Log:Explorer's Guild: Winter Fete Bash and Crash

Explorer's Guild: Winter Fete Bash and Crash

OOC Date: November 9, 2018
Location: Nar Shaddaa: The Golden Orb
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Netep Muri and Sajin; Special Guest Stars Kasia Ashkuri, Bungo, Naiya Tan, Usha, and Grayson Oakfell

The Explorer's Guild has rented out the Golden Orb for the night, or maybe they were owed a favor by the owner, it's hard to say which and impossible to know because Corr will never tell. The interior has been decked out with all sorts of festive decorations, tinsel, streamers, banners that say MERRY WINTER FETE, and so on. The scent of wonderful food, delicious food, very... well as the desc says, 'The menu ranges from standard to exotic for both drinks and food, tempting the most discerning palates while pleasing the most simple.'

Amid all the finery is a man in plain clothes, although they do look pretty nice, those threads, just very simple. JK THE OUTFIT IS SUPER OSTENTATIOUS AND HE SMELLS OF FINE COLOGNE. Hair is slicked, nice boots on his feet, a sash with a belt over it around his waist, a VERY nice cloak around his shoulders, all regal like some sort of nobility. It's Corr, and he's doing his best to look hospitable as he greets a pair of random Utai, but really he's squirming in the fancy clothes. "Uh, yeah, just help yourselves, it's an open house," he explains to the two short aliens, trying to muster up a smile that somehow looks more like a grimace. Appetizers are spread out on tables like giant hoity-toity buffets.

Kasia is here too! And she fancy. Not that she isn't always some degree of fancy, but this is a mid to high range of fancy, with jewelry and makeup that is more heavily applied, her hair is swept up and done nicely, and she too has perfume. Everybody up in here be smellin' good tonight. Her gaze sweeps the party, passing right over Corr at first, because that can't be Corr. Going, going, and then it zips back as her eyes narrow. Waaaaait a second. "Corr?"

You sign up for an account. Go on a few adventures. Before you know it, you're spammed with weekly newsletters about some artifact or other on some distant planet in a galaxy far far away. Usha usually deletes most of what comes from the Explorer's Guild, but when the word "BASH" appears in all caps in the subject line, that is something you just don't ignore.

That is why she's appeared tonight in an attire that's more fur than dress itself, taking up way more room than one being is should be allowed to take up. And the moment she sets eyes on that gorgeous cloak and smells that very pricey cologne, she in her element. "Oh my," the Zeltron pauses next to Kasia to stare, pupils wide a plates. "What's a Corr? Who cares? Hello there stranger, I'm - HACCHOOO." Right in the midst of her pickup line, Usha sneezes a cloud of white powder going everywhere. Looks like someone was pre-gaming hard.

Walking in on the heels of Usha and Kasia comes someone that obviously did not get the memo that this party was extravagant and fancy. Bungo comes in, looking every bit like he just climbed off of the swoop that rests in a parking spot outside. The young Verpine is wearing a plain pair of oil stained pants and t-shirt beneath the speeder jacket, the leather helmet and large goggles not removed despite stepping inside. Large red eyes slip around the room with obvious appreciation as he says in a barely lowered voice, "Daaaaamn, now this is a party! I'm glad I... EWWW!!!" Having just stepped around the sudden stop in the line, he is just in time to step in front of Usha in the path of that sneezed powder, a gloved hand lifting immediately to wipe at his face.

Grayson Oakfell has of course dressed up to match Corr, since it is most likely that she is the one who dressed him up for tonights event. Look ma, no beige! Grayson herself is dressed in a gown of deep blue, off the shoulder v-neck thinger, lots of cool folds and the like, very fancy and voluminous with gauzy details in places that look cool. Off the back of her shoulders the dress veers off into sheer cape like trails that hang down behind her arms. No point in describing the shoes, because they're under the dress. But she got shoes on. Her hair is swept up into some spacy up-do, glittering with jewely-dos and accented with brilliant blue feathers that extend out at her temples and behind her. Cool make up, very demure while you know, enhancing features. She is playing hostess and talking to various people, a wide smile on ox blood red lips, her honey brown eyes warm as she laughs at some joke from a Mon Calamari individual, hand upon her chest, head tilted to the side, conversation on going as she remains, for the time being, in the background.

Sajin enters and for once he's not wearing his Power Armor. Today, he is dressed in the Military Uniform of his station as King of Drik. Handsome devil he is, it matches him perfectly made of the darkest black there are gold emblems and designed, even sash! It's got two tails, almost like a frock, and is double breasted. He walks in, dreamy hazel eyes glancing around, not sure where to go or what to do with himself. Which is, par-course for this dimwit.

