Open Social Sernpidal Prom Night / Formal Night

[L'Veth]

In her dorm, L’Veth was putting the final touches on her outfit when she heard her phone buzz, but she ignored it for the moment. It was definitely outside of her comfort zone to be in such a fanciful getup, but she had to admit that the dress she’d found really did look good on her.

Applying a last touch of makeup to her check, she finally deigned to look at her phone and saw the message from Drexus. She smirked at it and wondered just what the dude had gotten up to. A chariot? What could that possibly mean.

As she stepped out of her dorm in her new dress - in fact, the only dress she owned - L’Veth blushed a little bit in shy embarrassment at the limo Drexus had procured for them.

A limo, huh?. She asked as she got in, trying her best not to mess up her clothes. I have to say I’m a little impressed..

Once they arrived at the prom, L’Veth would take Drexus’ arm without any hesitation, letting him lead her into the party proper. She might have had a tough exterior and outwardly, well, hostile attitude a lot of the time, but L’Veth liked Drexus enough to drop that mild facade for a night.

Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me at all. Someone as stiff as you are with a lightsaber couldn’t possibly know how to dance, she said teasingly, flashing Drexus a smirk.

I’d love to have a dance. C’mon.

Heading out on the dance floor with Drexus, L’Veth would wrap her arms around his waist and for the first time realized just how much, uh, taller he actually was than her. It made her feel tiny, but in a good way.

I was pretty surprised when you asked me out, She said, looking up at him while they moved to the music, even if it was a bit slowly. She didn’t want to overwhelm Mister-Can’t-Dance with her sick moves right away.

I’m glad that you did. A smile parted her lips after she said it, and even L’Veth was a bit shocked at her honesty.

Oh well, it was true and she wasn’t afraid to say it.

@Scoobert

 

[Alienor Pom Blodau]

Linny had been dragged to many formals, balls and 'meet and greets' as a kid. They were always awful, but hey. This was meant to be something fun and celebratory. Best of all, it didn't involve dignitaries or nobles or whatever else. Seeing as she'd recently turned fifteen, Linny was looking forwards to a celebration of sorts. Then, all of a sudden, she got that message from Kaedan and the offer to go with him. Of course she agreed, especially since they'd become friends. Meant an awful lot of blushing from her though.

Finding a dress wasn't a problem. Back home, she had a bunch of different formal outfits that'd barely been used, since Linny always preferred to be somewhere else. The dress was a touch over the top and maybe a little extra, but it was one that she had been sent from Annwfyn and she knew it fit her, so why not? For once, her hair was loose and hung in a series of loose curls around her face, with an Annwfyn Pom Bloom flower accessory.

She gave a smile at Kaedan's compliment, before rolling her eyes and folding her arms at his attempts to tease her. "I told you, I'm not a princess," she groaned with tone of someone's who's started to hear this a lot. "It's lady. Princess is like, a lot more royal than anything I am." This wasn't the night to explain the complexities of Annfyn aristocracy, it was a night to have fun!

Walking into the room, Linny smiled as she took in all the decorations and the people around them. It looked very nice for a change, as opposed to the usual functional austerity of a Jedi temple. The music, however, made Linny's ears twitch in distaste. Much too cheesy. She waved at a few people she recognised, such as Scorpio and Knight Keck from their trip to Burinjina (@Mythos and @Shalken), along with the init... no, the padawan Fiani she remembered from the meeting of the Jedi a while ago (@Remileah ). So many people, it really was like being at home.

"Hm? Oh, sometimes. Balls and such happen regularly at home, depending on the festival calendar and social circles. They tend to be more outside in the elements and nature when we can, though." Linny's thoughts briefly returned to lights hanging amongst the trees, the scent of fresh air and Annfyn delicacies, along with the chitter-chatter of highstrung, high-emotion Annfyn gossip. It made her homesick. Fortunately, that feeling didn't last long when she noticed...

