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[Darth Tempest]

With every lyric that filled the air, Vahliri kept her attention firmly trained onto Altair and Tiamat while dancing dangerously close to the both of them. Her hips rolled and swayed in circular motions, grinding back against the Tiefling’s lap to feel exactly what she did to him - all while her free hand hooked the Sith Master and tugged the other woman into an embrace. She was naturally oblivious to whatever had been going on between the Tiefling and Sol, as well as the rest of the boat for that matter. She blocked out everything else and existed in that single moment - relishing it for as long as it lasted.

When Tiamat unhooked the string of her top, Vahliri couldn’t help but flash the redhead a playful grin - her free hand gliding up the woman’s navel and dragging across her front. It wasn’t until Altair rose up from his seat that the half-Annfyn glanced over to him once more - her hand shifting to grip the back of his neck just as their lips made contact. She pressed back into that embrace, savoring the taste of his lips like a drug that left her hooked each and every time.

Just as Altair began to kiss the redhead, Vahliri allowed her hand to wander across the front of the Tiefling’s bare torso - manicured nails grazing his charcoal skin and gradually starting to work their way downward. When he spoke, the half-Annfyn couldn’t help but grin deviously,

“I for one,” She began, speaking just as her hand began to move lower across the Tiefling’s front. There was no mistaking the situation that the combined efforts of both women had left Altair in, and Vahliri had no shame in gliding her fingers and grasping as she pleased. After a moment or two, the half-Annfyn’s hand drew up in order to hook her index finger beneath his waistband - yanking the fabric away from his hips and using it to pull him against her. “..Am in no rush,” Her eyes never left his, sultry fire dancing in her honeyed gaze. The party would go on perfectly fine without them - and Vahliri intended to take her time and enjoy this.

Without another word, Vahliri began to make her way towards one of the spacious cabins behind the pool - walking alongside Tiamat and Altair while completely blanking on anything else going on around her. The half-Annfyn shamelessly allowed her fingers to graze down the Tiefling’s lower back and slither further to Tiamat - playfully grasping at the redhead’s rear just as they reached their destination. With a flick of her wrist, Vahliri pulled door open with the Force - allowing the trio to slip out of sight before it closed behind them.

@Sreeya @GABA @AnyoneElseReadingTheSpicyPosts

 

[Wodan]

As Wodan passed the Mug over to Arla, the pale creature from down below appeared at his shoulder. The Firrerrian rolled his eyes and pulled a not so happy face at being interrupted, turning to look at the man he put on a fake smile and pointed in the direction of the pool where Alexios was. “That’s your guy. You will need to find the Red Zabrak as well, think he went swimming. Put them together and you will get your murder.” Wodan gave him a look to shoo him on before turning back to Arla just as she gave him that mischievous smirk.

Taking the spoon he had grabbed on the way up from the galley, instead of handing it over to Arla, Wodan locked eyes with the woman as he slowly scooped a small mouthful of the chocolatey mug cake and offered it to the Dathmorian. “Maybe you could give me a demonstration?” He replied, his own mischievous smirk plastered across his face.

@Phoenix

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel noted the lack of sincerity in the man's smile, and his clear desire to usher Thel away. "Yes." Thel's reply was curt, making no effort to mask his slight irritation at essentially being told to push off. Turning away, he took a few seconds to survey his surroundings. He realised that it wouldn't be his day. The guests had separated into cliques and he didn't want to interfere. Truth be told, the man's attitude had put an end to any moderate interest he had in interacting with the others. Thel collected his cloak and took his leave.

 

[Arla]

Arla was enjoying this little game a bit, but she was also a relatively direct person, and on Dathomir things were done... differently. She smirked as he mentioned a demonstration, but didn't move right away, letting the silence linger for a moment. Instead, she looked him up and down, her eyes scanning shamelessly across him as if evaluating him for a moment. He certainly wasn't bad looking, and if he was looking for a little fun, so was she.

Well there's a room right over there, she said, motioning in the direction of one of the empty cabins. She started moving over toward him and closed the distance between the two of them in a few seconds. She leaned in close so that her lips were almost pressed to his ears.

Her whole body was now pressed up against his, and she had no shame even in as little clothing as she was wearing. She enjoyed the feeling of their skin against one another, and she could feel her heart quicken just a little in anticipation of her own. Yet her expression never changed from that mischievous confidence.

If you think you can make me make sounds like that, you're welcome to try, she whispered against his ear, her hot breath touching against him before she pulled away, watching to see if he would take up the challenge. She already knew which outcome she preferred.

