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[Thai Ves]

"I've got a good ear for Coruscant accents," Thai assured. She slipped behind the bar and began to survey the available stock. Not bad. Apparently Pidge had not been to Clinks before--it was a lounge more than anything, no dancers--but no worries. She'd see if they had the stuff for one of her specials here.

"If it isn't two of my favorite ladies." Thai looked up to see a man approaching her and Pidge. The voice sounded way too familiar, and Pidge's "Tal!" brought the name of the man to mind. She gave him a grin once she realized it was him.

"Yeah, we do," Thai chimed in. She wasn't sure how he knew Pidge or how much he trusted her, so she'd leave the explanation up to him. "Had no idea you'd be here too. What are you, on guard duty?" The last time they'd had a real conversation was after some guy with a screw knocked loose showed up in her bar talking about cannibalism and wearing beskar. Interesting night, that was.

While keeping an eye on the conversation so she could chime in if she was addressed, Thai began to pull a couple different bottles out to work with. Something fruity with a touch of spice, huh? Thai used a nice spiced rum as the base for the base of the drink, adding in mixers until the drink went from a warm brown at the bottom to a cherry red at the top. She made two--one for herself and Pidge. She was sure Taldorak wasn't supposed to be drinking on the job.

@Rhogar @Kestrel

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

The smirk was audible, even through the speakers. "Only when one of them is you, Pidge." he would lean against the bar. "Not so loud, though.. Name's Nakadr. Still kinda antedway." The Enforcer would add with a laugh. At her question, Tal would nod. "Yeah, I invested in her renovation at Clinks. Its a great bar, you should go some time. Besides, we need to catch up."

His visor would shift to Thai. "Nakadr has a real successful security company.. and Magnum, wanted something local to Coruscant, so here we are. You ladies need anything, I can take care of it." He'd set an empty flask on the bartop. "Mind giving that a fill?" He'd ask as he circled around to Pidge, leaning close and whispering to her.

@Kestrel @lizziie

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Despite the frustration at the immediate lack of variety, the boy still started drinking what was available. One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four-- it didn't change that he wanted more. Wandering around the mansion, he'd marvel at it in his slightly inebriated state. It was large-- larger than any tenement he'd lived in at least. Winning in this show was out of the question; the people of the galaxy wouldn't vote for a common thug to win. Even if the young man managed to win, he had no idea what he'd actually do with this place.

There was the option of just pawning it off. He'd walk away with millions, and he'd finally be set. His days of extortion and drug dealing would be over, and he could spend the rest of his life in retirement. If by some miraculous chance he did win, it'd be the end of his ambitions. What was there to do once he had all he'd ever need? He would study the force, and he would get an education-- but besides that, he would live.

As he thought more and more about it, thoughts surprisingly clear despite his increasing drunkenness, the more it seemed to become a possibility. He figured that the most likely to win was the redheaded nutcase he'd met nine years ago. It seemed like the blue twi'lek he'd met years prior had also wound up here. Perhaps apologizing for the attempted extortion would win him a friend? She couldn't be any less tolerable than the midget who insulted him, or that blonde noblewoman.

When he spotted the familiar sight of the mandalorian from the job they'd done a few months prior, the boy would nod and raise a bottle. "They let yer beskar covered arse into a place laike thish?" He asked, a bit of a slur coming out with that last word. He seemed to be interested in the twi'lek-- like he knew her. A look of surprise covered the boy's face at the realization.

"Why does everyone Ai've ever met know each other?" He asked, stumbling upwards as he got off his stool. "Ai mean, last taime Ai met thish girl was laike, nine-karkin-years ago. Yer tellin' me th'at she meetsh tha shame mando Ai do on a job? Smalllll galaxyyyyy..." He'd go on, leaning a bit to far to his right.

Laeonas snatched the counter for support, steadying himself. Looking around the kitchen, he'd spot one of two sinks. Without consideration or hesitation he'd dip his head underneath the faucet, and a jetstream of ice cold water sprayed all over his face. He wasn't sobered up from the experience, but he was more aware-- aware of the fact that he'd just ruined his entire makeup routine. The small, yet genuinely diverse group of the twi'lek, togruta, and mandalorian would be treated to see the entire affair.

