Log:Explorer's Guild: Haunting of Arawynne Place

Explorer's Guild: Haunting of Arawynne Place

OOC Date: February 14, 2019
Location: Datar
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Netep Muri, Sajin, Jehni'va Cihn, and Siha Archer with Special Guest Stars Kasia Ashkuri, David Ironside, and Merek

DATAR

The Ghostling homeworld is a primitive place. These simple, elegant people have made a life for themselves in the trees for thousands of years, evading slavers and pirates through traps and other mechanisms, and it's evident in the way they build. The homes are modest, nest-like, made from natural materials woven skillfully together.

The Explorer's Guild and its contractors have spent the day roaming over the countryside, wearing weighted boots provided by their tour guides, enjoying the many pleasant views and generally having a nice time.

That's all finished now, and the last stop on the list is the local inn, Arawynne Place, to enjoy a quiet night of Ghostling hospitality. The low gravity of the world has everyone on their toes, as it were, inside the cozy inn, and even those wearing armor and other gear will find their footsteps are light and bouncy.

"I figure, most all of these jobs have been pretty rough," Corr is saying to the bartender at a low, rough-hewn bar in the common area where everyone is relaxing, the Ghostling's hair floating around her head like a cloud. "Bout time I took 'em out just to see somethin', you know? Everyone have a nice time?" He looks around the homey space at the others, while rain spatters up against the windows.

Kasia has been to explore parties before, she's up on how it goes, and thus for this end of the evening relaxing time out, she's still wearing armor. She also has a weapon on her hip, and a bag with the strap slung across her body. She is relaxing though, weighted boots resting on the floor as she sips at a drink, something brightly colored and fruity. "I am going to sleep so well tonight after all of that walking. I also think I have a blister." Who is she talking to? Whoever is sitting near her. It's great conversation happening over here in Ashkuri corner.

Merek has taken his time to freshen up when the Explorers come back to the Inn. He switches out his attire once he's packed up his armors, then he makes his way back into the main room. He has on his street wear which is a modern fashion, while he checks his bracer computer, which is just his datapad modified. He finds a place to settle in while he takes a drink of some water which he ordered up. He looks to the others, "Not a conventional planet, but... It's nice."

David just barely doesn't bounce into the bar, for once not wearing his usual smuggler-lite outfit with the cool jacket and such, but armored up like a soldier. Or at least, a soldier from the past. Helmet under one arm, he steps in and joins Corr at the bar, stomping around in those weighted boots that keep him from bouncing all over the place. "So is this how it usually goes? We look around for a bit and then go 'oh well' and it's off to the bar?" When he takes his seat, he unslings a pike from his back and holds it with the bottom end on the floor. Kasia gets a grin and a wave. "I've missed walking more than a little bit at a time, not gonna lie." He's conspicuously quiet when Merek pipes up.

It's apparent that Jehni'va Cihn has, indeed, had a nice time. She is still chewing on a soft pastry that she bought off someone on the way back, and is dressed casually, happy to be out of the desert gear that Tatooine deems necessary. She has donned a flowy, orange tunic over purple pants, and because of the peaceful nature of the event she didn't even bother to holster her pistol through her belt! Peaceful, easy, breezy - nothing could possibly go wrong, and this firm belief is reflected in those soft, dumb, trusting eyes of hers. "It really is lovely here." The pilot agrees, her voice muffled by the gobs of pastry, as she drops down at the bar beside Corr, David, and Kasia. "Once you get past the feel like you're 'bout to float off into space - but even that's kinda nice. Good for the back or... Something." She shrugs and uses an index finger to gently push the last wedge of pastry into her mouth. "Didn' iffin bring a b'astur." She replies to Kasia, her mouth disturbingly full. Gross, Jehn. Jehn is gross and they brought her to a civilized place.

"I don't get it..." Sajin says through his armor, disengaging the helmet on the formfitter armor he always wore on the excursions with the Explorers Guild. "It pours rain, I chafe. It's dry as a pone like Tat and I chafe. Can't I just not chafe... uhg." Craning his neck, the pretty Hapan reaches down and pulls off a bootie. There's a loud sucking sound as it comes apart. He turns it over and several bits of water splash onto the floor. He groans, wiggling his toes. "I think the waders had holes in them..."

Siha Archer has been ~miserable~ this entire time, tromping about a Ghostling countryside with those weighted boots worn beneath her snakeskin robes, weapons belt placed on her hips, the sword and blaster having gone /untouched/ all day save for stolen touches in a keening sort of way. And yet nothing happened. Siha for some reason is actually dressed up today, hair braided all fancy in multiple braids, khol lining on her eyes, though that's dragged down to give her a sort of racoon eye look. Her robes, which have been tailored to her body, float gently around her feet, writhing as if alive along her body, scales rippling in a multitude of colors. She has elbowed her way to the bar, leaning on said elbows as she slants a grey-eyed look to Corr, snorting, "Why you whisperin' about us, Waldin. You embarassed we're gonna hear that you run us ragged like your work bantha, eh?" Drawled out, Siha jutting her hips back as she says loudly:

"I don't come for the bloody scenery and ape-er-teefs, Waldin. You're buying my drinks to compensate for wasting. My. Time." Slap her hands go to the bartop. A look to the Ghostling Bar Lady, "I would love something potent and brash, enough to rip my throat raw and make me feel like I've made a difference on this gentle town." An exhale as she considers where they are, "Or ..whatever fancy weird tea 'alcohol' you have, make it like a bucket, just pour a bunch in a bucket." Gosh, she's so lovely. Head swings around as she's nice and close at the bar to where Kas and Jehn are, "Ugh, you two. So civilized. If I didn't love you so much Kas I'd be disgusted."

