Ask Event GALAXIES MOST ELIGIBLE!

[Rich Magnum]

Rich would watch the contestants in a combination of horrified fascination and downright amusement. He couldn't tell if they were trying to kill other contestants, or if they just naturally had to get their stomach pumped each time they drank. He would walk past some very weird, very disconcerting sights, the very least was Lil Klepti. The aroma of his drink was more appalling then the look and Rich would just offer Klepti a frown. "I am sorry my friend, but we cannot serve that to the others." he would clap twice and Todd hurried over. "Todd, discard of well.. everything about that container."

Todd would look nervously at the pitcher and gulped.. audibly. He would pull out a pair of yellow rubber gloves and snap them on with a little bit of flair, then grab it carefully with both hands and power walk away. Once well outta view, Todd would almost slip and fall, losing everything. But some distant god would take pity on the boy and he would recover. Boy, he hated being an intern.

With Todd gone, Rich would continue his strut around the drinks until the buzzer sounded. "TIMMMEEE!!!!" He'd shout out. "Alrighty contestants, you will each try every other contestants offering, save Klepti's Dookie Smoothie." These were some of the most suspect drinks and he was not going to partake in any of them. Save maybe Thai's as she was an actual bartender.

((Everyone go ahead and do reactions to the drinks. Start with the drink below yours in the posting order. Prissca will drink Thai's first, Jazz will drink Trady's first [quality of 2] and unfortunately for Klepti, who still gets to try everyones. He will be Jazz's first victim. A 1 on taste, is puke city. Enjoy.))

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[Prissca Kersin]

Prissca tried her best to ignore the tiny redheaded monster that kept plaguing her existence, watching her slide past her in an almost comical way and for once actually speaking without a slew of slurs spewing out of her mouth at the same time. Thank the stars she was going to trade roommates so she didn't have to share a bedroom with the infuriating woman. Or so she thought.

Considering she had no clue what she was doing, the good Lady Kersin was finished mixing her 'almost looks like gold' concoction long before the time was up and had spent her remaining minutes fixing her make-up for the cameras. She was so self-involved she didn't even notice that their host had had the little robed woman's drink confiscated, but if she'd had ANY idea what was in it she might've burnt the house down with everyone still in it – cast and crew alike – if one drop of what that little creature created had touched her lips.

She would let out a soft sigh as the new instructions were doled out, doing her best to keep a smile on her lips as she stepped over to the first drink she was intended to try – this one created by the Togruta woman. She hadn't quite caught on to any names yet, but she'd overheard at least a small portion of the conversation earlier between her and the Twi'lek woman so she knew this should at least be drinkable. Lifting the glass, Prissca would swish the liquid around before taking a cautious sip, her eyes suddenly widening as the mix of flavors danced along her tongue, ending in a spicy aftertaste of Junipera. Wow. Just wow. “Marvelous.” She intoned, giving the creator a warm smile and a raise of her glass.

It may not have been the smartest idea at the time, but the diva would down what was left of her portion before moving on to the next contender in their little game – this one created by the aforementioned arch-nemesis of her current living situation. The redhead. A frown touched her lips as she laid her eyes on the bubbling neon green horror in a shot glass. What sort of disgusting gutter trash abomination of liquor was this? Looking to the staff, who gave her the thumbs up, Prissca sighed and lifted one of the shot glasses. At least it would be quick. Knocking back her shot in what was probably the most high-class way possible, she'd make a face before it even touched her tongue, though what brought an even more pained look to her face was not that it tasted bad. No. It tasted good. Very good. A slew of curses flew through her mind at the thought that this woman was capable of making a drink look that foul and yet taste so good. She hated it, and she hated having to admit any of it.

Still looking as if she was in pain, though definitely more mental pain than physical pain, Prissca moved on to the next drink in the line without uttering a word – this one created by the Twi'lek. It was another fizzy-looking drink, but at least it wasn't neon. She lifted a small glass of the liquor and gave it a smell. She rarely drank so many unknown cocktails made by unknown people of unknown skill level, but considering the last two she'd tried were out of this galaxy good, she thought they might all be of similar quality. She was only slightly wrong. The drink was good, a mix of sweet and tart that would indeed fit well with a savory dinner, but it wasn't quite as good as the last two she tried. “Very interesting,” she noted, offering a smile and a nod of her head to the Twi'lek before moving on to the next one.

The next one having been concocted by the man in strange make-up and clothing from earlier. Oh lovely. With a deep breath and a reminder that the first two were divine and the last one was still quite good, the diva lifted one of the glasses and took a sip of the strange cocktail. This one brought a true look of digust to her face though, setting the glass down and making her way to the next drink without saying a word. Her eye twitched. It had had the taste of cherries mixed into it, but it tasted rotten somehow, and her stomach was already beginning to turn at the thought of it.

'Keep your poise, keep your poise, just one left to go,' she told herself.