The boy now looked less like a well kept model and more like a neo-gothic metal star. With running black down his face, he didn't need to look in a mirror to realize what he'd done. "Ah shite. Way ta kriffin' go Laeooo! Yer gonna 'ave ta spend an 'our redoin' all this." The boy spat, obviously exasperated at his own mistake. "We'll talk later, can't let tha cam's see me laike this." He'd state, rushing to grab his duffle bag and find his room.
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@Tess @Rhogar @lizziie @Kestrel @Topher @Scoobert @Aurius

 

[Prissca Kersin]

Prissca let her gaze bounce from one person to the next, waiting patiently for one of them to speak up and acknowledge her question. Not because she was a patient woman, but because the cameras were on and she wasn't going to lose her cool in front of what could be billions of viewers. Were all the contestants present and accounted for? Was her roommate off partaking of the free massages, perhaps? Was she so very lucky that her roommate may have failed to even appear on their first day on the show? She certainly wouldn't object to having her room all to herself, if that were the case, but she really needed someone to answer her question before the silence became awkward.

Instead, she heard a bottle crash, and yet again the noblewoman was forced to look upon the redhead who'd already insulted her and earned her ire once before. She kept a smile on her lips, but it began to look forced as she addressed the little miscreant who'd apparently decided to hog all the servants to herself. "Now now now. Please do control yourself. We don't need the ratings to suffer just because you can't seem to speak without that incessant vulgarity, now do we?"

@Tom @Rhogar @Kell Rook @Scoobert @Topher @lizziie @Kestrel @Aurius @Mr. Teatime

 

[Eisa Wex]

Shaking her head as she rolled her eyes as the Diva decided to try and take the high an mighty approach, to the fiery haired spacer's outburst. Eisa was at a loss of words, in part to the fact that she would have to share a room with miss prissy pants standing all centre stage with her perfectly manicured hair and attentively brushed nails, and no doubt enough foundation and make up plastered over her face that it could also be used to fill the cracks on the external render of the mansion - but also the fact that the Diva's concern was more about the ratings and what the viewers would think!

Are you kriffing kidding me? Have you even seen these shows? the spacer thought to herself as she drew her cybernetic arm over her face, the spacer had watched more than her share of trash reality shows in her years of long haul jumps to know that swearing and crass language, was the very least of the producer's concerns. Not that Eisa really cared, as far as she was concerned this was a free all expenses paid vacation for her and her crewmate - to cut loose and have some fun.

"Well you ain't the one who's gonna have to be shacking up and roomies with the prim and proper police!" The spacer called back towards the blonde, before shaking her head in resignation. "Just so's ya know, I ain't wanting any of your make over tips! or what ever you lot do at sleep overs" she continued with a groan, dreading the recurring thought that this Diva would seek to enlighten and elevate the lowly spacer of ill breading and background to a high social status where she would meet her charming gentleman and live happily ever after - or however those classic old worldy and sophisticated period dramas went. "sides, there ain't no way to help the 'Vulgarity'" The spacer added, her hands raising to make air finger quotes as she said the last word before trailing of for a moment. "So you're gonna have to get used to it Roomie!"

 

[Pidge Batana]

It seemed the fiery spacer and the priss Prisca had begun more drama about roommates. She doubted either of them would get much sleep, but not for the fun reasons. Thankfully Thai seemed agreeable enough, the kind of person Pidge would want to see again, whether or not she won the house.

Turning her attention back to the small posse not directly in front of the camera, the Twi’lek watched her bartender and new friend mix drinks. The way the colors blended was mesmerizing and the scent was heavenly. “I really do need to head down to Clinks now. Help out a friends investment and watch an artist at work. If Nakadr-“ she emphasized the name, patting the armored man on the chest- “has a good security business going, I can think of a slicer and agent he can hire for half-price. That is, if he takes her out to dinner.”

She paused for a moment, struggling to maintain her composure before bursting out in a fit of giggles. ”Just kidding, but I will meet you to discuss business when the camera crew goes to bed...

“No karking way!” Pidge’s doe eyes widened as another familiar man approached. “You two know eachother, too? This is starting to feel like Rich Magnum is giving me a spice-induced fever dream. I mean, I don’t really know you, but we did meet. This is wild!” Her attention flicked back and forth. So many strings to pull. How could she be so lucky?!

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

Gram paused, taking in the atmosphere as he waited for a reply from the young man. But he was... far too intoxicated already to endeavor a reply.

It was in that moment he realized that people were beginning to coalesce about the cameras. Showing their own traits in their own individual ways. Though he wasn’t one for being filmed or recorded, the Vahla was in the mood for some good natured fun. And nothing struck his fancy at a time like this quite like a filk on the six-string.

