.

Veda pearls, one hanging from each ear just behind a contrasting electrum stud, glinted in the sun as he turned to regard her directly, gold-rimmed sunglasses lowered slightly down his nose. He ashed his cigarra in the tray next to his chair, grinning at a subtly baudy joke she'd told and popping a berry into his mouth.

Morgan was having a great time, but the other guests were important too. He turned to see if any of the other Sith had arrived yet and how well they were handling a setting that wasn't as dark and gloomy as Sullust.

@Dread @GABA @Phoenix @Nefieslab @Wit @Arclight

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Eiattu was not as Tiamat had expected and she was more than relieved that it was over as quickly as it had started. When Morgan had suggested to follow up the victory with some time at a spa, Tiamat would admit she was skeptical. She was certain some Sith she had met probably believed spa day meant bathing in the blood of their enemies, but with Morgan's description, she was not disappointed when she had arrived to the Bespin resort. She had several treatments lined up and had already started her day with a Naboo clay facial and hot stone massage, and now was slowly taking laps in the salt water pool across from where Morgan was lounging.

It felt too long to be back in the water; it wasn't the ocean she was familiar with, but the warm, smooth mineral waters felt wonders against her skin. She took an opportunity to submerge herself, her red hair floated around her head until she broke the surface, less gracefully pulling back the wet locks as she swam to the ledge where her light blue Twi'lek attendant was waiting with her robe and bowl of fresh fruit.

Tiamat thought it was delightful to have someone wait on her, a new experience for certain, but not disappointed. She folded her arms on the ledge to relax after adjust the shoulder strap of her white two-piece. Her attendant knelt down to help her out, but she gestured for him to sit also; she twisted her red hair over her shoulder to feel the sunlight on her back, her attendant offering some of her favorite fruits, one piece at a time.

"Morgan, you have the greatest ideas." she told him and took citrus wedge from her attendant.

@Dread @Mr. Teatime @Phoenix @Nefieslab @Wit @Arclight

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

Well this was certainly a welcome treat, escaping from the duality of a life as both Bakura's Planetary Governor and the secretive Sith Lord manipulating the Government and populace to gradually bend the planet to the will of the Sith Order. Working away in the shadows, funnelling resources into the Order's coffers as well as pushing though the bill to rebuild the Bakuran Defence Fleet, along with spreading the growing influence of Darth Raze's Independent Systems movement to Bakura's neighbouring systems,
coercing Endor and Rattatak into accepting planetary aid and leadership from Bakura.

More so was the treat, that Bakura was now in full swing of it's winter seasonal cycle, which much of the planet being awash in a blanket of ice and snow - as much as the Sith Lord was fond for her home world, she would not deny that during this point in its annual cycle, the planet was such a dull and dreary place. Combine that with the promise of pampering and decadence being offered by the Spa facilities on Bespin, the journey was one met with anticipation.

Having already made use of the Spa facility's offering, indulging in a full body massage and a few hours cycling between sauna and ice bath treatments, the Sith Lord had now found herself unwinding by the pool side bar and fire pit. Lounging on a recliner, wrapped in a white Shimmersilk robe draped over her bathing costume - the Sith lord set her book down on the side table, before reaching for the glass of Fruit punch mixed with Merenzane Gold and bringing it up to her lips. Savouring the fruity combination of fruits and sweet tasting alcohol for a moment, before setting the glass back down and laying back against the back of the recliner.

A rare sight could be seen as the Sith lord eased herself back into padding of the recliner, a content smile crossing her features as at least for the moment, and hopefully for as long as they had the run of the high end facility, she like the rest of the Sith could relax and unwind without having to worry or contend with their respective battlefields, be it within the front lines out in the open or influencing governments and Senators from within the shadows.

 

[Lorcan]

Spas?

Well Lorcan had never really been to a spa before but he had a vague understanding about how they worked. The whole place reeked of credits being absolutely wasted by people who had never had to face any financial hardship in their lives. Soft people who raged about ‘injustices’ done to them that would have counted as massive good fortune back on the underlevels of Coruscant.

Still, he had ‘made it’ better than his parents or the rest of the neighborhood so what did it matter to him? It didn’t.

Lorcan wandered through the spa, looking it over with a critical eye even as an attendant droid followed him with a set of robes.

“Sir please I must insist you wear a robe at least!”

Raising an eyebrow, Lorcan almost strutted through the spa without a stitch on and half of it was because he wanted to see how long it took before the droid tried to make him. And the other half was because he honestly didn’t care. He had made sure to check the ages of the people attending though - he might be a murderer for hire but he wasn't going to expose himself to minors, that was truly disgustingly evil stuff.

Thankfully everyone here was an adult so he nodded to the Cervics woman ( @Darth Ceryx ) and the Twomath girl ( @Tiamat ) as he passed, enjoying the distressed droid's screeching. Finally he sat down in a lounger beside Morgan with a small sigh, a glass of something bright blue and fruity in a glass in hand.