Unluckily for her, the last drink would not help her, the poor woman taking one sip of the brew before suddenly darting past the cameras, out of the kitchen, and into the nearest bathroom she could find. She couldn't even be ladylike about it. There was only one or two other times in her life when she felt such a sudden and undeniable urge to vomit, and she certainly wasn't going to do it in front of an audience.

At least, she sure hoped the bathrooms didn't have cameras in them.

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[Gram Van Alasdaire]

Genetically, much like Gram was predisposed to the Dark Side - he too was naturally prone to being obsessive with substances. Especially alcoholic ones. His mother had a severe issue with the drink, which resulted in an almost family wide drinking ban while his family had still been alive. Since their deaths, he hadn’t found any joy at the bottom of a bottle. Only fond yet sad memories of faces he could barely remember.

When Rich asked HIM to make a drink, he had made an honest attempt, but stopped halfway through and excused himself from the activity. It did not feel right to him, to concoct something such as this for the purpose of consumption by anyone but himself. Force forbid it got popular, he would never have been able to forgive himself. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to provide feedback for the others, at a minimum.

The others were testing and drinking their share, while the Vahla simply looked the line over once, and then back again, before collecting his samples in glasses one after another. Once the line was complete, Gram inhaled deeply, exhaled, and began to down every single drink without pause. It was over in less than a minute, but everyone in the room - cameras included, would notice the distinct wobble the Alasdaire had just developed.

“Bwondie. K beherage. Mur... schweet.

Rylothi, erhhhh, mmh! MMH?! ‘Lifious.

Purdy Boi - no. No beherage. Nooooo....”

The Vahla stumbled forward slightly, his speech having become a bloody mess. See, Gram had severely miscalculated on one detail. Most humanoid sentiments had a system in their body designed to deal with smoke from naturally grown herbs. Alcohol was, in essence, poison in the bloodstream - a very different technique to the toxin filtering he was used to. Frankly, even at his most concentrated he would not have been able to keep up. Lumbering forward, before nearly keeling over to the right - then straightening himself abruptly.

“Pixshay. Ohhh, mmh beherage mmh.”

(Sorry for the wait, sorry for whatever is above)
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[Thai Ves]

Well... Thai had tried her share of questionable alcohol in her time. She was very hesitant to try some of the concoctions some of the others had created, however. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger... Fuck it.

The first drink was made by the energetic Eisa. It was bright neon green, which didn't phase Thai in the slightest. Mixed drinks could reach all sorts of colors. The togruta took a sip, an immediately grinned. Yeah, this was good. Thai lifted the cup toward Eisa, a toast to the mixture. Damn good.

Next up was her roomate's. As much as she wanted to like it...the drink didn't give her a good first impression. It had a strange smell to it, but once she tasted it, it wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it might be. It might pair well with savory foods if it was supposed to be the star of the show, rather than a good pairing. "Not bad," she'd comment.

Up next were the three drinks made by Laeonas, Klepti, and Jasper. Laeonas's got Thai to make a face, Klepti's was thankfully off the table, and Thai knew Jasper's would be dreadful by the smell alone. She took the tiniest taste, setting the glass down quickly before she could taste any more. Her stomach was a little stronger than Prissca's, but she too felt the urge to gag.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The drinks were set, and time was called. Laeonas had already been lounging for about 20 minutes, but he hadn't bother to taste his own drink. He was instead inclined to watch the rest of the contestants run around like busy bees. When it was time to start sampling, the boy would stand, surveying the fruits of the labor he'd just witnessed. Some, he was eager to get his hands on. Others... Rich had immediately removed from the room. Probably a good call if the smell was right.

He found his way to the redhead's beverage first. He wasn't sure about her skills, but she seemed as appreciative of drink as he was. That was a good sign at the very least-- from a certain point of view. On the other hand, she was a bit of a nutcase-- but plenty of people probably thought Laeonas had a screw loose as well. So, he sipped down his fill with moderation... and was impressed. It was probably some of the finest alcohol he'd ever tasted, and that was saying a LOT.

"Where'd she go?!" He exclaimed, not so subtly drinking another glass reserved for someone else. "Ai gotta... Ai dunno, this is just incredible!" He went on, the still partially buzzed boy pulling out a number of low value credit chips and pouring them onto the counter. To lazy to find her, he moved on to the twi'lek's. This one... looked considerably worse. Bright, fizzy blue was the color of drink that he was used to seeing gand drink, not humanoids from climates he could actually live in.

He hesitated, but he was pleasantly surprised by how good the drink tasted. It didn't fit his personal tastes for hard, simple booze, but it was good. It helped that his expectations had been set at rock bottom, ofcourse. "If Ai was inta this kinda shite Ai'd be inclined ta kiss tha brewer!" He exclaimed, suddenly *HIC* -ing without warning. "Th'at was a joke, cut that shite out!" He suddenly shouted, quickly moving on.

