Ask Event GALAXIES MOST ELIGIBLE!

[Rich Magnum]

NEW ALDERAAN
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The plan was simple, pick up all the contestants in a luxury yacht on Coruscant and then fly them all at once to the grounds that the game was taking place on. Some rich tycoon on New Alderaan had offered his winter mansion for use as some kind of tax write-off, but that was neither here, nor there! Rich Magnum, the host of this game, would be walking the main bay where all the constestants were sitting. He was almost positive not a single one of them were on the list, but hey, that's what the point of this was, wasn't it?

"Alrighty folks, your weapons were all confiscated by security so if anything frisky happens, it's down to a good ol' round of fisticuffs!" He would hit the group with one of his award winning grins before crossing his arms. "I had originally planned for you all to have your own rooms, but the Galaxy really wants more drama, so we're going to chalk this up to each of you bunking with someone. Let's see.. @Taeonas Lannaras you'll be shacking up with @Lil Klepti.. @Lady Kersin you'll be with @Duke Devlin. @Thai Ves, you and @Pidge Batana.. @Jazz, you get @Dredgen Fel. And last but not least, @Red Baron , you get to shack up with none other than Huttball Super Star Bom Trady, as he tries to not only hold his spot, but climb even higher! But fear not, all of your loyal friends and companions will be here in a few hours, they had to ride in the cheap seats."

Magnum looked awfully pleased with himself at the arrangements and would look back over the group. "Cameras do not roll until we land and that's when you're really gonna want to wow the crowd." There would be a slight vibration as the Yacht exited hyperspace and entered New Alderaan's orbit. You guys have a good final moments before we land!"




((OOC: You guys are free to interact with each other, no posting order, until the ship lands. To give everyone a chance to meet, the landing will be at 10:00 A.M CST tomorrow. Go crazy and have some fun.)

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

 

[Prissca Kersin]

"That is simply unacceptable."

Prissca grumbled in protest, already in a foul mood due to being transported in the same vehicle as the other contestants when she'd expected to be given a luxury yacht of her own. Now she was being told she would need to share a room as well? What had she gotten herself into? The wealthy socialite had dressed herself to the nines for this show, packed only the hottest new fashions to please her sponsors - sponsors who talked her into this show to begin with, mind you - and this was how she was to be treated? The displeasure was written all over her still-quite-beautiful face.

Lady Kersin's golden hair had been set in a luxurious braid by her personal hairdresser that laid over her left shoulder like a golden waterfall shining in the sunlight, she was wearing the latest Vonatella Persace thigh-length little black dress with matching black clutch, and although the show's security team may have taken away their weapons, there was still a chance she could kill someone with the strappy black stiletto heels she was currently stomping into the plush carpet of the yacht. "What are we? Commoners?"

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

 

[Eisa Wex]

The whole thing just seemed too good to be true, there she was, waltzing through Coruscant with Curse riding her shoulder - just like any other day. Until some random guy thrusts a clip board into her face saying 'enter this contest, win a Manson and 2 million credits' blatant scam if ever there was one. So the spacer obliged, but filling in incorrect details - had she even thought for an instant that she would then be bundled to a studio and then be proven legit, she might well have given her actual name.

Fast forward several hours later, and here she was, sat in some luxury yacht, staring out of the transparisteel view port unarmed and with Curse either having snuck herself onto this ship or the other, the Fiery haired spacer cast a glance over towards the blonde kicking up a stink. Going by the appearance of the blonde throwing a tantrum, dressed up and made up with considerable effort - the blonde clearly was going to be the outspoken opinionated one who everyone would have to revolve around. Eisa had watched enough of these reality shows, over the years of long haul inter region jumps to spot similarities.

Rolling her eyes, the spacer arched her eyebrow in bemusement for a moment, before looking down at her attire, simple leather cropped bomber jacket and crop top, oil stained pants, and durasteel capped boots. The height of glamorous fashion! Shaking her head as she raised her cybernetic arm up to her face, a finger extending to scratch and scrape off the plaque buildup on her front teeth before then just flicking the gunk off to her side. "Oi Bimbo, pipe down nobody gives a Kriff" the spacer groaned as the blonde's tirade launched into the stamping stage, all that was needed was the mascara streaks down her face and they would have achieved full Diva before the ship even landed!