He had insisted on the spiral straw.

Lorcan sipped at the cocktail and eyed Morgan for a second before relaxing and looking up at the ceiling.

“So is this the Sith Sex Cult stuff I’ve been hearing about?” he asked with a grin, “I don’t look as good in bath robes as you guys.”

@Mr. Teatime @GABA @Topher

 

[Renfry]

When Renfry received an invitation to come to a spa the first thing she'd done was search the holonet to figure out what a spa was. So you just go and... sit there? Ultimately, she'd shrugged, made for the resort, and decided to give it a try.

Like the others, she wore a robe over her bathing suit, and headed toward the spa area. As she arrived, she started looking at the people gathered and couldn't keep from scrunching up her face at the first people she saw. Did that person have fruit on her eyes? What... just why?! Was she going to have to do that too? No, she refused. No one was going to stick fruit on her face, she decided, shaking her head as she continued onward, searching for anyone she recognized.

She kept looking around and everything was so... fancy. She got the vague feeling that everything she saw or touched was worth more than everything she owned, and that made her feel a tad bit uncomfortable. Perhaps coming here was a mistake. This wasn't her domain at all. What was she even supposed to be doing?

Thankfully, it didn't take long to find people she recognized - namely Morgan and Lyra - and the Sith Lady who she had seen before but never properly met, which distracted her from how out of place she felt. She made her way inside, for a fraction of a second standing awkwardly as if a deer caught in headlights, before deciding that she literally could not go wrong by just sitting down somewhere.

What am I supposed to do now? she wondered to herself before one of the servers quickly closed in to ask her if she'd like something to drink. Not having planned for that either, she ordered a Muja juice and watched the waiter scurry away to fetch it. That was odd. They just... went and got whatever she asked for. Weird.

Well, and then there was the naked guy too. She was positive that Emryc had told her that wasn't appropriate. Surely he wasn't wrong, so... what was with the naked guy? Yeah, this whole thing was weird. And yet if she'd actually taken the time to think about it, it was quite relaxing. The chair was cushy, the robe was nice, and there were... was that a hot tub? That looked nice, maybe she'd try that out!

 

[Darth Malicia]

Malicia actively worked against the coldness that tended to follow her everywhere. It was not suited to this situation, as far as she was aware. She'd taken up time to study what a 'spa' was so that she could at least have an understanding of it.

A robe draped over her as well, though it had been custom made to comfortably fit her smaller size and stature. Her noble status, connections and coin came with some perks, such as having outfits made to blend in. This time she allowed her long, colourless hair to flow freely over her shoulders, in contrast to her complex up dos she usually had on Serenno.

An employee lead her towards where the rest of the Sith were. Her eyes drifted over the others. While she did not know Morgan personally, she knew he was capable because of Eiattu. She knew of Timat as well, but not much. Darth Ceryx she'd had many dealings with. Renfry, who Malicia nodded to, also crossed her vision... and so did a naked man.

Malicia was about to step closer to the group when she overheard something from the naked man, “So is this the Sith Sex Cult stuff I’ve been hearing about?”

With that, she turned a random direction and started walking. It happened to bring her to the side of a hot tub. After all her experiences with spirits and rituals, water wasn't exactly something she enjoyed. Still, she forced herself to shed her robe anyway. The cloth fell down her lithe form, making way for the hot water she stepped into. It was warm enough for her to feel it, so leaned back and allowed her body to somewhat relax.

 

[Darth Stolas]

A little buzz in the Pantoran girl's ear- her name Ilana, apparently- informed her, and thus Morgan when she mentioned it, that all the VIP guests had been accounted for. This was excellent news, since he hadn't merely invited them, but arranged for other little things along the way. Soon.

He thanked her for the information and turned to Tiamat in the pool, who seemed to be quite enjoying being served by a the Twi'lek. Morgan grinned over at her, head tilted slightly to take in this new look of hers. Sunlight glinted off the thick and waterlogged hair, making it resemble lit flames at the right angles. She really did have quite a lot of it, didn't she?

"Naturally. I invited you, didn't I?" he answered, attention quickly caught by the sound of bare footsteps and the mix of amusement and alarm that found its way across Ilana's face, not to mention the loud protests of a service droid. Morgan turned and saw a very not clothed Lorcan settling into an adjacent lounger and raised a brow. Golden eyes looked over him and his drink for a moment before he turned back to Ilana with a small pout.

Ilana retrieved a spiral straw from a tray and dropped it into Morgan's drink.

"Thank you," he said in a sing-song voice, turning back around to look at Lorcan, eyes glinting with a mischievous and amused expression. "It is not, those are on Zeltros," Morgan answered, his eyes dropping a little. "You look a little cold without a robe,"

Ceryx had also found a comfortable position, book and drink in hand, far away from the troubles she bounced between. A little relaxation was good for such a busy person. Morgan had also caught the arrivals of Renfry and Malicia, both of whom had wandered back inside shortly after. The young Sith grinned broadly, flashing fangs, and turned to Ilana. He leaned in a little to whisper conspiratorially.