As his glass was passed to him, he gingerly lifted the opal white, portable hallisket from his pouch and picked it gently, to ensure it had maintained tune. After a second of adjustments, Gram cleared his throat slightly of the smoke and took a swig of the drink.

This was not a usual thing for him, so it would help to forget what exactly he was about to preform, should it bomb terribly. His only reaction to the drama was a long and rather drawn out facepalm.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and sing the awkward away... Phoenix help me...”

He began to play a familiar tune for any who’d heard similar. Many variations of this song existed, and it always made for good listening. At least, in Mr Van Alasdaire’s professionally unprofessional opinion.

“Well, you're walkin' through a city street, you could be near Aridu
And you hear a distant calling and you know it's meant for you
Then you drop what you were doing and you join the merry mob
And before you know just where you are...
...you're in a Naboo pub

They've got one on Coruscant, they've got one on Rhen Var
They got four of them on Taris and a couple on Alzoc 2,
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job
'Cause where’re land in this Galaxy; you'll find a Naboo pub”

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

It was time for Lil Klepti to speak some of the people here. He had walked up to the sassy drama queen Prissca and would tug on her dress The Jawa was sure she would get furious but he didn't care. Getting attention was what he was good at. When she would undoubtedly began to curse him for daring to do so, he would speak.

"Chuba, jee Klepti whooh bu hedd uba?"
(Hey I'm Klepti who the hell are you?)

Klepti spoke in Huttese due to know one understanding Jawaese. He was used to the language, especially since he would use it for his rapping. Jawaese was mainly trading language, so Huttese served as his 'normal' language. The Jawa was giving just enough time for her to say her name and then he would continue right after whether she was speaking or not,

"Uba hu-ttee. Bal uba doo jawah uba?"
(You are pretty, Do you have Jawa in you?)

Yes this is in fact the set up for the joke..

This poor woman, whether she said no or not. Klepti was prepared to ask the question right after.

"Bal uba huujah?"
(Would you like to?)

@Tess

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

The amount of times the duffle bag hit the walls going through doorways was more than once. The clanging of beskar was loud enough to have the boy's ears begging for the release of death by the time he got to his room. At least, he thought it was his room; his nickname's initials were placed on the door. Opening up the door, he attempted to marvel at the furnishings, though it was difficult with the thump of his eardrums. He was more focused on fixing himself up.

Drawing the hand mirror from his duffle bag, he set it on a small table across from the beds. His makeup, or more accurately, his paint, had been neatly arranged in a case he'd bought for 15 credits in an open market stall on some he'd stopped on while on the hydian way. The cheap plastic housed a variety of makeup tools of varying quality. As an example, the mascara couldn't be any cheaper; a simple black shade to be placed on the edges of his eyes. The paints, however... they were in pristine cases, obviously expensive.

He'd started out with this style as a simple way to intimidate people. A blotch of cheap black facepaint, covering everything between his upper brow and cheekbones. He'd started experimenting with style for the fun of it; he added flecks, used patterns, all by hand. His earliest attempts had looked ridiculous, but with months of practice, he'd begun to develop a proper style. The force helped him concentrate on the subtler details; the smallest flecks, the transition from color to his skin. All of it was painstaking, but all of it was worth it.

"Feannag" had been the name he'd taken in the huttball match a few months prior. The stagename and his current patterns had evolved from the same core memory; that being the nursery rhymes of his mother. So many had been focused around birds, flying off above the clouds, free to explore the heavens. It was why the paint on his face resembled feathers over anything else, and it had been why his stage name was vulgar brentaali for "bird." When in combat situations, he'd add a simpler palette; pure black, or pure red. Now, though, he got creative.

He began the first layer with a light red. The strokes were broad, but they all served a purpose of layering a foundation. Next came the violet, which twirled with the red to form a magenta hue. Than came the dark purple, hiding in the center of the branching out bird wings that covered his upper face. Laeonas watched as the high cheekboned, raven haired young man turned his own face into a work of art.

Everything that came after was standard. A burgundy shade of lipstick, a black highlighter for his brows. A thick layer of the cheap mascara was the final touch. At least, it would've been, had the boy not realized he was missing something. "Where'd Ai put mae earrin's?" He'd say aloud, not paying attention to his own talking to himself. He'd look inside his bag, searching between the bars and the p0ckets. The boy was actually starting to panic when he finally pressed a hand against his breast pocket, and felt the thick gems beneath the fabric.