 

[Rich Magnum]

The yacht would land without much else in the way of commotion, already rivalries were forming and tempers were flaring. There was no way the Wildcard and the Diva weren't going to keep heating up their war with these already seeds of disdain. It was perfect. Once all the contestants were offloaded with their things, Magnum would have one of the smaller crane lifts come to lift the pallet that held all of Lady Kersin's things.

The contestants would be greeted with the royal treatment, various male and female Zeltron, Twi'lek and even Selphi servants would help them each take their things to their rooms, provide food, and drink, or even other services such as backrubs or full-blown massages.

After some time to marinade in their newfound popularity, Rich Magnum would make his way back to the courtyard after recording the opening bit. His brisk jog would bring him to a stop at the counter where the various contestants were eating, drinking, hopefully doing something. He'd wait a moment just to see if they did anything before he started to probe the group again.

Superstar Bom Trady would already be chatting up one of the cameras to talk about one of his new charities, the people loved this guy.

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

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

-Music-​

“No... your name’s right here, sir. No mistake.”

“...are... you sure..?”

“Absolutely, sir. Would you like to see for yourself?”

“No... no, that’s alright. You wouldn’t mind telling me who booked this for me, would you?”

“...uhm... yes. Your protocol droid seems to have made the reservations.”

I’m going to disassemble that astromech piece by piece...

“Typical. Thank you for your time - please tell me there’s a kriffing smoking area?”

The aide pointed to the side of the vessel awkardly, an inward vented area marked with yellow flooring some ways away from the main guests. All the better to get his bearings. He had been under the impression that his droid, Z9, had booked him transport to an archaeology conference on the ancient ruins recently unearthed on Tatooine. It was supposed to be somewhat of a vacation. Apparently, it wasn’t vacation enough for his little R-unit, who’d taken it upon himself to spice things up slightly.

That’s what I get for treating him like a friend - he’s starting to act like one...

It wasn’t a problem, really. He was sure that Z probably thought that a reality show that played matchmaker would be good for his mental health. The astromech did have a habit of reminding Gram when he was unable to destress, had trouble eating, or neglected spending time to himself. Clear signs of a guilty conscious. What Z didn’t know is that Gram abhorred pre-scripted holonet nonsense. And the very idea of the few beings he considered friends seeing him sensationalized like a Vahla Gigolo didn’t help.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one out of place - a sentiment shared when a blonde with rather boisterous features started to throw a miniature fit, even as the Vahla withdrew the small cylindrical vaporizer from his coat pocket and hauled a mighty lung-full. Her complaints were met by a rather crass comment from a punk, alt-looking female. Humans. Why they felt the need to insult one another in basic conversation was slightly lost on him. Sure, the blonde seemed to be a diva to them - but perhaps this was genuinely her version of a distressing situation. Must have been a nice life, if this was the worst to happen, from her point of view this was a monumental stressor.

“Give it time! You might just enjoy the company.”

His voice carried across the room, a whole lot louder than Gram had intended to speak. Seemed the interior of the vessel had something of a small echo.

@Rhogar @Topher @Tess​

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

Taking some time away from being on tour was much needed for the Jawa rapping star Lil Klepti. A reality show that will be televised? Not so much. His production manager told him it would be fun, and good publicity. So here the rapping sensation is, New Alderaan, also one of the upcoming places on his tour! Klepti had looked around and noticed all of the losers around him. He was simply too rich and famous for this.

Lil Klepti then heard who he was bunking with... bunking?

"Nyeta. Sabioto. M'gasha, Etee uwanna waa."
(No. Stop. Too much. I want to trade.)

Lil Klepti was not about to share a room with a kid that looked homeless. The Jawa was never afraid to say what was on his mind. So this would definitely be an expectation in the future for the other contestants.

 

[Pidge Batana]

No reasonable teal Twi’lek with a liking for credits would turn down the opportunity to be on a holo-show. There was simply to great an opportunity to break hearts and cause drama to turn down. Just wait until they found out she was friends with Preef Callo. But she would save that card until later. So, naturally, Pidgelle Batana Zaa Fenn accepted the offer.