"Hard to believe, ain't it," Corr remarks wryly to Kasia's disbelieving question, right before a cloud of white powder drifts over him, making the man sneeze himself in response as WHATEVER THAT IS tickles his nose. "Yeah, I uh... I remember you, you're the girl who ripped up Yoska's mum's cards," the explorer loudly announces, pointing a finger at Usha. "Been a while, I figured you decided you were too embarrassed by 'bout makin' the kid cry to show up again." Real nice, there, Usha. And nice of Corr to point it out, the finger no longer pointing but his eyes still looking pointedly at her. POINT MADE. Corr's dressed like this https://bit.ly/2z2RqsF and he's looking uncomfortable about it but the judgmental accusation is comforting and it's helping him relax.

"LADIES andddd GENTLEMENNNN," a voluminous voice rings over the loudspeakers, folding the room in its velvety, sultruous embrace, the sound system in here so expensive and finely tuned that there's no crackle or modulation over it at all. "Please, please, do help yourselves to the refreshments, and gather around the stage," from whence the voice originates as a man in flowing, shimmering iridescent robes strides out onto it, a turban wrapped around his head, hawkish nose curving harshly down his face. "Your host has contracted me to provide entertainment and atmosphere to tonight's festivities, because, and I quote, he's 'not real popular at parties'," the mystical figure giving the room a glowing smile, spreading his hands wise. "Please, don't let me interrupt your introductions and reunions, but do gather around the stage."

Kasia notices Usha and the appraising and appreciative look she's getting, which makes her grin at the Zeltron. A grin that doesn't vanish when the cloud erupts from Usha's sneeze. Oh no, it grows by degrees and is followed by a laugh. "I think you might've just wasted a good amount of your product there," she notes, taking a small step back to avoid the worst of the drug haze. The voice from the stage draws her gaze away for a few moments, only turning back once the invitation to gather around the stage is given. She proffers an arm Usha's way, brows bouncing a couple times. "Shall we?"

As the cloud of drug crumbs dissipates, Usha's eyes open wide as she scans across her company with a look that is simultaneously embarrassed, confused, and lost (breakdown approx 5-20-75). "Apologies darling, what was I saying?" The Zeltron say to everyone and no one in particular. She's still getting her bearings. "Oh dear me, I've gotten it all over you! Well...this isn't coming off very well is it?" The sleeve of her fur coat is used in vain to dust off the insect-like young alien before cooing in a motherly, reassuring fashion at Bungo, "Not to worry thought darling, it's just a little sugar. You're like a little powdered donut."

Usha is briefly pleased with her delicious little analogy before Corr rains on her parade. "Hhhhwhat are you talking about? What is a Yoska and what crinking crinks do I give about his mother's sabacc cards?" It's a bit difficult to tell whether or not she's playing dumb or fairly serious. With the amount of spice she's just sneezed up, its quite possible her memory is spotty. But she's grateful for the escape route that is Kasia's arm. Taking it, she lets the pretty human lead her away whilst she hoarsely whispers to the Explorers leader himself, "This is why no body likes you!"

A hand makes one swipe across of his face before Bungo freezes when that fur sleeve takes over, both antenna lifting vertically atop his head in surprise. The young kid seems shocked, first at being sneezed on by this stranger, and then having her sleeve used to clean his face and being referred to as a powdered desert. "Uhhh," he stutters, looking for some sort of response. Just then there is a fortunate diversion in the form of the fabulous man on stage that tears his attention away from Usha, and gives him an excuse to scamper away toward the stage, grabbing up a glass of champagne along the way.

Sajin finds a glass of wine to pick up before moving absently towards the stage, ending up behind Kasia and Usha. "I like Kasia..." He says as if it's just a common fact, his eyes very interested in the way the glas refracts the image of the light that goes through it and the liquid inside. A mind like a child sometimes, or all the time, depending on the situation you find this handsome Hapan in. Of course that's followed by stuffing a handful of crunchy hard snacks into his mouth and chewing loudly right in the two women's ears, bits of crumbs falling down and onto his clean and pressed uniform.

Into the Golden Orb comes Naiya Tan, gambleress extrordinaire, dressed in the latest Nar Shaddaa street fashions, which are maybe slightly out of place for a high class fete, but still quite fashionable. She smiles a hint, lets her gaze wander across the room, and starts her way further into the room.

