Open The Party Bus is Coming!

[Ashla Ti]

Party Bus, Skylanes, G'wenee​

OOC: Open to Sith

Music​

The G'wenee carnival, held each year in remembrance of some ancient excuse to party that no one remembered, was one of the rare events that coincided with one of the few official breaks in the Sith academic calendar. In remembrance of the birth, or death, or something, of an ancient Sith Lord the Sith as a whole took a day off to relax, unwind, recuperate. At least some did, most ended up on G'wenee to enjoy the carnival. The current crop of Sith Acolytes were no exception, and as a group they had descended on the unsuspecting world, brining with them their own brand of chaos to add to the festivities.

Putting together their what funds they had, the acolytes had tried to hire a party bus to enjoy the carnival the way it was meant to be. They had of course failed, their meager funds no where near enough to hire even the cheapest of part buses during the biggest party event of the year. So they had to do what they did best, Sith shit up and commander one. Of course, with money no longer a factor, they had found the highest rated bus they could find on Spelp.

For once dressed to fit in, Ashla pushed and shoved her in search of an ice-cooler, desperate for a drink. She crossed a make shift beer-pong table, a small circle surrounded with smoke, Force knew what was happening there, and a dart board where someone was trying to pull a dart out from the lekku of an obviously hammered Twi'lek. There was a lot of dancing going on above them, on the bus' open roof, and a lot of other random shit that she was too sober to make sense off. Before she could do any of that she needed a drink, having had one pepper too many at the chili eating contest someone had set up in the bathroom, and continued on her expedition through the revelers in search of one.

 

[Hagar Landell]

Hagar yawned. With the constant partying and the carnival season, they had been hosting practically without a pause. She grabbed a drink, fully aware that they were for customers, and also fully aware that the company was too short staffed to get her in any trouble.

——

One of the local gangs had gotten in a scuffle with her. More to the point, they had left her with two black eyes and five broken ribs. An assault to her dignity perhaps, but she had licked her wounds and moved on, only to find graffiti on her normal corner reading ”Outsider bitch, 8 PM”. Having street smarts often meant being branded as a coward, but two weeks with no roof would teach anyone it was better to be a living coward than a dead hero. So, Hagar packed her bags and half a pound of spice to get on the next train. She had cheated one too many people in a deal, pocketed one too many a valuable asset to be seen as harmless to the locals. Too bad really, she had liked that side of town.

The Q Line crossed the surface of Nar Shaddaa like a ragged scar. The opulent cities sparkled in the distance tauntingly as waste heaps and dilapidated buildings streaked passed the windows. Despite not being a particularly picky woman, at the next stop, Hagar departed from the sticky seats and grimy floors. A quick look around offered two options (well actually three, but she was not getting back on that filthy thing): buy a spot on a cruiser out or take a kitschy-looking bus. The lightness of her pockets indicated the bus was the wiser option. A long discussion with one of the entertainers on the skybus revealed that they were offering jobs, and from there it had been easy— they didn‘t even check for criminal records.

——

G’wenee was a nice enough place, if a bit glitzy around the holidays, not to mention far enough from Nar Shaddaa to be safe. She had been quite enjoying her time serving drinks, so when a togruta in relatively casual clothing walked up, she gave her a welcoming smile. “How can Ai help you?”

 

[Cairo Kisufi]

Imperial celebrations were a crucial part of Imperial propaganda. The old bread-and-circus campaign worked on interior Sith Words quite well; the Jedi, Republic, and Free Worlds Alliance restricted their conflict to border worlds, or worlds that had been taken deep within their territory. Civilian worlds within the Sith Empire, like G'wenee, would become homes to hope within the Sith Empire. Hope that, should the Sith with the war, days like this would become the norm. Rich celebrations and time spent with family, all in service of the growing Empire that protected them.

And the Sith could let loose when they needed to. He wore a casual outfit, his white t-shirt showing off his well-built arms, covered blue-and-black sleeve tattoos. He matched it with some light blue jeans, a pair of white sneakers, a beanie to cover his ears. It wasn't the most inspiring outfit, but it was well-styled for the day. He would save his best for the upcoming G'Wenee Carnival season; an event he hoped he would have more friends to hang with. Here? He wasn't sure - Altair and Cairo had texted about coming, but had agreed to arrive separately. Cairo boarded the party bus, already much less drunk and excited than many of the stuck-up acolytes on board. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Ashla, looking great. Cairo did a double take. He didn't think she had casual dress - maybe time with the Acolytes was starting to soften her up.

He went to approach her with his best 'Smooth Cairo' walk. Cocky grin, chest popped. But then, he slipped on the floor, covered already in beer and melting ice, and fell to the floor dramatically right before Ashla. He rose to his feet, awkwardly trying to strike a cool pose against a wall, before talking.

"Ashla! What's good? You want a drink?"