The ride on the yacht had been mostly nice. Chilled beverages, good music, carpet the color of Corellian aged wine… and that blonde woman. Pidge had flashed her a smile, but the face she made in response looked more like she had stepped in something unpleasant than a greeting. In stark contrast to Bombshell Blond, who was both gorgeous and seemed liable to blow up, were Eisa and a tired looking man. She and Eisa had met before after a rather disastrous card game, and the girl seemed nice enough, though a bit off-the-walls. The man was a tad scruffy, not that it mattered, and smelled like smoke. After much consternation, she drew a stiletto out of her pocket and handed it to security, making the gesture dramatic so all who wanted to could see that she was a force to be reckoned with.

As soon as they landed, the ex-dancer and syndicate slicer approached the group, which had somehow already begun to argue. She bridged the difference in wardrobe with a sleek black dress and fashionable flats. “I agree with Mr….” —she gestured vaguely to the man—“um anyway. I’d like to know the names of the people I will drag through the mud soon. It’s nothing personal, I promise.”

@Rhogar
@Topher
@Tess
@Aurius
@Scoobert

 

[Thai Ves]

Thai hadn't been so sure about this whole thing, but she was fairly good with people and perhaps it could serve to boost patronage at her bar. It was a little--no, a lot--strange being on such a nice ship. There were alcohols here she usually reserved for her wealthiest guests and would never dare to drink herself. Here? Well, she was glad for the chance to indulge a bit.

The togruta kept to herself on the yacht, leaned up against a wall with one leg crossed in front of the other. She held a wine glass to her lips and took a sip. The ride wasn't too long, but the wine helped to pass the time a bit.

Once they landed, Thai handed off her bag to one of the servants with a thank you and a smile. She then turned her attention to the small group of contestants, one of which was the Twi'liek she was assigned to room with. It was a bit strange, she thought, that they had roommates in such a big mansion. It was probably to stir up drama.

"Thai Ves," offered up the togruta with a smile. She was wearing what she usually wore--a black, two piece dress with two slits in the skirt--though to those who knew her, it was missing the thigh gun strap and the apron. The gold jewelry dressed it up. She settled into the group, waiting for more introductions to be made.

 

[Prissca Kersin]

Prissca turned on her heel at the insult hurled at her from the side, a freshly manicured forefinger jutting in the redhead's direction. "Speak to me in that fashion again and I will have your tongue cut out!" She threatened the woman (@Topher), her burst of rage quickly turning on the next voice that called out to her - at least until she took in his bearing and attire (@Aurius) and realized he was as close to her social position as she was going to find in this group of misfits and hooligans. She pursed her lips then, holding back on the insult she'd already had waiting and letting out a huff of air instead. "I certainly hope not."

Stomping off to brood over her terrible misfortune, Lady Kersin wouldn't be seen amongst the other contestants again until after she'd been shown to her room, and after she'd procured herself several glasses of red wine and a full body massage. She would be snacking daintily on one of the few food items that met her very exacting standards when she appeared again, a servant at her side holding her plate for her as she sipped from her glass. Luckily for the group, the wine seemed to have calmed the diva at least for the moment. She busied herself smiling into every camera she saw, making sure to show off her sponsored jewelry and make-up in alluring ways as she waited to be acquainted with the rules of this game show she was entirely too quickly beginning to loathe.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

There was something... fulfilling about how he was presenting himself. Between the powder, paint and makeup, he looked... different. He resembled a holo-star more than he did the violent, drug peddling, force wielding merc that he was. Eyeshadow, blush, even a bit of lipstick-- the boy looked odd, but he didn't look like someone who'd stab you. This was someone you could drink with, talk with, and appreciate the company of. Even if you found their taste in makeup... odd... for the first time in his life, the former street urchin looked appealing for the first time in his life.

At least that's what he told himself. Laeonas didn't have some "Kard Kimdashian" look, but the makeup would probably polarize the audience. The boy was mainly hoping that coreward viewers would be able to appreciate his taste. If the winemoms that watched these programs were anything to go off of, they'd probably think he was "creative" or "in vogue" or whatever language people used for this stuff. It was a gamble, but one he hoped paid off.

He'd been running around the galaxy for nine years. The boy had fought, killed-- broken bodies, left people to die. Years he'd spent isolated on a backwater on the rim. Years he'd spent selling spice, doing jobs, or letting himself get burned alive. It had all been in the name of one goal-- the acquisition of a home that wasn't a one bedroom tenament, and enough credits so that he and all he cared about would never have to work again.