"It is time."

From inside the resort complex three service droids emerged shortly after, each of them carrying a large basket. They split up and headed over to the different people outside to deliver their packages, as ordered.

(@Tiamat) One placed a basket before Tia a safe distance from the pool, adorned in different kinds of flowers in orange, yellow, blue, and pink. A very pale pink-white lace wrapped gracefully across the handle in the same style as classic ballet shoes. Inside were a variety of high-end hair care products for hair like hers, sweet and savory snacks, a small collection of three songs Morgan had written for her style of dancing on a sealed audiocard.

Set at the side were two bottles, one of an expensive Serreno champaign with a glittery sticky note that just said 'Happy Birthday c:' on it, and the other a fragrant, sweet, and fruity blossom wine from Naboo with a ring around the neck. It was a wooden ring, formed from a Wroshyr sapling and embedded with five small gemstones: red, blue, green, black, and white. Atop everything else was a little white box with a red, gold, and green bow stuck to the lid.

The basket placed on the table next to @Lorcan was smaller, but no less planned. Corellian bourbon bottled during the Imperial era, a gift card and voucher both for a high class Bespin "entertainment house", several delivery receipts for weapons, ammunition, and explosives waiting at his ship, a wide brimmed and hand made rancor leather hat. Beside a container of five hand rolled cigars with a cutter sat a simple black envelope containing a job offer and the contract for it, should he accept.

@Darth Ceryx , clearly a high class and noble lady, was given more unusual items. Her basket had decorative strings of gold and red forming cloud-like patterns around it. Black, yellow, and blue roses in a small bouquet were tied to the handle. Within lay a silver necklace inlaid with glittering veda pearls and a single corusca gem glimmering at its heart, a voucher for a three day visit to the resort good for the next five years, a full set of figurines of the Four Sages of Dwartii, and a digital copy of their entire philisophical works. Two bottle of Firrerereon wine, one dry and one sweet, lay to the sides. They had a strength more akin to brandy, but even so.

Back inside the resort, the two ladies who had avoided the awkward socialization part couldn't escape what was coming for them.

A floating, gold-painted droid floated in flanked by two more basket-bearing service droids. The floating droid slowly approached the edge of the bubbling hot tub and turned to face Malicia, in particular.

Without warning there was the sound of a party horn, immediately joined by a burst of confetti, falling slowly into the water, and cheering that came from the droid's vocabulator. The confetti was not mere paper, but instead served a purpose similar to a bath bomb, filling the hot tub with the scents of fresh roses and herbs. The mix of products inside would prove excellent for skin, as well.

One service droid stepped forward and presented a basket to @Darth Malicia, laced in black and white and interwoven with flowers in the same colours, broken up by six orchids in alternating yellow, pink, and blue. Nestled inside was a collection of candies from across the galaxy, chocolate, fruit, sugar-spun clouds and glittering sweet gemstones. Taking up most of the space inside was a cloak, atop which sat an aurodium signet ring that bore the symbol of her power base.

The cloak itself was cut in the style of Serenno nobility, flowing and with rib patterned shoulders, though curving lines dropped from the shoulders in imitation of Malicia's flowing white hair woven from silver threads. The rest was black cyrene silk, soft and comfortable, while the clasp and fine chain were crafted of silver, polished phrik. In a corner was a kind of Epicant wine, smooth and herbaceous.

@Renfry was also presented a basket, adorned with a flower each native to Dathomir, Firrerre, and Naboo along with a collection of colourful wildflowers. Inside were several bottles of different spice mixtures and a little book with recipes to use them for, an elegant hair metal pin patterned after a particularly rare and beautiful lotus found in the depths of Dathomir's swamps in purple and gold with a fire ruby set in the center, and a folded deep green and black nightgown, fairly translucent in places, woven from nano-silk.

A fine silver box concealed an ivory comb and mirror for her hair, as well as a golden clasp bracelet inscribed with symbols of the Fanged Goddess across its surface, each bright red sarrassian. A sein jewel, deep red and self-illuminating, sat in the center of a circle of the markings. As with the rest, tucked into a corner was another bottle, though in this case it was Firrerreon whiskey, alarmingly strong by human standards.

@Moridin was also due a gift, though he hadn't shown himself yet so it would simply be waiting for him in his room.

Morgan took a drag of his cigarra, a premium brand that sat within a holder held delicately between two fingers, and allowed the smoke to leave his lips in dancing wisps. Today was going to be fun, oh yes. He hoped the others liked their gifts.

