Open Social Yavin IV When Ya-Win, Ya-Party...on Yavin

[Tahiri]

MUSIC​

Conference room 13 had once been a hangar, but the old temple had so many hangars that it got converted into a party hall of sorts. It was after all one of the few rooms in the temple that could have housed almost the entire Order. And then the Jedi started getting battered so much that there weren't many occasions to have a party. So a projector was put up, a bunch of tables and chairs were dragged in, and the party hall became a conference room for whenever a long lost Jedi Master returned and decided to give a lecture and all the padawans in the Temple were forced to attend.

Today though, today conference room 13 was reliving its heydays. The Jedi were on a little bit of roll, winning allies, trolling Sith, and on the whole just having a very good month. Hype had started building, and there was no denying the energy around the temple.

So when news had gone out that the Grandmaster might not be on Yavin, completely unsubstantiated at that, word had started spreading of a celebration, a party even. Most of the kids were somewhere on the other side of the Temple, being chaperoned by Knights and older padawans who were unlucky enough to have drawn the short end of the stick, and almost everyone old and sensible enough to be here seemed to be here. Tahiri herself had no idea how she had ended up here and not on detention duty, but she wasn't going to complain as she chugged happily on the beer she had claimed by virtue of being old enough, and danced along to the retro beats that someone had put on. She had a feeling someone had stolen Master Kaisa's playlist, and she was surprised to find that she was feeling the music.

Who knew the Councilors knew how to party?

 

[Dimetri Unduli]

Many victories came to the Jedi as of late, and from the word around town it was time to party it up. Dimetri grabbed a fine set of clothes and topped it off with some black boots so he had a matching fit. Once he got dressed the Mirialan started fixing his hair and got a clean shave before brushing his teeth. It was time to celebrate right, and by the gods he was going to.

Grabbing his phone and sliding it into his pocket and putting on a watch he began to walk out of the room but before he could, the Mirialan looked at his guitar and thought to himself the odds were he could play for someone. The green skinned wonder shrugged and grabbed the guitar in its case and made his way to conference room 13 so he could get to drinking already. Passing by some of the Jedi padawans who were a little too young to attend, he shoved some earbuds in his ears and started playing some music he was feeling at the moment.

Arriving he kept his left earbud in to keep listening in on whatever song came next, but took the one on the right out so he could hear everyone and anyone who'd come to say hi. First thing first he would find a good area with to set up and set his guitar case on the seat. He'll grab food in a second, for now he wanted to get a feel for the place so instead he grabbed a wine cooler and stood next to the table keeping an eye on his stuff. He was excited to see who all turned up.

@Wit @otherpeepsjoining

 

[Eirik Sunwielder]

Eirik was, by all accounts, a man of saturnine disposition, not prone to excesses of excitement outside of battle. There was, however, a singular exception to this taciturn behavior – drinking. Any northlander worth their salt on Weik could handle the hard-hitting fire-mead that kept their bodies warm and their spirits high in the frozen wastes of the polar region. So prominent was this culture of drinking that it was believed that a non-drinking man in his homeland was considered fell-touched by maddening stars and not destined to live a worthy life.

Thus, Eirik liked to party hardy.

The Jedi had won several necessary victories, in the past month that they desperately needed to raise morale around the temple. Things had been on the downturn for the Order for so long, it almost felt unusual for there to be positive news circulating the grounds. More importantly, word circulated that the Grandmaster wouldn’t be present, and this spurred even greater excitement around the temple. When the cat’s away…

Eirik had been moving in and out of conference room 13 for several minutes now, dutifully lugging half-barrel kegs of beer and mead from his ship. He entered the party room with the last keg and dropped it aside its brothers with a resounding, dull thmp against the flooring. When it was all said and done and the dust had settled, he took a step back to admire the display: four half-barrel kegs of potent ale and four half-barrel kegs of mead. To him, it was beautiful, but it wasn’t going to be enough. Not even close. He reckoned he’d drink four barrels on his own if he had nobody to babysit him.

Fortunately, he had more on his ship in reserve.