"Oooo. Fondue. We should... go there first. And punch, definitely punch," Linny said quickly, nodding towards the long table where it was all set up. Dancing or singing to that awful music could come later, now she needed to indulge.

@StephDLegend

 

[Dash Pavan]

Dash folded his arms, watching from a nearby mezzanine level as the Master he could not quite remember gave his little speech. The courtyard games and the karaoke were novel ideas, but the Rhinnalian couldn’t help but feel he could have kicked things off better. He promised himself if he ever made it to Master, his parties would be legend.

Being a legend had always appealed to the theatrical Dash, even if his time with the Jedi had taught him a few lessons in modesty. But tonight, the Rhinnalian was throwing caution to the wind. He was fresh from his success building something beautiful on Kro Var and he done it with the love of his life. They both deserved a party, and that was not just the pre drinks talking.

Dash’s athletic form was squeezed into a fantastical outfit, one that leaned into both his flair for the risqué and the icy talents for which he was known. A tailored teal two-piece sat snuggly over a sheer white undersuit, decorated boots and a semi-translucent cape completing his look, fastened with a crustal snowflake at his collar.

“Come on” he called over his shoulder. “You’re not keeping me up here a moment longer. There’s a whole litter of paddies down there getting fruity. We need to show them how it’s done”.

Ezra was dragging his heels, he was sure of it. His man had never been fond of the attention that naturally came his way, even less the scrutiny that the two of them had brought on themselves. A prom was far from Ezra’s scene and he was probably in no rush to walk down the steps into the fray.

Dash turned, which was hard not to do dramatically when you were wearing a cape. He flourished it deliberately, looking at his man invitingly. Maybe he should have shown more neck.

@Sreeya

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra wasn’t exactly thrilled about these dances, and he scoffed at the idea of it being called a ‘prom’. He had already attended one at his high school as a teenager, so this felt even more juvenile. He was hoping Dash would be busy on a mission and wouldn’t notice this pop up, but that hope was, alas, dashed.

And so he found himself begrudgingly showing up to the event. Once there, Ezra’s initial grump melted away. He couldn’t keep the act going when Dash was so ecstatic and happy. And of course, the Rhinnalian dressed as dramatic as always, cape swishing everywhere and almost tripping a few people as they passed. On more than one occasion, Ezra subtly used the Force to brush the cloth aside on the floor before someone could step on it and topple Dash as he walked behind his man.

Knowing these things usually had either no alcohol or crappy alcohol, Ezra produced a flask that he sipped from while he overlooked the activities below. Dash did a little twirl and the part Sephi only rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the of his lips before he sipped from his flask again before stashing it away.

The Thorne was dressed sharply, but modestly. He opted for quiet elegance, his hair styled neatly and his jawline sporting that trademark five o’clock shadow. The only true insight into his wealth was the custom, fancy chrono on his wrist and the fact that his attire was designed by Billie Bonheur herself. He also smelled like a million credits as he strolled down the stairs with Dash.

His icy gaze panned over the others, immediately spotting Drexus (@Scoobert ) of all people. The sight of the former Sith in a suit was surprising, and even more surprising was the fact that he had a date. Ezra wondered how long before Drex gave her speeches about avenging his father to make for some pleasant conversation.

Ezra almost did a double take when he spotted grimy Natalie Hopeless (@TheDudeMike )actually in a dress. The sight held his gaze for a moment before amusement glinted in his eye. He turned back towards Dash, walking with him where he led, “Been a while since we had something like this,” Ezra mused as he poured them both some punch, unaware that it was spiked. He took a sip and quirked a brow, staring at the cup.

“Hmm,” He mused as he decided to pour himself more of the punch, “A few of these and I expect to see you belting out some karaoke,” Ezra told Dash with a smirk, “Or perhaps dragging me into a closet,” He added in that low baritone with a bit more hope to his normally flat intonation.