@Dread @GABA @Phoenix @Nefieslab @Wit

 

[Renfry]

Renfry continued to sit in her chair as the attendant brought back her juice, which she took and began sipping on, thankful for something to do with her hands while she sat there.

She saw Malicia enter and give her a nod and she returned a smile of her own. It was nice to see someone else she knew and was somewhat comfortable with. Something about this setting just managed to make her feel very out of place.

She'd, of course, not heard Morgan's whisper regarding, well, anything that unfolded, and so when the party horn and confetti exploded it caused her to jump in alarm before snickering slightly. Her assumption was that this was normal procedure, so she was on the lookout for further bursts from here on out.

And then came the gifts. The attendant came and presented it to Renfry who looked at it with a skeptical gaze for a long moment. Was giving gifts part of a normal spa experience? She sat up a little straighter, peering into the basket without taking it when she started to recognize things inside of it.

Those were Dathomir flowers. Her eyes went wide and she took the basket, looking through it gently but eagerly. This was certainly not something put together by the resort, and thus she was left with the realization that it must have been from Morgan.

She lifted the Dathomirian flower to her nose, taking in the scent that immediately took her back to her home and brought a small smile to her lips.

She continued looking through the rest of the items and was in awe. Many of the items were beautiful and hearkened back to her home and things that were important to her. It was a rare moment that she received a gift from another, and this one topped all others.

She slipped the bracelet on, pausing a moment to marvel at it before standing and making her way over to Morgan.

Thank you. This is... well, thank you, she said. She wasn't sure what else she was supposed to say or do. She had no gift to give in return and even if she could put something together quickly, it wouldn't have been nearly so thoughtful.

She glanced over to see that the naked man had received one as well, which surprised her. She thought the man was some sort of hired entertainer or... older profession, but it appeared he was a guest as well. Huh, well then.

@Dread @GABA @Mr. Teatime @Nefieslab @Topher

 

[Lorcan]

Lorcan raised an eyebrow as he watched several different people show up. The Nightsister was a small-titty Goth GF in the making and looked about as awkward as anyone could possibly ever look. He noted that she was looking at him but he didn’t shy away, taking the time to make eye contact instead as he took a long sip using the spiral straw.

“Afternoon.”

Then there was the pale human woman who heard what he had said about the sex cult and took it as her cue to hide in the corner by a hot tub. He shrugged a little bit – some people weren’t able to take a joke and that was so much not his problem it looped back around again to being funny. Morgan spoke in that rich-boy accent of his (though literally any accent other than 1100 level of Coruscant underworld was ‘rich’ to Lorcan) and Lorcan blinked before looking down at himself.

He nodded after a second.

“Getting a bit nipple-y, yeah I guess.”

Probably a dick comment actually but it wasn’t his job to stand to attention for the guy just because he paid him decent credits. The basket set beside his lounger was unexpected though and he could see from the others that it was apparently gift-giving season.

The bourbon? Very nice – he drank bourbon! He didn’t know if it would still be any good though because it seemed pretty old but he figured he would taste it later and find out.

The vouchers for the escort service he just kind of looked at for a moment before putting them back into the basket. It wasn’t for him but they said the thought was what counted right? Well the thought behind the weapons shipments was VERY much more appreciated as evidenced by the manic little cackle he let out before taking out the hat. He pressed it onto his head for a second to make sure it fit before dropping it onto his lap.

After all, if he was technically wearing an article of clothing then the droid couldn’t say he was naked. Even if he wasn’t wearing it right.

“Oh?” he read through the job offer and contract before accepting a pen from the droid that had been following him, signing his name with a flourish, “Okay… maybe I should stand to attention for you? Yeah seems appropriate.”

Lorcan stood from the lounger and stood at attention before saluting Morgan in full seriousness as though he had never left the Rangers… the hat fell off his lap as he stood but that didn’t matter right?

@Phoenix @Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Malicia]

Malicia was thoroughly confused about what was happening in front of her. First, a droid held out a popper without warning and let its contents spill into the tub. Colourful chaos accompanied by a "POP". Of course she knew what a popper was but quickly after some of the colourful slips from it were... sizzling? The confetti was making noises in the water.

More specifically, there were things hissing in the water, leaving a strong smell behind.

Though she was able to hide her concern, Malicia choose to observe instead of having a first-hand experience of whatever was happening. She moved out of the water, taking a seat placed conveniently nearby the tub.

But, her attention turned to another droid when it handed her a basket. Her gaze lingered on it for a handful of seconds. A gift... for her?

She held back a look of surprise and slowly raised her hands, bringing the basket to her. The thing was nearly her size and took up her entire lap, but she didn't mind. It was extravagantly decorated which caught her attention, and she ran a hand along one of the blue orchids as her near-empty eyes traced it. She wasn't certain what to do with it, though she quickly noticed the droid was still nearby... which irritated her. She raised her gaze, one that instantly became icy cold.

"May I get my lady a drink? What about a masseuse or two?" it buzzed.