Only then did he tune into the music playing. It wasn’t his preference, but he didn’t much care as long as the Jedi brought the right energy to this affair, and so far, he wasn’t impressed by those idly meandering around and sipping from cups or standing awkwardly beside tables. Eirik took up two steins and filled them with frothy amber ale and found two random members of the Order. With gusto, he wrapped an arm around the shoulders of each and brought them in close to him before forcing the steins into their hands.

”Now is not the time to be meek!” he exulted triumphantly, ”Drink! Be merry! Padawans, Knights, all!”

Eirik shoved the newly-beered Jedi away to mingle and poured himself a new stein of ale. He raised his drink in the air and shouted joyously like some kind of beacon for partiers to flock towards before he lowered it to his lips. Frothy beer foam framed his beard after an impressive gulp, followed by the northern Knight scanning the crowd for more awkward Jedi to accost and force out of their shell.

This would not be a weird prom party. Not if he could help it.

@drinkers

 

[Rose De Fleur]

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Ah. Parties. Rose hasn't been to one in a very long time. Most of the time, she wasn't even in the Jedi temple; she preferred traveling around the galaxy and solving yet another mystery. A ruined temple here, a forbidden cave there with a rumored chalice. If there was a history to the place, she'd be there. But she allowed herself to go back to the temple today. Because it was time for a celebration.

The Cathar's bare feet lightly touched the floor as she excitedly found Conference room 13. She was dressed casually in a white dress with thigh-high splits and a golden necklace attached to the top of the fabric to keep everything in place. And with Rose's hair adorned with four thick braids that curled around her ears before coming together in the back to form a flower-like bun, it was fair to say she was dressed for a party. And she wasn't disappointed when the door opened to reveal the Jedi partying.

Some old poppy music reached the woman's sensitive twitching ears, and before she knew it, her shoulders had taken on a life of their own. With a big grin, one revealing her fangs, Rose instantly made her way to the table with the drinks. She wasn't picky, so she grabbed the first glass she could find, which appeared to be some kind of beer, and gazed around the room as her hips began to follow suit with her shoulders, her body swinging to the beat of the song.

There was plenty to see, including a lot of Jedi dancing. A girl with ashy blonde hair(@Wit) was among the dancers, and she seemed to be one with the flow. Rose looked at her for a moment, almost hypnotized while smiling, before raising her hand in a wave and breaking her gaze away to finish her beer.

While she sipped her beer, her sharp green eyes with light blue stripes noticed an older-looking man(@Painus), who handed two members alcohol while cheering them on to drink. Her lips curled into a smirk, her head tilting to the right, amused. What an idiot. She loved it. "Cheers!" She responded to the man's cheering by raising her glass into the air. "Let us celebrate! We sure as hell deserve it!" Her warm, accented voice rang through the air.

She took another large sip from the glass as a Padawan with emerald green skin(@Scoobert) and a guitar case caught her eye. Should she approach him? Eh. Why the hell not? May as well try to get to know the others. Rose ran her hand over her lips, wiping some of the beer from her fur, before approaching the kid. "Yo!" She smiled at him. "I couldn't help but notice your guitar. Do you play? Cause that'd be so sick!"

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[Adanell of Pom Blodau]

Adanell couldn’t believe that finally there was going to be a party in the Jedi Temple. According to the rumors that he heard, the celebrations of the Order weren’t that common. He could even say that it had been more than a year since the last one. It really needed to change.

Only because the Jedi preached austerity, it doesn’t mean that they needed to be serious all the time. They weren’t dead, the Order deserved to have these moments. A party was perfect to commemorate their recent string of success. With how difficult the things were for them, any small moment should be celebrated.

With a smile on his lips, the Knight arrived in the improvised ballroom. He was wearing Annfyn clothes, which were typically used during such celebrations. To be honest, he would have come dressed with his Jedi robes, but he remembered that his sister had given him this outfit years ago and he never used it. At least now he had the opportunity to use it, even if it ended resting in his wardrobe for some more years.