"Well, you certainly picked a nice time of year to visit us here," the Ghostling answers Corr in a musical voice, her skin glowing softly like the walls of this cozy inn. So inviting, so warm, so soft after a long day of exploration and sightseeing.

"Most of our jobs ain't like this at all, no," Corr replies to David, shaking his head. "By now we're usually all shot, bit, or clawed to hell, with three infectious diseases split between us." Exaggeration, or the gospel truth?!

"Sounds frightful," the tender volunteers, toweling down a glass and setting it aside. "You'll find nothing like that here. This is a quiet place. A place for travelers to rest." Her hair follows her movements, but delayed, lead about through the air by her head. "Rest is /so very important./" The tone of her voice is very serious on that last bit before shifting back into a smile. When Siha mentions drinks, an ethereal finger points out a row of glasses that she's just finished assembling, and a bottle is pulled out, running down the line to pour some into each vessel. "Please, to thank you for staying with us, a round on the house. We get so few visitors of late."

Not one to question hospitality, Corr takes up one of the glasses and sips at it. "That's real nice. Uh, let's all be courteous to the hostess. I'll get your next round too, Archer."

"I brought one, but that's because every time I fail to bring a blaster, I need it and end up having to hide and hope I don't get shot. Not this time," Kasia states firmly, casting a slightly squinty eyed, suspicious look around. That look brings her gaze around to Siha, who gets a sudden grin. "I'm civilized until I need to be uncivilized. It's what works for me. Besides, someone in our little family has to be." Free drinks are put out and she swivels around in her seat to eye them for a moment, then reaches out to take one whenever they're offered. "This place isn't so bad, Hex will be sad he missed it." He probably won't be, there wasn't enough being mauled by beasts for his taste.

Merek relaxes back at his seat, while he looks to Siha, "How's work been?" he asks conversationally, while he lifts his drink of water towards the woman, then he turns his attention to Corr, "We find what we're looking for?" He doesn't seem to notice any one else noting his presence, so he seems to content with looking to the hostess, while he offers a cheshire smile, "You Ghostlings really are some of the most beautiful things this galaxy has to offer," he tells her.

The man takes a moment to check his computer, while he nods a bit, "I'll take whatever the best on the menu is, actually... Food and drinks for anyone that wants them, on my credits," he says.

David raises his glass. Don't say 'ghostess'. Just don't. "To the hostess, and to Datar." he toasts with a raised glass, not quite leaning off his stool to tap it against the one Corr holds. "Had enough rest for a lifetime over the past couple of.. let's call 'em cycles." He suppresses a yawn. "Rest, but not sleep, apparently." He knows most people here in some way, but being out and about with them is new nonetheless.

Netep's been having a grand time with the effects of low gravity. In fact....this may not be her first time here. The little nomad's shed her usually mission-practical attire for something light and airy and for maybe the third time in all her existence, the meaningful bits of junk in her hair are OUT of said hair and tucked into a leather pouch 'round her neck, beneath her shirt, like a proper osma. The end result is that she's got a massive, blue 'halo' of curls. Like a right thundercloud following her about.

Where she's been for the last long while? Probably admiring the view(s)...but not touching! No murdering hands here. "Sounds like I came inside just at the right time..." she mmmms contently, ears perked to the sound of the barmaid's offering.

As Siha directs her ire in her own and Kasia's direction, Jehni'va turns, one cheek distended by the remainder of her snack. She blinks owlishly as she swallows. "Civilized?" She repeats, head tilting. "I... Thanks?" She hasn't heard that one before, and her face splits into a grin, despite the Mandalorian's tone. "I took a bath this morning, one with real water. Gods, the places I find sand these days - y'know?" She blows a raspberry sound before turning to face the 'tender. "One for me as well, aye? But, er, n-normal. Normal sized." She holds her hands up, palms facing each other, close together, just to accentuate this request. "Normal sized." But their ghostess - dammit, David - /hostess/ has it covered. She raises her glass with the others in a toast before she drinks.

Sajin is at a table just next to the Bar where the others are. He need a place to lay out his gear and let it dry. His poor bowcaster was soaked though, being made by the fine native species of Kasshyyk it was likely some sort of waterproofed. Meanwhile he's detaching that other bootie with an even louder sucking sound and water pours from that one as well. "I really should get this thing resealed." He stands then and moves over to the bar to grab the Ale he had ordered. "Thanks..." He raises the bottle in a toast before waddling back to his seat, putting his feet up on one of the unoccupied chairs. He wiggles his bare feet. Yes, they smell.

His head lifts back after he takes the first refreshing sip of that ale, a sound of satisfaction passing between his plush lips. He closes his eyes and just mellows, man.

"I can't handle this place sober ..." Siha grouses, mainly to herself as she folds forearms down atop the bartop, backside still jutted out as she listens to that musical voice and eyes the ethereal lady, Merek's words to her gaining him a swivel of her head to stare at the man for a long moment, "I can't handle you sober." But then Merek offers drinks and food on his own dime and Siha will slap the bar, "YES. That is how you win my favor, lady - " Siha promptly looks back to the Ghostling, "Please keep the drinks flowing. Like, don't even let me breathe--" Catching Kasia's words Siha will laugh a throaty sort of laugh, head shaking as she turns 'round to lean back onto the bar now, grinning back at Kas.