"Now... who next..." He muttered. The man had remembered the locations of all the contestants drinks, so he knew the arrogant blonde's concoction when he saw it. Like the twi'lek's, it... didn't look good. The off-gold color looked more like a white wine; which he hated. On top of this, he had watched her work, and it had been obvious that she had absolutely no idea what she'd been doing. Still, he'd taken a look at the drinks she'd used, and none of them were terrible. So, he strut over, and he drank.

Like the last one, he was pleasantly surprised by how not terrible the drink was. It actually complimented his tastes a bit more than the fizzy, blue drink the twi'lek had produced. He swirled it around in the glass a bit, and allowed it to roll down his throat. It still wasn't as great as the red head's (who the rich bitch obviously hated,) but it was fine booze. He was about to extend his compliments, briefly noticing that the alien midget had kriffed off. However, he spotted the woman tasting his drink.

The boy was about to make a comment, until he noticed the woman's reaction. The twisted face, the putrid look-- it was mortifying. He stepped backwards, almost knocking over some of the glasses that the togruta had put together. "Arrogant bitch, mae drinks can't be that bad!" He thought, ready to give the woman the finger until he noticed the wobbling pitcher. He steadied it with one gloved hand, and took a glass into another. It looked alright, a fine red with a scent that reminded him of that party on chandrilla he had crashed aged ago.

He had no opinion on the togruta, besides her apparent disdain for his own work. It actually started giving him second thoughts about his own booze if not one, but two people were criticizing it; especially considering this drink smelled delicious.

When he took his first sip, he couldn't help but close his eyes as he savored the taste. It was everything he enjoyed, and so much more. The alcohol was obviously strong, giving a kick that he all to happily embraced. The flavor on it's own was incredible, but it somehow managed to pack in the high alcohol content that Laeonas was really drinking for. Once again, he stumbled around in his pockets, but this time he pulled out five separate hundred credit chips, and dropped them down.

"Any of ya swipe this shite, Ai'll break a finger fer each chip..." he muttered, glancing around.

He first spotted the arrogant woman again, and his eyes narrowed. He was more than ready to chew her out for her outward display of disgust. However, she was rushing off, looking ready to vomit. Initially, it only made him more angry, but than he realized that she'd left not from his drink... but another's.

The drink in question was... well, it looked alright. He hadn't noticed, but the latecomer-- a human who looked a bit shorter and younger than him-- had brewed something of his own. It was actually odd how similar the pale, bunned up human seemed to match his earlier style of dress-- that of a barely kempt mess. It was just another reminder that whoever picked the cast might be a bit xenophobic. Still, the makeup covered man was more interested in the alcohol, as he always was.

The mediocre looking drink fizzed a bit. It gave off a cheap vibe, but Laeonas couldn't care. Cheap liquor made up most of the liquor he'd ever consumed; he wasn't about to start discriminating now. Besides, that stuck up bitch had probably only been used to high end booze crafted by servants or bartenders at the galaxy's best restaurants. Clearly, she hadn't been used to the taste of what most people had to drink on the regular. Taking the drink to his lips, Laeonas anticipated the familiar kick and mediocre flavor he was used to. It couldn't possibly--

It couldn't-- possibly--

"PHHHHTWAARRGHH!--"

The man had just enough time to stagger backwards and grab the spout of the sink, preventing his fall and allowing him to throw his head inside as he began vomiting. Normally, Laeonas could handle a bad drink, even a terrible drink. But the other human's concoction was not only uniquely vile, it had been followed up by a drink that was absolutely fantastic. He didn't vomit for long, but all he'd drank in the past several hours had violently come out in a vile mixture. Laeonas still took a few minutes to recover, and when he did, the look in his eyes was... well, if looks could kill, anyone who caught it would've been incinerated.

And the one who caught it was the creator of the drink himself.

In a walk that was to calm to truly be calm, Laeonas closed the short gap between him and the similarly built human in seconds. Aquamarines burned into emeralds like blasts from turrets into a ship's hull. It took a lot to win this level of disdain from the man, but alcohol was a one way ticket to seethetown. Laeonas would take a few steps back, than, pointing a long finger right at the ranger's face, he shouted, "NEVER let this pasty arse, green eyed, tattoo'd arse'd, man-bun arse'd MORON ever touch a BOTTLE with a LIQUID that's got an ALCOHOL CONTENT ABOVE POINT ZERO..." he paused, taking in a long, deep breathe.

"AGAIN!"
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[Eisa Wex]

Stepping away from the pitcher of effervescent green glowing liquid as Magnum called time on the contest, the fiery haired spacer, busied herself clearing away the bottles she had used to 'mix' her drink, though the most part of her clearing the bottles away wasn't the case of returning the bottles back to the bar she had lifted em from, but taking swigs from the bottles of spirits and necking the dregs that remained. It wasn't likely that she would have free access to the a bar this stocked anytime soon after the competition was over for her, so may as well milk it for all she can.