Pulling what had once been the most expensive items he owned out of his pocket, he'd carefully slip them back onto his ears. Piercing them at such a late age would've probably been painful for most people; but Laeonas had received a well enough education on the subject over the course of his life. The re-entry was barely a pinch, and the gems fit snugly beneath his lobes. He beamed, showing off not-so-pearly whites, and the not so straight teeth. This was not a man who'd taken care of himself through most of his life; but it was a man who wanted to look nice.

"Would ya kriff me?" He'd whisper, posing a few times. He was still in the black jacket with the gold trim, and his posture held a confidence that one might expect from a model.

"I'd kriff me."
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@Tess @Rhogar @lizziie @Kestrel @Topher @Scoobert @Aurius

 

[Prissca Kersin]

Prissca crossed her arms under her bust as the redhead talked back to her, not that she didn't expect it. The fact was, the good Lady Kersin honestly never had seen any of these shows. She was much too self-centered to waste time focusing on other people, much less the people on holonet shows. The only time she cared enough about anyone else to seek out information on the holonet about them was when they insulted her in some way. That was when she did her research. So she could crush them.

At first, nothing the redhead said was news to her. She'd of course made the offer to teach her, but she certainly wasn't going to insist on it. She'd rather never speak to the little grease monkey-lizard ever again and was almost overtly glad to hear she agreed. Then she kept talking, and when the realization hit, the color drained out of the noblewoman's face.

No.

'There is no way I'm sharing a room with that creature!' She thought to herself, her eyes wide in shock and her nails digging into her arms as she just sort of stared at the other woman in anger and disbelief. Luckily for Lil Klepti, the next person to try to talk to her, he happened to be short enough to completely duck the hand that swung out to punish whoever had just decided to end their life by touching her without permission. He didn't even have to move. Very lucky.

It took her another moment after that to look down and realize it was a Jawa.

A Jawa that was jabbering away at her in some ugly gutter language she vaguely recognized from somewhere. Somewhere uncivilized. She knew she'd heard it before, but she couldn't seem to place where.

“Excuse me?” She replied, having absolutely no clue what he was saying. She was so confused by him that her previous anger was overshadowed by the absurdity of it all, her brows furrowing in frustration as he continued to jabber on at her like they were having a conversation. “I don't... I don't understand a word you're saying, little creature, but please do not touch me unless I say you can, understand? Do you understand basic?” More gutter speak. “Yes, lovely. Say... would you like to trade roommates with me? I'd much prefer your lack of communication skills to her lack of discretion with her own.” She suggested, nodding toward the redhead before crouching down slightly, eyes narrowing to try and see under the hood. “Are you a girl under there?”

@Tom @Rhogar @Kell Rook @Scoobert @Topher @lizziie @Kestrel @Aurius @Mr. Teatime

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

"Oh yeah, you definitely need to head down there, Pidge. I can even get ya for it." He'd say with an audible grin. "You already know I will take you out to dinner when you want, babe." Tal said with a flirtatious tone, it was hard to tell if the Mandalorian was joking or serious. "I'll be ready for you whenever the cameras are down." But once he got his drink from Thai he would just shake his head as Laeo had a mental breakdown before a forced waterboarding. "I'll let you girls get back to it." He'd nod to Thai before giving Pidge's hand a squeeze. "See ya around."

@Kestrel @lizziie

 

[Rich Magnum]

Rich Magnum would come screeching in with the enthusiasm of a tie fighter targeting a crippled civilian transport. "POW POW POW!!" Those damn deadly finger guns. "ALRIGHTY!!! CONTEST NUMBER ONE! With you conveniently located around the bar area, this will bring us to the first challenge. Not only do you have to be brilliant and gorgeous to be the Eligible. You have to know how to make a killer drink."

His gaze would drift to each participant. "You will make enough of your drink for each contestant, as you will be the ones judging it. Each of you will have one hour to make a top notch drink and they cannot be an existing drink. Even, if it's one you serve at your bar." He'd say his gaze shfting to Thai with a smirk. "Countdown starts now, fifty nine minutes and forty eight seconds!"

He'd start clapping. "C'mon, let's go people!!"