"Darling Kas, when you are at your most uncivilized is when I pray for your husbands untimely death so I can sweep in. But you have a point, you are the sane in a decidely insane." With all of the sincerity she can manage, and when Jehn shares her efforts, Siha softly, but appreciatevly grunts, "So much better a woman than I." Briefly she sticks her own tongue out, winking soon after. Because she loves these women. Especially after their last few encounters together. One of those glasses is nudged against her elbow, a gentle prodding sort of thing, and Siha half-turns around to snag the glass up, winking over her shoulder, "You keep these drinks coming and I'll love you, too." Said to the hostess, Siha relaxing back in against the bar, robes still dancing and writhing around her body, "Damn straight you will, Waldin." A moment before she tosses her drink back, sucking it back in one gulp, deep sniff following, "This'll have to do."

Siha's request for the strongest liquor Datar can make has the hostess snapping her fingers as if remembering something, only for a Ghostling, it's more like 'tapping' her fingers. She taps the ends of two fingers to the tip of her thumb. "Ah, miss, your request. Just a moment, please," and floating on delicate bare feet, she wafts towards a door that presumably leads to a storeroom.

When she steps through, the door closes behind her with a soft thunk that almost sounds like a lock sliding home.

"Huh. Wonder why she closed the door," Corr wonders guilelessly, frowning at the closed (locked?) portal.

Immediately after, there's another thunk from the door in the front, and around the room, a rattling at the windows. More frowning from Corr. But, he's also feeling a little woozy here, a little off-kilter. "Somethin' ain't right."

"I DO know," Kasia's tone is really serious when they talk about sand problems, because she feels that right into the deepest parts of her soul. She feels it, man. Just like the sand. She pauses for a sip of this mystery drink, eclipsing her mouth for a moment behind the glass, which is revealed again in a broad grin for Siha. "I will keep you in mind should Hex ever have an unfortunate accident." They'd be the powerest of power couples. Things slide into place, but it's not until the second thunk that she sits up a little straighter, seeming to get a sense that something is off. "Yeah," she says to the group in general. "Yeah, this is why I kept this on." A gesture to her armor, and then that gesturing hand shifts to her weapon, gaze sweeping around and coming to a stop on the windows. "They're covering the windows with something too. A net, or something. This is definitely a trap, and we're all sitting in it."

Merek watches as the ghostling moves to the door, then he allows his gaze to move towards the windows while he lifts his brow a bit. "What?" he asks aside, as he doesn't seem to feel much if anything about what the others are talking about. He does take a hand to his holster so that he can draw his weapon, and nods then to Kasia, "Right," he says, while he stands up. He looks also to Siha, and to some of the others, "All of you are armed, in case?"

David chuckles, goofy grin hanging loosely on his lips. "Yeah, man. Don't leave home without my blaster." he pats said blaster on his hip with a free hand, spinning in his seat. His force pike bends some when his legs smack into it and springs back into rigidity when he lifts it. A squint from the drugged pilot is followed by a point at the windows. "We're in a basket." he states plainly. "Anyone see a way out?" He hops off his stool, pike at the ready to start poking at the nets covering the windows.

"Mm." Netep runs her tongue over her moistened upper lip after the first long swallow of what the 'house' has served up. Her half full (it's an optimistic sort of day!) glass lowers slowly to her side and blue brows twitch thoughtfully together. Corr's hinky feel and the light rattling of windows oblige her to take a not super suspicious but mildly concerned glance around en route to Sajin's table. Maybe she's congested and can't get a whiff of those feet. More scritch-scratch-sliding outside the windows and her pursed lips turn down into a frown. Kasia and David's assessment earn a little nod.

"Yeah, all right. That's not the trees tap-tap-tappin on the panes..." But waste not. Rather than reach for whatever weapon might be stowed away on person or in her little traveller's sack, she finishes off that drink. Best to stay hydrated in stressful situations, after all. Then, without a word to excuse herself, she squints, leans forward, and clambers right over Sajin's bare, nasty feet to come up close at a window and peer through the slats.

"Ironwood," Netep announces, in case anybody's keen on knowing their captors' choice in trapping materials. If she's feeling not quite right, she's doing a darn good job at hiding the intoxicating effects of the house secret ingredient. Maybe she's been conditioning her liver for a second Boozapalooza.

Jehni'va begins to reply to Siha, but her nose wrinkles instead. "Saj, your feet smell really bad." She warns her coworker, one hand raising to float in front of her nose before continuing in her reply. "Siha, it's long been estab - oh, hey Netep - long been established that I have first runs at Kasia if and when Hex beefs it. But if we fought for it, I would definitely lo- er..." The strangeness has settled over her compatriots now, and she frowns. "Is... Locking the bar up a Ghostling custom or...?" She pauses long enough to consider the strange behavior of their host before giving a shrug and dipping back into her drink, unaffected by whatever has muddled the senses of those around her.

She does a lot of drugs, guys.

But, as the glass touches her lips for a second time, Jehni'va Cihn frowns. "You lot have a bug problem here or something?" She asks, nodding to the windows, where that strange netting has appeared, rightfully concerning the others. "Armed? No -" She begins to respond to Marek before Kasia's words truly sink in. "Oh a /trap/ right, yeah. Well." She takes another sip of her drink before she can think better of it before scrambling upright. "Yes, I can see that now." She pats at her waist, devoid of weapons, and sighs before taking her glass in her hand again and smashing it against the bar. "Now I am." She declares, holding the jagged edges away from herself.