@Wit

 

[Anai Skhess]

Anai was, honestly, quite lost at the moment, but she was starting to get used to that feeling. Truth be told, she didn't even know why she was there. A couple days ago another acolyte explained to her how there was a "carnival party" about to happen and convinced her to come along, the Kaleesh acolyte deciding that she did need to understand a little better such customs of the galaxy, get out of her comfort zone and learn just what other acolytes did on their free time.

However, after searching for the definition of "carnival" at a library, she thought the party was going to be...Quite different, as right now she was one of the few people here to wear a mask, if not the only one. Of course, chances are she would've stood out regardless, seeing how a Kaleesh mask is probably not the right type of mask at a carnival, but between that and how the clothing that other acolyte lend her was quite small for her, she stood out like a tall, red sore thumb with tusks.

So, there she was, sitting awkwardly somewhere inside the bus, alone after the acolyte she came along with ditched her to dance with a pretty boy that hit on her, one of her hands on her Kaleesh mask as she wondered if she should take it off or not while she tried her best to get used to the loud music she had never heard of before, wondering how she ended up in some kind of strange metal vehicle full of people dancing weirdly for no apparent reason at all.

 

[Altair Din]

Altair almost considered not coming at all, given that he was missing his dramatic locks of hair. He had been texting with Cairo for a while with the Morellian trying his best to convince him to come. In the end, the Devaronian finally agreed. Already known to catch looks for his very different appearance, he felt even worse about it without his hair. Nevertheless, he forced himself to get dressed and join the party.

The acolyte was dressed in his usual slightly grungy and punk style, the sleeves of his jacket slightly rolled up to reveal various bracelets on his wrists. Though he was quite buff, he didn’t show it off too much beyond wearing low cut shirts that revealed his vibrant neck and chest tattoo. He spotted people glancing his way almost at once as he ducked his head through and arrived with his giant horns. He had the beginnings of soft, fuzzy hair on top of his head that was recently entirely bald.

Altair ignored the looks he got here and there, some fearful and others with morbid curiosity. He spotted Cairo (@Fine Dining Set )and made his way over. He beamed brightly at his buddy, clapping him on the back, “Sup man? Looking fresh,” He said with a glance at his tattoos. Violet gaze flicked over to Ashla (@Wit), visible surprise on his face. She looked stunning, and he had never seen her dress like that before. He found his gaze lingering longer than necessary. Altair decided to join Cairo in greeting her, but he didn’t miss the way the Morellian was also gawking at her.

They barely made it to Ashla when Cairo abruptly tripped. Altair thought fast, and moved his foot dramatically. He promptly helped Cairo up to his feet, “Oh shit, sorry man! That was my bad!” He made up on the spot, just so Ashla wouldn’t think Cairo ate shit for absolutely no fucking reason and accidentally tripped over Altair's boot instead. Altair glanced over at Ashla and gave her a smile.

“Yoooo! Great party!” He flashed her a toothy grin, hoping to distract from Cairo's mishap some more, “Hope your snack selection isn’t bugs though,” Altair clapped Cairo on the back again before stepping away to let the two talk. He made eye contact with his buddy from a distance, giving him a hopeful thumbs up before turning away from him.

Altair looked around till he spotted an acolyte woman (@Versok ) sitting in the corner that he hadn’t seen before. While he couldn’t tell what race she was, there was a very tribal look to her. Hands in his pockets, the Devaronian walked over towards her, ignoring the subtle whispers about him being a demon he heard along the way. Something told him this girl wouldn't consider him a freak of some sorts. Hopefully.

“Hey,” He said to the girl, “Sick mask,” He said with a grin, “You new?”

 

[Zoella Dorran]

Looking around, Zoella wasn't quite sure what to make of the vessel that cruised the G'wenee roadways. The other Acolytes called it a "party bus," but it was unlike anything the blonde teenager had sever seen.

Whatever it was, it was certainly a step down from the galas that the teenager had grown accustomed to attending when she lived in her father's household, but she did not consider that a problem. She wouldn't even call it an inconvenience. If anything, it was a relief. There were no dignitaries here, no grown-ups to ask you a thousand questions about your studies or your plans for the future. As if she had the slightest clue back then.

Well, there were probably grownups somewhere, bored to tears as they kept a less-than watchful eye on the teenagers and young adults. After all, the Sith weren't about to allow a group of adolescent Acolytes, most of whom lacked the advantage of a fully developed brain, party unattended on the planet of G'wenee. Right? Right?

Zoella didn't really care either way. Perhaps here, amongst her peers, she could be herself. Whoever that was. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, the teenager tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and plunged into the crowd in search of a familiar face.

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Finally Senin’s favourite time of the year had arrived, the Carnival. It was an entire week of parties where all inhibitions were thrown through the window and everyone could delight in all the pleasure that they wanted. Everything was allowed during this period, well except assassination and robbery.