While he walked around the party, Adanell immediately was drawn to a Mirialan with a guitar. He wasn’t the only one, a Cathar had also approached the boy. The Annfyn had brought his harp, thinking that perhaps he could play it later. Maybe the other Jedi would like to play some music with him.

“Hello! How are you two?” Adanell smiled, while approaching the two Jedi. “I’m Adanell, but call me Adan.” he turned at the Mirialan “I was also going to ask if you play the guitar.”

@LilyNion @Scoobert

 

[Faen Akatosh]

At last, Faen Akatosh could rest and enjoy himself. Today was a good day for the Order and the Seer was more than happy to be happy. There was so much darkness that he had been exposed to, and it had drained him and jaded him. The longer he helped others, the less he helped himself. So, today he was going to be a bit selfish, drink a few drinks, and enjoy the celebration.

He arrived at the party garbed in simple yet slick deep blue suit and tie. Even Boy was dressed for the occasion! Faen had managed to tie a black bowtie on the Massiff's collar, and the reptilian didn't seem to mind it at all. With his canine companion padding along by his side, Faen would begin to greet the other Jedi attending the party. Starting with a Knight who had been walking barrels and kegs of alcohol into the room.

"And merry I shall be!" Faen grabbed himself a drink and raised it up before taking a sip. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. I'm Faen Akatosh, Jedi Seer." Boy then barked and panted happily as he sat by his master's side. "And this is Boy- don't worry, his bite is much worse than his bark." The Half-Annfyn teased before taking another sip of his drink.

@Painus

 

[Zathria]

Zathria spent a large amount of her time away from the temples, but the recent election of new Councilors - and the demise of one - had forced her to turn her attention back more toward the Jedi rather than the rest of the galaxy.

To be sure, healing the rest of the galaxy would always be her primary focus, but she had begun to believe that healing the Jedi Order itself was one of the first steps toward that. To that end, she had returned to the temple on Yavin in the hopes of pursuing a position within the Justicars.

When the news of a party of sorts had reached her ears, she'd gotten curious and gone to look around. Things already seemed to be getting started, and it was a mix of mostly people she didn't know with a few that she had at least seen at the meeting.

She arrived wearing a comfortable but stylish outfit and headed over to the table to grab a drink.

She heard one of the men introduce themselves as Faen and she offered her cup in toast to both men. Zathria, she said and her gaze immediately flashed down to the dog.

Awwww, come here, she said, crouching down to pet the dug if he would let her.

So I don't normally come to these parties. I've heard... things about them, she said, frowning as if to say "not very good things" either.

@Charles @Painus

 

[Croia Than]

For Croia it was hard to remember a time when the Jedi were not trying to cover up PR stunts and for once it felt good to see the tables flipped in this case after certain unqualified "doctor" tried to pass some galactic medical advice. She had seen her fair share of poor excuses for healers and doctors, but this one wasn't even trying. The thought of the switter storm that blew up that evening brought a smile and a giggle to the young woman as she headed toward the party. It seemed like there were not very much of these lately as there had been much tragedy over the years.

The young Knight showed up regardless, ready to bask in the evening of music, snacks and maybe some mingling...maybe, but mainly snacks, and hopefully not from the cafeteria hall head chef, Agnus. The thought gave her a chill.

Walking in, Croia scanned the crowd for anyone she knew well before stepping out. She relieved this wasn't some high and formal event, getting to dress fairly casually, hopefully this will be a pleasant evening.

 

[Hieronymus Crane]

It had been over six years since Hieronymus last set foot on Yavin IV. He'd left not long after becoming a full-fledged Jedi Knight. A lot had happened since then -- his journeys had taken him Coreward and back out towards the Rim, through regions of space he hadn't even known existed before, and that kind of pilgrimage had a way of changing you.

As the Desevran Songbird swept over the jungle canopy towards the Jedi Temple, even the dour-faced chainsmoking miscreant of a Jedi couldn't avoid a twinge of nostalgia.

A lot had happened, but it was refreshing to come home to celebrate a victory. After several years more or less astray, on a personal quest to define for himself what it meant to be a Jedi, Hiero had recently resolved that it was time to return to more active duty with the Order.