Sajin is almost slightly asleep before a loud snore escapes him and he jumps up, startling him self awake. That's when the vertigo hits. "Woah..." He says lowly as he wobbles and leans up against the back of a chair. He squints over towards the windows, seeing the netting starting to cover it. "A basket? A basket? How the hell do you make a basket *hiccup* large enoguh to cover a whole tavern." He wobbles a bit, eye lids heavy and lazy. He leans forwards and reaches out his arm. It flails around hitting hit table a few times before he finally finds his bowcaster. "Siha... Kasia, Jehn... I got HIGH." He whines, starts to sniffle a bit. "I'm so sorry, daddy." He's forgone that warning of his smelly feet though, he's too messed up right now to look into it.

Siha Archer puckers her lips as she lets out a soft whistle towards Kas, eyebrows raising up, "Damn. That ..that is gonna keep me going for the rest of my life. Hope." Grey eyes dance warmly as the alcohol settles in nicely into her skin, "Oh man, I --- I so wrongly doubted this booze. This booze is /amazing/." The ghostling lines up the drinks, so with a slow twist Siha is facing the untouched drinks by the others, completely missing the disappearance of the hostess and the ominous way in which everyone else behaves. Or the worries they air. No, instead she's feeling this booze hard, "Oh, this is like ..one of those tonsil ticklers that Yoska gave me, I LOVE this." Others feel impending doom, Siha feels like she's getting her credits worth with a quality booze. Another glass is lifted up, Siha drawing in a deep breath as she leans her sniffer in to take in a deep breathe, "It has been so long since something has hit me like this in a glass." To Jehn, distractedly, Siha will say, "If she allowed it, I'd share man, I'll take Katundas and /Satundas/, the other days ..I got ..I got killin' to do." Question to whether or not they're armed is ignored; when is Siha NOT armed.

"C'mere baby, come to mummy." Sip. Willingly drinking back more of that liquid while the others begin to suspect something is going on.

With some sort of woven shutters over the windows, Corr takes a few fumbling steps over to try the front door, but while the latch moves, the door doesn't open, and instead he's left jostling the handle uselessly. "...It's locked." Only now does it really sink in that they really were the only patrons inside the inn, and now they are the only people, period.

That's when the lights click out, leaving them in the dark. The only sounds are the dripping of the rain and the occasional smack of a woven barrier against the windows. A small pool of light spills in from a stairway on the far side of the room, opposite the bar.

Kasia had already taken a couple of swallows of that drink, but now that folks are reacting as though they're drugged, she sets the thing down and pushes it away. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor announces her rise to her feet, tentative steps carrying her through the dark as best as she can move in the now darkness. "So I'm thinking they want us to go into the light, but that feels like a bad idea. Don't do what the people hunting you -- or whatever this is -- want you to do." A few more steps are taken, careful movement carrying her right over to that spot where she just said they shouldn't go. "I'm going to check it out." She's been with Hex for too long.

Merek looks as the place turns dark from the lights. He frowns a bit while he walks towards the direction of the pool of light, hands upon weapon, then he nods to Kasia, "Always walk into the obvious set up, because that's how you show them you're smart." To him, at least. The man takes the flank of the woman so he can keep watch with whatever direction she isn't also.

David remains almost entirely motionless until his eyes start making out fuzzy details in the darkness again. He fiddles with his pike until it hums lightly. "Highest setting force pike should do the trick, right?" he muses, letting Merek and Kasia pass as he heads into the other direction. He doesn't announce his intention, but to anyone paying attention to his movement it's clear he's going to attack the window nets.

"Skrag," Netep bumps back away from the window when the lights go out and tries to execute a steady about-face to shuffle her way back to the bar, arms extended with hands brace for impact. Impact with bar, impact with faces, impact with...nothing she can be held accountable for patting in this absence of sight. The little beacon of light that Kasia's gravitating to IS awfully tempting, but Muri is moving what she perceives to be the opposite way, in attempts to retreat to the bar. Because cover. And drugged Sajin has a bowcaster.

"For those of you who'd like a bit more time to consider our options, let's see what else was on tap back here. Siha?" Buddy...strong friend with a sword...there's a hopeful pitch to her voice. At first, Muri's blind trek is a success. Her sense of orientation and careful movements lead her around obstacles without disastrous tumble over chair or toe stomps. It's the second part that causes some difficulties as the clunky boots so kindly provided to them by their guides are terribly awkward when hiking a leg up to scrabble and climb. Blind gropes around for a handhold result in crashing glassware and a lacerated finger, but that's not enough to sway her determination. A clumsy mount is followed by worse slide over the other edge and it's possible that a whole crate of glassware has been victimized. Or worse...bottles.

"Double skrag..." Yeah, it was bottles.

"Right." Jehn agrees, nodding slowly. "Riiiiiight..." But, as has been obvious for some time now, she is happy to follow the trails of trash laid out for her. Holding her makeshift shank out in front of her, the human slinks after Kasia and Marek, her brow furrowed. She is oblivious to David's malicious intent towards the nets, and shakes her head with a soft sigh as they go towards the light - and then there's a crash. "Clog m'pipes." Jehn swears(?) softly as she whips around and fumbles in the direction of all the crish-crashing to reach blindly for Netep. "Alright there? Oooo-" She bends to poke at the objects crunching beneath her boots as she approaches, and gleefully abandons her drinking-glass-shank in favor of one of the bottles that Muri has so kindly smashed for her.