@Braden

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Both Altair and Vahliri seemed taken by the sudden disposal of half her swim garment, but it didn't give the woman anymore pause as she felt herself pulled closer to the tiefling. He rose from the water, and it wasn't the only thing that was on the rise from him. His tail caressed along her thigh, her own arm wrapped around the tiefling, nails digging in to his side as hunger grew. His tail teased the string to her bikini bottom and all she wanted was him to go a little further, though still semi-aware of her surroundings, may be best to find a cabin before she ordained the entire attending party and even crew with the sight of her blessings.

She closed her eyes as Altair kissed her next, suggesting they find a private area, reassuring they could be done before the sun finished setting. Tia quirked and eyebrow, but Vahl expressed her desire of not to rush through it, and she felt relief and anticipation that she would get her fill this evening. "You're not going to want to be done by sundown." the redhead winked, gaze catching Altair before she glanced over to Vahl, feeling her had grasp her rear. She reached behind taking the woman's hand and dipped around the tiefling to wrap herself around Vahl, arms draping over her shoulders as she whispered softly into her the woman's ear. Her ideas would make many blush as she glanced at Altair, but before he would give a response, they reached their private cabin, letting others settle on their imagination as to what occurred behind closed doors.

@Sreeya @Altaris

 

[Caelian]

Caelian's fully thought out and grand tactical water entrance was somehow missed by the enchanted Nova, much to his relief she didn't seem to pick up on his verbal fumbling. His heart rate quickened as their eyes met fully, her words were few but the confidence and desire apparent. His name sounded like a suggestive verb in the tone of which he heard it, instinctively gently biting his lower lip, melting on the inside.

Caelian's hair raised on end as Nova reached out to embrace him, desire pulling them together at last. Their lips joined passionately as he felt the duality of her delicate hand gently play with the hair while the other gripped his neck with purpose. Caelian squirmed in his seat as the lustful sensations playfully teased his nerves like some kind of konami code, his pleasure eminently on display. "Nova..." was all he could muster.

His own hands found themselves moving in sync underneath the warmth of the water as she ventured closer, firmly wrapping one arm around her petite waist and holding her tightly against his chest, while the other extended to her hip, fingers apart, gliding down the outside of her leg in a slow but light caress.

He leaned lower along her neck, kissing. Their bare chests added to the intensity, the fear of being seen in their risqué affair in a semi-public domain was completely overshadowed by the fiercely attractive woman taking what she wanted. At last, Caelian's face shifted almost as quickly as his hips did. The shocked look on his face quickly became a cheeky smirk as his earlier begging was at last answered.

Caelian affectionately kissed her again on the lips, her effect on him verbally known. He eyed a pair of nearby robes and pointed them out to her if she wanted one. "What do you say about one more dare?" he suggested playfully, slowly making movements towards them.

"I dare you to follow me."

Whether she would or not, Caelian rose from the hot rub filled with vigor and spirit, among other things. Climbing over the water's edge, he donned the light and comfy robe before making his way onto the path downstairs. He held his right-hand back slightly, toying her to take it.

@LadyRen

 

[Wodan]

The pause in her reply brought a moment of doubt to the Firrerrian, he was normally not this direct. Playing the long game as was proper of his rank, this time he had changed course and been direct and it didn’t seem like it was paying off. Then Arla spoke and all of his fears washed away, perhaps being more direct was the way forward for the Noble.

Wodan’s eyes quickly glanced over in the direction of the yacht’s private cabins, his lips pursed in anticipation of what was to come. Then she was upon him, her body pressed against him, her lips so close to his ear he could feel the warmth of her breath flow down his neck, bringing goose pimples to the surface. His own heartbeat quickened to match the Dathmorian, the silky smooth touch of her skin heightened his senses. His pupils narrowed, the citrine eyes brightened to pure gold as they looked into the silver orbs of Arla.

As she began to pull away, Wodan reached behind her, his hand sliding across the lower part of her back and pulling her in tight with one arm. “I look forward to the challenge.” He said before pressing his lips against hers with passion, as the kiss reached its climax he would cup her rear with the other hand and lift her from the ground allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

If she indulged him, he began carrying Arla off to the cabins, swiping a bottle of Vodka from a passing table.

@Phoenix

 

[Alexios De'jaal]

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The grin on Caer's face brought a flush to his own, and a giggle escaped his lips at the taller boy's dignified acceptance. "Such manners! I'll have to thank Cael for sending me a proper gentleman." The Brentaalan teased, trying his best to make light of the situation. There was fear in him, at the back and in the front of his mind, but he didn't show it. Nor did he dwell on it as he watched the pale, knife eared gentleman slip into the pool.

