Log:Explorer's Guild: Harvest Day Hairloss
Explorer's Guild: Harvest Day Hairloss
OOC Date: August 17, 2018
Location: Taanab
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Sajin, and Siha Archer with Special Guest Stars Parthenia Antorias, Kasia Ashkuri, and Ryo Odessa
TAANAB
It's Harvest Day! The celebration of a bountiful harvest is vital to nearly every culture known to galactic civilization, and this year the Explorer's Guild is hosting a celebration of their own on Taanab, open to anyone who would like to join in the festivities. The inn they've rented is decked out to suit, streamers and ribbons everywhere, and it's likely Corr was not in charge of decorating. There he is, though, dressed in his plain clothes with his plain, small smile, stationed at a plain grill grilling up plain roba steaks and veggies too for party-goers to enjoy.
While there is an open bar, the main attraction is the giant keg of Jaffa cider that's been tapped and some of the locals are already looking fairly deep in their cups. Tables laden with appetizers, not the dainty fingerfood one might find at a fancier affair but full-on drumsticks, baked casseroles with saucers to hold them, a huge tray of denta bean dip, and so on line the walls while jaunty tunes fill the air.
Sajin made sure to get here early. Why? To stuff his face full of apps. The handsome Hapan had a plate full of drumstick, not even on his main course yet. An entire stein filled with Jaffa juice. He chews the white and crispy meat loudly, mouth almost wide open. Lips smack against each other and if it were dark and noone could see the horrifying display they may think someone was doing the nasty. His cheeks are ladened with grease and bits of food. The table covered in discarded bones, breading crumbs and dishes left by the other patrons he must have scared off long ago. He looks to Corr, gives an excited wave and a big dumb smile with his pouty lush food covered lips before picking up that stein of jaffa juice and downing it like the last drop of water in the galaxy. some streaks down his cheeks to accent the already greased artwork of his gourging from before.
Nia had managed to catch a ride with some of the Explorer's to see what was going to go on. The redhead is seated off by herself with a mug of something to drink. If you get close it doesn't really smell alcoholic. On the table there's a book with blank pages that she's sketching things into, carefully plotting the way that they had travelled and making notes on the festivities as they go on. Apparently Explorers do exploring while they are supposed to be having fun!
Siha Archer is totes here. HARVEST DAY. She has never been one to say no to free food and drink, and especially when the food is so good? The Mandalorian is at a table, helmet hooked onto her hip to give her complete access to one of the appetizer tables. Crouched in front the table the armored woman has taken it up on herself to claim an entire platter of drumsticks with red sauce for dipping which she has lain out in front of her between she and her conversational partner, gloves tucked into her belt, fingertips pinching the meat off the bones, dipping, then pushing the tender morsels into her mouth with a slightly gaped mouth, a grin on her lips, grey eyes dancing. At her right, on the floor, is a mug of cider, the thing plucked up every so often which allows a pause in eating which then, as a result, allows a lick of her lips to rid of sauce from around her mouth.
She is conversing with a Jawa who sits on the floor, feet kicked out from beneath it's robe, gloved hands prying apart it's own drumstick as they speak to each other, "No freakin' way, Booty, I don't believe that. Du-" Chew, lick, pry, chew, chew, "-de, no way you took /that much/." The Jawa lets out an exasperated sigh and goes off on a rant, Siha listening as she lets out another soft snort, "Ohhkurr-" PWINK. Siha earns a drumstick bone tossed at her, the Jawa reaching out for another as Siha laughs, eyes rolling, "OKokokokok, you ate an entire bantha and then laid with a Zelton. You are /super/ cool, Booty." Flick. Her own bone goes flying towards the Jawa, an assortment, not unlike Sajins' collection, lain around them.
Kasia is here too, oh yes she is, there is free food, and drinks, and she has to feed enough people to understand the value of free food like this. She's got a steak, and some grilled veggies, and a few other items all stacked up on one plate, looking like she fully intends on devouring all of it. She's no slight thing, gotta work to keep dem curves. And by work, I mean eat food and continue to hate things like running. She lifts a napkin to wipe her mouth and then reaches for a drink, something colorful and strongly alcoholic. It's gonna be a good night.