This would be a cakewalk for superstar Bom Trady, easily the most rich and influential person in the room. A drink? Easy. He would whip up one of his post Huttball victory game concoctions. So far, based on the quality of the ingredients, it looked like it was set to be a masterpiece.


@Aurius @Tess @Scoobert @Kestrel @lizziie @Tom @Mr. Teatime @Kell Rook @Topher

((OOC: You will do 2d20 rolls, then edit the resulting numbers in your post. 1st d20, is the quality of the ingredients and how effective you make it. The 2nd d20 is the overall taste of the drink. Ultimately, the second d20 is the most important one, though the 1st d20 might also impact it's perception.))

((Bom Trady results: 15 on ingredients, 2 on overall taste))

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

Well she may not have known what he was saying, but he knew what she was saying and when she asked for a roommate switch to be him.. well let's just say he got very excited. A jump of joy came from the little Jawa and then a sudden pause... did she just ask if he was a girl? Klepti was never one to act like a girl but if it meant getting switched into her room he would lie his ass off.

"Tagwa"
(Yes)

A nod of the head would come as he flipped his metaphorical hair. The icing on the cake was when he grabbed at his chest and did a semi circle of off his chest implying there were boobs underneath, implying he was female. It was very obvious what he was trying to say. This Jawa was ready to switch rooms and have that dream pillow fight. Hopefully no one that knows his gender will say anything to this girl.

"Jee uta-sha alarters kikyuna ateema"
(I am your roommate now)

Just the Jawa was telling the production people the little scam he was going to run, Rich magnum began speaking. There was a challenge now. He had to make a drink? What the hell was this? Chopped: Coruscant?

Well guess time was ticking..

@Tess @Rhogar

 

[Prissca Kersin]

At the little jump, Prissca couldn't help but smirk. "Yes, I'm excited to change roommates as well." She mused, tilting her head to the side as the Jawa pantomimed that they were indeed a girl in several ways. That was certainly a relief. "I thought so. I want you to know I meant no insult in asking, but it's so hard to tell with your little hood and your long robes... is this..." She made a motion to the robes. "...a religious thing? Again, not an insult but you'd be much more attractive if you weren't covered from head to toe, darling." He started speaking again and she sighed. "I still can't understand a word you say, but I will assume you've agreed to my proposition. At least you seem to understand me."

As soon as Rich zoomed into the room like a whirlwind and started rambling off the rules of the group's very first challenge, Prissca shifted her attention to the charismatic host, her eyes narrowing slowly as she tried to understand the rules of the game. But it was the premise itself that bothered her most. To be the most eligible they needed to be able to mix a drink? Really? A Lady never mixed her own drink! That was what servants were for, wasn't it? To bring her a drink of her choosing and then to remake it when she undoubtedly decided it wasn't made to her exacting specifications? She'd already done it twice to the servants here on the show.

Hmm.

She waited to see what the other contestants would do at first, but at their host's demand they get to work and the announcement of a time limit, she'd gracefully stride over to a tray of random liquor and start staring at it for the next five or ten minutes. Like it had some secret code of how to use it written somewhere she couldn't see. She lifted a few bottles to read them, and look under them, then set them down again and held a finger to her lips. She really didn't know what to do. She'd never even opened a bottle herself before, so her choices for liquor to mix together for the drink were going to be limited. She tried to open several without success, the corks being too hard to pry out or the caps too difficult or complicated to remove, then switched tactics to using just the ones she could open and trying to concoct a drink that looked like liquid gold. Nothing was measured. She just poured and poured from different bottles until she got enough of the weird concoction to serve the group - and it looked at least somewhat gold-ish. At least to her.

((Prissca Kersin results: 4 on ingredients, 16 on overall taste))

@Tom @Rhogar @Kell Rook @Scoobert @Topher @lizziie @Kestrel @Aurius @Mr. Teatime

 

[Thai Ves]

"Of course, Nakadr." Thai reached under the counter, rummaged for a bottle of something similar to what she usually served Taldorak, then popped off the cork and tipped it into his flask. She still wasn't one hundred percent sure what he was doing here, but she was well aware of his connections and what he did. Rather, she had a good idea of what he did. It didn't really concern her all that much, and though she was very curious, she'd ask another time.

Thai, mixed drink still in hand, looked up as Rich burst into the room with the rules of their first challenge spilling out of his lips. A smile curved onto her face as he explained the subject, faltering only slightly when he mentioned it could not be a preexisting drink. Well, damn. She'd spent hours upon hours developing a custom menu for her bar. It wouldn't be too hard to make something new in an hour though. Only problem was that she was unfamiliar with the alcohols they had available.