He made sure to take his time while mounting the Anfynn's shoulders, letting one leg slip over first, before slowly kneeling down and throwing the other over as well. Caer's hands reached up to help him, shocks running up through the Brentaalan's legs as icy cold skin pressed against his. While the alien royal had spent his time minding cold drinks, Alex had been busy running, doing shots, and getting hot and bothered over the performances Vahl and the redhead had put on.

And so they began to walk, Caer's porcelain white hands resting on Alex's thighs, while the Brentaalan's rump calmly rested on his shoulders. "You walk well with such weight on your back," Alex called down to his chicken bottom. "I suppose I'm testing your strength as much as you tested my endurance, what with that vintage of yours." He called, giggling a little. "I wish you'd had a taste of the vintage I brought," The boy called, before leaning down, back arching so he could meet Caer sideface, "A glass of Nemean is best shared with one you'd share an evening with,." He called, the casual delivery matched with a knowing grin.

As they rounded the pool, Alex reached down to unhook the prince's fingers, before falling back and into the water. Resurfacing, he'd rounded the boy's frame so he could look up at him. Their height disparity was almost comical, two heads between them, but the boy radiated a presence large enough to make up for his diminutive figure. "I certainly hope we can each share a glass together, when that business over there is done..." The boy said taking a step forward, the distance between the two barely a centimeter across.

"Should I wind up getting tossed overboard, do try and rescue me-- I never let a favor go unrepaid." He declared, chewing on his lower lip at the last line. "If things don't go so well, I'll at least get to say I was lucky enough to spend my last few minutes on this plane in the company of such a gentleman." He declared, and for the first time, the smile on his face didn't look devious, eager, or excited-- it seemed warm and genuine, and so did the kiss he placed on the boy's lips.

"For luck." He whispered, giving him a final wink before he turned.

Climbing out of the pool, Alex took a deep breathe, glancing around... and he noticed how few happened to be there. Altair, Vahliri, the redheaded stranger, the albino, that golden eyed prick who was sending him to his death-- all had gone, but for the split faced girl who seemed just about ready to go. It didn't take much to figure out where they'd gone. Surprisingly, Draugr was amongst those who'd left. Whoever had decided to keep that one company was either brave, ambitious, or stupid, not recognizing the irony in what he himself was doing.

Nobody who was close by enough to hear the dare was still there-- none but Nova, who he was sure was about to follow after someone who'd invited them to one of the Yacht's many guest rooms. It would've been simple to turn back around, pour him and Caer glasses of wine, and suggest they take some time to "appreciate the vintage, and each other's company." But the boy had been challenged, and he wouldn't try to run away from it.

The boy turned, walking along the deck and up the stairs, climbing until he reached the bridge-- and the intercom. Flicking it on, feedback carried over the promenade deck-- and only the promenade deck. He wasn't about to disturb anyone with his announcement while they were busy.

"My loooord!~" He called, his voice surprisingly powerful, even as it carried in a smooth sing song tone. "It seems I've been made to put on a performance for you!" The boy went on, a giggle escaping his lips. "Most of the audience has decided to take their troubles elsewhere, however-- no doubt more interested in their own company than any amusement I might provide you, or the amusement they'd get seeing what Master Draugr would do by the end!" He went on.

"I'll assume you're preoccupied if you don't show, but if you're as excited to watch as I am to perform, do come find me by the bar!"

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@LouJoVi @Scoobert

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

”Oh, thank you! I’m always a gentleman, but I have more pleasure being this way with pretty people like you.” Caerllion smiled, while winking at the Brentaalan. He had noticed the other boy had flushed early and wanted to make him have this reaction again. Besides, what he said wasn’t a lie. Alex was really pretty.

The two Sith moved through the pool, with Caerllion still tenderly holding Alex’s legs. “Perhaps we can share a bottle of Nemean later. I would love to do it with you.” he said while briefly brushing his thumbs in the other Acolyte’s skin. Of course, such pleasure would depend on the possibility of the Brentaalan surviving Draugr.

Like all good things, their pleasurable moment came to an end. Caerllion helped Alex get down from his back. Only now that they were so close to each other, the Annfyn noticed the disparity of height between the two. He was already used to being larger than most people that he met outside of Annwfyn.

Caerllion smiled with Alex’s comment about his last minutes of life. Before he could say something else, he felt the Brentaalan’s lips against his. The Annfyn moved his hands to hold the other boy’s head and then retributed the kiss. While they kissed, he gently caressed the other Acolyte’s hair.