This was why Ashla's idea of stealing a party bus caused some problems for him. Senin was forced to ask Maxim to help deal with it. At least the police dropped any investigation after it was revealed that the Sith were the ones involved in it. Even the owners of the bus said that there was no problem with it and they were going to give it as a gift to the Acolytes.

Now, Senin was with the other Acolytes on the bus. He wanted to come in one of his traditional costumes, which was only some feathers covering his lower parts. However, since many of the people at the bus probably never participated in the Carnival before, the G'weneen decided to come with a more simple outfit. At least he still could add some glitter on his bare chest and some makeup on his face.

Seeing Ashla (@Wit), Senin approached her. "Hey, Ashla! The people from whom you stole the bus dropped all the charges and gave it to us. They were afraid when I said that you were a Sith." he laughed, before noticing the other boy. He recognized Cairo (@Fine Dining Set) from the Life Day party. "Hello, Cairo!" the G'weneen said, the accent strong on his voice. "What are you thinking of Carnival so far?"

 

[Darth Tempest]

It didn’t take much convincing at all for Vahliri to get dressed and join the party. A social person by her very nature, the half-Sephi genuinely enjoyed getting away from the rigorous training of the academy and letting loose with her peers. Moreover, Vahliri had heard plenty of stories about G’wene during its carnivals and was dying to actually see the place for herself.

The half-Sephi passed through the entrance of the bus, weaving her way through the crowds of of Acolytes that packed into the bus. The air around her was scented with the half-Sephi’s floral perfume, and her long black hair was styled loosely - flowing freely and cascading onto her shoulders. She wore a black skirt and crisscross crop top that left her midriff exposed. As per usual, the half-Sephi wore pair of hoop earrings and a few gold bracelets on each of her wrists, shifting ever-so-slightly up and down her forearms with every movement.

It didn’t take her long to pick out some familiar faces amongst the crowd - spotting Altair, Ashla and Cairo lingering near one of the ice-chests. While her first inclination was to approach, the half-Sephi watched as Altair promptly vacated the area and gave Cairo a thumbs-up from a distance. She glanced between Ashla, then Cairo, then back to Ashla, and slowly but surely began to grin.

Opting to give the two room to chat alone, Vahliri walked right past them with a wave of greeting. She waited until she had passed Cairo to turn around and walk backwards to look at Ashla, wiggling her brows at the Togruta and smiling before jutting her chin to Cairo as silent bit of encouragement.

With that, the half-Sephi continued right along. Unfortunately, her back was turned by the time Senin decided to barge into the scene like a complete idiot, ruining the moment that she and Altair had separately been trying to encourage. If she'd seen it, Vahliri likely would've dragged Senin and his stripper-lookin' ass to the other side of the room in order to give her friends some space.

Oblivious, her eyes flicking over to Altair as he began to cross the room towards the Acolyte sitting in the corner of the room. Her honeyed gaze lingered on him for far longer than was necessary - a faint smile forming on her lips as she glanced over his attire. Without really thinking about it, the half-Sephi reached up and idly fixed her hair as she stared at him from a distance, doing a quick once-over of her appearance before deciding to move in that same direction.

She offered Altair and Anai both a small wave of her hand, walking right up to join them in the far corner of the room. Her gaze first flicked over to the Devaronian, lingering on those vibrant violet eyes as a smile spread across her face. "Lookin' good, Altair." Vahliri then turned to look at the mask-wearing Acolyte, her expression brightening as she regarded the stranger. "I don't think we've met. I'm Vahliri."

@Wit @Sreeya @Fine Dining Set @Versok @LouJoVi

 

[Soleil Altan]

To seemingly no one's surprise- excepting, probably, the person who owned the borrowed bus- the acolytes had taken control of a fancy party bus all for themselves. Sol might not have shown up if not for curiosity. Curiousity quickly turned into participation when it came to actually getting the bus, a few side skills and tidbits of know-how proving useful for getting away with the whole thing. After such success, it was no wonder he was in a good mood.

Sol was dressed in relaxed fashion that fit the hoverboard he'd stored somewhere, the collar stretched out enough to show the skin-close tanktop under-layer that rose up along his neck. Very neatly it covered his neck, something he kept hidden regardless of whatever he wore. Slate-blue nail polish and a pair of small, red corral stud earrings fashionably clashed. A stick-on nametag that just said "Sol" in aurebesh was slapped onto the front of his outfit.

Soleil walked into a crowd of other Sith and whatevers gathered together to celebrate... Whatever this holiday was. Sol hadn't been paying attention to the carnival thing. Plus, he was pretty sure this was just an excuse to party. He mostly kept to himself unless he had to do otherwise, for one reason or another, so he really only recognized Ashla from the one or two times they'd met before. That was a good start, right?

He took a step onto the floor- and immediately started sliding on the mess of slippery bullshit covering the whole thing. Luckily he was a coordinated young man and managed to slide smoothly across the surface- at least until he bounced off a much larger horned dude (@Sreeya) and completely lost his balance. Eyes widened in surprise and he fell to the floor, continuing his slide until he stopped at the feet of a blonde somebody wading into the party. (@llamallove)

Sol shamelessly waved from his place on the floor and worked to get himself upright again, checking a pocket to make sure the Goody Bag he'd brought was still intact.