The instructions came from Rich to then move down the bar and sample the drinks of the neighboring two contestants. Shrugging at the instruction, the spacer didn't really need an excuse to drink. It wasn't as if she was going to be behind the controls of her ship for a while now, so when in New Alderaan! Moving down the bar the spacer approached Pidge, the blue twi'leks concuction. Picking up the glass, Eisa studied the fizzling vermillion hued drink, swriling it about for a moment before realising that she was no critic, and proceeding to down the glass in its entirety. Her lips pursing up as she studied the taste it left, before eventually nodding. "Not Bad blue" Eisa commented, before finishing her taste test, it certainly was a good drink, not quite the wild fiery haired humans tastes, but merit where it's due, bit was nice. "Just needs a bit more if a kick" she added with a slight shrug, not overly fussed given by the looks of it people up and down the bar made efforts to cultivate and mix their drinks to their tastes, whilst in comparison the spacer may as well have thrown in anything she could get her hands on and just make something as flamable as ship fuel.

Next on the list was was the other half of the coincidental reunion, Laeonas. Another poor happless sod who also got flattened by an out of control speeder bike that a certain little sabotage droid might have had a teensy little pincer in. Picking up the prepared drink, the spacer picked out the cherry and set it aside, before towing the contents of the glass down her gullet and swirled the remainder of the fluid around her mouth. Which inturn then proceeded to visibly contort into a look mixed revulsion and confusion. "Just what in the Kriff went into this" the spacer muttered as she looked over the drink, before gagging a little at the sensation of acid reflux passing up her throat. "It ain't much on taste or kick. Bit seriously ain't the worst thing I've drunk"

Then speaking of gagging, next came Jasper, the late attendee to the competition, who just seemed to appear right before the drinks mixing competition started. It seemed that alot of camera interest was directed around his concuction in particular, as was the notable scent of vomit. Raising a curious eyebrow, the spacer took one look at the drink, then the others who had passed by, their skin pasty and pale, bodies hunched over, and pools of vomit all over the shop. "Nu uh, my brain might be fragged, but I ain't that kriffing backwards" Eisa spoke before giving it a hard pass. Only to then get stopped by one of the crew, gesturing to the suspect drink. Holding her hands out to the side as she silently mouthed in protest to the out of sight crew. Before groaning, in resignation and back stepped, crabbed the glass and then thew the suspect liquid down her gullet. Her face instantly screwing up in a contorted expression of disgust, and repulsion. "Argh that's fucking rank!!" The spacer spat out before just scrambling over the bar, grabbed a bin of empty bottles before then proceeding to jam two fingers down the back of her throw to forcibly induce vomiting. Once she had finished spilling her guts out the spacer rose up to her height, grabbed the neared bottle from behind the bar and poured until her mouth was full. Before swilling it about her mouth to wash out the foul taste, before just spitting the improvised mouthwash out into the floor.

Well surely with that over with, it must only be up hill from here on. The next drink on the agenda, some golden tinted drink that just reeked of pretentiousness, this certainly must have been the blonde diva's offering. With a shrug the spacer took a glass, necked it and then pursed her lips in approval. "Ain't bad, seems she can do more than just complain all hoity toity like" the spacer mused as she then moved down to the next drink in line, which also seemed to be the last was Thai's with the same consistent approach the spacer grabbed the glass, and downed it all in one. Her eyes brightening as the taste of the drink reacted well for the spacer. "Oooh that's good" she spoke, seemingly to now one other than the ever present cameras. Setting the glass down the spacer ducked back beneath the bar,. "now that's over and done with.... beers" Eisa murmured as she rifled through the under cabinet fridges, pulling out a few bottles of beer to resume drinking. Especially after having to purge herself following that abomination if a drink, the spacer needed to too up her buzz

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

It was the Jawa's turn to drink. The first person up for his taste test was Jasper. People have not been liking it so far. Maybe they just have weak taste buds, how bad can it be? Klepti walked up to Jasper and looked at the green drink before him. It looked delicious, why are people losing their minds? Taking the drink he looked up to the man who made it and would nod before he kicked the drink back and let it sit sit in his stomach... for like seconds..

Klepti took in a breath like he was going to speak, but before even the first letter of the words he was trying to form could come out, he began puking profusely. Projectile vomit went straight at Jasper himself. After the puking of green juice, he took some deep breaths and would begin to say,

"Huchaspu"
(Disgusting)

Klepti waved his hand at Jasper as he was trying to wave away a fly. The rapping sensation then walked over to taste the next drink that was made by Prissca. It looked a lot different than that concoction made by Jasper. He took a look at it and thought to himself it can't be as bad as that shite he just drank. Or well.. tried to drink.

Taking the glass and taking a drink, then another, then another. By the time he set the glass onto the table, it was damn near empty. It might've been the best drink he had ever had. Aside from tequila. All he could was burp and give a thumbs up.