He hadn't expected that something like this could be that ticket. Huttball made sense; he knew how to fight, and he could show off if he really wanted to. But this? He'd only applied half seriously-- and he was shocked that he had even gotten a reply. Even now, flying through space on the most luxurious ship he'd ever been on, he could hardly believe it. Was this host so desperate for contestants that he'd scrape the bottom of the proverbial galactic barrel? What had prompted him to pick him, of all people? Surely those on the yacht were selected-- they definitely weren't just the only ones who'd applied.

Definitely.

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Laeonas hadn't actually spoken to any of the contestants while on the flight. Hours before, when he hadn't even put on his look, drama had somehow started already. A woman who looked and acted like she could own ten of the ships they were in had gotten into words with... a familiar face? He'd only glanced at the red headed cyborg a few times, but they reminded him of some nutcase whose buzz droid had rammed a speeder into a cantina while he was back home. That hadn't been the most notable case, however.

When he saw who he'd been paired up with, he would remain a bit confused. The native to tatooine had started chattering, but Laeonas couldn't speak Jawa. He could infer from the tone that his "bunkmate" wasn't pleased. Now that they were all exiting the ship, he couldn't help but steal another glance at the alien. The boy would have to grab a translator, or learn how to speak... whatever language this one spoke.

As for the others? The mostly human dominated group had the exception of a blue twi'lek. "What a diverse crowd we've got. Karkin' 6 humans, one twi'lek, and one... whatever tha kriff the short one is." He thought, though he didn't dare express his criticisms of the lack of variety to the host. It might have been because he'd spent so much time in the Rim, but now it just felt odd to be surrounded almost entirely by people that... "looked like him?" Well, none of them were 6'2", makeup covered, raven haired 28 year olds, but his point stood, in his own head, as he argued against nobody.

"Where are tha drinks?" He'd ask a zeltron servant. "In the fridge of the main kitchen."

"Main kitchen?"

"Yes, there are two."

"...why tha kark are there two kitchens?" He'd ask, utterly bewildered. The woman gave him an awkward stair, before handing him the singular dufflebag he had. Grumbling, he'd follow the rest of the contestants inside. It seemed as if they'd all begun gathering in the... kitchen? Which one was this? Grumbling, he dropped the dufflebag--still filled with the beskar he'd collected little under a year ago-- and head to the nearbye fridge. "Raight where she said," He muttered, glancing at it's contents. He'd visibly frown before he added, "Why's the only booze in 'ere from karkin... naboo? What's a naboo?!"
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@Tess @Rhogar @lizziie @Kestrel @Topher @Scoobert @Aurius

 

[Eisa Wex]

A wide grin curled on the spacers lips, as the blonde Diva reacted with complete indignation, at the gall that someone as lowly as her would dare speak to the socialite as she had done so. Finger pointed, threats that she will have her tongue cut out. All of them just met with a Wild grin, one that would make even a Nexu cat nervous. The spacer had seen bar fights break out for less, and as tempting as it was to have a little fun. The fire head decided that the Diva wasn't even worth the potential restraining order. Especially with such a weakass threat, least have the scrote to threaten to do it yourself! The spacer mused as she just rolled her eyes yawned and then just ignored the Bimbo for the rest of the flight.

When the ship eventually landed and the contestants started to disembark, the Spacer got up off her seat, and filed out the ship, her arms folded behind her head as the looked over the rest of the competition, a few faces that looked recognisable, others not so much. Two of them ironically from a past outing where her crewmate might have lost control of a speeder bike, and then sent it hurtling towards them. Such fun times! And thinking back there was also the Jedi Knight, Purps, well before she went off the grid and stopped returning her calls after Ajan Kloss -but giving the shit show that was in waiting the last time she visited, was hardly a surprise.

Still, as Eisa passed @Pidge Batana and @Laeonas Tannaras, she would shoot them a quick playful wink, more just to give them an acknowledgement that she remembers them. A whistle escaped the spacers lips as she looked over the compound, the height of luxury, taste, breading.... And all that other pretentious crap. As everyone filtered off to do their own thing, flirt with the cameras, get massages and what ever else tickled their fancy. The spacer turned her attention to a cluster of attendants, who seemed to be waiting to fill the various contestants requests. "You, you, you.... You, you, oh and you" Eisa spoke as she pretty much pointed to each and every one of the group of waiting attendants, Zeltron, Twilek and Selphi alike. "With me, We're gonna need lawn chairs, a Sabbac deck, a chisel, that ice sculpture, little model of an X wing and booze, lots and lots of booze!"