But Malicia didn't reply. Her icy gaze remained locked firmly on the droid.

The servant droid let let out a mechanical cough, turning and walking away. "At least say something," it muttered to itself.

Now that she—hopefully—didn't have an audience she looked down at the basket again. She could see... candy? Malicia finally gave into her curiosity and reached in, plucking out some sort of wrapped item. Assuming it was food she tore apart the wrapper and took a bite. It was soft and melted smoothly in her mouth. A fruity flavour took over her tastebuds, and though she didn't know exactly what type of fruit it was, she smiled slightly in reaction. She reached in after and quickly became carried away with rifling through the candies in the basket.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

Well the question as to whether it was a case of if, not when that someone would get a little too amorous, was well and truly answered. Desite the initial belief that perhaps once the effects of alcohol had started to take effect, then some of the more boisterous and outward going of the Sith ranks would shed their inhibitions and start exposing themselves - one of those who had arrived seemed to skip the alcohol and get it all out in the open. Turning her head to the side as the sound of footsteps drew close to her side, the Sith lord's sight fell upon Lorca's naked manhood passing right at her eye level. Bolting up in her seat, the inital shocked response was carried into Ceryx reaching off to the side table to pick up her beverage in an attempt to mask the shocked nature of her reaction.

Raising her gaze up to meet Lorcan's eyes, catching the polite and casual nod being offered to her, Ceryx raised her glass in greeting, offering a polite smile before turning her gaze else where, so to avoid catching the passing view of the man's rear. The view of Lorcan's man hood was enough for the time being, the last thing she wanted to see was a hairy backside before she slunk back against her lounger and closed her eyes.

Once Lorcan had safely moved out of her immediate sight, the blonde Sith set her drink back down on the table side, before returning back to her lounging. Her mind had started to ebb away back into a state of contentment and relaxation, for but a spell longer, before her ears picked up on the sound of mechanical movement closing in on her side. An inquisitive eyebrow arched on her features before she opened her eyes, her chestnut hued gaze setting upon a service droid baring a basket of sorts.

Cocking her head to the side slightly as she eased herself back into an upright position, Ceryx's gaze flitted between the basket and the service droid, before looking over the rest of those who had gathered within the Spa, seeing that for the best part all of the attendees, baring Morgan had a service droid standing before them baring gifts. A smile crossing her features as she politely thanked the droid as it set the basket down by her feed, before it shuffled off back to its duties. A wave of curiosity flashed over the Sith Lord's mind, over the nature and reasoning behind the surprise gifting - though it was short lived, dwelling too much on the machinations of others was a dangerous activity.

Taking a moment to look over the ornate and decorated patterns woven around the basket, the Sith Lord's features shifted over various expressions of curiosity and a degree of awe. The Spa in itself was indulgence and decadence, and that carried over into the way they had prepared the baskets, no doubt under the instruction of their gracious host. Lifting out the small bouquet of flowers, Ceryx's alabaster fingers lightly brushed over the delicate petals before sniffing the pleasant scent of fresh cut flowers - eliciting a sigh as she savoured the delicate scent. Her attention moved to the rest of the contents, setting the flowers down gently at the edge of the basket, Ceryx, looked over the card containing the voucher for a three day visit to the resort - a smile crossing her features, knowing she would certainly be putting in a return visit to the facility.

Her attention moved over to the small case, gingerly lifting the lid open it was difficult to shield a slight gasp at the sight of the ornate Jewellery, the shimmering silver metal, metallic pearls and the corusca gem set within the centre was certainly something to behold, not because of the worth but the level of craftsmanship that had been committed to creating such a piece. of art. Peeling herself away from her moment of acting like a magpie, the attention shifted over towards the remainder of the basket's contents. Fine wines and brandies, which would certainly be put to good use after a long day's work - and finally perhaps the most thoughtful of the gifts, which certainly shown that Morgan had certainly done his research. Was the statuettes of the Dwartii sages, complete with the digital copy of their complete written works on Philosophy - a collection that was perhaps as rare a find as a Jedi visiting a brothel, the only way anyone could get access to the complete collection was by special permission within the Orboa Skai archives.

A deep sigh escaped the Lord's lips as she neatly and carefully returned the gifts into the hamper, before offering Morgan a genuine and warm smile as she nodded and mouthed "Thank you" in appreciation of the host's generosity. Her attention moved to one of the passing service droids, before quickly flagging it down. "The unopened bottle of T'iil-T'iil, sat behind the main restaurant bar. Please charge it direct to my personal account, and present it to our host with my compliments and gratitude" The Sith Lord instructed, before settling back into her seat as the droid shuffled away - Morgan's act of hospitality would not go unrecognised in the Sith Lord's eye, she hoped that a rare vintage alcohol perhaps one of the few that still remained after the destruction of Alderaan would fittingly convey her appreciation.