When the kiss ended, a smile appeared on his lips. It was a shame that Alex needed to fulfill his dare, Caerllion really wanted to stay with the Brentaalan. He turned to look at where the other Sith had been early, but saw how few of them were still there. Altair, Vahliri and Tiamat had left, and he didn’t need to be a genius to understand where they went. While he wanted to feel sick thinking about the idea of staying with a hybrid, he felt jealous for the Tiefling’s lucky.

“It seems that everyone left, even Wodan.” he said to Alex, while the Brentaalan moved to leave the pool. “I think that we can conclude that the game ended. If you change your mind about going after Draugr, perhaps you could visit me in the bar. I could even accept in his place the dare that you were going to do.”

He winked at the other Acolyte one last time before going toward the bar. Caerllion wanted to drink some more, since the Annfyn wine was the last thing that he ingested.

@Tom

 

[Altair Din]

The sun was barely over the horizon when Altair made his way to the topmost level of the yacht around the back. His anatomy allowed him to process alcohol rapidly, and that meant he had no hangover or remnants of the heavy drinking from the day prior. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t riddled with countless love bites and scratches all over his body from his very eventful time with Tiamat and Vahliri. He had left the women sleeping in the cabin, extracting himself from their arms reluctantly to do his morning workout routine. Party or not, he had committed to the Emryc Thorne regimen and that meant sticking to discipline.

The tiefling was presently lounging on a chair by a balcony, sporting some shades he stole from somewhere as he watched the sunrise. His feet were up on the balcony railing, his tail lazily swaying back and forth in contentment. For all the excitement from the day before, he felt an odd sense of calm. Perhaps it was because it had all been fun, but his emotions were always elusive and difficult to understand. There was almost a sense of hollowness he felt as he gazed out towards the endless waves.

He could take a tumble in the sheets with a thousand women and in the end it always left him unfulfilled in ways he couldn’t explain. Perhaps it was because he had locked his heart away a while ago and it never resurfaced again during his passions. Altair scoffed at his own tragic line of thought as he sipped from the beer in his hand.

Unbeknownst to him, the yacht was largely unmanned and was on a direct collision course towards an isolated island. There was too much fog to make it out just yet, but within an hour the entire group would face a very terrible crisis.

@Braden

 

[Llolith Uttu]

Yesterday had been very eventful, especially for Llolith. This was the first real Sith party she'd attended, and it definitely lived up to some of the stories she'd heard about them. Sex. Drugs. Alcohol. The box it didn't tick was a fight of sorts. "Though Master Draugr throwing that boy off the side might count?" It was so one-sided, she'd heard, that she couldn't bring herself to count it. She supposed there was still time.

In the bathroom of her room, Llolith cupped her hands under the faucet and then splashed the water onto her face. Carefully, with a towel, she began to wipe away last night's evidence, starting with careful strokes around and under each of her nine eyes. Her makeup had somehow ended up all smudged about her face, and the girl wasn't sure if it happened while she'd slept off the alcohol, or during the very intense game of billiards she'd played last night. The sun wasn't really her friend, so even though most of the activities happened on deck, she'd been underneath in the game room with a small group of other acolytes.

♪ Oh, Ophelia ♪ / ♪ Heaven help the fool who falls in lo— ♪

Llolith reached over to quickly stop her morning alarm before it could continue any longer. She dried her face, tied her hair up into a messy bun, grabbed her NalPhone off the counter, and then hopped off the stepping stool in front of the bathroom counter. "Time to rejoin the realm of the living."

She grabbed two things on her way out: sunglasses, and earbuds. The glasses went on as she made her way up the stairs, but one earbud went in immediately. Llolith shuffled through her playlist, then pressed play.

It was dawn, and pretty foggy. "The sun isn't up yet?" She turned her face to the east, then spotted the sun climbing its way over the ocean's watery horizon. Her eyes immediately squinted, but the two behind her sunglasses remained wide open. Since she didn't see anyone out on the lower deck, so she made her way up even more stairs in hopes the upper deck might have a few souls and a better view of the sunrise. As much as the girl preferred night over day, she'd never deny how beautiful the sunrise was.

"One soul." A tiefling who's name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite recall.

"Guess I'm not the only one up already," she mused as she approached, partially to break the silence, and partially so she wouldn't catch him by surprise. The acolyte made her way off to @Altair Din's left a bit, then rested her elbows on the railing to stare out at the rising sun through her thick, dark sunglasses. She couldn't think of anything else to say, so she decided to stay quiet for the moment.

 

[Nova Trent]

As she pulled him close she was starting to wrap her legs around his waist, her lips not leaving his while they passionately began to dance until. His hands slowly started to caress her body while she leaned back for a moment, savoring the hot kisses he planted on her neck.