Moving on he had drank the like of Thai's and Pidge's and Eisa's. All three just blew his mind. They were phenomenal. He called his manager and told him to hire these three to make drinks for his shows. They all got good noodle gold stars from Klepti. Definitely going to indulge again.

Then came Laeo and Bom Trady. First was Laeo, the drink was not terrible.. though it was definitely not that great. Klepti shook his head in a no motion, this was definitely titled shite. As well as Bom Trady's drink, he could barely keep it down. Guys are really bad at making drinks apparently.

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[Pidge Batana]

Time was up and the sampling had begun. Pidge looked nervously at the room. She could hold her drink well, but she was less confident in the ability of others. Being tipsy and sipping the drink a few tables over that smelled like rotten vegetation would not be an excellent mix. The fact that the aroma was so pungent she could smell it across the room was not the best of signs.

First was the well made up man‘s drink. He seemed to be staggering slightly, but much to his credit, had not yet dropped any crystal glasses or made a mess on the floor. Carefully, she raised the glass to her lips and sipped. It was sickly sweet. Forcing a smile, she nodded and moved on. “Nice touch with the cherries.”

The poor Jawa looked disappointed that his drink had not made the cut, so she reached down to pat his head in sympathy, then thought better of it and pat his back. The thing was small, but it probably had teeth.

A handsome, slim man with piercing eyes was next. Unfortunately, his drink was much less appealing. As she drew nearer, the Twi’lek located the source of the unpleasant smell. Pinching her nose in preparation, she tipped the glass back. As soon as the stuff hit her tongue, she doubled over, reeling. It was all the woman could do not to spit the stuff out immediately and actually aim for her cup. Her face was a deep violet by the time she had fully recovered. “Pretty boy certainly won’t want to kiss me now that I’ve had that.“

Pidge tactfully moved on before her comment could register, lest it upset Jasper. She was too tired to be dodging fists. Mercifully, Prissca’s drink, in contrast to its maker, was very nice, the kind that might be served at a decent restaurant. What it lacked in complexity, it made up for in taste.

Now, the drink Pidge had been looking forward to the most: her roomate’s. If the mix she had downed earlier was any indication, it would be a delightful palate cleanser from the residual aftertaste of the nasty drink that still hung in her mouth. Much to her chagrin, all the glasses were empty. The problem was quickly solver, however, when the Twi’lek discovered more in a pitcher stashed to the side. The drink did not disappoint. It slid down her throat smoothly and had the perfect balance of sweet and bitter. Screw Lady Prissca, this was what real class tasted like.

Last was Eisa’s mix. If it had half as much fire as the girl had, it would be good. The spacer added spice to every situation, including, apparently, drinks. While the taste was vastly different from Thai’s, the flavor was impeccable. It was incredible really. Maybe that dysfunctional droid of hers had pulled up a recipe or something. If not… well Pidge had some real competition, and while Thai might play nice, Eisa was unafraid of risking everything.

 

[Rich Magnum]

Rich would walk through the scene of deranged madness. Boy, he wondered why anyone drank Jazz's after seeing others run away or vomit, and well, they weren't going to force them to drink it. Subtle side-step here, twirling spin there, Magnum had made it through the pukey carnage unscathed. "TODD! GET THE MOP! YOU'RE WORKING LATE TONIGHT!" Rich would yell out towards the door that the target had disappeared out of minutes before, with a laugh. It was good being the boss.

After having watched each reaction very carefully, he would walk around with a datapad and put markings next to each persons name, not bothering with Jazz, Trady, or some of the other more suspect drinks. He would however drink Pidges, Thais, Laeo's, Eisa's, and Prisscas. "Wonderful job! Well, some of you. Surprise surprise, our resident bartender made the best drink followed by the resident acloholic! At least, that's what I gathered from some of your reactions."

He would maneuver back to the entry of the kitchen. "The rest of the night is yours! Clean up and do what you will!" one of the other workers would whisper to him and he'd nod. "Oh yes.. and Prissca? No changing rooms. Klepti's a boy. And though we want some fiery action, doing that would get us a few lawsuits. Good luck in your future pursuits, however!"

He would then cheerily head out, leaving the contestants to their own devices, while Todd began to clean up all the various messes.


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[Stranger]

“Hm?” Stranger groggily got up and rubbed his eyes. “Oh, thought I missed something important.” He joked and stretched before glancing around at the others and what could’ve been going on while he was asleep. It looked like they made drinks, and form the smell of puke, some of them weren’t to great. Stranger totally forgot what name he was using this time. Was it Dredgegn?…Or Jimi…? “OH WAIT.” He started lgaughing at himself while he remember his grand plan to pull off one of the biggest cons ever caught on holovison. Jimi Hendrix was the name, stealing millions was the game.

He laughed and began talking in his redneck accent again. “Well, well, well, well…That was four wells! Looks like y’all partied without me, pity that, I love me a good party- as long as the drink ain’t to rough.”