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She chewed happily to the fruit, savoring the sweet, tangy bite and she looked to her attendant, who was ready with another slice. This time Tiamat let him pop it into her mouth as Morgan smoothly replied, she felt if she were not in the pool, she was feeling delighted enough to twirl. However, her attention was taken to a man who strolled in the full nude, asking about a Sith Sex Cult. The twi'lek looked concerned as she glanced to him and then to Lorcan with a death glare, thinking the man was some looney who happened to get inside by mistake. However, when Morgan addressed him, Tiamat was was not comforted that he was still hanging around as he took a seat on the chair.

She was not left to think on it any further as the room suddenly filled with droid attendants carrying baskets. Each one was given to guests and Tiamat's was set just out of reach. Her blue eyes widened with surprise, suddenly very aware the was having a hard time remembering the last she had received a gift, let alone how to react to such a gesture. The twi'lek moved the basket closer for her to see and held open a towel to dry her arms and hands so she could each item as he gingerly unpacked the items. She felt pressed one of the larger flowers to her nose to smell its aroma. He held up the hair products and opened one of the bottles for her to smell it. Tia nodded in approval while he lifted each of the snacks and then showed her the audiocard. She gasped with awe, noting what she was going to listen to during her morning drills. She looked at the bottles of wine and champagne, to which one noted her birthday wishes and the other a ring.

Though it was the small white box the Twi'lek held up for her to see that drew in the girl's attention. The colors looked familiar, reminding her of the ship that Morgan had and when he opened the box, the girl recognized the access key instantly.

"Morgan?" she held it up and then pulled herself up out of the pool. The twi'lek stood ready with a towel, and she waved it away, approaching, "This is yours?" she questioned, confused.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Moridin]

Moridin had never been to a spa, and for some reason it made him nervous. Going into battle was nothing compared to this, he'd much rather be facing a sea of sabers right now instead of being here. So when he had reached the changing room he had spent way longer than the rest to get ready. He stepped out from the changing room, the pupper perched atop his head with a hat atop its head. It had been a gift from Morgan, and the little monster seemed to like it. The thought of his little friend with the hat was so cute that it calmed him enough to brave what was to come.

That was till he saw the naked man walking towards the gathering, and all color vanished from his face. Was that the expected dress code? He had heard talk of the Sith sex cults, but he had assumed it was all a joke. But what if it was true? Even more terrified than he had been moments earlier, he stood frozen for what must have been an eternity before turning around and stepping right back into the changing room.

Moments later he emerged once more, stark naked, but with his face covered behind his golden helmet. He walked with a false air of confidence, his face a terrified mess inside the confines of the helmet as he stepped into the main chamber where everyone was gathered.

Almost at once things started going wrong, he walked up to a server to gather a drink, and so shocked her with his naked body and covered face that she pulled back and sent her tray flying. Food and drinks went soaring through the air, and the naked acolyte could barely keep himself in check as he did his best to try and come up with something to say. Something funny, or smart, anything that would distract from the stupendousness of his actions, because as his eyes moved across the room he realized that clothes weren't as optional as the one man had made it seem.

"Food fight?" He whispered softly, the pupper yapping happily at the suggestion.

This was a disaster.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan cheerily sipped at his drink through the fun little straw, looking somewhere off into the sky while the gifts were given out. The distant sound of a party horn and confetti cannon drew out a grin. Naturally the two Sith least comfortable with settings like this resort got the most fanfare. Making up for lost celebration was the excuse he chose in advance.

Gold eyes half turned to regard Lorcan when he stood, a brow slightly raised. The man was the only invitee who wasn't also a Sith, but he'd fairly quickly agreed to do the job on Eiattu. It probably helped he'd been paid in advance with weaponry, but he still did good work and had little in the way of scruples. Just the sort of person Morgan wanted working for him.

"If you insist, Lorcan."

The young Sith offered an old fashioned salute in return, bowing his hand with a hand gently laid across his chest, then took another drag from his cigarra. He turned back around in time to catch Ceryx's mouthed thanks and gave her a little wave and a smile, pretending he couldn't hear her instructions to attendant. It was the polite thing to do.

Footsteps somewhere behind him drew his attention next, fanged grin flashing at Renfry as she made her way over. He caught sight of the bracelet she'd put on and tilted his toward her. "You're welcome," he said back with a casual wave of his cigarra wielding hand. "A lady deserves a nice thing or two from time to time, is this not so?"

Speaking of which, Tiamat had emerged from the salty depths, rearing her flaming head and holding a key to the Karma Chameleon. Morgan sat up a little straighter, an expression of amusement mixing with his grin. He hadn't actually flown in Tia's ship, but he had seen it and decided it was more like a coffin with what resembled engines attached. The Chameleon was only going to languish in a hangar somewhere anyway, so...