@Alhon

 

[Marcus Voss]

As Marcus began to move towards the dance floor, a Jedi Knight he had seen in passing, Keck (@Shalken), approached the pair, and after an apologetic look from T'vani, he returned it was a reassuring glance. Bowing his head in greeting to the knight, he awaited their conversation to end. The frog-like jedi was certainly an intriguing one, and it seemed there were many jedi knights he had yet to meet. Though, after only just recently being knighted, what could he expect. It would take a bit to integrate himself in the world of knights and masters.

As more people began to flood into the grand hall, Marcus nodded at various other strange faces, though few were familiar. The more time he spent there, the more at ease he was with the environment of the prom. As T'vani finished up her brief conversation with, Marcus's gaze fixed on T'vani, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration at her bright smile, returning it when she turned to face him.

Marcus happily took the young jedi's hand, and led her onto the dance floor, his piercing eyes sparkling with anticipation. Marcus certainly loved to dance. Turning around to face her as they approached the center of the room, he pulled her closer and whispered to her, "Don't be nervous, just try and relax."

Marcus quickly glanced around the room as he witnessed many other pairs beginning to warm up to the crowd, and dancing to the music. Slowly, he wrapped his arm around her back, meanwhile the other still holding T'vani's hand. With a smirk, and the crowd fading into the background, they begun to dance to the music. (@Remileah)

 

[Drexus Brogroo]

A chuckle would come over him at L'Veth's comment on his saber skills. "Well it depends what position I'm in.." He would smile and then continue, "Bet I could take you." He would wink at her to keep it lighthearted. He'd walk with her out to the dancefloor as she placed her hands around his waist, it felt weird but she was smol. So Drexus would do the same, hands around the back as low as he could reach without hunching, his arms outside of hers.

As they swayed to the music, he would look down at her. And for the first time it wasn't in a superiority way. She was different than the typical Jedi. She had a way about her. Some likeable traits. So when she said she was surprised he asked her he could only think to say one thing. "Well to me it seemed like a no brainer. You were the only one so far not to talk to me with worry or concern I'll slip into my old ways. Makes me feel like I'm welcome."

Her smile gave warmth. His heartbeat picked up a little and he fought letting a smile large enough to actually require the face muscles to put in work. But it only fought it so much, his smile was showing. He blinked and let a chuckle, "I think we mastered the swaying. We look like a couple porgs waddling." He would nod his head over to another couple swing dancing. "I think they're showing us up."

He'd see Ezra and Dash. He figured they were a good pair, they both look like do gooders, one is just a Thorne. Maybe both before too long. He was glad he wasn't on missions helping old people anymore though, that was a level of annoying he would not like to relive. Refocusing after the second of looking over he would bring his gaze back on to L'Veth, and he had to admit. He was happy he was here.

"Also this suit, is by far the softest thing I have ever felt. I have to get more clothes made of this." He would chuckle as he finished and he looked into her eyes, then to her lips and thought to himself how that suit could easily become the second softest thing. Then his eyes would go back to hers. "So.. level up on the dancing or is this good for you?"

@Logan

 

[Theia Durand]

She was super annoyed that her instructors had made her theory papers due the same night as prom the Jedi were hosting this evening. She knew it was completely coincidental...mostly...and she didn't think she would have needed to do anymore writing, but she was wrong clearly. It was cutting it close as she watched her submissions process, with a few minutes to spare and she let out a long exhale and then quickly got ready for the dance. She checked her EZphone, having sent a message to her mom about the evening and pictures of her dress, but no response. It was odd, but not she guessed, she knew her mom would follow her research, but...

Theia shook her head, refocusing her attention on her dress as she got ready; formal functions were not unfamiliar to her growing up in her household and with the Thornes. There were plenty of times where she waited until the last minute to get ready and it came easily on how she would do her make-up and her hair.

When she finally arrived, the dance was well on its way from being started. Theia questioned where the jedi got the disposable income to put this on, but she wasn't their accountant and she would enjoy it. She took her hands out from the pockets of her dress, running her fingers through her red-orange hair, letting the wavy locks fall down her back and over her shoulders. Her light eyes scanned the hall, first taken aback because it was hard to see who was who with everyone dressed up. However, she wasn't going to stand around, there was dancing, and karaoke!