 

[Prissca Kersin]

Lady Kersin made it back to the kitchen just as Todd ran in past her with a mop and bucket. She still felt woozy, even after barfing everything she'd eaten or drank since she landed on the Estate grounds, and the smell of the others having done the same did not make her feel any more comfortable. She held her handkerchief up and over her nose and mouth as she listened to Rich's ranking of the drinks, grumbling quietly behind the cloth that hers had not made it into the top three despite her having gone to great pains to play along with his little game – not that she was particularly surprised by that fact. She hadn't a clue what she was doing to begin with, so she couldn't rightly believe she would win.

Well, she could believe it, but it would have been a foolish belief.

Luckily for her, it seemed the group had been set free for the rest of the evening to do what they liked, and what Prissca really wanted to do was to bathe and change her clothes and perhaps get another full body massage to take her mind off of the horrors the night had wrought on her. Maybe she could catch their darling host and ask him about those new accommod--

What did he just say?

Pale green eyes snapped over to the little robed creature, whom she now knew was a male creature, and she gave him a death glare to end all death glares. She-- He had lied to her! Lied to her face, even! Maybe not with words, because she certainly didn't understand one syllable of whatever gutter language he'd been speaking when they talked earlier, but with his actions! He made her think he was a girl! Embarrassment flushed the pale noblewoman's face as she stormed out of the room a second time – this time to retreat to her room and thank the stars above that she hadn't ended up in a situation that would've embarrassed her even further. Who knows what that miscreant had planned to do to her once she fell asleep!

Once in her room, she'd slam the door behind herself and claim the best looking of the two beds, the one closest to the window for ample morning light - it was good for her complexion - and began to scream into one of her pillows in frustration. It'd taken all her willpower to manage to not blow up at the lying Jawa, or blow up the lying Jawa, and now she had pent up rage to work out.

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[Rich Magnum]

After the morning Confessionals, each of the contestants would have their chance to go about their daily routines, all recorded of course. Then they would be treated to a breakfast crafted by the top chef of New Alderaan Rordan Gamsey.

Once the contestants were gathered for breakfast, Rich would make his grand appearance, a glass of whiskey in hand. "Alrighty! How did we all sleep last night?" Hed ask with a wide grin. Far too peppy after a day of heavy drinking. "At least you all survived the night, eh?"

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[Stranger]

“Very well, chief. Very well- the bed had lumps but I punched them out.” Jimi said after shoveling down some bacon, still speaking in his redneck accent. He was always hungry, and this meal was nothing compared to the hutt he ate a while a back.

“Got anymore food I can gouge myself in? I think we’re runnin’ out!” He chuckled and cleaned himself off before devouring another plateful of eggs, sausage, and pancakes. “It’s damn good though…Really hits the spot.” He glanced over the table to find Tal, winked at him, and then acted as if nothing happened.

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[Gram Van Alasdaire]

Gram was beat. Not entirely a first, being incapacitated in some way. But this was the first time he had been incapacitated due to a beverage. His head was pounding like the sound of marching drums, his stomach felt both empty and gnarled. From what he had read on the holonet, caffeine and greasy foods tended to counteract these effects. That was what he would look for come breakfast, though that was a short time off.

His morning went as it usually did, with exception to changing out of his sleepwear. It seemed in his inebriation, he had gone to rest in the same clothing he had worn the previous day. A quick shower and fresh pair of clothes later, the Vahla was refreshened and ready to conquer the day. On this occasion he sported a basic pair of spacer denims and a solid navy T-shirt. His hair was uncharacteristically strung together in a loose ponytail, resting just off his right shoulder. Once the Vahla had collected his sling bag and vaporizer, he exited the room that had been assigned to him - making his way to the smoking area. It was habit, albeit unhealthy, to use the vaporizer come morning.

After he was done with inhaling the fumes into his lungs and coughing a fair bit, he made his way to the kitchen and collected himself a cup of caf, as hot and fresh as he could find. It was black and plain, all the better to kick off this hangover. Gram’s eyes caught the cameras gingerly following him and internally groaned. Smiling and waving at the camera, he turned back around and began to sip on his brew, finding a small table at which to sit, relax, and observe the other contestants as they entered. The host greeted the group with an overabundance of enthusiasm, leading the Vahla to wave to Rich as he did the camera. His voice was croaky and hoarse, but he managed a curt response.

“Slept well enough, though I feel like a dead man walking...”

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[Prissca Kersin]

Where did her royal nobleness go last night you may wonder, after screaming into her pillow and abandoning her room? It would be hard to say once she left the main residence and all those cameras behind, avoiding the other contestants as well as that one particular one she was being forced to share a room with – she still couldn't remember her name – but she may have been seen once or twice at the On-Site Guest Area speaking with her assistant and her Mandalorian bodyguard. Where she went from there was a mystery. All that is known for certain is that she did not appear before the cameras again until the morning.