"Oh no, someone turned out the lights. That's not good... whyyyyyyyy." Comes the voice of drunk Sajin. "Where's..." He's feeling around, things on his table are spilling over and onto the ground. He's making a hell of a racket. Suddenly there is a crash and the big Hapan groans. "Owww." He in hails sharply, "SHHHHHH...." Then exhails, "AHHHHHHHHH." And repeats this several times until the light for the stair way comes. "Oh no... mommy is home and I've been a bad boy. Quick... someone throw a grenade in there..."

"Guys ...guys ..." Siha begins in a slow drawl, her body floating within these robes which seem to constrict tighter around her body, looking like one of those senseless jump suits chicks wear that you have to peel off entirely just to take a pee. The clanking of bottles sounds within the darkness, Siha having slipped behind the bar to rob them of the stash, "Just -" Gulp, gulp, gulp, gasp, "Blow a hole in the ceiling, ninety nine percent of the jobs I do are through the roof, because no one protects that shavit. Siha clearly sees no issue with being locked in, "Whaddya want, Muri." Said between more gulps and fizzy pops, "Oh shavit - that's a sauce ... Woop." Then a grunt, "Muri, you're not my type ...and I do not adhere to the 'any port in a storm' idea. Stop groping me." The sound of her sword drawing swooshes in the darkness, " Like, this is not a horrible situation guys, but if you REALLY want out, you either go up-" SNAP, sword is used to cut the top off a bottle, liquid pouring over she and whomever is closest to her. Kasia says she's going to the door though and Siha will sigh heavily, sound of liquid being gulped echoing before shattering glass, Siha having tossed the bottle over her shoulder into the wall, "Okay, Hex won't forgive me if I let Kas go without me. TO THE DOOR. To the light, lets' smash and grab." A soft belch, "You're all wasting a /perfect/ opportunity though to just drink and relax." Her heavy boots clomp through glass and then atop wooden floors, towards that light. Pardon the woman if she bumps into someone, she's a little loopy, "I still say the ceiling is the way to go, but ..Momma Kas." And she's so on board with Momma Kas right now.

The light spilling down from the stairway comes from above, and the stairway itself is a simple affair: a few steps up, then a ninety degree turn to the right, more stairs up. Surely the source of the light is at the top. There's no door in the way of the stairs, as if the cozy atmosphere they'd enjoyed previously has merely moved up a level and is waiting for them there. Corr himself is headed that way at a shamble, the drug in whatever it was hitting him pretty good here. "Let's just go check it out, this is... they're Ghostlings. Basically made-a paper. What're they gonna do, bleed on us?" He's on Siha and Kasia and Jehni'va's heels, leaving the others behind in the dark to do whatever it is they're all doing and heading up to the top.

Those that choose to ascend will find a long, warmly-lit hallway that runs the length of the inn, and obviously there are doors to choose from on either side.

"It's not really that smart," Kasia responds to Merek, glancing back at the man. "But if they want us to go this way, it doesn't hurt-- okay no, it might hurt, but it might be good to see what they have planned." She continues toward the stairs, and that alluring pool of light that's the only source of illumination. She pauses long enough to glance back at Siha, grinning again, even if it's barely seen because her face is mostly cast in shadow. "If this goes bad, the roof might be a good option, we'll keep that in the back pocket if this goes to the pits." A tentative foot touches a stair, cringing a little as it creaks, half expecting another net to drop, or something to explode. When neither happens, she continues up the stairs at the same cautious pace, until she's all the way at the top. "Hey!" Caution is abandoned as she bolts down the hallway, toward one of the furthest doors on the left side. "I saw you! I know you're fragile, if you stop whatever this is I won't murder you slowly with gentle caresses!"

Once Merek's at the hall with the others, he looks to the side, "It's the door on the left at the other side of the hall," he tells them, while he walks to follow with Kasia, though he mostly keeps to his walking while he listens to the rain upon the Inn.

"You and me, ironwood. Ironwood versus Ironside." David mutters to himself, psyching himself up for the mother of all swings. Standing at attention, David takes one hand briefly off his pike to gesture the others backwards. He's definitely gesturing in the darkness, but he adds "Stand back, guys." before letting loose with a huuuuuge swing that cuts through some of the ironwood shutters before the pike comes to rest amidst some jagged transparisteel shards in the windowframe.

"Who said anything about 'port'!? I was hoping you'd make a fine, strong stanchion to hide behind." Muri rebukes in her own defense from the floor where the remnants of whatever she's smashed through are still pattering down on her cheek. Or maybe that's from the decapitated bottle Siha's gulping, then tossing. Her tongue eeks out for a taste and confirms. "Not port. Smells AND tastes like it might fly my ship outta here, though." Oof. Muri is clearly in no hurry to face whatever's upstairs and not in anyway useful in blowing holes in ceilings or sawing through baskets. What she IS good at though, is taking advantage of an unattended bar and sticking it to the petchucks who mess with her freedoms. Glass tinkles and scrapes over the wood floor under her lighter weight as she rolls off the remains and paws whatever bottles will fit into her bag, into her bag. While loading it up, she shouts a much belated warning/plea on behalf of their fragile trappers.

"Don't hit them!! They--" a gasp and groan/mutter of pain delays the rest till she's emerged fully from behind the bar on hands and knees to witness a sudden HACK of shutters and new sliver of light be born.