"'m thinkin' bout thos beans," slurs Ryo Odessa, professional pre-gamer. Is glitterstim and half a bottle of Bespin Reserve overkill for a Harvest Day celebration pre-game? Probably. Does Ryo care? Not one iota. "How...how many different kinds of beans do you think there are?" the Festian asks the Trandoshan that's standing next to him in line. The Trandoshan just grunts in reply.
Ryo's space styrofoam plate is loaded up with a scoop of bean dip and some chips before he moves on to grab a drumstick or two.
Now that the party is well underway, a wizened old Yarkora woman emerges from the periphery, coming out of the back with a giant vat of liquid being trundled in behind her by her Besalisk assistant, his mighty wattle quivering from the weight as he sets it down with a slosh. The Yorkora wisewoman climbs up on a bench and claps her gnarled hands together three times for silence. Will she get it? Either way, she raises her voice to speak.
"Thank you all for coming! The Harvest Day Festival is a yearly tradition on Taanab dating back thousands of years and we honor it today with your presence. Please eat and make yourselves merry, for tomorrow, you die!" A crazed light comes into her eye, and a stunned silence follows before it warms back to its kindly glow and she lets loose a dry cackle. "Just pulling your legs, you young folk take everything so seriously since planets started exploding again. When I was a girl we just shrugged it off." A bony finger points towards the tub where the Besalisk is still hulking over it. "Now! We have another Taanab tradition and it's very bad luck not to participate. Bobbing for Bofa! Who will be first to catch one?!" Bofa, it seems, are the round magenta fruit bobbling around on the surface of the water.
Sajin finishes his las drumstick and tosses the bone into his pile. Going for another sip of Jaffa juice he notices that hes out. So he stands as the announcemnt comes to get more drink. He listens as he fills his cup, raising an eyebrow at the joke before moving over to Siha's table, taking a seat. "Mmmm I cant wait to get my teeth into some steakies, aye Siha." He nods to the Jawa, "Whos your fried?" He asks before noticing Kasia and giving a wave to her.
Nia is joined at her table by another, but she doesn't give it much thought, the dying tomorrow makes her look wide eyed for a moment for sure. She then looks up and gives a smile to those joining her, "Hello." the Corellian intones politely as she lets others join to. A few looking at her work. There's a few that she talks to and there's a shake of her head, "Oh, no, I couldn't possibly." she declines the offer to go and bob for Bofa. She's not going to embarrass herself in public and possibly drown herself in a tub.
Siha Archer looks up as Sajin joins the table, though she and Booty are on the floor, "Always gotta be showing me up with your fancy royal manners, Saj .." Siha says grousingly though the smile that played on her lips never wavered. Hands would press to her knees to help her out of her crouch, joints and bones all aching and creaking as she does so, only thye barest of grimaces disturbing that smile, "Never been much of a steak lover myself ..wings ..mushrooms ..pie .." Said with a wiggle of her head from side to side, gaze drifting around then down between her feet, a quick scoop down to drag up her mug of cider from off the floor and up so she can drink of it, "Hmmm?" Asked as Saj asks after her friend, the woman turning her head and looking behind/down her to the Jawa who erupts into a series of expletives and annoyances, "No, no ..he didn't say /fried/, Booty, he said /friend/. He knows you're not food."
Looking back to Sajin she snorts, head shaking, "He's Booty and ...I think a challenge is calling my name." SMACK. Down goes the mug and there goes Siha, strutting her thin wiry and not at all curvy body over to the tub, hands wiping down off on her hips as she gets her body ready, "I don't have the usual prowess of good mouth bobbers but ..I'll give 'er a go." Yes, cidered up, feeling good, she'll grip the tub and lean in to begin trying to snag her teeth on a bofa.
