Open Social Viktorious Visit

[Aden Archer]

The Viktorious Vixen
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The Vixen is a fine establishment indeed. Not too big, not too small, situated in neutral Corporate Sector space with the establishment itself open to all. For Aden, it was a fine place for him to sit down a bit and have a nice drink while he restocks on supplies and gets his ship refueled and flies off into space again.

Aden was at the bar having already gotten himself a drink, one of those drinks that originated from Hutt Space. It was quite good. The mercenary pilot was wearing a casual outfit, most notably sporting a nice brown spaceleather jacket.

There was a jukebox that was playing some music on a playlist. There were some holoscreens scattered about in the establishment. Aden would glance at one of them, one of them was a Holonet News report. Something something Sith invaded New Alderaan and many people dying. On another, there was a Hutt Ball game going on, which was much more interesting. Ryloth Rancors vs Team Gizka. Aden would turn himself around and watch that.

OOC: This social is Open to anyone who wants to join in!

 

[Gorgeous]

Gorgeous strutted into the bar, carrying himself with the confidence his human form allowed him. He'd just finished a job, styled his hair and sharpened his tongue. A stack of fresh credits was sitting in his bank account and he'd decided to reward himself for a job well done. He wore all black, barring his singature Armorweave Jacket. His fraternal twin blasters rested in their respective holster on either thigh.

He gave the bar a quick scan and his smile flipped into a frown for a brief second. It was kind of dead. Looks like it would be up to him to breathe a little life into it - this was his night off and he wasn't about to sit solemnly and glare into a whiskey tumbler thinking about the atrocities he'd seen like some sad old man.

He made his way to the bar and stood beside one of the only other gentlemen in the venue (@The Good Doctor). His pink eyes looked at the drink in the man's hand before he made eye-contact with the bartender, raising two fingers to get his attention.

"I'll have two of whatever she's having' he motioned to Aden by tilting the aforementioned two fingers before he poured himself into a bar stool beside him.

'I like your jacket." Gorgeous said, without looking in the man's direction. He was taking a chance that the man's taste in booze was as good as his taste in Spaceleather.

The pair of drinks were set infront of him and with a tap of his Dataphone he paid for them. Using a single finger he pushed the second drink in Aden's direction and slowly rotated his stool to face the man's direction. "There you go." He held his drink up with the intentions of tapping glasses with what he hopped would be his new drinking buddy.

"My name is Adam - but my friends just call me Gorgeous."

 

[Aden Archer]

Aden would look towards the newcomer and he has a really bright jacket doesn't he. Bright and hot pink. Awfully bold to want to have the same drink as a stranger as far as they know. "Well thank you!" he smiled and replied "Yours looks nice too. Very colorful." he said without a hint of sarcasm. Aden would tap glasses with his new-found drinking buddies "Cheers" and then take a drink himself.

"Aden Archer" he introduced himself likewise. "In my starfighter I go by Bravebird" that's the pilot callsign he uses when he's operating, just like he did at Kowak not too long ago. It's not an every day nickname, it's more of a professional one although he wouldn't object to calling that one. "Nice to meet you Gorgeous" he would give a light chuckle, it is a bit weird to say that to someone he just met as well now that he said it.

Aden's attention would briefly go back to the Hutt Ball game for a brief moment, the Ryloth Rancors scored again after blowing up one of the Team Gizka members up with a proton rocket launcher up and sending their body into the stands. Yikes, Aden grimaced. "Enjoy Hutt Ball by any chance? They have quite a show going on right now" He would gesture towards that holoscreen. Quite a show is quite an understatement.

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[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya enjoyed parties quite a lot. It was the perfect time to meet other people, for various reasons, whether it's pleasure or credits. She walked into the room wearing a two piece white dress. A small, distant smile rested on her features as she made her way to the bar. She noticed the pilot from a party a while ago that had gotten knocked out after an unlucky game of roulette. She smiled briefly as that party brought back more memories, but she forced them away when the drink she had ordered was set in front of her.

Her gaze scanned the room around her, pausing for a while on the news of New Alderaan and the Hutt Ball game.

Perhaps she would meet someone interesting.

 

[Julia Hipori]

Touching down on the rooftop landing pad of the Vixen, a black Guild d'Lanseaux Luxury Speeder made its appearance. The side door opened with a suppressed hiss as two heavy-set men, in black suits, clearly packing enough heat to start a small war, stepped out and scanned their surroundings, before a well-dressed woman, who appeared in her early thirties, followed suit. Walking directly passed her two security guards, paying them no attention, she strutted in through the rooftop entrance.

Dressed in a white dress, her hair tied back in a ponytail, nails painted gold with lipstick to match, Julia Hipori, one of the 'executive class' of the Corporate Sector, entered the bar.