Music

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[Stranger]

Stranger glanced around at the other contestants until he found his bunk mate, @Jasper Holliday, and went to sit down over by him. The name he was using would put a bit of a target on the back his head from a very underground cultist group of Mandalorians but hey, if they didn’t like that he was using Redrix’s name again then so be it. Weirdos.

“Hey, partner! Ready to bust some knuckles? Er, or whatever the hell it is we’re doin’? Probably not a fist fight, I reckon, heheh. I tell you what, me and you? We’re gonna be best buds- or we’ll have to be -if we’re gonna stick it out. Sound like a plan, sister?” Stranger spoke in his best redneck accent and gave the guy his sly smirk.

Stranger didn’t trust anyone. But no one else needed to know that. As long as people trusted him, everything would be alright. His bunk mate was gonna be his first “friend” and then he’d work from there. Hopefully, he’d get the fans to love his new persona he just came up with. He had already figured out a backstory and everything!

Boy was this gonna be fun- win or lose.

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

“The mister over there is Gram Van Alasdaire.”

He interjected his name with a singsong voice at the end of the Twi’lek’s little speech. Twice the pride, double the fall.

“...easy now. No need to slam each other’s clams before the tape starts rolling...”

He took a very heavy hit of the vaporizer before anyone had the chance to pick up on his mutter. He wasn’t usually crass, but at this point Gram’s curiosity got the better of him. They’d been on the vessel for less than twenty minutes and there had already been threat of violence. What, per-say, would happen if he nudged the situation along slightly?

Besides. Say they did hear, and it was shocking enough - it might break them out of their distaste for each other and redirect that distaste to him. A win, win, really - Gram didn’t yet care much for what they thought of him. They didn’t know him well enough to have a read, not yet anyways. His attention shifted to the woman in red, who seemed to lower her voice when addressing him. Curious. Manic pixie dream cyborg didn’t give two karks about the blonde’s threats, which was disappointing, but there was yet time to witness the drama unfold. Gram considered joining either of them for conversation, until his eye was caught by a young human entering the room. He could not categorize them, only notice that they cleaned up quite well. His gaze lingered for a few seconds longer than he would have liked, redirecting his attention to wherever this place served refreshments and meals.

The Vahla had elected to dress formally, but not to excess as some of his contemporaries were want to do. A simple pair of beige pants, a white business shirt draped by a dark chestnut leather jacket. He still wore his gunbelt, simply because he could not justify being completely disarmed. A severely underpowered, ‘dinky’ stun blaster was all Gram had onhand; barely enough - but enough for him. Matching the jacket was a slung waist-bag containing credits and assorted knickknacks.

Never hurts to tip.

Tossing a couple of said credits across the counter, a greeting to the attendant. Gram smiled, and received a smile in response - no surprise there, it was their job after all.

“You got a Coruscant Slider? Easy on the sauce.”

“Anything to drink, sir?”

“Mmhm... this once, sure. Sashin-Leaf double, tall and frosty.”

A voice from beside him broke his temporary concentration. It was the human who’d arrived earlier. The unplaceable one, asking why everything here came from Naboo. Or, more aptly - what exactly was Naboo.

“It’s... uh... it’s a planet.”

@Topher @Tom @Rhogar @Tess @lizziie @Scoobert and whoever I missed sorry

 

[Pidge Batana]

Well, at least her roommate had answered her question. Miss High and Mighty had left and people appeared to be going off to get some rest. Weird… it was much more fun to get drunk with others around. Hopefully at least one of the competitors would be some fun or there would be no one to take out for drinks after the fact. Though it would be cheaper and nicer to get drinks in this resort. Pidge smirked, wrinkling her nose slightly. She’d stay in as long as she could simply because this was the nicest free lodging she was ever going to get. And a personal masseuse? It was perfect.