He wasn't sure he had found the answer to the question burning in his heart when he left Yavin IV all those years ago, but it felt closer than before. And that left him in an uncharacteristically festive mood.

So Hieronymus attended the party. He remembered when the hangar had first been repurposed into a party hall and found it weird to call it a conference room - it had been after his time at the temple. He was wearing a black shirt and dark plaid checkered tie.

For the most part, he stood awkwardly off to the side, smoking a cigarette near the entrance to the hangar space where it wouldn't bother anyone. Most of the faces he saw were younger and unfamiliar to him, the next batch of Padawans after his own generation, he supposed. He was nursing a stout beer, at one point catching Eirik's eye (@Painus) and nodding at him in greeting.

There was a familiar face, anyway. Eirik and Hiero were essentially antithetical as Jedi, but he didn't mind the gruff warrior, especially where it came to drinking.

Horrifyingly, his astromech had accompanied him and was beeping and booping furiously about expecting an opportunity to prune its subroutines with other droids.

"Come on 1N, I told you to stay on the ship and that I'd take you to engineering later. Go find a charge port and hibernate or something if you're not having fun." He rolled his eyes at the sullen robotic tweet the droid issued in response. "Yeah, yeah. I'm very sorry. You're always querying up data on other Jedi because I'm too much of a statistical outlier for your calculations, why don't you go talk to one or something?"

 

[Dimetri Unduli]

Dimetri had been standing there not even two minutes before a friendly greeting came his way. He turned to see the Cathar and smiled when she came up. "Hey! And yea I didn't know if there'd be music going or not but I was beat to the punch." As the two began speaking to each other a third popped in and greeted themself. Dimetri hadn't seen them around wither but it was nice to see more Jedi getting involved.

"Hey Adan." Dimetri turned to the Cathar lady and asked, "What was your name? I'm Dimetri Unduli. Good to meet you all." He held out his hand to shake giving Adan a firm grasp for the shake but for Rose, a gentle hold. He took a sip of the wine cooler and then motioned for them to sit if they'd like, as he sat down moving the case to the floor beside him. Then looking around it seemed the place began filling in, a good sign. Meant the party was actually going to be halfway decent.

"I'll play for y'all if you'd like. Before it gets too crowded to even hear."

@LilyNion @LouJoVi

 

[Brienna Lanaamer]

The more adventurous, social members of the Order had turned Conference Room 13 into the latest party spot. Of course they did. Bri had been with the order long enough to remember when it was an actual hangar. Back in the day it was only able to fit smaller ships, but in its 'conference room' configuration there was room for over a hundred standing. Not sure if that many are going to show up tonight.

Being a Jedi was often a sober responsibility. Pun intended. Work was serious, contemplative, philosophical, and often consequential. Every Jedi's connection to the Force was individual and personal, yet being in the Order meant upholding a duty to the Galaxy. It was easy to get in one's head, feeling separate from other members of the Order. Bri was glad that back on Yavin, the current home of the Jedi, some of her younger colleagues still took the responsibility to organize socializing events.

Though she was frequently 'on the road', Bri did like to attend the social events when she found herself able to. On this particular evening, the blonde Knight had chosen to wear a simple casual outfit of a burgundy leather jacket, grey shirt, and tight dark pants. As Bri arrived she spotted that there was already a good number of others there. Perhaps indicative of how long she'd been away from the Temple, she didn't recognize any of them. Alcohol is probably a good place to start.

Bri approached the group around the kegs of beer, two other Knights (@Painus @Charles ) and an Echani woman (@Phoenix ). Bri grabbed a glass of her own and raised to the others in cheers. She looked back at kegs and then to the others. "Think we have enough?" she laughed sarcastically.

 

[Tahiri]

MUSIC​

As the previous song came to a close, which coincided with the lifespan of the beer she had been tackling, Tahiri found herself in need of a refill and a desire to explore what else was going on in the party. Looking around at everyone else, she was glad that her outfit didn't feel too out of place.