She walked downstairs and onto the main floor of the Vixen, wandering up to the bar before placing an unassuming black credit chit down on the bartop, prompting one of the bar servers to almost appear from thin air. "Etti Gold." she instructed, as a champagne flute was placed in front of her, and an expensive bottle of 'Etti Gold', from a reserve normally kept for high-end dinners, arrived. Catching the tail-end of Aden's remarks, the rolled her eyes. "Hutt Ball?" she enquired "I only watch the leagues they don't play in the Core, the real deal - the shit the stiffs from the NR censor."

 

[Gorgeous]

"Oooh, Bravebird!'

Gorgeous chuckled, taking a sip 'I love a nickname." It was a relief that this guy was so chatty - most people he starts talking to uninvited usually just stare at him and awkwardly try to shuffle away. He sunk into a more comfortable position in his chair. "Likewise, Bravebird."

There was an explosion on one of the Holoscreens which immediately stole Gorgeous' new friend's attention. Following his gaze, The Clawdite raised an eyebrow at what he was witnessing - did they seriously just use an electrofied Nexu prod to- Oh Kriff!

Gorgeous visibly cringed but also couldn't seem to take his eyes off the screen.

"I've only heard the name but i've never really sat and watched it before - is it always like... this?" Gorgeous couldn't work out if he was enraptured or disgusted. He didn't even notice the other woman's flashy entrance, expensive order or her entourage until she spoke. Pivoting his view to the newcomer his pink eyes gave her a quick scan before returning to the screen. "You mean it get's more brutal than- what are they doing with a hexagonalic pulse grenad- Oh wow."

He'd made up his mind - he was obssessed. "It's certainly a very... creative sport haha." He turned to face the new woman. "Hi there - love your dress."

"My name is Bryce - but my friends just call me Gorgeous' He didn't extend a hand to shake, simply a smile. 'And this is Bravebird' he gave a small hand motion in Aden's direction.

"What's your name?"

@The Good Doctor @Nor'baal

 

[Aden Archer]

"Always like this, or at least the good games. But every year they have a big game where they will fill the teams random players and drop random weapons into the arena" he said, referring to the Super Hutt Ball event. The randomness of the game makes for good television, as they say anything can happen. Will they drop proton rocket launchers near your starting point, a lightsaber? Or just a little tiny pistol. "Last season someone got knocked off their skimboard out of bounds, and then hit by an passing speeder at high speeds" he said if it does get more brutal. Aden shook his head and grimaced. wasn't for sure if that person is still alive, but having watched the game, that person's body was a utterly broken and bloodied mess. What a terrible fate. Not for the faint of heart.

And there is a new lady in their conversation, she was a white dress. She seemed to like Hutt Ball too. The flyboy would look at her and nodded in agreement. When introduced to her by his new friend, he would nod and wave his hand towards her. The lady does look familiar, although he can't seem to place it...

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[Julia Hipori]

She subconsciously flinched away from Gorgeous, the man reeking of 'outer rim rogue', before smiling politely as if to apologise. "Gorgeous? You have very flattering friends." Julia remarked, as her drink was placed down on the bartop. Taking it in one hand, she looked over 'Bravebird' next, a handsome man who had something of the Core about him.

"Julia Hipori." she slid a business card across the table with her left hand, a white card with a platinum 'H' picked out in stylised aurebesh. "Senator, for my sins - for the Corporate Alliance." she studied Bravebirds face, he appeared to be trying to figure out just who she was. Not one to cut corners, she pre-empted his question "I used to be an ISC Minister." she neglected to mention the fact she was an exceptionally wealthy businesswoman, as promoting that fact in such places tended to void one ransom insurance.

 

[John Q]

John didn’t like bars very much. But a hard day’s work had made him sweaty and thirsting for a drink. He entered the room in blue denim overalls, a sweat-drenched t-shirt hugging him underneath. His head was nodding, but whether it was from fatigue, agreement, or something else, had yet to be determined. Some Hutt ball players on the screen looked familiar, though he didn’t recognize anyone else. Nodding curtly at anyone who looked pleasant, he ordered a drink.

The drink arrived. It was bloody and gooey and John thought he saw an eyeball floating in the mixture, before realizing that was an ice cube. He gulped down half of the stuff and walked around the room. One misplaced step and he stumbled into Iniya, spilling his bloody drink all over the front of her white dress.

“Wayl,” he said.

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[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya was watching the game. Truth be told, she wasn't actually in to all that, but she was bored, and considered talking to people to get rid of this bitter feeling. It seemed someone else made that decision for her when he spilled his drink on her. She could not help the curse that slipped out of her mouth. She looked down at her front and then back up at the ruffian that was at fault. She wondered how many drinks he had had; he looked absolutely stoned.

Iniya raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "I liked that dress," she said, a sour smile on her face. She considered snatching his blood-red drink and dumping it over his head but decided she wouldn't be that petty.

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[John Q]

Iniya slapped John's head around as if he had just been clawed by a polar bear. He cracked his jaw and felt his poker-red cheek with the back of his hand, glowing with shame. Quickly recovering, he looked his assailant up and down.

"Well aren't you a fighter. My name is John-" he said to her, raising his hand up to summon the bartender -"Give us two of the strongest stuff you got."