A gasp escape her lips as electricity started to spread through her body, originating at the very spots he had already touched and kissed. He pulled back after a few more moments after Nova had already forgotten where they were and who else was still present.

As she reopened her eyes she seductively smirked at him, immediately following him to reach for the white robes even though she was still staggering with each and every step she took. "I'd never refuse a dare..." she cheekily replied with a wink before she slipped into the robe, assertively grabbed his hand and followed him downstairs, continuing exactly what they had started before.

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Nova found herself walking up with an immense headache. She blinked a few times and figured that the light that shone from the small bullseye window was way too bright. She groaned, the dizziness hitting her while she forced herself to raise her head, but as she realized that her hand was placed on a naked chest she flinched. "Oh no", she muttered, not again... It seemed like her waking up like this was almost a tradition and she wasn't exactly pleased with her apparent lack of self control.

Obviously, there had been a few more shots of Tequilla involved -or that was at least what the half emptied bottle, the emptied salt shaker and the pile of half squeezed lemons in the cabin told her the next morning- but it seemed like there was much more that had happened apart from a few more shots...There was also a pink pool floatie shaped like a popsicle that randomly stood in the left corner of their little cabin, the had been torn down and there was a half eaten mugcake on the table on the right, which was all rather suspicious.

She carefully tried to slip out of the blanket without waking the hot blonde next to her, but even before she realized that all of her clothes were missing, the love bites told her that both of them had apparently continued partying for quite a while. She sighed, her gaze lingering on the undressed man next to her before she directed her gaze back at the small window across the bed. They were moving...moving into the direction of some sort of land. It seemed like their party was over and every participant would be brought back to the main land, but Nova knew that she was in no state to fly yet...Maybe the handsome Echani could drop her off somewhere.

Cheriss...this memory suddenly hit her right in the face. Uh oh. Arla had ensured that if Nova would soon be involved in a very unpleasant conversation with the champion, but even now in her slightly more sober state she didn't care to much. Closing her eyes, she massaged her temples with her fingers for a moment, trying to remember why Arla had called her again, but she couldn't quite remember who had come with that dare.

"Morning sleepy head" she playfully poked Caelian in the ribs, hoping that choosing humor would be a better coping mechanism this time. If she wanted a ride, she better played nice, and antagonizing him wouldn't help anybody anyway. "Seems like we're almost done with that cruise", she went on, leaning back into the sheets. She rolled over and faced him, another idea forming in her head while a smirk crossed her lips. "But it seems like we've got a few more minutes...", she then suggested teasingly, not even sure whether this was a good idea as she was not only dizzy, but slightly nauseous, but she traced across his chest with her index finger anyway. She was convinced that she wouldn't see him for a whole while afterwards, so why not taking advantage of the moment while it lasted?

@Xorism @thepartycrewthatisabouttostrand

 

[Wodan]

Wodan’s eyes opened, a thin beam of light was coming through the cabin window, slightly illuminating the face of Arla who lay in the bed next to him. Looking over at the Dathmorian he smiled, flashes of the night before crossing his mind. Slowly removing her arm from his chest, he placed it gently back on the pillow beside her before covering her with the sheet they had tossed onto the ground in the middle of the ‘activities’ the night before.

Pulling on a pair of shorts, he made his way from the small cabin grabbing the bottle of vodka from the night before on the way out. Shaking the bottle he noticed how little was left in it, the pair had gone through most of the bottle the night before, body shots and swigs aplenty. The cool air of the morning helped bring clarity to the Firrerrian, his advanced physiology had almost removed all of the alcohol from his system, leaving him free from headache and dodgy stomachs his fellow Sith would be waking up to.

Glancing above him, he saw a pair of feet pressed up against the balcony, a tail swishing from side to side. He gave out a little chuckle and smirk at the sight, he knew only one person with that skin tone and a tail and from the last he saw of the Tiefling he had left to have an enjoyable night of his own.

Rounding the stairs he headed up onto the top floor of the yacht, the Tiefling coming into full view. “Enjo….” He began with a cheery tone and smile, before he spotted the look on the man’s face. The Firrerrian’s own tone and face dropped from the buzz of the night before becoming calm and concerned for his ‘friend’, if Altair was in a funk, seeing Wodan bright and cheery wasn’t going to help, not until they had spoken at least a few words. Walking up to the balcony edge, he patted him on the outstretched calf lightly, as Wodan lent against the same railing. A little notion of friendship and physical bond that he felt the Altair needed. “You alright bud.” He said in a tone which gave it both a literal and rhetorical meaning. It was down to Altair if he wanted to speak to him or not, Wodan just made him aware that the Firrerrian was there if he needed him.