 

[Brienna Lanaamer]

"This is a definitely a punishment."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Have you considered they want you there because you're well respected and responsible?"

A pause.

"No. And I'm not."

"Yes you are."

An eye roll.

//

Jedi Knight Brienna Lanaamer recalled the conversation she had with her droid about the task that had been bestowed upon her. In their infinite wisdom, the Masters had requested the Knight chaperone the latest edition of the Jedi Padawan Formal. More likely she happened to have three key attributes: 1. Be available. 2. Be somewhat near Sernpidal at the time of request and 3. Don't be foolish enough to reply yes. But, Bri was never one to go against the Council, or the Masters who ranked above her, and so found herself tugging on the cape of her dress somewhat awkwardly in an elaborately decorated banquet hall.

Fancy dress parties weren't really her thing, despite her own personal upbringing in the upper echelons of the class society on Chandrila. Still, Bri knew she had to make some kind of effort, and was adorned in a simple cream colored dress that more matched the style of Jedi robes than an elegant frock. Her blonde hair was styled in a bun up-do. She had attended the Padawan Formal only once when she was a student learner, and remembered it being not terribly exciting. The usual suspects acted out of hand, but the whole event passed rather mildly and without incident. Being a chaperone meant arriving before anyone else and also probably means staying late to help clean up. A chocolate fountain, seriously?

Bri spotted another of her chaperon-ing Knights, a female Twi'lek, and made polite conversation as the guests began to arrive. Despite being engaged in pleasant back-and-forth, Bri's keen eye was more than capable of spotting any tomfoolery that was starting to occur. The Padawans might not have noticed, but she observed a Nu-Vaal (@Narzen ) take some kind of weed and an Echani (@Mythos ) spike one of the punch bowls. It was too hard to tell from a distance with what.

The Knight politely excused herself from the Twi'lek and walked over to the punch bowl at the end of the table. She dipped the tip of her pinky finger in and then touched the finger to her tongue, getting a small, but satisfactory, taste. Marcan. Bri reminded herself that she was there as a chaperone, and not a stick in the mud. They deserved to have fun. But in moderation.

 

[T'vani]

___T'vani followed Marcus (@Woven) out to the floor as he guided her. As inexperienced as she was, she did her best to imitate his posture and align herself properly.

___"Yeah, try not to be nervous," she echoed. However, when Marcus pulled her closer, the girl felt her heart sink into her chest. A foreboding sense of anxiety seeped through the cracks of her confidence. All at once, the situation she was in felt wrong. The sensation of discomfort spiked as his hand slipped around her back, sending her mind into a scrambling mess of thoughts. T'vani had just met Marcus, and now she was having a closer, more personal dance than she initially anticipated.

___To avoid being rude, T'vani acquiesced and spent a few moments remaining silent to participate in the dance. Despite her efforts, her body remained tense, her tail curling up close against her legs as she scanned the partygoers. Then, she saw Ezra (@Sreeya), one of the Jedi Knights who had officiated her Jedi Ascension Trials.

___"Oh, excuse me," T'vani murmured as she delicately tried to free herself from Marcus's arms. "That's Master Thorne. I-I need to talk with him about something," she continued as she took a few steps back and offered Marcus an apologetic bow. T'vani straightened and turned heel to hurry over to the man and his companion (@Alhon), presenting the two a meek wave as she approached.

___"E-Excuse me, Master Thorne?" T'vani squeaked as she closed the distance.

 

[Marcus Voss]

As Marcus glanced towards the punch, he realized just how thirsty he was. How long has it been since I had a drink? God knew he could use one.

As Marcus returned to the present and felt T’vani’s discomfort, he eased up. As the young Fiani excused herself, Marcus too turned away, and after bowing his head in farewell, made his way over to the punch and grabbing a cup, prepared to pour himself a drink. Not before he saw what he assumed to be one of the chaperones standing over it.