"They're probably just scared! Have you SEEN some of you!? ARMOR and WEAPONS in a living..." Ahhh, wince. She pulls something sharp out of her hand's heel before there's time to think twice on it. "crystal shop! Y'know, if they were the crystal." This last part is muttered glumly under breath, knowing full well that the rapid thuds of chasing footsteps overhead can't bode well for the ghostlings. Wasted breaths. She has lots of those.

"If you get that open, I'll let you pick from my bag of goodies," Netep promises to David then, or whoever's silhouette is there, chopping at the window. Said bag of pilfered goodies thunks down onto the edge of a table after she's bumped her hip into it.

Jehn can hear the scuttering upstairs as the party splits. "Ah, jeez..." She grumbles, holding her shank by what was once the neck of the bottle. But Netep doesn't seem to need a hand, despite all the crashing and smashing - there's little Jehn can really do there, and she's got this nice new weapon. "Let's hope their architecture is as sound as their anatomy." She comments, wishing David luck, before turning on her heel and racing up the lit stairs to follow after Kasia, Merek, and the rest.

"Guy? Guys? Did you just leave me alone in the dark?" His head lamp and wrist lamp on his armor finally come on. "Whew, that's better." He finds his way up right and starts towards the stairs, "Hey guys... wait." Stagger, stagger, roll, crawl. The Hapan some how crawls his way up the stairs after a stumbling falling journy from his previous position. He appears at the top and finds the nearest corner to slump against, breathing heavily. "Can we keep it?" He asks of the ghostling.

As she comes to the realization that the inn actually has more than one floor Siha will begin to laugh, "Wow, I was pouting /so hard/ I didn't even notice this thing went up .." Siha can admit that she is indeed fallible, and a baby when there isn't action. Up the stairs she goes without much issue, a bit of a sway here and there, her sword held firmly in her left hand, "I heard Ghostling blood is an aphrodesiac, I mean ..I don't wanna try but ..I'm ~temptedddd~-" Said with a little waggle of her shoulders, Kasia's sweet gesture of keeping Siha's idea in her back pocket not lost on her. Something catches her gaze and she'll tighten her grip on her sword.

"Oh, it's the damned /Sluissi/, damn straight we won't murder them with gentle caresses, I'mma peel off their skins with my bare hands and dance in their blood." Said as she runs after Kasia and the figure she saw, "C'mere, I need boots to go with the dress!" Her Genosian leg kicks out from beneath said robes alongside her real biological leg, both of them working in tandem to help her follow Kas, "KAS, MOVE THAT BODACIOUS BOD! JEHN, WATCH ME." And with a running sideways leap Siha is using that Genosian three toed foot to kick the door. KAPOW.

The Genosian foot connects with the door which shatters open, and she goes right through it ...in through the floor to the ground below, a loud crashing following the original door crashing. Then, weakly, likely due to lungs, even the bionic one, being vacated of air, "Guys ..no ..no floor ..." Croaked out, Siha moving her feet, or rather foot, a cry erupting from her, "I CAN'T FEEL MY LEG." Said as she squints, reaching down to feel at her leg only to notice it at the bottom of a ladder that she neglected to take on her way down, the thing hanging by the ankle on a ladder rung, "False alarm, I found it. I'm good, I'm - hack - good ..uh ..take the ladder, guys!" Gingerly she'll get up, realizing where she is, "Guys, GUYS. I'm /behind/ the bar, where that jerk-assed chick with the good hair went, daaaamn." The last is followed with a soft whistle as she notices the macabre collection of Human heads which have been shrunken, others taxidermied to maintain their regular size, hair all fancy, glass eyes set, the things looking /real/, "Dibs on the heads!" She calls up, neglecting to collect her leg for the time being, deciding the heads are cooler, "Dang ..this ..this is how I want my body strung up." Hop, hop, snakeskin robes ravenously moving around her body now, Siha not taking notice, "Total waste of the bodies though .." Which are no where in sight.

Siha has indeed discovered that the room at the end of the hallway is lacking in the floor department, and rather than taking the ladder the vanished Ghostling evidently took, opted to fall straight to the bottom level.

The wall down in there is covered with human heads, as stated, and only human. At the far end of the storage room is the Ghostling girl, standing there with what appears to be a remote in one delicate hand. "I've always had a fascination with humans, but of course my kind are unable to... partake any further than observation. It was enough, for a time, but I wanted something more permanent. Please do relax, it helps me later on."

Where is Corr during this? He's back in the hallway, trying to figure out how to make his feet work.

"I hope not," Kasia replies with a glance back at Jehn. "Because I'm gonna fall through the floor if that's the case." Which is what Siha does! Haha. She does indeed move her bodacious booty out of the way so that Siha can kick right on through the door with the powerful limb. "Wait, it's the what? I saw a glowing foot," She informs the kicker as that door is kicked to death, cringing back a little more. Both hands shoot out to try and grab hold of the toppling Siha, but nooope, too far, too slow. No playing anchor tonight. "SIHA ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" She steps to the edge of the doorway, looks around, and then carefully tries to take the ladder down into the room, spying the Ghostling she'd spotted before. "YOU!" She jumps down the last couple of rungs, and turns to point at the Ghostling, quickly striding forward. "YOU! What is this? What are you doing?" Now that her hands aren't busy clinging to the ladder, one goes back to the weapon on her hip to pull it free of the holster. "You better start talking now."