"Yours, actually," he corrected casually before sipping his drink and tapping the wooden side of the cigarra holder against an appropriate tray to ash it. "Unless you don't want it." Morgan fixed Tiamat with a friendly smile, having decided he liked her at the least because of their shared interest in performing arts and music. The Chameleon wasn't exactly a fancy ship, but it was better than something held together by duct tape and feeble hope and it danced nimbly through space all the same. "It suits you. Don't you think?"

Yet more panicked screaming made him roll his eyes before turning around to look. There was a server who'd freaked out just a little at the sight of yet another strange man without pants. Looked a lot like Moridin, and Morgan recognized the tiny hat adorning the pupper he held. It was an excellent hat.

Morgan whispered something to Ilana and she said something else into her earpiece before wandering off. Before long another droid arrived with several folded robes that were placed on a free table, one offered wordlessly to Moridin. As amusing as the affair was, participants getting kicked out would make it less fun.

Ilana also reappeared with a tray of small shot glasses and a large bottle, which was placed with practiced grace on a table while a droid got to work cleaning up the spilled mess somewhere behind him. It was a particularly strong but smooth clear liquor, frequently drunk straight. At least it wasn't Firrerreon so the others probably wouldn't die.

"So. Shots, anyone?" Morgan called out from his chair. Malicia still hadn't emerged from her den of warm bubbles and confetti but perhaps that would come with time. For now, though?

It was party time.

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[Lorcan]

Huh the blond chick, Darth Cervix, stared at him for a real long time... nah probably nothing to worry about. Despite their well deserved reputation, none of the Sith had tried to stab him or shoot lightning out their noses (or wherever the lightning came from) at him so she was probably just looking him over. Well he hadn't come equipped with any hidden weapons so he wasn't bothered - nothing she could see on him that wasn't shared by, like, half the room. And if she hadn't seen anything like it before? Well, he wasn't judging.

He appreciated that Morgan had saluted back to him because he would have looked like a right karking twat if he'd been the only one to salute. So points for the new boss not making him look like a karking moron. He would say something like 'better than the old boss' but, honestly, he'd never met his old boss. Aran had been busy as balls and he'd left before Buckethead McNoHumor could actually take a position.

Maybe? It was confusing, especially when he didn't care.

Lorcan spun at the scream and the sound of things falling, almost beginning to look for a weapon before he noticed the cause. Instead he walked across the room toward the man wearing only a helmet, making sure to affix his hat as he passed it. He nodded to the helmet-wearing man when he was only about a foot away from him.

"I see you copied my look." he declared dryly before grinning, "Cute dog. Cool helmet."

Aaaaand away from the man in the helmet he went, grabbing a robe on his way to where shots were being prepared. He was relaxed enough now that he didn't make a fuss and tied himself tightly into a robe. Lorcan grinned.

"I heard shots - and I always take the shot when ordered, Captain." he joked with Morgan with a wink, taking one of the shots, "Fair warning; I'm an awful drunk."

Not for the reason people expected but no one who sang show tunes when drunk was a 'good' drunk.

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[Darth Malicia]

Malicia finished a candy she was trying, it was sour and she'd come to the conclusion that she enjoyed it much more than the chocolates or purely sweet ones. It wouldn't exactly appear that way on her face however, because her eyes were still rather empty and expression cold, distant. Her default, on top of not exactly caring about where she was right now.

When a scream brought her head up, she noticed that most people grouped up and that the naked man was no longer naked. It was somewhat a relief. When her eyes settled over one of the people in the group they lowered back to her basket. She grabbed a candy, stood and made her way (with her bathing suit on) through the spa.

Unfortunately, another naked man caught her attention on the way, though her cold gaze landed on Renfry once she made it to the group. The Darth remained completely quiet as her arm slowly outstretched towards the Nightsister, her fingers opening to... drop a sour candy in Renfry's basket.

She turned to Morgan after, her gaze settling on him next. "Interesting ritual," she said, raising the basket somewhat. Obviously it was some sort of tradition since everyone got it. She looked down at the tray of drinks after. She'd drank before, several times during balls and meetings with other nobles on Serenno. Never drunk, of course, so she reached out and downed a shot.

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[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat's eyes widened with delight as he corrected her. It was now her ship, and she couldn't be more grateful for his gift; her current ship clearly made others nervous even though she trusted it to get her through hyperspace in one piece. She twirled with joy, "It suits me well!" she hummed turning to her attendant who now was carrying her basket and she tipped her head to the door wanting to go check it out. Feeling giddy, she nearly skipped out of the pool area and out into hall, stepping lightly and still only in her swimsuit as she headed toward the docks to see her ship. Her attendant following quickly behind her.

Though she wouldn't make it to the dock as she ran past a hall with several other spa-goers who were enjoying a facial. She stopped mid-step and back-peddled, her eyebrows rising with curiosity. Turning to her Twi'lek attendant she dropped the white box inside the basket, deciding to get herself a Chandrila clay facial, cucumber slices included. It was hard to pass it up and the redhead entered and was quickly seated and attended to, greeted with herbal aromas as she reclined in her seat.