@Wit @Fine Dining Set @Versok @LouJoVi @Altaris @Kestrel

 

[Ashla Ti]

Returning the smile of the girl who greeted her, Ashla did a double take on seeing the state of her face. Not aware that any help was present aboard the ship after the stunt the Sith had pulled, she assumed the girl was another Sith. She could count on her hands the number of acolytes she actually knew, so it wasn't a stretch to assume this was someone she was unfamiliar with.

"Wow," she said as she bent to pick up a fistful of ice and balled it up inside a napkin, "well you can start by putting this on your face! What the fuck happened to you?" Not giving the girl to explain herself or respond, Ashla grabbed her hand and dragged her around and handed her the napkin. She was about to pick up a drink and offer one to her when she was greeted by the unmistakable sound of someone falling on their ass.

"I.." she started as she was greeted by Cairo and Altair, looking from one to the other. "Yeah, yeah I was actually trying to get a drink. But are you okay? Didn't break anything?" She asked Cairo, wondering if she needed to create an impromptu ice-pack for him as well. She was giving him the once over when her eyes were drawn to Altair's pants, and a grin appeared on her face. "Wow," she said on hearing his comment about the worms, "just for that I'm not telling you were the good drinks are. Your pants though," she rambled on, unable to keep the excitement from her voice, "they have holes in them! Where were you when half the Empire was eating me out for wearing that?"

As Altair walked off to greet someone else, a red-skinned girl with the pointiest ears she had ever seen, a grin appeared on Ashla's face. "Look at that," she told Cairo, with a gesture towards their horned friend, "he really has a type, doesn't he? The pointy ears really do it for him, huh?" She let out a chuckle, before remembering her new injured friend. "Oh, by the way this is Cairo," she said as she introduced the newly bald acolyte, "[and this is..." She paused as she realized that she had done it again, dragged someone along on one of her side adventures without knowing anything about them. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name. I'm Ashla!"

That was when she spotted more arrivals, noticing Vahlirir arrive and head for ALtair, probably to remind him that her ears were the pointiest of them all, giving Ashla a wave as she did so, which she promptly returned with a knowing grin. But in doing so she missed the arrival of Senin, and hearing him almost made her jump as he caught her by surprise.

"Olla!" Shouted Ashla on seeing Senin, then titled her head in confusion. "Or is it Allo? Whichever it is, thanks for sorting that out! Though my backup plan just walked in," she said as she pointed a finger at the newly arrived Vahliri, "see her? Super rich, I was hoping she'd cover things once this was all done." Chuckling, she let Senin and Cairo socialize as she tried to get her mind back to a drink. Realizing that she had asked Malou to bring some, she interjected herself into the conversation the two boys were having.

"Where's Malou? Did you two patch up? You guys shouldn't really fight over stupid shit your masters do. You know what they say, acos before wackos!"

Without waiting for a reply she pulled out her datapad and fired off a quick message to the former acolyte.

Malouuuu...Where youuuu?

She sent the message, before realizing that she might be at some fancy champion party, so she fired off another.

Remember, acos b4 wackos!!

@Kestrel @Fine Dining Set @Versok @Sreeya @llamallove @Altaris @LouJoVi @Mr. Teatime @lizziie

 

[Jordi Khat]

This was different.

She had heard of many things, but Carnival? This was something she had to research for a while for a while so she didn't look like an idiot when someone asked her about it. It was kind of like clubbing, but on steroids, and therefore she found her favorite black mini dress and pretend like she did something with her hair by shaking it out. She wore a citrine stone pendent and beads intertwined with various dried plants were wrapped around her left wrist. She figured if these other acolytes were dull, she could just skip this adventure and head to the local gatherings. However, this group seemed okay, since they completely commandeered a party bus.

Jordi grabbed a bottle of fruity soda and started mingling around. Many seemed to already know each other and there was certainly a variety of species that were hanging out this evening. It was still surprising to see some face to face; there was an experienced learner, Ashla that she recognized immediately, but the others, her memory was hazy as if she had seen any of them at the academy. She no doubt had, but...they all still seemed entirely novel, certainly she would have remembered the guy with the horns or that other one with the freaky mask in the corner. Quickly she starting chugging her soda, feeling as though she was starring too long at some of them and pause to watch an ongoing game of beer pong.

Seemingly the least entertaining, she decided to check the dance floor to see if it better drew her interest.

 

[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo recovered, thanks to his guy Altair. "Hey, bro! This is dope, right?" He hadn't ever been in charge of a party bus before. Or, technically, he still hadn't been. Though he would right that wrong, soon...