Wandering through the converted hangar, she found herself another beer easily enough, and then noticed a small crowd gathering near the entrance. Someone had set up a couple of beer pong tables, and as she reached the table a game just seemed to be winding down. Stepping up to take one of the empty spots, she looked around to see if anyone else would join in, as one of the guys who had lost the previous round politely helped her to set up the next round.

"Beer Pong! Any takers?" She called out as she worked to pour beer into the cups, surprised to see the guy who had helped her set the table up leave to catch up with his friends. He didn't even want to play, but he helped. Partying with Jedi did have its benefits.

 

[Eirik Sunwielder]

The frozen lands of his home bred the savage and the raucous, and Eirik reveled in it. To bring his culture to the otherwise stuffy Jedi was probably something he oughtn’t do, but those who began to flock into the room seemed to desperately need it, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t provide for his comrades? His home bred those loud, proud, and spoiling for a fight, and it was high time the Jedi got to celebrating their victories.

He didn’t even bother wiping the foam from his beard as he swallowed down another mighty gulp of his ale while others approached him to converse. There was a certain energy growing in the room that he was excited to see come to fruition as the others shed their formal demeanors.

”Eirik,” he introduced, lifting his stein in cheerful greeting to Faen and Zathria (@Charles @Phoenix) ”Those sad excuses you heard about are the parties of the past. Now, we rejoice in our victory!”

He heartily bellowed a laugh, quieting only as Brienna (@ModernMarvel) approached. He swept his stein back in a grandiose gesture to the kegs, shaking his head. ”We? These were for me!” he quipped back cheerfully, ”I have much more on my ship for later. You should try the mead,” he suggested, then looked the woman over, ”It tastes like sweet honey and feels like liquid fire. You three look like fighters. Some of you might even get close to outdrinking me!” The last part had a hint of a challenge to it backed by a wolfish grin, openly inviting those around him to let loose more than they already are. It was a party! Someone had to get wild and match him eventually, right?

His eyes swept over the three beside him and caught Hieronymus’ (@Jake) across the room. There was a figure he hadn’t expected to see at a party, but he was nonetheless thrilled. Certain the more prudent Knight wasn’t fond of his maverick personality, Eirik made sure to try and rouse him from his brooding thoughts.

The Weikian lifted his free hand and pointed a finger at the man. ”Crane!” he shouted over the din of partygoers and music, ”Do not stand there like a lump on a log! Come, come, revel, don’t be shy! I have a drink with your name on it!” With a quick scything motion with his outstretched hand, an empty stein floated into the air, beckoning the Knight, or anyone more enterprising, to come fill it and join in the conversation.

Glass floating in the midst of the conversation, Eirik then turned his attention back to the other three Jedi with him, eager to hear their thoughts.

 

[Andros Sahin]

There was no denying that Andros was in a fantastic mood. In a matter of weeks, the Jedi Order had enjoyed a series of victories across the Galaxy - whether it was the newly-acquired ships from the ISC, or their recent victory on Ailon. It was a much needed boost in morale, palpable to just about anyone that walked through the halls of the Yavin Temple. As such, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation from the half-Orcolan when he caught wind of the festivities taking place in Conference room 12 - convinced that they actually had something to celebrate, and it wouldn’t end up a snoozefest like most Jedi parties.

It didn’t take the half-Orcolan very long to find the party room - ducking through the door frame as he stepped inside. Ditching his usual robes and tunic, Andros was dressed up in a pair of black jeans and a formfitting button-up, leaving the first few buttons undone, while the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. His hair was combed and styled loosely, and he wore a few bracelets to accessorize on his right wrist.

Swiping a red solo cup from a nearby table, Andros began making his way through the party - made easier by the fact he towered over most of those in attendance. While he spotted a few of the well-known Knights making conversation, the half-Orcolan’s attention flicked towards Croia standing off to the side. He offered a small wave of his hand as he passed, bronze eyes flicking ahead as the call was made for beerpong.

“I’m game!” He called out as he approached the table, flashing Tahiri and whoever else had congregated a tusk-filled smile. His gaze lingered for a few moments on the former, jutting his chin in greeting before he proceeded to help set up the table. “I;m Andros,” He introduced himself.