"Hey, good luck." Thai would set her half-full glass down, give Pidge (@Kestrel ) a nod, then go back to surveying the stock. She backed up to give the other contestants room, making sure to give the fussy noble lady (@Tess ) plenty of room. The Togruta wasn't trying to make enemies with her by happening to stand too close.

I know I have to use this for sure. Thai grabbed a bottle of Junipera, a strong alcohol from Chandrila, to use as the basis of her concoction. It had a slightly fruity, slightly peppery flavor to it, and its clear color would allow her to play with the colors of whatever liqueurs she added. But after a bit of looking around, she couldn't really mind anything she was familiar with. So Thai began to taste different bottle, eventually piecing together a strong drink with a mildly sweet flavor and the peppery aftertaste of Junipera. It was...quite good, actually. Thai took a moment to make a mental note of what she used--this was going on her menu when she got back to the lounge.

One, two, three four... Thai counted the number of contestants in her head and made the according number of drinks. She finished pretty quickly compared to some of the other contestants, so she relocated the rest of her drink from before and watched the others while she sipped on the red liquor.

(Thai Ves: 9 on ingredients, 20 on taste)

@Tom @Kell Rook @Scoobert @Topher @Aurius @Mr. Teatime

 

[Eisa Wex]

As the announcement that the first competition was to soon start, and of all of the possibilities it was drinks related. The Spacers hands shot up into the air! "Score!!!" She hollered, as a broad grin crossed her features. Whether it was just perfect timing, or perhaps the stage crew rushing things along to de-escalate the simmering tension between the noble woman and the fire haired wildcard - the spacer had dismissed the dread of having to share a room with miss prissy pants over there, and her mind was now running overtime on what drink to concoct?

Her lips pursed in thought, as she tries to recall the last few drinks she had mixed. There was the Oi Curse put that down, but without the bar having just a droplet of engine coolant, that might be difficult. Maybe the Mando Mayhem? .... Actually no that one was in the black list, on the account that the only mayhem that was caused by the drink was when it caused temporary blindness for Minerva....

With a snap of her finger the ideal drink came to her mind, mostly because she was already in the mood to get wasted, and what better way than mixing up the Rim Smasher. Looking over the drinks that she had already pilfered from the Bar the spacer gathered the bottles she knew she would need before leaving the arguably relieved attendants to try and go sober up. Planking the Bottles down on the bar the spacer turned her attention to the bottles arranged behind the counter, spying the ones she needed was the easy part. Getting to them.... Well with the prim and proper police standing staring vacantly at the bottles. Literally anything she could do or say would probably cause another scandal for the Diva to write home to daddy about.

Still for the sake of getting Fit Shaced, one must do what they can. Walking round the bar the spacer ducked past the red dressed diva. "Exxx...cuuus..ssee..emmmm ..mmmoooi" she spoke out in an overly exaggerated tone, as a wide grin curling on her lips, before skipping along the back of the bar picking up the bottles she needed and then grabbed a large glass pitcher.

Without any precision, measuring, or paying head to the order, Eisa eyeballed the various beverages as they were poured into the large vessel. Muttering: yeah.... That's just about right.... Maybe just a big splash more.... Oh too much... Will just add a bit more of that...The end result was that the pitcher was filled with a murky brown fluid that was far from visually appealing. But the spacer wasn't done just yet, her head started to crane up and down the bar looking for an appliance, like a little juicer or blender. Eventually she ducked down behind the counter finding what she was after, pulling a juicer up onto the counter, before with a quick sharp tug, she ripped the power supply cord out of the device, splayed the exposed conductor wires apart and just dropped the live wires into the brown liquid.

With a series of crackles, a slight billow of burning alcohol smelling vapour, and maybe one or two arcs of electrical Energy cascading with the glass container. The murky brown liquid was slowly transformed into an effervescent neon green bubbling liquid. Pulling the shorted wire out of the drink, the spacer poured herself a shot of the concoction and necked the shot. Chewing over the taste for a few minutes before nodding in approval. "Yep that's good, much better without it being done with just a battery" the spacer spoke mostly to herself, before then proceeding to kill the rest of the competition time by hanging little cocktail umbrellas off the side of the pitcher.