But then, Vahliri and Altair were being all obvious. Embarrassment crept to his face, especially after Ashla witnessed his goofy slip-up. "No, no, don't worry about me, I'm fine. But, uh, yeah - are you hurt?" He addressed Hagar, giving a look of concern and confusion. Did she need to go to a hospital?

Nah, she'd be fine. Probably. Ashla had it handled.

"Altair? A thing for long-eared girls?" Was that true? It seemed like an evolving pattern. Cairo would have to pay better attention. "Nah, I think he's just a friendly guy." Whether or not it was true, he felt the need to cover for Altair. Didn't want any rumors getting out.

"Ah, Senin, what's good dude! Carnival is great so far!" The spring festivals of the many species of the galaxy were always exciting, but Carnival stepped it up to another level. The manner of dress was only the first sign of that - the debauchery and celebration of this precious festival. "Feel like I have to enjoy it..." He glanced to the full boat, commandeered by hard-drinking Acolyte teenagers. It was an odd crowd. "Feels like I have to enjoy it with the locals, yeah?" Senin was a local, Cairo realized; maybe he could guide them to actual, non-Sith parties after this?

At the mention of Malou, another Sith that Cairo knew, he turned his attention to Ashla with curiosity."Wait, are you talking to Malou? You know her too?" Ah, this was gonna be a hell of a party. "Where's she at? Wait, fuck it, it's OUR BUS! Tell her we're picking her up!" He didn't know if Ashla was on the phone with her, directly. "Malou, we're gonna pick you up!" He decided that, perhaps, the most clear way to communicate would be directly. He pulled out his data phone to shoot her a text.

>Malou!!! ur coming tonight??
>sned me ur location
>send**
>if that's cool lol
>we're gonna pick u up!!
>in THE BUS

Smooth as ever. While he had his phone out, Cairo shot a text to Altair.

>BRB.
>driving
>throw me a beer

Cairo sprinted up the stairs, spotting the hard-working Droid sailor. It would be easy enough to chunk the poor, kidnapped droid, but Cairo decided to offer something better. "Hey, pal. There's some oil downstairs. Why don't you...take a break?" The droid rotated his head towards Cairo, a vacant look upon his face. And then, the droid...shrugged. Evidently, he didn't need much convincing. The ship had already been stolen from underneath his care, might as well just stowaway and shutdown until this ordeal was over.

Cairo felt like a conquering hero, a great pirate King, as he took a hold of the helm of the party bus. He pulled out the intercom, addressing the Acolytes on board of the party bus.

"This is your, uh....captain speaking. We're going to make a quick, uh, detour." He could resist. "And someone get me a beer funnel," A nice and healthy way to drink as a teenager, "Cuz I'm driving this motherfucker!" He blared the nautical horn of the party bus for effect.

He took a hold of the yoke, smoothly curving the ship towards Malou's sent location. Fortune was on his side today, as he cruised the floating bus without incident. He would pull the bus as close to Malou as the crowded streets of G'wenee would allow, honking when the group arrived.

He needed a captain's hat. A gift for himself.

@Sreeya @LouJoVi @Wit @lizziie @Kestrel

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

She'd been to balls and galas. She'd been to masquerades and noble "charity" events. What she had never been to was an event like this.

'A party bus. What does one even wear on a party bus?' It had taken the Miralukan an hour of fretting and another hour of consulting Manon to settle her nerves. The party wasn't until tomorrow, but both she and her cousin had come to the conclusion that nothing the Serennian owned was suited to the sort of party she had been invited to.

<< Floor length? Are you kidding me? Do you have anything above the knee? >>

"Have you ever seen me in anything above the knee?" Malou had her cousin on speakerphone as she searched through her closet. There was an audible sigh that followed the Miralukan's exasperated response.

<< Arrive early and go shopping before you show up, then. You said you're buying alcohol? Just swing by a mall I'm sure they'll have something. NOTHING. BELOW. THE KNEE. >>

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Just as Manon had suggested, Malou left early to scour the shops for something suitable to wear. She ended up enlisting the help of an employee, and with a lot of encouragement, left with something sparkly and in two pieces. It was more revealing than anything she would've chosen on her own, but between the employee's encouraging words and Manon's echoing last words in her head, Malou had bought it regardless. Once she got home to change, she was delighted to find it was a lovely pink color. 'I don't think I've ever worn pink before,' she thought as she wiggled her way into the dress. 'Or anything with this much...cleavage.'

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Ding! Ashla's name popped up on the holographic screen of Malou's phone, showcasing the message: >Malouuuu...Where youuuu? followed quickly by >Remember, acos b4 wackos!! Before Malou could decipher the meaning of "acos before wackos", her phone dinged about ix more times as texts from Cairo reached her device.

"Holy shit guys," mumbled the Miralukan under her breath as she lowered the bag of alcohol she was carrying to the ground. Hands now free, Malou shot a text to Cairo with her location tagged on.

>Location sent.
>Yeah I'm coming
>I have booze!!
>Don't land on me pls

Then, quickly, she sent a reply to Ashla.