“Well, how do you do. Mind if I grab some punch?” He spoke up with a smirk, as he gestured to the bowl. She certainly seemed like a chaperone, one who definitely would rather be someplace else.@ModernMarvel

 

[Dash Pavan]

“A while?!” Dash scoffed, throwing back some punch and blinking repeatedly at how strong it was. “It’s been an age” he corrected, clearing his throat and nearly coughing, but managing to still give Ezra a nagging look. He was the one who had dropped off the grid for a while.

“The karaoke probably ought to be off limits” the Rhinnalian murmured, sipping at the punch more cautiously. Of course Dash loved singing along to his favourites, but he was supposed to be one of the more senior Jedi these days. “The closet on the other hand…” he he met Ezra’s silver eyes and this time there was nothing but warmth in his gaze.

He was about to ask his man about a certain closet rumour he heard way back when, but a Fiani padawan suddenly bounced up to them, shattering the moment.

“Master Thorne is a little busy” Dash cut in. “He’s talking Master Pavan through the janitorial facilities here…” he suddenly noticed the look on the girl’s face. Softening, he set his punch glass down and leaned towards her. “I’m being silly, young lady. Are you ok?”. He glanced to Ezra and back, wondering how they already knew each other.

Whatever was up, Dash would do what he could to help squash it, and quickly. The punch was already making the karaoke seem more inviting.

@Sreeya @Remileah

 

[Keck]

With even more people arriving and mingling, Keck was content to sit back and enjoy the moment. Returning the wave to Alienor(@Charndley ), he noticed most people going over to an open space and spinning together. While he didn't really understand why, it looked like a ton of fun! But first, one more trip to the snack table. He spotted Natalie (@TheDudeMike ) in the corner without any food, and that just wasn't okay.

Downing the last of his juice as he went, Keck was really starting to feel warm and fuzzy now. He was so focused on getting the last drop from his bowl that he bumped into the table a little too hard, tipping the chocolate fountain dangerously close to falling over. Rocking back and forth, it eventually righted itself, but not before spilling drizzles of chocolate syrup on the table and Keck's fingers. Oops. Best behaviour! As nonchalantly as he could - nothing happened, no need to worry - Keck gathered a second plate of food for Natalie. Except for sushi, she said "no" last time.

Moving over to Natalie in an exaggerated sneaky shuffle, Keck handed over the plate of appetizers, the edges of the plate a bit sticky with chocolate sauce from his fingers. "Snack Squad!" he squeaked as hushed as he could before dashing off to the dance floor. Starting to spin in random patterns, he let his arms flail out a bit, but not too much. Best behavior. This was pretty fun, though.

 

[Theia Durand]

Theia could feel her stomach growling and decided to put priorities first: hit up the snack table. She hoped what she had seen from across the room wasn't a mirage and there would be legit food and not crackers and crunchy space-mix that no one knew ever really liked, they just say they do. Luckily they had an assortment, nothing she would necessarily be first pick about, but she guessed it was a step up from the food they tended to provide in the temple cafeteria. She watched as a small reptilian jedi nearly knocked over the chocolate fountain (@Shalken), but pretend also she didn't see anything amiss as she busied her eyes on the fruit, placing some on her plate before dipping it in the chocloate. She decided to take a sneak taste before dipping the others and when the chocolate touched her lips, she might as well had been drinking this stuff from inside a toilet.

Theia helped herself to some punch, quickly downing a glass as she looked between two other Jedi at the punch bowl (@Woven @ModernMarvel) "Does this taste sharp to you?" she asked them, helping herself to another cup, taking a few more sips before seeming satisfied with the taste gone in her mouth. Theia gave a shrug, uncertain what it was particularly that she tasted.

"I'm Theia," she introduced herself to Marcus and Brienna, giving a small wave to the two jedi with her free hand.