“Nice to meet you, Thai. I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to know the shampoo I brought is extra gentle on the lekku. The basic hotel stuff just doesn’t do it for me— oh, and I’m Pidge” The Twi’lek stuck out an enthusiastic hand. “Don’t worry. No poison under my nails either. I tried that once but… I forgot and it ended with a trip to the medbay for the poor Zeltron I had met at the bar. Also I can’t lick excess spice off my fingers, which is a terrible waste.“

Perhaps she had said too much. After all, if the togruta was uptight about spice legislation, there would be an issue. Hopefully no cameras had caught that snippet. Being around law abiding citizens was bizarre. It wasn’t like Pidge was a cold-hearted, scheming murderer. She followed the laws, of at least the important ones. The ones about system taxes and information theft didn’t truly count, right?

At Eisa’s suggestion of some drinks and sabbac, the scoundrel headed to the kitchen with the others, motioning for her new roommate to follow, should she choose to. She couldn’t let the drama start without her, after all.

@Topher
@Kell Rook
@Tom
@Rhogar
@Tess
@lizziie
@Scoobert

 

[Thai Ves]

Thai gladly took and shook Pidge's hand with a warm smile as she listened to the blue Twi'liek give her an explanation and an assurance. The promise of no poison under her nails caused the Togruta to chuckle a bit. Poison? Did she deal often with such things? The mention of spice set her firmly in an assumption; Pidge probably had some connections with the Syndicates. Though not affiliated with them herself, Thai was familiar and friendly with several who were.

"Ah, don't worry about it." Thai brought her hand back to her side and gave Pidge the good ol' up and down. She was about Thai's height (ignoring the Togruta's montrals) and other than a noticeably-white scar on one of her lekku, seemed to be your typical Twi'liek. A soon-to-be fan favorite, she assumed. It looked like they decided to room the two of the token aliens together.

"Are you from Coruscant by any chance? Spent any great deal of time there? You've got the city accent," Thai noted to the blue Twi'liek as she tagged alongside her on the way to the kitchen. "I'm the owner of Clinks--it's on the lower surface--so I'm quite...versed in alcoholic beverages." It was 100% an excuse for Thai to get behind the bar and show off, for the camera or for the other contestants here.

@Kestrel

 

[Eisa Wex]

Groaning as she drew her hand over her features, eyes rolling in frustration. "Nope not in the slightest" Eisa spoke before setting the cards back face down on the improvised table. "You stand there, you're the exhaust port" the spacer continued as she stood herself directly opposite on of the commandeered attendants, before picking up a crude crumpled up bit of card. "This is the xwing ... Now I throw this at your forehead" she continued before throwing the crumpled ball at the Twilek attendants head. "Now it's landed closer to that card.. which is red so hard liquor and five pips on it so 5 shots" the fiery haired spacer explained before then coaxing the twi'lek attendant down onto the lawn chair beside one of the formerly fancy ice sculptures that now had a rather crude and hastily gouged meandering channel carved into it.

"So now you lie there open your mouth...." She explained before turning to the female Zeltron who had decided it was easier to just be the one pouring the drinks than attempt to understand this drinking game. "And you say?" Eisa asked as she gestured to the pourer, who rolled her eyes before saying "I have you now" in as deep a fake voice as possible before pouring about five shots worth of the hard liquor down the Ice luge and into the Twi'leks mouth. Throwing her hands up in the air the spacer looked towards the twi'lek. "See it ain't difficult" she resumed as she helped the attendant back onto his feet

"Right now it's your turn" Eisa spoke as she turned her attention onto the next attendant.

 

[Prissca Kersin]

Prissca tried her best to stay composed, but it was terribly difficult for her considering just how many of the other contestants seemed to be foul-mouthed, unrefined, utterly intolerable guttersnipes. How exactly that redheaded half-cyborg creature managed to get on the same show as her completely baffled her, but the good Lady Kersin was well trained on how to behave in mixed company. She would simply tolerate their presence in front of the cameras, endure the 'games' they were meant to play together with a poised and well-practiced smile, and she may have gotten lucky with the disgraceful boarding situation if her roommate happened to be one of the less insufferable women in the group.

Oh. Who was her roommate again? She'd already forgotten.