Rolls
9 For Ingredients
20 for taste

 

[Pidge Batana]

Pidge winked back at Tal. That boy was trouble and she loved it. Thai wasn’t bad looking either, and she made an excellent drink, but the Twi’lek was a little scared she would scare her roommate away if she tried anything too forward. Besides, she had an entire cast to make drama with. She was planning to crank up the urban charm and that Lady Kersin would learn what a street rat could do.

As if on cue (actually, he had most definitely cued) been Rich Magnum stepped in the room announcing a competition. They were going to make drinks. suddenly hoped points could be pooled with roommates. She had spent time at many a cantina, but never making drinks.

Nevertheless the contestent stood at the counter a few moments later biting her lips in concentration. She had gathered a few ingredients. Since the woman had no expertise in mixing flavors, she figured it would be less of a disaster if she kept it simple. At least she was good at pretending to know what to do. With a few extra arm waves and enticing smiles, she poured in half a bottle of the blue stuff, which smelled sweet, and a tad of the orange, then sprinkled in a bit of powder. By some strange chemical reaction, it fizzed and turned a shade lighter than vermillion. “Fine people, I present to you my drink: the Batana. It pairs well with savory foods and heightened senses of anticipation.”



(Ingredients: 2; Taste: 14)

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas had spent quite a considerable amount of time admiring himself in the mirror. The man didn't consider himself to be a narcissist-- there was just something enthralling about his appearance. It was such a contrast from the mess he'd familiarized himself with; an unkempt, greasy haired boy, next to a work of art. There were also the subtle changes to his frame; there was even less meat on his bones, brought on by frequent meditations that often incorporated fasting. His usually pale skin had bronzed after years of spending a significant amount of times outdoors, rather than cooped up in tenement buildings.

What hadn't changed were the scars that blanketed over his flesh. They came from cuts, bites, bruises, burns and blasts. The earliest were decades old-- the marks of beatings from police. In contrast were the burn scars that had cooked his flesh in the huttball ring; only a few months old, they were still pink, and they would itch every so often. The blemishes on his skin ranged from aesthetic to very unpleasant to look at, and each one worked to break (or cement, depending on one's perspective) the appearance of a living work of art.

Laeonas ego was finally satisfied, and his long stretch of self gratification finally came to an end. He'd realized just how drunk he was, so he began to draw on the force so he could overcome the poison working through his body. What had been a light drunkenness soon turned to merely a playful buzz. Ofcourse, the young man's trick wouldn't work if he kept chugging booze. Abstinence was the only way he could make sure he didn't make a mistake like that again.

He'd come out of his room in a rush, fixing up his outfit as he walked along. Any stray cameras would find an odd sight; a heavily makeup-covered man trying to get his clothes in enough order to match his face. "Kriffin' expensive clothes, what a pain..." he muttered beneath the clacking of jetblack boots. It had only been a few minutes since he'd broken his meditation, and now the expected side effects of thirst were coming in. Laeonas felt irritated, and his head felt like it was ready to split open into a headache.

He'd find his way back to the kitchen in only a few minutes. As he strut through, he'd stop short as he saw Rich with a whole camera crew. He was explaining something about drinks, and Laeonas immediately started chewing his lip. "Ah shite, course we're doin' somethin' laike this..." He thought to himself, not speaking so as to not interrupt the host. He'd tap one foot until Magnum was finished, and than head into the fray, walking in a bit more awkwardly. The headache was getting worse.

"A'right, A'right... Taeo, yeah. Ya know what yer doin'. Ya've been drinking earlier since tha first taime ya kriffed. Yer a booze expert, no doubt about it." The man reassured himself as he rummaged through the fridge. There were a lot of ingredients, some of which he recognized, and most of which he didn't. Despite years of drinking, Laeonas had never really picked up on the subtleties of what he was consuming. It was one thing to be good at drinking-- but it was another to know how to prepare a drink.

The overly sweet naboo rum he'd gotten his hands on was still in the fridge, but upon closer inspection there were other liquors. His head was throbbing, and the temptation to just start drinking the available ingredients, but he decided against it. Even if it gave him the advantage of knowing how everything tasted, it'd make him look bad. Having a heavy tolerance and appreciation for alcohol was one thing, but drinking it like it was water made him look like a worthless drunk. Admittedly, that wasn't entirely untrue, but it was still a bad look.