>??
>But yeah I'm coming dw
>I have the booze with me rn!!!

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When she spotted the party bus descending towards her, Malou took several steps backward. She wasn't sure who was driving that thing, but it could be anyone. Between her and the booze, she would prefer if both stayed in one piece. To her surprise though, the bus came down smoothly and managed to land without squashing any pedestrians underneath it. She quickly made her way inside.

As soon as the Miralukan entered the ship, the bright, strobing lights inside immediately caused her dress to sparkle with her movements. It showed off more than just her cleavage though. Malou was in shape. She wasn't buff by any means, but it didn't take much to notice the woman's muscle definition as she lifted her bag up onto a nearby table. As for accessories, she had her hair up in two curly little space buns, and a thin diamond necklace fell down her chest.

"The alcohol--more alcohol--has arrived," announced the champion as she began to pull bottles upon bottles of booze from the black bag. In addition to anything that had been specifically requested, Malou had gotten a bit of everything she thought might interest the partygoers here. There was a lot of flavored vodka.

tag: @Fine Dining Set @Wit

 

[Altair Din]

Altair turned to the side when Vahliri arrived. He smiled at the sight of her, though he couldn’t help but marvel at her outfit. His gaze flicked back up to her eyes, his hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair only to graze across a buzzed head, “Hey Vahliri,” Altair said, his face growing suddenly warm at her compliment, “You look-”

That was when some asshat (@Mr. Teatime )barged into him from nowhere. He was catapulted towards Vahliri as a result, his arm attempting to move behind her back to catch her like some suave hero from a movie. Except his attempt completely failed and they were both toppled over and sent to the floor. It was only thanks to his Force reflexes that he was able to abruptly spin them so Vahliri didn’t land on the gross mess on the floor.

There was a loud clang his his horns collided with the floor and Vahliri fell atop him. Altair tilted his head to the side to glare at the dumbass that knocked into him before looking back at the half Sephi, “My bad.. I..” He blurted, noticing her hair was tangled up with one of his horns. Altair blinked a few times, bringing up hands to gently untangle the strands, beyond embarrassed. So much for making an impressive entrance. Every now and then his gaze flicked back to meet hers, an almost shy smile tugging at his lips as he finally detached her hair from his horn.

“You okay?” He asked, blinking at her before realizing he was just laying there. Clearing his throat, he finally motioned to get up, helping her up. He dusted himself off, looking around and trying to go invisible. Thankfully a distraction came in the form of Cairo (@Fine Dining Set ) texting him. He glanced down and did a double take. He looked up and sure enough he saw Cairo just barely disappear from sight. He frantically began texting back.

>U WHAT?
>Just to impress Ash?!
>Omg just tell her you like 2 eat dirt and maggots ffs

Altair looked up and smiled as if nothing happened, internally panicking about his normally accident prone buddy driving the bus with all their fates in his hands. He began to make his way through the crowd in an attempt to stop the Morellian from making them fall out of the sky. On his way, Altair accidentally bumped into a girl (@GABA) and knocked over a bit of her soda. He glanced at her with his violet gaze, “Fuck, today’s just not my day..” He muttered sheepishly, quickly stopping to get some napkins, “My bad…” Altair looked at the girl he vaguely remembered from the academy, “Hi I’m Altair and I suck at first impressions.”

 

[Zoella Dorran]

The party was in full swing and showed no signs of dying down any time soon. A good thing, too. Zoella hadn't eaten since breakfast and had convinced herself that she was positively starving.

Already this was better than the last Sith social the Acolyte had attended. She pushed her way through the crowd with no small amount of difficulty, the bus now a tightly-packed mass of people. A little overwhelmed with the large crowd and the radiating body heat, green eyes scanned for the nearest window or balcony for fresh air.

It was a solid plan. Grab something to eat, get some fresh air, and enjoy the city lights. Catch a glimpse of the carnival.

The teenager came to sudden halt, however, drawing her black sneaker back as she nearly crushed the hand of a dark haired boy. He was sitting on the floor, cool as a sea cucumber as he clutched a bag, waving up at her. Taken aback by the strange and unexpected situation, Zoella returned the gesture, offering the boy an awkward wave in return.

Reluctantly, she extended a pale hand and asked, "Do uh... you need some help?" Whether the boy accepted her hand or not, Zoella would address him again.

"What's in the bag, kid?" she inquired, green eyes scrutinizing the bag full of what she had to presume was sweet delectables. Children were always eager to get their sticky little fingers on candy, and she herself had not been exempt from this as a child.

The family of Dorran prided themselves on their pescatarian diet, but Zoella liked to try new foods. Now that she was no longer under the overbearing watch of her father, she could eat whatever the kriff she pleased.

Her stomach grumbled, the embarrassing and involuntary admission mercifully drowned out by the sounds of the party and the distinct blare of a horn. Was that the music or was the driver goofing off?