She didn't think she would miss too much, she thought the rest of them were missing out on this.

 

[Renfry]

Despite her awkwardness, Morgan still handled her thanks graciously, for which she was also grateful. Yes, lots of gratitude to go around. So many grateful people being grateful.... She really needed to find something to do instead of standing around awkwardly.

Renfry decided the weird naked guy was someone she could go ahead and avoid, which was fine. Not the first, not the last. She decided to begin vacating the area just before he decided to stand to attention and she couldn't say she was sad about her decision.

Before she could manage to actually vacate there was another naked guy. What was it with these people? Screams and... a puppy? She was glad when Morgan had robes brought for all the naked parties involved, and thankful for the proposal of shots to

Renfry was momentarily oblivious to the candy placed in her basket as she made her way over to the drinks and taking one. She didn't drink often, but she decided this was probably as good a place as any to drink. Still, probably definitely certainly not best to get drunk. She'd made a right proper mess the last time she'd been drunk and didn't fancy a repeat. Though, Emryc wasn't here, so it was less likely.

She took one of the shots and quickly threw her head back, downing it in a single gulp. It burned all the way down but still left the Nightsister licking her lips. That was when her eyes fell to the candy in her basket. Had she missed that earlier? It must have been in there already?

Hm, she muttered quietly, picking it up and popping it in her mouth. Her mouth practically exploded. Dathomir wasn't a place with many sour things, and so Renfry's mouth immediately began to shoot with tingles and her face puckered up quite thoroughly and probably quite comically to anyone watching.

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

Her eyebrow arched as yet another naked Sith had entered the spa lounge, a slight grin crossing the Lords features as the thought that the managemeny of the facility would soon be desperate to implement a dress code enforcement policy in the weeks to come. If the earlier pleas and protests of the droid that had followed Lorcan when he had arrived, perhaps the policy was already in place - but then again when such a vast amount of credits had been exchanged for the exclusive run of the facility, certain policies could get ignored for the time being.

Her attention had been shifted towards Morgan as he openly invited the gathered Sith to join in with taking shots, a devilish grin spreading over her features at the invite. Many a night of revelling with her peers growing up on Bakura had the guarantee of doing shots, with the often result of half the night being nothing but a blur or a forgotten haze.

Setting her basket and possessions aside, the blonde Sith slid her feet off of the lounger and onto the floor. Walking over closer to the gathering, adjusting and tidying up her robe as she approached. Her eyes looking over the tray of shots briefly before she waved her had over a couple of the remaining shot glasses, summoning and manipulating the force before she snapped her fingers. The tops of the shot glasses sparked and then burned with a blue hued flame, reaching down to pick up one of the now flaming shots - before swiftly necking the burning alcohol.

A satisfying warmth ran thoughout her body as the liquid ran down her throat, creating a slight buzz. Though the problem with shots was, one wasn't enough.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan flashed his newest employee a fanged grin, but only after he'd actually put on a robe. Best not to upset the resort staff too much, although it certainly wasn't first time they'd seen such a thing. This place was at the top of the list for decadence and hedonism, frequented by corporate types and bourgeoise. Nudity was probably the least of the resort's concerns when it came to private parties.

"I doubt you're alone in that." Lorcan wasn't known for keeping his mouth shut when sober, but that sort of thing hardly bothered Morgan. Anything was better than dramatic speeches from those who had to right to give them and, besides which, it was kind of funny sometimes.

"Isn't it just?" he responded to Malicia, nodding slightly to acknowledge her reappearance. The baskets were curated for each person, obviously, and it had turned into something of a mixed celebration. There were more than a few things worth giving a gift or two amongst the gathered guests so Morgan figured he might as well add it to the schedule. Besides, what else was the point of inviting a bunch of Sith to a resort if not to live it up a little?

Tiamat's excitement over receiving a ship brought a small smile to the Firrerreo's face and he waved cheerily after her as she flounced away. Slender fingers lifted a glass from the tray and and raised it slightly, turning it slowly so the sunlight above sent a coruscating array of rainbow colours through the liquid within to splash across the floor.

"To victory." With a level of casual grace that didn't quite fit the motion he blew out the flames, downed his shot, and placed it back on the tray, rolling his shoulders slightly. Golden eyes looked around at the gathered people, now all together. Morgan smiled, glanced for a moment at Renfry, and stepped toward Malicia.

"Your silver hair really is marvelous," he began, expression changing to a half grin that still managed to accentuate his sharp fangs. A hand came up to indicate the facility proper. "It should be treated as dearly as aurodium, no?' At which point he began to walk toward the resort buildings, heading to the proper spa area.

Of all the qualities that could be fairly attributed to the average Sith, proper stress management was not one of them.

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