Taking a swig of the vodka bottle, he caught a small taste of Arla’s lips on the bottle rim, bringing a smile to the Noble’s face for a second. A few minutes later, a strange looking woman he hadn’t seen the night before, walked up the set of stairs on the other side of the top deck. “Morning.” He greeted the new guest, raising his vodka bottle in greeting to the woman.

@Sreeya @lizziie

 

[Brekis Rath]

Things....well things certainly got out of hand fast. At least for Brekis they did. See the Kaleesh was not much a drinker...like at all. So the few drinks he'd had were a bit too much for the Kaleesh. You'd think for a being of his size he could handle his liquor a bit better, but bad things happen when you start mixing your coriellian wine, and devaronian rum. So when Brekis thought he'd swam up to talk to the other party members in his usual eloquence what actually came out was a garbled mess of words.

From there Brekis had found a pool floaty and fumbled his way onto it, seeing the rest of the party in a bit of a blur. He would see the game of truth or dare, quickly turn into couplings....sometimes tripplings as he continued to drink simply taking in the atmosphere. He didn't know what had happened to his fellow wall flowers, but he could've sworn he saw Arla (@Phoenix ) being carried off by some young man and the very popular Tiefling fellow slink off with 2 others (@Sreeya @GABA @Altaris ). Brekis wouldn't even make it out of the pool, finding he would spend the night there floating peacefully as the alcohol took his consciousness.

He would awake to the sun peaking over the horizon and groan softly to himself. "Ugh...by the force.....was I hit by a speeder...." To his credit he didn't throw up which at this point he thanked the force. If this was what all Sith parties were like...he'd have to come to more, as he felt he was definitely going to come out of this ordeal stronger. He decided the best thing for himself was to simply roll off the floaty and into the cold water of the pool. The cold crisp water instantly woke him up and helped to clear his head. He would swim to the edge and drag himself out. He quickly found his shirt....at least he was pretty sure it was his. The deck had become a mess of clothes and bathing suits at this point. The walked toward the only other beings he could see on the deck this early...Ah that Tiefling and someone he wasn't even sure he remembered from the party, and the acolyte that had taken Arla to his room.

"So I have to ask...when exactly does the sun stop hurting my being after these parties..."

@Braden @lizziie

 

[Arla]

Arla woke up the next day, and the only and immediate thing that came to her mind was the absolutely, positively pounding headache she had. She was pretty sure that someone had put an axe through her head while she was sleeping.

She rolled over in bed with a groan, seeing that she was now alone but fully covered in sheets she didn't remember pulling up. She might have questioned it if she could think about anything beyond the fog of pain in her head.

With great effort and about fifteen minutes of building up willpower, she finally dragged herself out of bed and put on her bikini once again. She was feeling a bit less great about everything now, but forced herself out onto the deck only to almost let out another groan as she saw the beating rays of the sunrise.

She shuffled over to the kitchenette, but instead of looking for alcohol, poured herself an entire ice bucket full of water and hugged it to her chest, carrying it over to where the rest of the group was sitting down.

She started drinking the water as she took a seat, her face betraying that she was feeling anything but great right then.

I think I died in my sleep, she muttered after a few moments. You're going to enjoy the rest of this trip, she told herself. It was a Sith party, dang it! Granted, the night before had been quite enjoyable, but now it was a matter of living with the consequences.

How can you be drinking more? she asked as she looked over to see Wodan finishing off the remains of the bottle that she recognized quite well from the night before.

She thought about asking how everyone else was feeling that morning, but thought better of it. The last thing they probably wanted to be reminded of was how terrible they felt... except that most of them seemed fine. Either they hadn't drank as much as her or they handled their alcohol much better.

@lizziie @Sreeya @Braden @Okoju @LadyRen

 

[Darth Tempest]

Morning rapidly approached, and it wasn’t until a stray beam of light collided with Vahliri’s face that she finally began to rouse from her slumber. The combination of events the evening prior had left the half-Annfyn completely exhausted, and it meant that she slept in far later than she normally would have. The moment that her eyes began to flutter open, however, they promptly squeezed shut once more - dull pain coursing through her head as if she’d been hit by a speeder. Where Altair and others had extraordinary physiology to process the alcohol in their systems faster, Vahliri felt the full effects of the morning after.

Exhaling sharply through her nostrils, Vahliri rolled herself over - not quite feeling a desire to get up yet - and slung her arm over the body just beside her in the bed. For just a few minutes more, the half-Annfyn wanted to snuggle up against Altair - bury her face against his chest and left the morning pass by before she peeled herself away. Of course, it wasn’t Altair who she snuggled up against.