Fete? Yes, please. Cue Muri's entrance music of the night. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0e0txlm7KUo

Where there's free, ingestible anything to consume, it's a safe wager to say Netep's bound to take advantage. Eventually. She's a bit late to the party, but tonight's festivities have called for a little more effort than she normally puts forth in the wardrobe department. IS it Netep? Or is it sister Adara? Were it not for the curls and tattoo, one mightn't know. She's even corrected her posture this evening and glides with demure little click-clacks of her heels o'er to her familiars. "Waldin...." she purrs teasingly on her way by to secure some eats, ignoring stage guy for now. "What an /un/familiar sight." She sweeps an appraising look over he and Grayson both, glossed lips quirking up in amusement. "Not bad. Not bad at all..." she bestows a silent but polite nod to his stylist Oakfell, then slinks on along to stab a juicy chunk of something and slap it onto a plate.

Grayson Oakfell is no where near Corr, so any nod or the like or acknowledgement goes completely unnoticed by Grayson who is off greeting people in the back of the Golden Orb. After she finishes her polite laughter with the Mon Calamari, a young Human man at her elbow will gesture off to the stage, Gray tilting her head down to listen to the murmurings of the much shorter man. What may be apologies are offered to the company she's currently speaking with, a hand reaching out to gently press to a forearm here, a shoulder there, and then she's moving through the crowd. Onwards, to Corr! Along the way she plucks up a flute of some drink being toted about by wait staff, drawing it to lips as she glides along in her bloo dress, drawing up next to Corr and gently bumping her hip into his, "You are looking very much not in comfort ..I can hold them down if you wish, and you can go change?" Murmured against the rim of the glass, a quick sip taken as she slants a look to the handsome man as she waits for the whatever to start up on the stage.

"Yeah, you're prob'ly right," Corr sighs in agreement with Usha's comment about nobody liking him, but it doesn't really seem to deflate him or bother him that much, shrugging it off without too much trouble. The forced smile he's been wearing does vanish, though, melting right away as his tired eyes follow the pink girl and Kasia's movement toward the stage further back in the restaurant where tonight's entertainment is beginning.

"I have many names, in many places," the robed man is saying to the small crowd that's gathering around the base of the stage. "Elharad, Aldor, Sikki's Fire, Ibras, the Cosmic Eye, all labels for the same bottle, in different times, to different people," the smooth voice explains, that wide, glowing smile warm and effusive. A twist of his wrist produces a glass vial, evidently from nowhere, though the generous drape of those sleeves could doubtless hide a few secrets. "Magic water from Geonosis," he confers with a knowing wink to the audience, pouring it out in a wide circle around his feet until the vial is empty. "Each of you is here tonight to be entertained, to treat yourselves to delicacies and delights, but unbeknownst to any of you, each of you also has a /secret/, maybe from everyone else, maybe even from yourself. All will be revealed, in time," he purrs, the vial tipping over again as again, he pours it out in a wide circle around himself, more water somehow appearing. "Magic water from Geonosis," the mystic repeats, a twinkle in his eye.

Kasia gives Usha's hand a reassuring pat as she escorts the Zeltron woman toward the stage. The sound of a familiar voice has her craning her head around to look back at Sajin, smiling at the familiar employee. "Well thank you. I like you too, Sajin." Is he high? Is she high? Are they ALL high? Maybe. "So, what do you think the entertainment is going to be?" she asks those that are close enough to hear it. The robed man in front of the stage draws her gaze next, brows furrowing slightly. "Magic water? What makes it magical?"

Usha is only half paying attention to whatever the emcee is going on about, distracted instead by the delights passing her on trays carried by fine young wait staff. She reaches for one champagne flute and hands it to Kasia without asking her, and then she grabs two more for herself. "Hi darling, I too am quite fond of Kasia," the Zeltron gives a warm, dimply smile to Sajin. Shrugging at the woman's question she replies, "Beats me. I didn't even realize there was enough water on Geonosis to fill that vial let alone pour it out all over the stage. But I can ask for you."

Not skipping a beat, the Zeltron raises a magenta hand like a good student, and projecting from her diaphragm (because that's what you do), she loudly asks the robed, turbaned man over the crowd, "Darling, my friend here wants to know - what makes this water so /fabulously/ magical?"

Naiya Tan spots a familiar Zeltron thugette in the form of Usha, and she starts her way over towards her, "Usha!" She calls out as she nears, waving a blue hand, her Lekku shifting and adjusting a little as she walks over towards Usha, the stage, and whatever else may be going on.

Grayson Oakfell is totally ignored by Corr! But that's fine, she has this delicious champagne and the excitement of whatever is happening on stage. SHE DON'T NEED NO MAN. As the question is asked by the Zeltron, Grayson will turn a keen ear to hear the answer.

Sajin chokes on his snack as the Robed man talks about secrets and glances around suspiciously at the crowd. Some of his snack gets spat out onto the groud as he does this and he coughs loud, likely disturbing those around him from hearing the current speaker. He clears his throat and whispers, "Sorry..." To those around him, downing a flute of whatever to wash away any remains of sweet space cookies. "Hey... we found magic water on Lok one time... aye, remember Kasia?" Then he frowns and holds his stomach. "Just don't eat the slugs.