Behind her Booty had dutifully followed, and not understanding what's going on he wants a good view. So up Siha's muscled booty he'll climb, onto her back and then POFF onto her shoulders to look at what the things are, 'Sweetie-Seesaw, what dem pink things? OH THEY CANDY, GIVE ME ONE.' RAH! Down Siha goes, face plummeted beneath the water, bofa floating around her head as she's forced partially forwards up to her waist into the tub, feet kicking in behind her as Booty tries to use Siha's shoulders and head as a safety platform so he can grab a fruit. One of his gloved hands tangles in her wild curls allowing his other hand to YANK, pluck a fruit up, a bouncing backwards hop done off Siha and onto the floor as he begins munching in a shuffle off, 'Thankee sweetie-Seesaw.'
SPLASH, SPLUT, GASSSSSSP. Siha's able to grab the edges of the tub and FLING herself backwards, hair arcing in what could be described as sexy if Siha was ever able to be such things, water running down her face in torrents as she gaspingly staggers away from the tub, quite intent on finding herself a Jawa to quarter and eat alive. Drip. Drip. Seethe.
Kasia's face stuffing (in the most polite and ladylike way that one can stuff their face) slows down to a veritable stop as the old woman begins to speak. She washes down the last bite with that alcoholic drink of hers and then turns to watch the woman, and it's in the turning that she spots Sajin and Siha. A hand lifts to offer them a wave, and then her focus moves on, first to the older lady, and then to the fruit connected to the Tanaab tradition. "Well, we wouldn't want bad luck, would we?" She wipes her mouth with her napkin and gets to her feet, heading barrel, or bucket, whatever it is holding the fruit. One hand sweeps back her hair, holding it back as she leans forward, other hand pressing against the top of her dress to prevent it from dipping in the water as well. The first try results more in her dipping her nose in the water, sputtering a bit, and missing the fruit entirely. The the second try is more careful, and she manages to catch the magenta fruit in her teeth, a victorious sound made as she straightens, only a few trickles of water rolling down her face and the front of her dress. The hair holding hand lets go to grab the fruit instead, and she grins. "Looks like I won't be having bad luck this year!" Dream on, Kasia. Dream on.
Setting his plate aside, Ryo's eyes widen, "Bofa..." His mouth is practically watering, but that's probably just his salivary glands working overtime because of all the drugs. He smacks his lips a few times and wanders over to the object of his current desire. Cracking his knuckles he rests his hands on either side of the bobbing tub and steadies himself for a moment. He takes a deep breath before just jamming his head in the water, splashing it everywhere. And there he sits for a little while, like someone who's walked into a room and then instantly forgotten why he walked into that room.
A few more seconds go by and he pulls his head out of the water, sputtering and coughing as he runs a hand back through his hair in an attempt to settle it down. He slaps himself across the face a few good times and looks down into the tub, considering. Following this, he just snatches one of the bofa fruits out of the water and takes a chomp out of it. Gagging for a moment, he spits the bite out and tosses the fruit aside, wandering back to wherever it is he sat his plate, offering a dazed wave to Kasia.
By the time that Ryo has made his attempt, a number of the locals have also joined in while the old woman drones to one concerned mother that "It's perfectly safe, the water is antimicrobial, no one has ever gotten sick, you worry too much, look, you're getting grey hair like mine, there's one and there's another, the stress, no good for you, dear, no good."
Corr has been working the grill with all the seriousness of an executioner, but at the mention of 'bad luck' he stands up a little straighter and takes notice, every superstitious bone in his body telling him that this is something Important. "I don't put much stock in higher powers but... I don't tempt fate." Setting his tongs aside, he works his way around the grill, heads straight for the bobbing tub, and plunges his head in, rough hands clamped down on the edge. It takes one, two, three tries, but the explorer comes up with a bofa, and not knowing what else to do with it, wanders lamely back to the grill, still holding the thing in his hand. Corr, everyone.
That's when the door slams open and a cluster of heavily-armed Krish, tattooed from head to toe, brimming with weaponry, come stomping inside. "WHERE PARTY?" the largest of them demands, turning his blaster on Sajin. "WE TAKE HARVEST NOW! WE NO PLANT. ONLY HARVEST!" The others level their weapons on revelers seemingly at random, all of them looking bloodthirsty, trigger-happy, and not too bright.