Amber eyes opened after only a split few moments, immediately recognizing that it wasn’t the Tiefling she was holding. Her gaze settled onto Tiamat, blinking a few times as she stared at the waves of long hair that spilled across the pillows and the peaceful expression she wore. In an instant, flashes of the night prior and their activities long into the morning surfaced in Vahliri’s mind. And for a long moment, she simply laid there.

While she certainly wasn’t perturbed to find the woman laying beside her, Vahliri couldn’t help the pangs of disappointment that ran through her upon realizing that the Tiefling had left already. There was no small part of her that wanted to wake up in his arms and stay there until the sun was well into the sky - without an ounce of urgency to drive them. And for all the ways that the half-Annfyn knew better, a part of her wanted to recreate what they had back at that cave. While she certainly hadn’t expected Tiamat to enter the equation, she had been down that same road with Altair countless times in the past. She couldn’t deny that it had all been fun the night prior - and yet it, just like every time prior, left her with that same ache of longing in her chest.

A few more moments passed, and Vahliri finally began to extract herself from Tiamat and the cabin bed. She slipped off the mattress and pulled the blankets a little higher on the redhead, before turning towards the connected bathroom to freshen up. By the time she exited, the half-Annfyn had changed back into her clothes - her black hair still slightly damp and left to cascade down her shoulders and to the middle of her back. She opted to skip her morning drills and Katas, taking the opportunity to relax and hydrate away the headache she still felt.

It didn’t take her long to reach the top deck - rubbing her eyes ever-so-slightly as she spotted the others. The air was still filled with fog, and it brought a cool moisture with as the yacht cut through the water. “Morning,” She said towards the trio, flashing a smile towards Wodan before her gaze flicked over to Altair. It lingered there for a long moment, the smile on her lips tugging a bit warmer before her attention shifted to Llolith. “Hey,” She offered a wave of her fingers, greeting the Acolyte warmly. “I’m Vahliri. Didn’t see you around yesterday,”

She glanced back out into the fog - oblivious to the danger directly ahead. “Guess we’re the only ones up so far.”

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As the Sith party-goers gradually began to rouse from their slumber and filter back out onto the top-deck, all but one of them would be completely oblivious to what was going on within the control deck. By this hour, the Captain - a man hired for the weekend to guide the boat on its route - would have returned from his own quarters, in order to begin steering the vessel back to shore.

Except, the Captain wasn't at the controls.

Instead, the man was haphazard strew across the hardwood floor a few feet away - his limbs stretched out at uncomfortable angles and face flat against the ground. There was little doubt that the man was dead upon observation - his body long-sinced turned cold and stiff as rigormortis began to set in. If there were any doubts, the wide pool of blood that he laid in would certainly dispel any such rumors. Deep, brutal lacerations tore across the Captain's torso and legs - carving through flesh and the source of the blood that had openly poured out of him.

There was no other clues or signs left behind within the control room. There was no one to address the chirping alarms or warnings of an approaching landmass, or ponder why the yacht sensors were unable to pinpoint where exactly they had drifted in the night. And there was no one to re-direct the ship before it would collide in only a few minutes more.

@Sreeya @GABA @Braden @LadyRen @Okoju @Xorism @Scoobert @lizziie @LouJoVi @Tom @EveryoneElseICan'tRememberThisManyPeople

 

[Altair Din]

Altair was deep in his thoughts when he heard Wodan beginning to speak. He glanced soon enough to see his face switch from cheery to somber and it made him realize he was being a bit expressive with his emotions. The tiefling only smiled at Wodan (@Braden) in turn, raising his beer in cheers before taking a swig, “Morning, bro,” He said simply as his gaze flicked back to the sun that was now over the horizon. It was just the two of them for now and Altair exhaled at Wodan’s question.

“Lesson for ya,” He began as he took a long swig from his beer, “Stick your dick into whoever, but keep the feels and your heart on lockdown. Ain’t no girl worth that,” Altair said as he gazed at Wodan. He probably made no sense, and he didn’t really care. It all sounded angsty when he said it out loud and he grimaced a bit. He cleared his throat and took another swig, “You seemed to do well, that silver eyed chick is cute,” Altair grinned slyly at the Firrerreo.

That was when others began to join them on the top deck and the tiefling was surprised. He first spotted a girl (@lizziie ) he didn’t even see from the day prior who had… a lot of eyes, “Hey, I’m Altair,” He said cheerfully without getting up from his seat, "And damn girl, you got a GPS? Cuz I'm gettin' lost in them eyes," Altair tagged on with a shit-eating grin to see if she would react with tossing him overboard or find it humorous.