 

[Natalie Hope]

Theia was here, Keck was here, everyone was here. And they all didn’t matter because DID MR. JAWLINE JUST DO A DOUBLE TAKE AT NATALIE!? The beacons were lit, Natalondor called for aid. What the hell does someone even do in this situation!? All her Jedi training, and she was completely unaware of how to deal with Ezra of all people smirking and double taking at her. Fuck this ma- NATALIE THAT’S THE WRONG THING TO THINK ABOUT RIGHT NOW.

“Fuck he’s hot,” she blurted, realizing as the words fell from her mouth that Keck was offering her a plate of snacks. Now that was a conundrum. On one hand, Keck had just heard her blurt the most embarrassing thing she’d ever said in her entire life. It made her want to punt him across the room. On the other hand, he did bring her snacks, and snack squad- much like Sisters of the Trash Bin- was forever. “Thanks buddy.”

Of course she took the plate of snacks, and you’re damn right she stuffed her face with the snacks on her way to follow Keck. Snack Squad stuck together. She caught a quick glance of Theia, and gave her a smiling toast with her red plastic cup before downing the rest of her punch.

Natalie met Keck on the dance floor, plate of snacks in hand, waiting for him to finish flailing. She tossed him up with the Fore and let him land on her shoulders, offering him a pick of what was on the snack plate as she began to shimmy her hips and dance with the music. The little guy would be able to flail as much as he wanted, and snack as much as he wanted.

@Sreeya @GABA @Shalken

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra rolled his eyes as Dash complained about how long it had been, “Comes with the territory of being with a Thorne,” He said flatly. He had certainly heard Leon complain enough about how little he saw Jayna, much to Ezra’s displeasure. His mood faded slightly as he thought of his best friend. He had been missing for some time now, but Ezra assumed it was a long mission.

His thoughts were cut short when Dash trailed off about the closet. The part Sephi gave him a slightly skeptical look, “This is like you in that Kro Var hot spring all over again,” He said dryly, recalling back to Dash being a tease without any follow up. Ezra looked over in time to catch Natalie (@TheDudeMike ) blurt out her very eloquent observation of him. The part Sephi’s sensitive ears picked up the words and caught her vacantly staring as if a bantha in the speeder lights. Deciding to have some fun with this, Ezra lightly nudged Dash with his elbow, using the Force to communicate with him.

If Dash followed, Natalie would have not one, but two, devastatingly handsome men suddenly giving her a smouldering look. Ezra even followed it up with a wink and half smirk before he nonchalantly returned to his drink.

His attention turned to the rat girl padawan that suddenly appeared. Fiona or something? Who knew. Ezra was powerful enough in the Force to pick up on mild distress. His gaze flicked past her and back from where she came. Clearly something back there had troubled her, but Ezra wouldn’t pry unless information was offered, “Evening, padawan,” Ezra said with a nod, “Congratulations on your trials,” He said as he raised his glass in cheers, “Don’t drink this by the way,” He said curtly before taking a sip from that very drink. Ezra’s silver gaze fixed on her as he waited for her to ask whatever question she had.

@Remileah @Alhon

 

[Natalie Hope]

Natalie was minding her own business, dancing with Keck, eating snacks. She had made a fatal flaw. The grand ruse of her invincibility shattered in an instance. It was in the corner of her eye first, and when she turned her full attention her heart practically stopped. It was not just Mr. Jawline smouldering and smirking at her. Oh no, that would be too easy. That would be too tame! In perfect synchronization Daddy Frost did the exact. same. thing.

Breath was not a luxury Natalie had anymore. It took everything she had not to drop the snack plate; the only thing stopping her from letting go of the plastic wear being the crime against all sentient beings that was dropping snacks in the presence of snack squad. Instead, she handed it up to Keck so that she wouldn't ever drop the precious snacks. Her cheeks were bright red and burned, her breath barely coming in gasps like she'd be gut punched in a cantina on 6th Street.

Touche, Mr. Jawline. You drew her in and called in reinforcements. Used her own bandit trick against her in the battlefield of dance and party.