Sajin frowns as he watches Siha having been cheering for her. "Noooo, Booty!" Though when the gang comes in training blasters on him and others Sajin just reacts having had a few rough experiances in the past from not acting fast enough. Womp womp. One bolt goes wide while the other hits true to its mark on the big guy. Sajin then stands his helmet engaging just as he chews the last of one more drumstick.
Nia's discussing cartography and having a bit of a laugh over something at her table. But when the gang comes in there's a few reactions. A blaster going off leads her to believe that 'hey, that's going to be a fine idea!'. So her little stow away blaster is untucked from her boot and she fires it, but she ends up tipping herself backwards in the chair she was in with the force of the weapon. "Whew! That's got kick!" the woman laughs.
'NUUUUU SWEETIE-SEESAW, I SORRY, I SO HAPPY WITH FROOT THO, THANK YOU SWEETIE-SEESAW.' That is Booty screeching in Jawaese, fruit in one hand, a bite taken here and there as he frantically runs around and beneath tables, sweeping around people's feet as he lets out a high pitched squeal in between nomnomnoming bites. The froot. It gud. It ripe. It taste all right. His little booted feet kick up high and true, leading Siah in and around the room, "Hey Kas-" Siha greets as she sweets by Kasie, "Good-" Huff, twist, foot plant, swing, "-Job. On. The Bofa." Down she drops onto a knee and she'll skid beneath a table, Booty still too fast and way too lucky that the group of Krish walk in, the big hulks leveling weapons and catching the woman's eye from beneath the table.
'EEEEEEE. NO SWEETIE-SEESAW, DO NOT SHOOT ME!' Sword won't work in this situation and in her position, so she reaches to her right hip to snag off her weapon, bringing the ugly blocky weapon to bear, "HEY SAJ. MOVE THAT BUTT." Because she's aiming at his dude with one shot which jusssssst misses, then swings her gun, okay, nudges it, snapping off a second shot at another dude, trying to spread the love, "NO HARVEST, ONLY PARTY, C'MON GUYS." She calls out, left hand flat on the floor as she remains crouched beneath the table, Booty showing up at her sigh with a breathless hug to her arm rooting her to the floor, 'Sweetie-Seesaw has SAVED ME. Here, bite, you be earning much sweeties.' And around the half-eaten bofa fruit is brought, hovering in front of the sopping Siha who side-eyes the Jawa, though a relenting nibble is taken of the froot. Okay. They friends again.
Kasia carries her fruit with her too, because she's not sure what to do with it, but pretty sure dropping it back into the water isn't the correct answer. The fruit is set down beside her plate as she settles back into her seat, juuuuuust about to tuck into her food again when the door swings open, and the harvesters roll in. "Oh come on now, this is a party," she tries to reason, but there are already blaster bolts flying before she gets that much out. The plate, and tasty, tasty food is abandoned as she grabs her bag, and pulls a blaster from within it while sliding around the table and ducking down to get as much cover as she can.
"FRIENDS! Scholars! Gentlemen! Must we /fight/!?" cries Ryo, tugging a few buttons of his synth silk button up open. Is it getting hot in here? No? The drugs, then. "It's...it's like a sauna. Gah, I hate this," he says, groaning loudly. Like a sneaky-boi, Ryo tips a whole vial of glitterstim into the keg, the first part of his master plan. "Brave mercenaries! Big, beautiful, armor-clad ruffians! Turn your weary eyes...to /this/!" he shouts, whipping his hands toward the keg. "Truly, a hard day's slaying and raping calls for a big ol' mug of..." he looks at the keg. "Cider."
He exhales a sigh. "Really? Kriff me..."
"I TOLD YOU IT WAS BAD LUCK NOT TO PARTICIPATE!" the old Yorkora woman cries in her thin, reedy voice, eyes wide with alarm and thinly veiled aggression as the marauders make their way inside and blasterfire quickly starts zipping around. "We're not giving you anything! You didn't come in the Spirit of the Harvest!" She's a plucky old bird.