Stars above, it was morning.

Prissca was not one for mornings, as anyone in her online fan club could tell you. However, since she had to be awake for the morning confessional anyway, she would soon enough stride into the limelight of the dining room in a dark teal and yet scantily short strapless dress with matching ankle boots, one of the first contestants to arrive for breakfast. Her hair had been styled into an almost messy-looking half up, half down do by one of the Estate's servants, and the curled ends were freefalling over her back and shoulders like waves of golden sunlight, a few wild locks of hair breaking free to frame her face and accentuate her near perfect make-up.

And even with all that work having been done to look her best – she still looked exhausted. Smiling at the cameras, her slender digits offering each and every one she saw a wave and a kiss, the good Lady Kersin soon found herself a seat and raised her hand to attract the attention of one of the many servants who quickly came to her side. “Fix me a plate, would you? Nothing too greasy, and nothing too fattening. If you have the makings of a mimosa on the premises, I would like three. Thank you.” She would then wave the servant away, pressing the manicured tips of her fingers against her temples and closing her eyes as she tried to rub away the hangover she had from the night before. Kriff, she hated mornings. Even after the unfortunate events that led to her evacuating the entirety of her stomach contents, she still felt as if she'd drank all night long.

Just without any of the fun that usually went along with it.

Eventually though, once her food had arrived and she'd taken a sip of the first of her mimosas, she would let her gaze wander the room and offered a friendly smile to those present. “How are we this morning, ladies and gentlemen?”

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[Eisa Wex]

Waking up face first into a pillow, the fiery haired spacer groaned as she eased herself up away from the bedding, her eyes narrowing as she looked around the shared accommodation in the morning's light a bemused grin crossing her features as she looked over towards the bed near the the window to see that it was still vacant, - more to the point it still remained untouched. A slight snort of amusement passing the red head's lips as she rolled herself over and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Looks like the Diva couldn't hack it" The spacer mused as she stretched out her arms and legs before easing herself onto her feet. Before with a quick scratch of her lower back, the spacer moved over to her foot locker, gathered some fresh clothing and made her way into the refresher.

A little while later the spacer eventually re-joined the other contestants, via one of the counters where a simple array of pastries, breads, fruits and meats were set out for self service for those not inclined for a cooked breakfast. Picking up a plate the spacer soon loaded it with mostly fruits, glazed pastries, muffins and the odd doughnut, before wondering over, and picking up a pitcher of fruit juice and made her way over towards the table. Planking herself down at the nearest clear seat, and looked up and over those already there. A couple of the male contestants that she hadn't interacted with and of course the previously assumed AWOL Diva - not forgetting the host who was already on the hooch, no doubt going by the hair of the Kath hound. Can't get a hang over unless you're constantly drunk after all.

A wide grin crossed the spacer's features as she picked up one of the pastries and took a bite out of it, before cocking her head to the side and leaning closer towards where Prissca was seated on the opposite side of the table. "Soooo Roomie...." Eisa spoke out after finishing her mouthful. "Noticed that your bed was still untouched this morning, who'd you shack up with? " the spacer enquired as she cast the Diva a teasing grin and wiggle of her eyebrows. "First night here and already knocking boots eh?" she added before pouring herself a glass of fruit juice.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

What had followed the absolute shitshow that had been last night was a blur for the makeup covered man. He'd taken a long shower, thrown up a couple of times thanks to his hangover, and he may or may not have tried to sleep with one of the servants. Whether Laeonas had actually done it was a completely different question, but suffice to say, his night had been chaotic. He'd woken up in nothing but his makeup, thankfully in his own room. He'd checked to see if anything had been stolen-- none of it had been-- but he was concerned about one thing.

His travel bag hadn't been opened, and from the looks of it nothing had been tampered with. The beskar was still there... waiting for someone to snatch it. Even with his slight hangover, Laeonas knew nobody would be stupid enough to try and steal from him. Still, if anyone did... well, the show would need to be canceled on the ground of one of the contestants systematically breaking the thumbs of half the security detail. The man was cautious, mostly because the beskar represented the only concentration of wealth he possessed outside his own ship.

So, he'd slip the dozen or so rods out of the bag, and slip them into the back of the excessively large closet that was full of things he didn't own. They were tucked into the corner, out of sight, but not out of his mind. Security would probably check it, but the likelihood of them doing anything about it was slim. With that out of the way, he'd begin preparing for his confessional. Another shower, half an hour of makeup prep, and one outfit later, he was ready.

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He'd been back in his room almost immediately following the end of his own. He assumed that it would be the same with everyone else, at least for the next few hours. He stripped out of the best outfit he had and went back to bed, only to realize how hungry he was getting. He'd slip back into his pants, and walk towards the kitchen. He assumed it would be empty, and as he walked onto the set, he almost didn't realize the cameras were there, oblivious as he prepared breakfast.