@Mr. Teatime ​

 

[Jordi Khat]

She didn't get too far to the dance floor when someone abruptly knocked into her while she was taking a drink from her cup. The lip of the cup bumped into her teeth, leaving a distinct uncomfortable sting as she quickly turned to lay into the jerk. "Not your-" she paused, first realizing she was speaking to someone's chest and then she looked up, her deathly scowl relaxing as her light eyes quickly traced the being's crown and horns as she realized who it was. He was grabbing some napkins and despite still being annoyed, she allowed him to try and make up for his clumsiness.

She used the back of her hand to wipe any soda that had tumbled down her chin and quickly took the napkins from him. He mentioned something about first impressions, "At least no one will forget." she grumbled, still unhappy as she quickly glanced from her dress, to his gaze, horns and quickly back to her cup. "Thanks." she said as she stuffed the soaked napkins into her cup to dispose of, though not seeing a trash compactor, she just set it next to a bunch of other empty cups. Her eyes flickered back to his horns, now ears, and suddenly she felt too self-conscious to be around him.

"I'm going to go dance." she said in a single short breath, "Should help my dress dry faster-" she nervously laughed and pointed up to the roof of the party bus, "Tell others to dance too." immediately Jordi mentally kicked herself for such a stupid response as she started to shuffle away from Horns. By the Force, I am so weird. He was sooo weird too... Her internal dialogue started running until she climbed up the stairs to the roof.

 

[Altair Din]

Altair was in the middle of helping the girl clean off when he heard her stern tone of voice, saw her expression and saw the way she took in sight of him. He froze as he looked at her, his sheepish and apologetic smile completely disappearing. Memories of a lifetime of being judged for his appearance came flooding back as he saw the discomfort on her face and the way she kept glancing at his horns and ears. She didn’t even bother introducing herself in return or acknowledge his existence. While he had experienced this often, it was something else to experience this while he was in the middle of apologizing and trying to meet someone new.

Anger began to surge through him, enough to where there was a subtle pulse through the Force. His jaw tightened as he watched her shuffle away, mumbling something about dancing and running away as if he were some unhinged animal that would give chase. While he had been silent and let it roll off his shoulders normally, he was in no mood for it now.

“Yeah go find some other bigots to dance with, bitch,” He called out after her as she began climbing the stairs, loud and clear. He didn’t care if it made a scene, he’d bash her fucking face in if she started anything. Show her exactly how those scary horns worked.

With a sniff from his nostrils, he spun on his heel and walked towards where he heard the announcement about booze. He didn’t even care that he strolled right up to a Champion (@lizziie ) he would otherwise be shitting bricks before approaching. Altair snatched a bottle out of Malou’s hand and popped the lid open with one of his clawed nails. He clinked the bottle against another one she was holding, “Cheers,” He said grumpily before drinking straight from the bottle. He was absolutely fuming and would probably headbutt the next person that came across as a bigot openly. Altair paused after the first swig, starting to feel a bit better before he looked over at the Champion again. His gaze flicked down and then back up, "Nice dress, by the way," He said before turning back to take another swig.

@GABA

 

[Soren Shaggelian]

Another day, another party for the youngins known as the Acolytes. It had been a while since Soren has attended a gathering let alone a party. When he had arrived on the bus everyone was still gathering in, and he had stayed towards the back of the bus looking out the window. He only had a couple friends he made and they were over with the group enjoying the party. He would join in a moment but he wanted to take in the view out of the window.

Dressed in his party attire Soren made sure to have a dressed up, but relaxed look as he wanted be comfortable and look good. Never know who you'll meet at these kinds of parties. Word went around that there were booze on the way along with the booze already brought. The Entrallan was ready to get trashed, thrashed and all set for the bash.

Headin out to the second floor he would be looking for any sign of drinks before mingling with the other Acolytes at the party. Hopefully they didn't bring the cheap stuff, this was a Sith party. No way they were going to drink weak stuff. He needed some rum in his life. So he'd stop to ask a random party goer where the drinks were, and after being pointed in the right direction he would make his way past the group and begin pouring himself a red solo cup of the best thing he could find.

"Aha now it's party time!"

 

[Soleil Altan]

Superficially unbothered by his impromptu slip-n-slide, Sol looked glanced up toward the tall somebody he'd run into- glaring mightily in his direction with all the intensity of a man embarrassed in front of an attractive someone else- and offered an apologetic expression back. His eyes went back to the young woman he'd arrived at the feet of and, without a word, he accepted her helping hand to finish getting back to his feet. Sol's right hand flattened and raised to nearly touch his lips before moving forward and dropping slightly, head dipping slightly with a sly little grin.