Corr, at the grill, isn't really dressed for repelling invaders, but it doesn't stop him from grabbing his blaster out and taking part in the exchange, the weapon barking out two sharp reports that do a whole lot of nothing. "It was free!" he protests, ducking behind the grill. "Free!" Free being the magic word, right?
"HARV-gahhh!" The leader is shot straight in the chest by Sajin, which leads the others to bellow in protest and turn their weapons on the assembled partiers. One errant shot burns into the ceiling, and with a groan, the section gives way, and a bathtub comes crashing through from a room above to land on Parthenia's leg. At least she didn't drown in the tub earlier, right? RIGHT?
Sajin is a bringer of death when he puts that grey helmet on and the boomstick comes out. As the bolt screams past him from the Big Leader who he staggered with his first round, The power armor wearing Hapan looms and stalks forward aiming down and pulling the trigger once more to finish his enemy. He turns his heaf and finds his next target, one the others seem to be having trouble with. He squeezes the trigger once more as his muzzel turns.
Nia's not laughing anymore when the tub lands on her leg. There's a very shrill screech and then silence from the woman because she's trying to get her aim back or what she has of an aim. She's not a gun fighter really. She manages to shoot a hole in the side of one of the cans on the table and she gives a frown, "Damn it I thought we were working through this, Nia." she mutters to herself as she pushes the tub off of her leg.
Siha Archer is not as adept as the others after she's SHOT by one of those jerks, getting hit in the left leg in her thigh, the blaster wound cauterizing itself but it still hurts like a son of a bitch. She lets out a hissing grunt, Booty darting in behind her to use her as a shield, Siha chewing the last bit of Bofa in her mouth as she tries to shoot out again at the main guy. PEW PEW. Both shots miss, grey eyes of the woman closing briefly as she forces herself to slide out from beneath the table, 'Nooooo, sweetie-Seesaw, don't go, let the dumb one's fight! You stay!' Tug, tug.
Kasia offers a real belated, "Thanks," to Siha on the matter of conquering fruit, shooting a sidelong look over at the hardcore Mando lady. "Good job on showing the water who was boss?" She's still ducked down behind the table, but she leans out a little and catches a glimpse of one of the guys trying to take food that doesn't belong to them. She squints one eye slightly, takes aim, and gently squeezes the trigger. It's only one shot, but it hits the intended target, it hits him good. She doesn't lean out for long to get a real good look at her handy work, ducking back behind the table again after a few moments. "SO," she hollers, trying to be heard above the noise of fearful (or defiant) people, and fighting. "Seems like a good time for you all to go back where you came from? Maybe learn to grow something yourself instead?"
It's really hard to diffuse a situation after shots have been fired. Ryo's seen enough proceedural crime dramas to know that much. He breathes a long sigh and begins stumbling toward the mercenaries, wailing and waving his arms around in distress, "Oh! The humanity! Oh! The...the krishanity! Someone save me!" He feigns falling into the arms of one of the mercs, hand held against his forehead and everything. The big baddie grumbles and shoves him away, leading him to collide into the next bad guy in line. "Oof!" Ryo vocalizes, before spinning and falling to the ground and holding a hand up to the recently-bumped alien. "My apologies," he says, before standing back up and letting out a shrill whistle, backing up and waving around the two ammo cells he just managed to swipe. "You might want to listen to the lady," he says, jerking a thumb towards Kasia.
While more of their companions go down, taken out by the partiers' quick gunplay, two of the Krish turn to return fire, only to have their weapons suddenly go dry, and after a brief fumble for ammo, none seems to remain anywhere on their personages... almost as if it's been STOLEN by the light fingers of a certain Ryo Odessa. The two confer with each other about what to do, a phrase which here means "stare into each other's eyes before roaring in mutual rage and running towards the keg of cider." Two pairs of Krish hands fall on the massive, narcotics-laden keg, and tip it in the direction of Sajin, Death Dealer #1.