Turning from the last camera she'd been giving smoldering looks and blown kisses to, the blonde would raise her wine glass in the air and suddenly address her fellow contestants - now that the liquor had kicked in. “I would just like to say... that it is a pleasure to have been chosen for this little game show of ours, and I wish you all the best of luck in the coming weeks. I am Lady Kersin, if you were unaware. Yes, I am a real Lady, and I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” She paused, flashing a smile for the cameras. “I would hate to be seen as uncharitable to my new friends, so I would like to offer all of you the sum of my knowledge for the asking. Be it make-up, fashion, or perhaps the most important of all skills... etiquette and decorum... I am more than willing to tutor anyone who feels they may be lacking.”

“Now, pray tell, which one of you darling ladies is my-" She almost choked on the word, "-roommate? I seem to have forgotten the name.”

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

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Taldorak would be making the rounds in his security run, they still had some time left before the guests started to be flown in and he would check on some of his favorite ladies for the game show. So as they reached the kitchen, the Crymorah Mandalorian Enforcer would be waiting. "If it isn't two of my favorite ladies." He'd say with an audible smirk and though neither would initially recognize the armor, they would definitely recognize the voice.

At least they were all trying to keep it fairly easy by congregating in the kitchen. His visor shifted to the other contestants filling out the large secondary kitchen. "It's Nakadr, been awhile."

@Kestrel @lizziie

 

[Eisa Wex]

A loud and almost hysterical laugh rang out from the edge of the reception, where the Fire haired spacer had commandeered a portion of the waiting staff for convoluted drinking games. "Yes! You landed on the Idiot card...." The spacer cheered out before falling silent as she rummaged through the collection of bottles that had been pilfered from the various bar and kitchen areas. "Port in a Storm, Port in a Storm" she chanted, as she guesturing for the other waiting staff to join in with the chant, the Selphi attendant looking pretty nervous as he reluctantly got in position at the base of the ice luge.

There certainly was something to be said about partying with Pamarthen pilots, they sure knew how to drink and have a great time, especially given that a the high-octane wine known as the Port in a Storm that was probably what they were best known for, especially given that it was so potent very few could handle the alcoholic beverage. Which unfortunately for the Selphi, he was on the recieving end of perhaps more than a healthy pour.

Chuckling with a wild grin plastered on her features, the spacer brought the neck of the bottle up to her lips, taking a swig and looking over the party and the other contestants as they moved about, before her eyes fell on the blonde Diva who now decided to address everyone. Great what is the bimbo going to complain about now, the spacer mused, before rolling her eyes and taking another mouthful of the potent drink. As the blonde introduced herself as Lady Kerstin, the spacers lips pursed in thought trying to recall why the name was so prominent in her mind. The recollection was soon pushed out of her mind for the time being, as she continued to sip at the bottle, rolling her eyes at the offer to part her wisdom of beauty, make up fashion tips, etiquette - all boring trivial nonsense that the spacer sure as kriff didn't care about. What use is a bloody manicure when you spend the best part of your time in scrap and salvage yards?

"Sure as hell feel sorry for the poor mug that has to share a room with her" Eisa muttered under her breath before taking another mouthful of port in the storm. It wasn't until the Diva then trailed of in her address, asking who it was that she was sharing a room with. A sudden chill ran down her spine, as realisation set in as to who the poor bugger was. As silence fell over those gathered in the wake of Prissca's question, the sound of shattering glass could be heard as Eisa dropped the bottle she had been drinking from. "oh Fuck!" She cursed aloud.

 

[Pidge Batana]

“Am I from Coruscant?“ Pidge chuckled. “Born and raised, girl, you know it.” It was true she had a slight accent that drew out her vowels when she got excited or angry, but the fact the Togruta had picked up on it was impressive. “My dad lived in Calocour Heights. Not at the top or anything- we weren’t rich, but I could see my little patch of sky turn orange as the sun set through the haze.“ The Twi’lek paused for a moment, though whether she was reminiscing or staring in confusion, wondering what Eisa and the Storm of chaos that surrounded her were doing was unclear.

“Clinks… can’t say I’ve heard of it, though I’ve danced in enough cantinas that there’s a chance.” Licking her lips, Pidge gestured to the bar. That was enough dwelling on the past. She’s gotten her share of good and bad, and her poor roommate did not need to know her life story. “Go on, then. Can I get something fruity but with a touch of spice?”

An armored man approached. Just as Pidge was about to excuse herself and evesdrop on the clearly personal matter from a distance did the man speak. “Tal! You should be ashamed of yourself. You say that to every woman who happens to be within earshot. Wait… do you two know eachother?”