Since he didn't expect this random person to know sign language he quickly moved along to the bag in his other hand. He lazily unzipped it to flash Zoella its contents. A variety of little snack bags in various languages- one was clearly dried squid-, a small Supperware container of brownies with a leaf sticker atop it, and a clear SwiftLocc plastic bag of dried herbs. Plus a random collection of candies he'd thrown in by the handful. He offered her a chocolate-covered wafer from the pile with a shrug, head tilting a little in her direction. He pointed to himself, tapped the nametag on his top that said Sol in semi-neat handwriting, then pointed to Zoella with an inquisitive look.

Pretending not to detect a sign of hunger he looked around for the food table. His gaze snapped instead to the horned man he'd run into just before yelling after some lady in a small black dress and stomping off to- ooo, drinks!? With eager energy, he motioned to Zoe and sauntered right over to the table Malou'd covered in various bottles as if he hadn't slapped into the now upset-looking Devaronian on his way into the party. A food table was just next to all the booze.

Sol's nostrils flared at the stronger smell of alcohol, looking around at the others there. Malou, who'd brought all the stuff, got an appreciative look. Meanwhile, the horned dude snatched his own bottle and did a very good job of looking justifiably grumpy. Sol looked up at the leather and spike-clad guy and his long-curving horns with an expression of mild but open curiosity, having missed the specifics of what happened other than the words 'bigot' and 'bitch' being shouted for all to hear.

He decided to step in front of Altair rather than tapping on his shoulder or something and pulled out the Supperware container of brownies, wearing an apologetic expression. Slyly his other hand reached up to the cloth over his neck, pulling it aside for a moment. Beneath was a set of gills, accentuated by the sharp-looking fangs he flashed in Altair's direction before he put the neck covering back where it belonged. Then he offered up the container of brownies. Just below the leaf sticker was a label that said "Magic" in neon green sharpie and a warning about chocolate allergies. Sol popped open the lid and offered it forward. It smelled very strongly of rich, buttery, decadent chocolate. Malou was offered one too, as well as Zoe if she'd followed along to the tables. Alternatively there was regular candy, but that wasn't as fun.

Looking that upset just after a party started didn't seem like a good time. Sol bet special chocolate would fix it, though! Malou and Zoe- assuming she'd followed along- were also offered a brownie, after which the young acolyte picked up some kind of single-serving bottled mixed drink. He popped the top off with his teeth and flicked his head to toss it toward a pile of used solo cups before taking a sip.

The brownies were left on the food table with their little warning labels for anyone to take.

@llamallove @lizziie @Sreeya

 

[Anai Skhess]

Anai jumped a little bit in surprise as her distracted mind was suddenly brought back to reality and the party at hand by a man that was about as tall as her (@Sreeya). Anai couldn't help but stare at the horns and the ears for a second or two, curiosity being the cause of it rather than any kind of prejudice as she had never met a Devaronian before "I-uhm, thanks, nice horns" She said in response to the mask compliment, caught a little bit off guard by that comment as she had gathered by now that wearing a mask in here was a bit weird, trying her best to return a compliment and hoping that would do.

"I don't know in what regard you're asking if I am new...But it's very likely I am, I suppose" A new acolyte? Kind of, she hadn't been an acolyte for long. New when it came to this social group? Absolutely, she knew no one here except for the acolyte that invited her in the first place. New to parties? Hell, she didn't even fully understand the nature of the party yet, people were dancing in a manner unknown to her, some were making out already even though they just met and no one was wearing the carnival masks like the library taught her.

Soon another acolyte joined the conversation (@Altaris) Anai staring at her pointy ears just like she stared at Altair's horns before, it seemed like it would become an habit for her to discover new species inside this party at the very least, they were diverse enough, that was nice, gave her more chances to understand the galaxy as a whole. "I am Anai, nice to make your acquain-" And before she even got to finish that sentence, someone bumped into Altair and he swiftly met the floor, taking the half-sephi down with him. What she had gathered from the party so far is that it was a better way to test her reflexes and balance that all the acolyte training she had done so far, seeing how she had watched more people fall to the floor in the span of an hour that during most of her life.

The Kaleesh acolyte would stand up from her seat, her head tilted slightly as she watched the Devaronian untangle hair from his horn before deciding to help both of them up "...People here seem to meet the floor quite a lot" Danai muttered to herself as she watched Altair leave and then call out another woman loudly, the word bigot being one she did understand, if only because other acolyte friends had used it when describing people that gave Anai the stink eye for the way she was.

One word she did know all too well, however, was alcohol, something that would hopefully help her relax and hopefully blend in a little more. She didn't have a chance to grab a bottle before they were all taken earlier so she sure as hell didn't plan on not getting her hands on one now "I am going to grab a drink, feel free to come along" Anai told Vahliri before making her way to Malou and grabbing a bottle at random, pretty much copying Altair in order to blend in as she lifted her mask a little bit to make it easier for her to take a sip directly from it. Whatever she had chosen tasted like shit on its own, but the Kaleesh girl didn't really care as the alcohol from her home planet was usually much, much worse. Right now she would just drink and listen as more and more people gathered around to grab some booze.