Merek watches then as Siha seems to assail the door, only to somehow manage into a secret room in which that dark display is. You know, there are times when he has to debate why things tend to involve something with the dismemberment of someone if Corr is involved in some way. He switches up his pistol to stun while he makes his move to the room also, following Kasia. "Right... What she said."

Bashing out some of the shards, David is about to tell the others he found the exit. For one, though, it's a window. Another, he just overhears the creepy talk and the threatening words. The young man from Naboo depowers his pike and draws his blaster. Finger off the trigger, he turns towards the commotion but doesn't jump or climb down any holes. "Hey, if you need more people to threaten some paperweights you'll holler, right?" he calls into the abyss.

"Is someone in the wall?" Netep twists her head around to peer poitlessly over shoulder at the muffled noise somewhere in viscinity of bar. Stranger things have happened, afterall. She glances at the dimly lit shape of Dave as he passes by, then picks her way to the foot of those stairs and hollers up "WE'VE GOT AN EXIT HERE!!" She'll credit Ironside's bash through the ironwood for what it is, window or no. It's les convenient than a door, but Muri's snuck out a window or two in her day...

How high are they? She shoulders the bag and cautiously approaches that window to peer out. The rain washes the sticky booze/possible poison off her face as she contemplates this exit strategy.

"Watch you /how/?!" Jehn demands, weakly waving her broken bottle as Siha goes charging by... And disappears. "Kriff on a stick." The human woman groans, pausing to look back towards Sajin and offer an arm out to help him steady himself. "Come on, big guy, I think someone is trying to eat our coworkers." She is not approaching the door, she is not taking the ladder, she is not going down there. This is likely the reason she is so intent on getting Sajin back on his feet. "Go on, git." She urges. "Go get 'em before someone gets made into a skin suit."

Sajin can't hear the conversation or really knows what's going on in front of him with the girls because they havn't answered him back. He's also just really messed up thanks to that drink. Instead he finds Corr who's having a bit of his own trouble trying to learn to walk again. "Listen... listen, buddy." The Hapan drunkenly leans against the other large man, putting an arm around his shoulders like a drunken fool who is now your best friend would do. "One foot in front of the other. Right?" Says the guy who's been staggering most of the night. "It's easy... just watch." He lets go of core and atempts to walk forward before face planting into the hallway floor right before the floorless room. He groans. His head was spinning, he was confused. He heard voices. He wanted his mommy, okay maybe not his mommy. There is an angel though, and that Angel is Jehni. As he's clawing up the door frame she comes to his aid. "Jehhhhnnnaayyyy. You're like... a box of anooba's. I looove youuuu." He looks down into the abyss, "Okay... I'm coming. Put on the tea for when I get back. Hi Ho Chrome!" He jumps... he just jumps.

"Oh my goddesses, me too ..like ..so hard. I have this amazing necklace, which I left back on my ship, which has all sorts of fingers but the human ones are - okay no, I'm lying, honestly, the Trandoshan one is so /cool/, but the Human one's are pretty special, because -" Yes, Siha is babbling, still under the influence of the drink she plowed back, but she's hopped over to the wall, running a hand over one face, leaning in her cheek to touch it to the male heads' cheek, "So soft -- damn /woman/ -- this is some freaking quality work. Kasia!" Siha half-turns to gesture with her sword up at the cool heads, "Could she not make a killing -- snkkt -- sorry, I didn't mean that." Said with wide eyes, Siha's lips pinching together as she giggles, nostrils flaring hard as her leg continues to dangle.

"Okay no, she is totally making a killing, but like with credits, you know? Doing this work? People would PAY YOU, /I/ would PAY YOU, to take those I kill and truss them up like this. It's like they're /watching/ me and I love it. You could have like hundreds of Humans if that's your thing on a monthly basis, I mean, I'd ship 'em in soft foam for you and everything." Siha is clearly not understanding that the Ghostling wants HER head to add to the collection, or isn't super worried because she's drugged to hell, this is all just a fun one-legged butt bruised party for her, "Hells, I'll even let you have my head when I die for this." Sword lifts and waves at the wall, "And believe me you, that's gonna happen way sooner than later, like ..this sexy bod is /not/ making it to old age." Said with a self-depreciating laugh as she turns 'round on her one leg, hopping gaily.

"Ah ..Kas can we just kill her? I don't know how to put my leg back on and I need time to brace myself for Percys' gloating that I need him." SWING. Siha jabs her sword forwards and ends up piercing into one of the heads on the lower rungs of the wall, "Crap, she's so fast, Kas ...slap her face for me. Crush that head. " Breathlessly whispered to Kasia, like the Ghostling can't hear her. Even though she's right there. It's not a big room. Jehn and Sajin coming in to save the day, or rather just Sajin at Jehns urging, "JUMP HER, SAJ!" Hit that paper thin body good.

When Siha attacks, the Ghostling girl slips back and away on nimble feet that barely touch the floor, and it really is like trying to fight an apparition. Her movements are quick and subtle, fading back, phantasmic. The remote in her hand is raised aloft, and when she pushes the button, a portion of the ceiling in HERE falling down to smash into Siha's head. The falling chunk of CEILING misses Kasia, though, leaving her unscathed, but the remote has more buttons on it. "Humans! So exciting! Goddesses, to live as one of you! Walking free out into the galaxy!"

Up in the hallway, Corr is left behind with Jehn, pulling out his pistol, doubled over in a drugged stupor. "You... you want- here, I can't," he offers it out to her instead.