@Sreeya @Alhon @Shalken

 

[L'Veth]

Yeah, I don't see that happening, L'Veth said playfully to Drexus' when he said he could take her. Take my out on a date, maybe, but I'm pretty sure I'd kick your ass in a fight.

When Drexus mentioned that she was the only one who hadn't looked down on him with disdain for his past, L'Veth couldn't help but let her smile slip into the slightest frown. She knew Jedi could be a little judgmental but they were supposed to give people the benefit of the doubt. Especially people like Drexus who was trying to become a better person, to leave the darkness and embrace the light.

Hey now, porgs are cute at least. I might look like a porg but at least I don't look like a wampa like youuu. L'Veth's default flirtation mode was teasing, she hoped Drexus wouldn't take it to heart. She thought for a second about telling him there was something much softer than clothing he could feel, but L'Veth decided to hold her tongue for now. She didn't want to come on too strong. Not yet.

II suppose we can't let these nerds show us up. Let's see what kind of moves you got, wampa.

Flashing Drexus' a coy smile, L'Veth would move one of her hands off of Drexus' hip and slip it into his own hand, lacing their fingers together as she let her body move closer to his. No longer doing their porg waddling, L'Veth let the music lead their movements, swaying her hips as the pace quickened.

Their dance would become a lot more intimate and much less formal than it was just a few seconds ago, assuming Drexus would follow L'Veth's lead.

@Scoobert

 

[T'vani]

___When Dash (@Alhon) interjected, T'vani recoiled as her ears folded back against her head. She glanced up at the other man as his features softened and cadence shifted, outwardly appearing more sympathetic to her plight. The girl opened her mouth to speak, but no words formed. Instead, the corners of her lips turned upward into a thin, apologetic smile as her tail coiled disarmingly behind her.

___"I'm sorry for interrupting, Master Pavan," T'vani murmured. "Yes, I'm okay. I was just in an situation I wasn't really comfortable in, and when I saw Master Thorne, I said I was going to come talk to him so I could get myself out of it," she finished her summary with a sigh. The Padawan glanced over her shoulder towards Marcus, a sensation of guilt fleetingly panging her heart at suddenly leaving him. Her wilted ears lifted slightly as Ezra (@Sreeya) addressed her to congratulate her on passing her trials.

___"Thank you, Master Thorne. I hope I can live up to everyone's expectations," T'vani answered, offering the other man a bow similar to the one she had given Dash. She glanced at the glass as he raised it and cautioned her against drinking it. "I won't. I'll be mindful," she said. "Anyway, I'm sorry if I interrupted anything. I think I can go now," T'vani concluded with a sheepish smile before turning to leave unless either of the men stopped her.

 

[Keck]

Keck was ecstatic when Natalie (@TheDudeMike ) came out with him to the dance floor, once again becoming the Voltron masterpiece that was Snack Squad. Heck yeah. Snacks in hand and flailing about at a safe height, they were unstoppable.

Or so Keck thought, right up until Natalie stopped. He could tell from her suddenly erratic breathing that something was terribly, terribly wrong. "Friend okay? What wrong?? Not breathing right!" He asked loudly - was it too loud? no, it was fine - as he poked her shoulder, taking the plate of snacks. Looking down, he could see her face was bright, bright red. That was never a healthy sign. He poked her cheek. "Nalie getting sick? Need help!!" he squeaked in concern. She had obviously been struck my some mystery affliction.

 

[M'Akio Beastmaster]

Akio had finished his punch and noticed people gathering around a punch bowl nearby. He made his way over his tail swaying to the music. As he arrived at the bowl a girl with a sparkling dress(@GABA) was asking about the flavoring of the punch. He was temporarily mesmerized by the dress never seeing something of its design. He made himself a glass of the punch and drank it. “I’m Akio, nice to meet you Theia.”

He looked over to the other two Jedi. First he turned to address the older(@ModernMarvel) of the two. “Are you a master, granny? I don’t think I’ve met a Master yet only knights.” Though it would seem rude to others Akio had a habit of just saying what he was thinking. So normally he would call people names based on certain features until he learned their name.