Altair looked over at the Kaleesh (@Okoju ), chuckling at his question, “For you? It’ll be a while. If you gotta hurl, the railing’s right there,” He pointed. The Kaleesh being older meant he would be miserable far longer than the others. His gaze next flicked over to the silver eyed chick Wodan hooked up with who opened up with a complaint about the Firrerreo drinking. Damn, clearly the nagging started early. Altair chuckled to himself, giving Wodan a knowing look before he spotted Vahliri (@Altaris) joining them. There was a pang of guilt as he spotted her - knowing her, he knew she would have expected him to still be there when she woke up. Hell, he probably could have had another tumble with the two ladies in the morning. However, something drew him away in the end and he didn’t linger on it too much.

“Hey Vahl,” He said to her with a smile. His tail flicked up cheerfully to accompany the greeting.

 

[Caelian]

Spoiler: Theme

Caelian lay quietly in the large comfy bed recovering from a long hard night as the sunlight intruded into their slumber. He always liked this time of the morning, when the world just seemed to freeze and the freedom from his responsibilities allowed but a moment's respite.

The peace was broken by a quiet movement next to him as his gaze shifted to the other side of the bed. Her bare silhouette stood out amongst the colourful and messy cabin around her and brought a small smile to the Echani's face. While she moved to stare out the window, Caelian sat up slightly and collected the glass of water and pain meds he had conveniently left there earlier in the night. He was definitely not in the mood to join the rest of the gang upstairs in this state.

The luxurious pillows could only do so much to mask the effects of an immense hangover, but the meds would at least let him function in the meantime. The awful taste was expected, forcing an uncomfortable grimace as he shuffled back onto the bed. Caelian didn't really know what to expect with a wild card like @Nova Trent, the mysterious brunette hadn't killed him in his sleep nor removed any of his limbs that he could tell, so he'd chalk that up to a successful night.

Life was pretty good, actually, if he started to think about it. "I swear we just fell asleep, and it's already morning. I wish they'd charter a longer trip next time" he said with a grin. Extending one arm to embrace her as she climbed back into the sheets, placed to play with the loose ends of her hair on her back. "The spirit is willing, trust me, but the flesh..." he let out a light-hearted chuckle before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips.

He couldn't take it to disappoint those hazel eyes staring back at him, she was right after all about enjoying the chance for leisure when they could. "Well, I guess we should get our credits worth, right?" cheekily pulling up the sheets over the pair.

 

[Wodan]

Wodan gave the Tiefling a puzzled look scrunching his eyebrows together, it wasn’t the kind of statement he would expect from the Champion. Considering what Wodan expected Altair’s activities last night with Tiamat and Vahliri entailed he would have expected him to be a little cherrier. But, the image of the Tiefling walking away from the ‘Never have I ever’ game last night came to the Firrerrian, although he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times. He had at least enough real world experience to put two and two together.

He didn’t get a chance to speak to Atlair about it further, before the older Champion moved the conversation onto his own night's activities. He matched the Tieflings sly grin with one of his own. “I learn from the best.” He replied mockingly whilst giving the man a bow. Standing up he took another swig off the Vodka bottle, but quickly spat it out at Altair’s ‘GPS’ quip. “Fuck’s sake dude.” He said with a chuckle. “Wodan.” He added, raising his glass towards Llolith.

“Though if you are going to hurl, can you move down a bit. Cheers.” The Firrerrian said to the Kaleesh as he made his appearance on the top level, Wodan pointed him towards the edge furthest away from him and luckily downwind. He returned Vahliri’s smile and greeting as she joined them. The top deck quickly becoming crowded with the barely living remnants of the night before. Wodan once again giving a little thanks to his body’s natural tolerance to such things.

“A pleasant reminder of last night.” Wodan replied to Arla with a cheeky smirk.

@Sreeya @lizziie @Okoju @Altaris @Phoenix

 

[Arla]

Arla took another drink from her literal bucket of water that she held to her chest and the headache’s edge came off even if only a tiny bit. Perhaps she could dig up some medications and some caf or something too.

She still smirked slightly at Wodan’s comment.

“Yeah, you did alright,” she said, managing a mischievous smirk. It probably would have been more seductive if she’d felt better, but alas this was the cards she had.

“I’m going to try to dig up some caf. Anyone want any or wanna help me look?” she asked, pushing herself up and heading in the direction of the kitchenette with anyone else who opted to join or with a head count of others needing a pick-me-up.

@Braden @otherpartygoers