The resultant tidal wave of cider, laced through with spice, is nearly impossible to avoid, and drenches the already-grease-stained Hapan in alcohol and illicit stimulants. "WE HARVEST!" the pair yell, while the last of their living comrades raises his gun to take a potshot at Ryo, the smooth-talker that in some portion of his dimwitted brain he believes must be responsible.
Glorius king of Drik, friend to King Grom his magesty of FALE and might honorable Janitor of Defiance as Employee of the Month. Pride may be a sin in some religions and if it was one in the galaxy then Karma was comming to bare. Sajin dosn't even try to get out of the way of the deluge as the cider pours all over him. THe fumes sting his eyes and he starts getting that feeling again. Like that one he had back on Nar when they went and freed all the animals at the pet store. "Such... what?" He looks over to Siha who's injured. "Sihnana... nooo... why you do dis?" And then he gets Angry at the two who poured the keg on him. "WHY YOU DO DIS?" A high Hapan must be an angrey hapan because what ever intelligence he had before, it's gone right out the window and he's regressed to caveman speak. A trail of hair, yes, hair from his head floats past as it detatches it's self. The solution of the spice so acrid that it's eaten through some of his helmet and amror and entered him like the creepy date on prom night. He barrels towards the two responsible and fires his blaster. One somehow hits as he screams with drug addiled rage.
Nia's found herself backed into a corner and the Cartographer is a bit of a mess at the moment as Spice spiked Cider rushes everywhere. There's a bit of a moment that she takes to look around, "I can't feel my toes..." she whispers to the wall. Or well, there's someone standing there. Then she feels a few strands of her hair fall out and the woman pales more than she already is. "What the hell is going on?!" she shakes the person next to her with her free hand. No, someone's never had experiences with drugs. This is definitely the bad time for it to happen.
PEW. PEW. As the cider washes down after being tossed Siha will snort softly, limping her way forwards through the wave, the stuff helping her leg. YOU HEAR THAT?! THE TUB HAS BLESSED HER WITH A NUMBED WOUND, "Whoa, what?" One shot off, then a second, Siha's eyes widening a little as she eyeballs Sajin, one of her shots hitting, the other slapping into a nearby table of food, drumsticks flying up, extra crispy now. And soggy, as the drug rigged cider wrecks everything. Or enhances it. Depends on your viewpoint, "Oh yeah, girl, you're gonna wanna plant your arse on a chair to keep yourself upright, I can feel the familiar tingle, this stuff can hit hard!" That to Nia as Siha glances down to her gun to count how many shots she has left, "SAJMIJAJ. Do /not/ make me drag yer ass outta here again!" A low warning, Siha giving her gun a gentle smack, readying it to go again.
Kasia scrambles back from the wave of spice laden liquid as best she can, mostly to avoid getting her dress and shoes soaked in the stuff, but also so she doesn't end up addicted to spice. She manages to find 'cover' behind another table, and the chairs that are around it, which mostly helps to hide her from view than protects her from attacks. Taking what she can get here, ok. This puts her not too far from Parthenia, who she hears whimpering about being high, which fair, this isn't the best time for a first trip. Gonna be a bad trip, sorry. "Hey, hey, it's alright," she says in as soothing a voice as she can, glancing over at her while also trying to get sights on one of the guys who ruined her feast. "Just take a deep breath and think about happy things, right? Like... flowers, and candy, and the beach?" She lines up a shot, firing off first shot, which goes wide and just burns a hole in a wall, and then a second which hits.
"Oh, that's not good," Ryo remarks to himself as he sees the drug-filled liquid spilling all over Sajin. He makes no effort to help him, of course, but only because /he's being shot at/. "Hey! Jerk!" Ryo shouts at the Krish who just loosed a bolt in his direction. "Listen here, I came here to do a lot of drugs and eat grotesquely large chunks of grilled meat, not get-wait a minute," he looks over just in time to scramble onto a table and avoid any of the cider splash. He slips his D.D.C. Defender out of his waistband and looks over to the group of PCs, holding his blaster out to the side and firing wildly, "There's drugs in the cider!? Who could have done this!?"