Opening up one of the cupboards, he hummed a song as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. There was a stand full of fruits that Laeonas barely recognized, but he grabbed a yellow, surprisingly phallic shaped one and took it to the island in the middle of the kitchen. As he started eating, he looked around, and it was then that he noticed the cameras, and people as well.

The next few seconds were... awkward, to say the least. Laeonas' eyes would widen, and his face would shine a bright red. His mouth hung open a bit, almost like he was trying to speak; no words escaped his lips. Slowly, the man would stand up, cover his chest with his hands. Than he bolted back to his room as quick as his legs could carry him.

He probably didn't need to be as freaked out as he was. There really wasn't anything to be ashamed of; he was well built, and there wasn't anything wrong with him... besides the scars. They'd already seen his arms, covered in scarring, but that had been intentional. This... this was humiliating for him. It didn't need to be, but the fact that they had seen him outside of his own explicit desires was incredibly awkward... for him, and nobody else.
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[Gram Van Alasdaire]

“Please, don’t start. I for one don’t enjoy verbal tirades for breakfast -”

Lady Kersin was trying to draw eyes, garner attention, woo the audience and perhaps a member of this entourage. It seemed to be working, and though the Vahla did take notice, he didn’t let it outwardly show. Gram was not one to reveal the cards to his sabacc hand, much less so early in the game. The pixie girl, Wex, seemed equally uninterested in engaging the charm - she wanted wit and cunning. Maybe even a bit of anger. If the girl was anything like her demeanor suggested it might even work.

Despite his best intentions otherwise, it was enough to grate his nerves. This was not something he could hide, it reflected in the intensity of his eyes - which would flare amber before cooling.

“We can be civil, can’t we?”

Gram was still recovering from his hangover, adorable as their tete-a-tetes might be. If they got any louder he would undoubtedly end up with a headache, and the exchange had only just begun. Selfish? Absolutely. Collecting an assortment of meats - sausage and bacon primarily. Eggs and cheeses came next, followed by a generous assortment of fruits. Some bread completed the plate as he returned to his middle table, seemingly meant to host a grouping of four.

Gram inhaled sharply, and downed the last of his caf, before waving down a refill. Somehow the mystic doubted his interjection would be helpful, but rather aggravating. It wasn’t like they needed to be cordial all day, not even all morning... just breakfast.

That wasn’t too much to ask... right?

Not until cutlery started flying...

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[Pidge Batana]

A fair amount of commotion roused the tired twi’lek as the cameras crew closed in on the kitchen below her. Pidge was elegantly sprawled on the bed, soaking in the bliss of the silky soft sheets and her feather pillow. It really was a tragedy that she must get up rather than staring at the ceiling for hours, envisioning this place as hers. The mattress springs didn’t even creak when she stretched and got up. This was what riches must feel like. Hopefully breakfast would be just as deluxe.

Tip-toeing out of her room and into the refresher, she changed into a burnt orange dress that she felt complimented her skin tone beautifully. The telltale dark circles that signaled little sleep would fade eventually, but just to to certain, Pidge brushed on some light make-up. If Prissca saw the brands she was using, the woman would throw a fit, but she didn’t know the setting powder container was filled with packer premium spice and therefore couldn’t form an educated opinion. The scoundrel delicately dipped a finger into the powder and licked it... Oh kark. She was supposed to have met with her higher up, Tal. Hopefully whatever he had to say wasn’t urgent. She would look for him at breakfast.

By the time Pidge had her plate stacked with fruit and pancakes, the dining area was beginning to fill up. There was an empty space next to Gram and the man looked like he needed some pep, so she plopped down next to him and gave him a hearty pat on the back. “Sorry bud. Drink water, that should help. Personally, I’d love to know who Miss Priss has been bunking with. Surely it’s harmless.”

Pancakes always tasted better with drama.

 

[Prissca Kersin]

Prissca's breakfast had just been brought to her and she was minding her own business pouring a sweet purple syrup over her pancakes when the dreaded redhead from the day before decided to plop herself down in the seat across from her without even bothering to ask if she could be seated. Typical of the little golem. There would be an eye twitch in reply, but the good Lady Kersin tried her best to keep her head, setting the syrup aside and sipping her mimosa in a serious attempt to simply ignore the woman – despite her terrible table manners, loud chewing, and the food toppling from her plate onto the pristine white lace tablecloth. She already had a headache from her hangover, and her 'roommate' was not helping. The final straw was when the little tart threw out the accusation that she'd spent the night with one of the other contestants.

Another twitch.

“I appropriated my assistant's quarters for the evening, if you must know.” She replied coldly, narrowed eyes shifting to glare at Gram just for a moment as he piped up on the quickly devolving conversation. She wasn't really mad at him though, and his comment brought a comeback as well as a polite smile to the noblewoman's lips as she returned her gaze to the half-cyborg blot on her existence. Her words had an air of authority. “I most certainly can. The question is whether or not this exasperating little agitator is capable of it.”

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