@Wit @GABA

 

[Zakrym La]

To say it had been a minute since Zak had been able to just relax or have a good time would be an understatement. He hadn't left his quarters on Yavin yet, instead he was looking at his outfit to determine if he liked it or not. Zak had changed three times already, at this rate he knew that he was running late and in all honesty, looking good was more important than punctuality to him...at least in this case. Zak twisted at his hips to gaze at his side profiles before finally giving himself a nod of approval, it would do. As Zak walked out of his quarters he would grab a thin black jacket and throw it on, it was time to party!

Zak's pace would pick up as he got closer to the entrance to the hangar bay, a small but excited smile would form at the edges of his lips. He would nod at the pair of Gammorean guards checking to ensure no minors were able to sneak into the party, one would grunt in reply to his quick greeting, then he would hit a button which opened the door to the party proper. Zak's smile only widened at the sight before him, Jedi gathered to celebrate their latest victories and accomplishments, this was his family and he loved the scant few moments like this they could share.

Zak would quickly make his way to the bar, he would raise a pair of fingers to get the Besalisk bartender's attention. When the man finally made it to his end of the makeshift bar, Zak would give him a pleasant smile and lean in to order.

"Councilor La!" The man would greet him in surprise.

"Please, none of that tonight." Zak quickly corrected. "I'd prefer if you'd just call me Zak." He explained smoothly.

"Of course!" The Besalisk knight replied, a grin forming on his lips. "What'll it be Zak?" He asked.

"A whiskey, straight please." Zak requested.

"Right away!" Was the reply as the man moved to go pour Zak his drink.

Zak would turn his back to bar counter, he would lean back against the countertop and just soak in atmosphere. The Jedi were finally able to just be themselves and he hope to finally be able to cut loose without the need for formalities.

 

[Tazlen Axil]

Tazlen was in a great mood. News about Ailon was all over Holonet. He purposely asked to remain anonymous, at least for now. He needed to figure out if this was what he wanted to do as a specialty and that decision hadn’t been made just yet. However, he wouldn’t pretend that others attempting to take credit for the success wasn’t annoying.

The Jedi was already drinking a bit to celebrate before he found out that there was a party happening in Conference Room 13. There had been deaths, funerals and the Jedi getting shredded on media for years now. A celebration like this was long overdue for any success they had. The ANG could rival Mandalorians and that kind of training given to the Resistance or soldiers fighting with Jedi was priceless.

He strode in and glanced around at the group, dressed in a leather jacket, untucked shirt and jeans. His aesthetic was always a bit on the rugged side. For once a Jedi gathering wasn’t full of toddlers and he was beyond thrilled. Tazlen made his way over to the bar and downed a few shots in celebration. He was about to make his way over to the drinking games when he heard a familiar voice. The Jedi glanced up to spot Zakrym. Tazlen overheard the exchange briefly before he tossed back another shot.

Fuck it. Go big or go home.

He walked over and slinked in right by Zak, resting an elbow on the bar and leaning as he looked at the other man. Tazlen flashed him a grin, “Well I sure hope you’re not how you take your whiskey,” He flashed him a wink, “Think I’ve done enough community service to score a dance, Zak?”

@Apollyon

 

[Zakrym La]

As Zak soaked in the sight before him, even more Jedi filtered into the party. He had grown so entranced that Zak barely noticed when Tazlen slid up beside him. It wasn't until Tazlen spoke that Zak was suddenly aware of his presence, it startled him just a touch. Zak's body tensed, purely out of an instinctual response to the sudden surprise and shock. However, when Zak glanced towards the vaguely familiar voice, his body relaxed at what he saw.

The form of a ruggedly handsome Annfyn, it was Tazlen Axil. Zak's pleasant smile took on a different tone once he registered who the man was, it shifted from something akin to pride and into raw interest. Zak's eyes flicked up and down Axil and his grin broke into a short and mirthful chuckle when the man flirted with him. It was in that moment that the bartender brought back Zak's drink and the Togruta took it in his hand before replying.