Having no use for the half-full bloody drink, John chucked it over his head in the direction of Julia. Whether it would impact her square on the head and shatter into a million pieces was not his concern.

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[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya stared down the man in front of her. He was awfully confident, wasn't he? She did some quick thinking. Making a decision, she gave him an amused smile. "You sure you need a strong drink right now?" she said. She took the drink the bartender gave her but did not drink from it. She figured with this man it would be better if she kept her wits about her, especially since he was already drunk.

Iniya slid into a seat, and glanced once more at her ruined dress. She supposed it did look like blood, which certainly added a factor to her appearance.

@Taygood

 

[John Q]

As the bartender gave John his new drink, he considered the woman's words. It was true- he was a confident man. He laughed and chucked the new drink behind his head in another direction. After a second, he heard a shriek as it shattered. John caught the bartender's eye and said, "I want a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade."

He laughed and nodded and laughed again and turned back to the woman. "You better be careful missy, I know the force."

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[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya wondered just how drunk this man was when he tossed another drink behind him and ordered lemonade. When he said he knew the Force she chuckled a little to herself. "Do you, now?" she said. Knowing how to use the Force was likely to get someone killed, and he seemed to drunk to use it correctly if he was telling the truth.

"If you're so special, why are you here?" she asked.

@Taygood

 

[John Q]

John gulped down a half-gallon of lemonade from the pitcher. He wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve and burped in Iniya’s face.

“As a matter of fact, darling, I’m a big-time Sith. Yeah, BIG time–” and he waved his fingers around in the air trying to spell 'big', letter by letter –”I got a Sith Lord on call, baby, and all it would take is four words from me and people disappear.”

With two fingers he force’d a chair towards him, skittering with all the clatter of a house cat in steel armor. John sat down on it. “See?”

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[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya couldn’t decide if she was disgusted or amused. “Hmm,” she said. He seemed too drunk to use the Force correctly. “Are you trying to impress me? You haven’t even told me your name,” she continued. She didn’t have a drink but she didn’t need one to be entertained by this interesting man.

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[John Q]

"The name's John, darling-" he looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping- "John Q." He slammed the pitcher down on the table, churning and frothing the lemonade into stormy waves. He nodded his head in agreement.

"Now I've told you a secret about me that some men would kill for. It is a secret you will have to take the grave. I'm sorry to have burdened you with that knowledge, but the least you can do is return the favor."

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[NathanielOlinn]

Nathaniel Olin walked into the dimly lit public house, string instrument on his back and lightsaber hilt supported on his belt. His Jedi robes being simple, yet each layer intentional and stylish. As he walked in, his gaze fixed on the screens reporting the sad news regarding New Alderaan. After a moment, he recognized he had locked his eyes too long on the screen. He wasn’t here to be chained to a screen; he could’ve done that in his residence. He came for people. He came to help comfort the tired and lonely. He turned his head away and tried to discern how to best get plugged in. Olin made his way into the main area, noting the different patrons in the room—fully aware of the spectrum of political alignments and otherwise. He gave an acknowledging nod and made his way to the jukebox, and slowly decreased the volume—fading the music instead of abruptly ending the song. With the sound gone, the room felt wrong. Communion of beings needed music.

”Hello. I came knowing that there is a odd mixture of both real grief and real excitement in tonight’s events. I’m someone who helps make comfort people and brighten spaces through music.“

Those in the Vixen gave uncomfortable, but fascinated looks to him. Olin, as was characteristic of his speech, had stuttered over several words. Some turned away and dismissed him, some looked on in a sadistic humor (much like watching the suffering of the Gamorean fighters in duels), some in pity, and others out of genuine intrigue. No one, however, ignored him. He smoothly moved the seven-stringed hallikset that was strapped to his back to his front. He was left handed and cradled the instrument and then reclined on a chair. He began playing a slow song, not a durge, but something appropriate for loss and appropriate for the slowness of night.

“This goes out to those who have no words. May these melodies heal you where the medicine cannot. There is a place only music can go.”

He began to sing in a baritone voice. Those who had once turned away in disbelief turned back again.

 

[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya raised an eyebrow at John. "I did not ask for your secret," she said, a hint of warning in her voice when he asked her to return the favor. "But I can give you my name: Iniya. A rare few know my actual name," she said, looking down at her dress. As she did she wondered if perhaps she should be more selective about who got to know it.

@Taygood

 

[John Q]

"Iniya," he said loudly. "What a name. Iniya." He said it louder. "Iniya." And louder. "Ini-" just then John heard the sweetest stringed sound he had ever heard in his desert-to-cantina sojourns.

"Wow, wow oh wow," said John, looking over to Nathaniel. "Here, hold this," he shoved the lemonade pitcher into Iniya's arms and traipsed off to the source of the music. Tears wet his face. Then, remembering his manners, he fished around in his pocket and pulled out some shining copper coin and tossed it towards the Jedi like he were tipping a street musician.

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@NathanielOlin