"Yes, yes, the work is great," Kasia agrees with Siha, really not sounding all that surprised by Siha's delight at the shrunken heads, and she's not all that unfamiliar with taxidermy. There's enough of it in her house, though notably, none of it human. "I'll try t--" Oh, there's ceiling falling, she jumps to the side to avoid being bashed in the head by falling ceiling, wide eyes swinging around to stare at the Ghostling girl again. "Really? REALLY? So you're, what, jealous that we can walk out in the world without a gentle breeze sending us to the hospital, so you take our heads? No, absolutely not." She squeezes the trigger of her blaster, not once, but twice, and while the first shot burns the wall not too far from the Ghostling girl, the second misses by a much wider margin, taking out one of the heads on the wall. Oops.

Merek looks over to Kasia and Siha as the two take on the Ghostling, and he looks to the door for a moment. He shifts his stance and makes a move to place his hand upon the access, then he kicks the door open, "Come on!" he exclaims to the others. Seems he's bringing in the back-up since the ghostling has a lot of toys that remote seems to control. He motions with his pistol as he settles to cover also.

David squints from the darkness to see what's happening, getting knocked on his ass from whatever caused the ceiling to fall, the rumble moving through the building and catching the drugged pilot by surprise. "Screw this noise.." he grumbles as he gets laboriously back to his feet, heading back to Netep. "So. Let's talk exit strategy, and y'know, not just the one window." he comments, whittling away at the window he broke and will absolutely not reimburse. "Figure we can get the door freed up from the outside, too." he adds with a slight nod towards his pike.

"Guerfels," Muri scoffs to self and pulls her head back inside to give Davide a little upnod. "I think I can fit from here. Gimme a count to thirty." She pushes gingerly through the shredded remains of woody bits'n'glass with her bag, drops it to the ground, and weasels on out of that window. It's a bit of a tight fit and some of her billowy, fanciful garments get torn in the process, but by golly she's out. Out, wet, sober - all of these things will be corrected once she's back in the comfort of her own ship. But first...

Failing to note anymore ghosts lurking with ill intent outside, Netep slips a hand into that bag for a quick rummage and pulls the Czerka free to then stuff awkwardly into belt under the shredded flaps of tunic. Once that precaution's had, she 'casually' wanders around to the front door of this establishment and has a little laugh. "You little buggers," she sighs and with two fingers, lifts the wooden slat barring their former exit. It fwops harmlessly to sodden ground.

A little knock upon said door and call of "You can c'mon out, now!" to her co-conspirator inside serves also as her farewell. Surely they'll find the exit. For now, Muri's got a head start back to the port, leaving just 1 bottle of liquor - as promised - behind in payment for David's smashing service.

Go get 'em, tiger. With the Sajin deployed, Jehn seems to have thought her work was done - but drugged Corr has other ideas. Blinking, she accepts the pistol with her free hand, the one not clutching a shank like this is just a shady bar on Nar. Or any bar on Nar. "...This probably isn't the best idea." She informs Waldin, but accepts it anyway as she hears part of the ceiling go crashing down on her fellows. "Y'know, maybe one day I'll work for someone tha' actually sends me somewhere relaxing." And, moving forward so that she is hovering at the ladder, Jehn squints through the sights on the pistol and fires it down at the ghostling psycho. "Ey, uh... Boss? Maybe fit some councelin' for Siha into th'budget, too." She squeezes off another shot... And then throws the bottle at their assailant, too. For good measure. "Just a thought." She is tempted to follow Netep's calls of 'exit' to the hole that David has created, but like a dog too loyal to know any better, finds it too difficult to stray from the pack. "...Just a thought."

When Sajin lands it probably shakes the entire tavern. However, the thing that is even more surprising is that he's landed on both feet. Dust rises from his landing zone, the servos in his armor whining to life as he lifts himself up right from a crouch. There he is, imposing, deadly... then he Burps loudly. "Kasia... Sihanana..." He slurs. "I'm gunna shoooot!" And he does, he blasts a bolt towards the ghostling with intensity, momentarily lighting up the room. Instead of ripping through the girl's fragile body it blasts apart some of Siha's heads... "Oh bother *Hiccup*"

From beneath the ceiling rubble one lone sweep of a sword snakes out, a very aimless thing, "...Kick her ...kick her arse ..Kas." Blissfully, beneath said rubble, Siha misses Kas messing up her future house furnishings. Sajins' rumbling arrival further destroys her priceless prizes, but again, she's beneath the ceiling and just a sword swinging hand from beneath the rubble. Honestly, with how drugged she is, the ceiling rubble feels like a real nice weighted blanket. She's soon snoring from beneath the rubble, prone on her stomach, this likely to be the best sleep not induced by a bacta tank she's had in a while.

"You fools. I was worried that I'd bitten off more than I could chew this time, but you've proved me wrong on that," the Ghostling girl taunts, dancing away from each attack in turn and brandishing her remote aloft once more, pushing another button to spring some deadly trap on them.

A sickening lurch as a wall panel comes hurtling out into the room, smacking straight into the girl. Evidently she pushed the wrong button. Her fragile body is thrown into the wall on the opposite side, bones shattering like glass, and the glowing figure blanches a paler white.

"How's it- are you winnin' down there?!" That's Corr's voice yelling down from the upstairs hallway. And with that, the Ghostess of Arawynne Place's final haunt was ended.