"This whiskey is the only thing straight about or in me." Zak replied after he had tossed the glass of whiskey back. "Community service? I thought it was retraining." He continued teasingly as he took Axil's hand in his own and went to lead him towards the dance floor. "I'd rather you show me how poorly it failed." He glanced back and gave Tazlen a predatory smirk.

@Sreeya

 

[Faen Akatosh]

Boy happily lolled his tongue out as Zathria began to pet him. The Massiff even whined a bit when Zathria was finished, and nudged her shin with his nose to grab her attention. But, Faen grabbed his attention with the Force, causing Boy to heel to his master's side once again.

"Sorry about that, Zathria, once you pet him you're his best friend for life, heheh." Faen would then scratch behind Boy's ear holes himself. "I'm new to this as well, but as Erik so perfectly stated, this mead taste of honeydew from the sun itself- how could a drink this fine ruin a day so grand?" The Seer then offered Zathria a drink for herself, smiling his warm friendly smile. Then, Erik complimented the three, calling them fighters! But Faen sense the challenge Erik had intended to deliver, and the Seer raised an eyebrow out of curiosity.

"Well, I guess we'll never know if we don't find out for ourselves." Faen then filled his drink again, raising the glass up gesture to Erik. "No pauses... No spills... And no regurgitation!"

@Painus @Phoenix @ModernMarvel

 

[Rose De Fleur]

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Rose shook Mirialan's(@Scoobert) hand firmly, flashing her fangs at him with a grin before lowering her hand. "I'm Jedi Knight Rose De Fleur. Good to meet you, Dimetri." Her gaze was drawn to the Annfyn who had joined the two, a man Dimetri referred to as Adan(@LouJoVi). "Ah, you must Adan? Great to meet you as well." The Cathar reached out her furred hand to Annfyn, not hesitating to firmly shake his either.

She saw the Padawan motion for her to sit, but just as she was about to join him on the floor, her feline ear wiggled. Because there was a word in the air that drew her attention. Beer pong. Beer pong was a thousand times more fun than watching the kid play the guitar. "You know what, Dim? I'll try to find you later for that song. But thanks for offering." Rose lowered her head to bid the two farewell, a habit she picked up in the order and hasn't stopped using since, before turning on the balls of her feet.

Cathar approached the beer pong table with a sway in her hips. "I'm game as well." She said after the half-Orcolan(@Altaris). Or, at the very least, she assumed he had to be half-Orcolan with those glorious tusks. Rose gave him and the previous dancing lady a toothy grin and waved. "I'm Rose." She said after Andros introduced himself. "I caught you dancing a few minutes ago, love your moves." The Cathar spoke to the blonde-haired girl(@Wit) as she began to set the table, having played a lot of Beer Pong during her... wilder Jedi Padawan days.

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[Hieronymus Crane]

Figuring it was his opportunity when Eirik called him over, Hieronymus put out his cigarette, dismissed his astromech and walked towards the group, finishing off his beer and asking for another.

Overhearing the conversation as he approached the bar, in particular Dimetri and Rose's introductions and Brienna's quick exchange with Eirik, Hieronymus said, "Well, if I'm right, it's been so long since the last party that we probably have enough booze stockpiled to get all of Coruscant drunk." He took a sip from his recharged beer.

"I'm Hieronymus, nice to meet everyone. It's been uh, several years since I was last here on Yavin, so there's quite a few faces I don't recognize. Hope everyone's having fun." He waved at Tahiri, the Jedi he'd met on a mission not long ago.
(@LilyNion, @LouJoVi, @Scoobert, @Wit, @ModernMarvel) ((at everyone basically))

Realizing he wasn't nearly drunk enough to start dancing yet, Hiero decided that was an unfortunate fact that needed to change as soon as possible, so he took up a place at the bar while they set up the beer pong table and picked up his pace a little.

If any of the older Jedi recognized Hieronymus, who had spent quite a few years at the temple on Yavin IV until he became a Knight six years ago, he wasn't sure what their impression would be. Probably that he was a nerd.