He'd grab a bottle and a couple other drinks, along with a bag of small cherries he saw in the back. From the smell it didn't look like they had turned yet, but it didn't matter anyways. Alcohol was just spoiled juice at the end of the day. Pouring the naboo rum into a glass, he started by plucking a cherry from the bunch and squeezing it's juice into the drink. Tossing it, he'd pour another liquor-- one he'd never seen, probably to cheap for even him-- and he'd begin stirring. Finally, he'd add another cherry, plopping it in the drink as well.

Looking around him, his competitors seemed much more calm. The Togruta looked particularly in her element, and the redhead whose speeder had nearly killed him almost a decade ago had whipped together something that didn't look to bad. He couldn't really pay attention to the rest as he focused on his own drink... whatever it was.
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@Tess @Rhogar @lizziie @Kestrel @Topher @Scoobert @Aurius

OOC: rolled a 4 for the ingredients, 5 for taste

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

Well the Jawa needed to make his drink and fast. But made of what? He knew tequila would work. Though he couldn't just leave it at that. Running around trying to find the proper thing to add to this drink, he was not finding anything. He eventually ran into a room that had a curtain. There was a mirror, and a water faucet. He only knew what a few of these things were. Klepti grabbed a stool and pulled it to in front of the counter, and would stand on it to see what ingredients were around.

From what Klepti could see, there was a stick with bristles at the end of it. That can stir what he puts in the drink. Next to it was a tube that had stuff in it. He pulled the cap off of it, and began to squeeze it. A lot of white paste came from it. It smelled pretty good. Klepti licked his finger that had a little bit on it, and it was spicy. That would definitely have to get in his drink, and a lot of it. The Jawa began squeezing that white paste into the big glass they gave him full of tequila. With the bristled stick, he began to stir it in the glass until it was all mixed together.

Next he saw a bar sitting next to the bowl inserted into the counter. Picking it up, Klepti would smell it. It smelt fantastic. He didn't need to taste it, he knew everyone was going to wanna taste this bad boy. He tossed the whole bar into the glass and let it all dissolve. The drink was coming nicely. Though it was missing something.. something sweet. What was sweet that could possibly be in this little kitchen. That's when he looked over to see the giant bowl. It was almost as big as him.

"Haku Jee-jee Stuka Wata?"
(What do we see here?)

Taking a look inside, he noticed one big piece of chocolate. Though it was floating in water. The little Jawa didn't want to get chocolate on his hands and let the other contestants know what he was using. So he would get a cup from behind the curtain that held some sort of smell good stuff. It must have been juice. He poured it all into the bowl. and swirled it around with the bigger stick with bristles next to the giant bowl. Once the swirling was complete, it had a light brown color. Like every good whiskey did. Scooping up as much as he could with the cup he got, and without getting any on his robes, he then poured it into the rest of the drink.

"La Jee-jee Bolla. Ta Yocola Sa Grancha!"
(There we go. The drink is great!)

Running back on his little legs, without spilling a drop, a placed his drink on the counter for the rest of the contestants to drink. He knew that they would all love it. It had a mix of sweet and spicy. Plus, Tequila!

Rolls: Ingredients 1, Drink 3

@Rhogar @Tess @lizziie @Kestrel @Topher @Aurius @Tom

 

[Jasper Holliday]

Jasper was late. Was it intentional to be fashionable? A choice by the show runners for some reason? Did he fall asleep in the transport on route to the location? The galaxy may never know. But Jazz had arrived in trousers and hoodie, hair in a casually untidy bun and a lazy smirk on his face. And he was just to time to make drinks!

Well, 'drink' was probably a strong word for what he'd concocted. It was closer to a harsh disinfectant formed from the mix of particularly strong and 'fragrant' back alley, low level Nar Shaddaa style moonshine, a half shot of powerful liquor Hutts traditionally used as sunscreen, a small can of bootleg energy drink from his home planet, and a lovely little wedge of lime. The finishing touch was, of course, a tiny umbrella and colourful straw for each fancy-looking glass.

The most positive assessment was that the bright green colour was nice, although the sizzling of carbonation from the energy drink gave it an unsettlingly ominous vibe. Jazz looked rather pleased with himself over the end result. With a little grin he placed the glasses before him on his work surface.

"I call it 'Seeing Green'. Give it a shot," he introduced it in a smooth tone and returned his hands to his hoodie pockets, notably not drinking any himself yet. That wouldn't be much fun.

@Rhogar

Rolls: 8 ingredients, 1 drink mix