"IT ALL LITTLE MAN'S FAULT," Grot, one of the Krish, cries out, turning his blaster and firing at Ryo, the scapegoat of the evening, while Corr pops up from behind the grill to blow a hole clear through the head of his compatriot.
"There's only one left, take him down and let's get back to the steaks! ...they're gonna be cold," the explorer realizes, and the bum in his voice over this hard to miss. "Not overcooked though. I made sure of that," he continues, muttering to himself now, "nothing worse'n an overcooked steak." What about being drugged with spice against your will?
"KILL LITTLE MAN!" Grot yells again, even though Ryo is not that little, but the burning wound and probably some of that spice are clouding what is admittedly a very dull little brain.
At least Sajin dosn't have a murder boner this time... or does he? Hard to tell under that armor. "NAUGHHHHHH!" He screams as he hurdles towards GROT and blasts him into Oblivion with one last shot. The Hapan then stands there, breathing heavily before falling to his knees. "Sihnanan, SIHNANAMAJIBOOO! Get... ORI. She make better..." And then the big, handsome, drug riddle Hapan falls face first, ass up onto the ground and starts to snore loudly.
"Who...who would even have the gall to do something so controversial yet so brave as to-AUGH!!" yells Ryo as he catches a blaster bolt to the arm and falls down to land on the table, sending a platter of definitely not overcooked steaks clattering to the spice-flooded floor.
Nia's looking a bit wide eyed and definitely scared. There's little tapping motions at the tip of her boot, to make sure her toes are indeed still there. She gives a look to Kasia and there's a nod to her, "Trying." she takes a breath in. But there's a look to Ryo as he jumps up on the table and the drug comment, "What's up with all the drugs this week?" she asks as she aims a shakey blaster at the last guy. But Sajin kills him pretty quickly. The blaster is tucked back into her boot and then she reaches up with both hands and starts to worry at her hand, "It's all going to fall out isn't it...Sorry." she whispers.
"Seriously, Corr, you farkin' beige dust mote, I thought your party was gonna be lame, and boring, so I wasn't gonna come-" So says Siha who is already trotting towards Sajin, leg numbed by the drugs, a Jawa on her heels squeaking and jabbering away at her, "Okay, okay - uh. C'mon." Crouching down she'll reach an arm out to allow Booty to hop into her arms, moving to clambor up her body to settle on her shoulders for a ride, "-But Corr, who KNEW you'd throw something with everything I love." Drugs, booze, fighting and drumsticks. Wings would have been better, but whatever. She's too stoked to care. With a big wide grin on her dopey arsed face she will move then to crouch again and Grab Sajin by one of his boots, "Yeah you bet I'mma get freaking Ori, she owes my arse, you owe my arse, ya'll owe my arse ..." Mutter mutter. His laces are tied together with one hand after she drops the foot over his other foot, crossing his ankles. So now when she drags him to her ship like a cavewoman laying claim to a mate, she won't be hasslin' with an errant leg going this way and that.
Well, that's done with, Kasia watches as the last man is shot, lowering her own weapon and stepping out of cover, her own shoes a bit soggy from the flood but not too bad. "It'll be okay... miss," she assures Parthenia, giving her a reassuring smile, then looks around to Corr. "This one is definitely going to need a ride home if she came on her own," she thumbs in Parthenia's direction. She shoots Siha an amused look. "Would have been better if I could have finished my food before the shooting started, but it was still pretty good."
"NO!" Corr cries out in terror as the steaks fall to the floor with a clatter, and suddenly goes silent. Crestfallen would be an understatement. "I'll... I'll make sure she gets home alright," he assures Kasia, looking around for a moment before he even figures out where the voice is coming from. He had a moment there, give him a break. "Just uh. Gimme a second here." The steaks are in the spice-cider. They're gone. Swallowing manfully, he rises to his feet, looking around at what's left of the party. "...well, uh. Happy Harvest Day." The locals stare at him as though he's grown a second head. "Help yourselves to uh. What ain't tainted. See you next year!"
Probably not.