UGH the slugs! Netep's alas too preoccupied and far from the reminiscing Hapan to lament on that day. She's got one plate of food held in hand, complete with champagne flute balanced atop so as to leave one hand free for nibbling. Her curiosity's mildly piqued by the 'mystic' and she keeps one ear focused on his performance while slowly making her rounds through the restaurant for sake of P.R. and people mingling on behalf of the guild. Networking = $$$.

"I'm alright," Corr assures Grayson to her offer to hold things down, maybe literally (?), the hipbump causing him to look down at his clothes, the image of a kid picking at his dad's oversized suit, except this is a good-looking man in perfectly-tailored finery. "I'm alright, just... not used to all this. I'll be alright, it's a good change," he promises, snaking an arm around her waist. Maybe Usha's powder is affecting him. Maybe he's just overwhelmed by the crowd. MAYBE HE JUST IGNORED HER FOR A MINUTE. Nobody likes Corr, Usha was right.

"The magic makes it magical," the mystic informs Kasia with a smile, spiriting the vial away again as he spreads his arms wide. "You all have a secret! Something dark? Or something... sublime? Would it bring joy to all of us to learn, or shock and horror?" A finger points out at Sajin. "You there! Such a handsome countenance, and yet you know that if your secret were learned, your life would never be the same. And I too have a secret! If anyone can guess what it is, a glorious prize lies in store." The vial reappears in his hand again, pouring out another ring around his feet. "Magic water from Geonosis! My secret has a riddle. "More powerful than the Force! More evil than any Sith. It fills every poor man's pockets, and the rich go in want of it every passing day. If you eat it, you will die, but you can't hold it, and it is the true source of my water's magic. What is it?"

The champagne flute is offered, and Kasia doesn't hesitate to take it, taking a small sip from the glass to taste the quality. GOOD ENOUGH. Another drink follows, this one less tentative. "Thank you." Usha is given a smile, which she turns back to Sajin as he speaks. The mention of those slugs inspires a crinkled nose, remembering what happened there. She remembers, but doesn't mention it at least. It's best for everyone. "Oh, it's magical because it's magical. That clears everything up." Her tone is wry, but then she goes quiet to listen to the riddle. "I always want to be better at these, but I'm just not. I tend to overthink and over complicate them, and get them wrong. What about you? Any idea?" She doesn't ask Sajin, he's pretty, but she clearly doesn't think he's riddle material.

"Oh my-a my-a Naiya! Will you just look at yourself," Usha presses a hand to her cheek in awe of the pretty little Twi'lek. Feeling generous, she hands over her second champagne flute to the blue lady, accompanying it with a bougie cheek kiss in greeting. "I wasn't going to share tonight but you are just too much a sight for sore eyes. How's life been darling? I haven't seen you in a while."

Turning back to Kasia, the Zeltron shrugs her fur clad shoulders. "I think its a perfectly logical explanation for why something is magical." She narrows her dilated eyes a brief second to think about the riddle. And then suddenly, she calls out, "NOTHING. If you eat NOTHING, you DIE." Then a pause to look around and then a follow-up question, "Did I win?"

Naiya Tan accepts the glass of wine from Usha, and leans in to return the cheek kiss as it's given with a laugh, "You're quite a sight." she says with a bright smile, "I was off on the other side of the moon chasing some games." She says with a big grin at her, "It's been alright, of course! But, you know, all the interesting things come from this part of the moon, afterall."

"It is not a change, Corr ..just ..a night of dressing up. Do not be so dramatic." Please, if Corr started dressing all posh he wouldn't be the same man she fell in love with. As the arm slinks in around her waist she'll lean in to Corr, left arm crossing against her chest as the right continues to keep her glass aloft to lips, listening to the man on the stage and sighing, "I am always hating these sort of shows .." Heavily accented voice murmurs to Corr, "Someone is always left robbed by the end of the night with these charlatans." Said as she tries to *not* look uncomfortable, eyes narrowing, squinting even, as she draws in a long, long deep breath in through her nose, a glance given to her drink, "I hate these people .." Said as her knees begin to weak, a hard swallow done, her honeyed brown eyes blinking rapidly after a moment, Gray leaning away from Corr, "I ..I need ..I need to be sitting .." Said thickly, her glass upended onto the floor, liquid spilling out as she keeps hold to the stem, blearily trying to search out a chair.

Sajin's eyes go wide as the Robed Man paints right at him. He obviously has no idea what a riddle is or that he's even supposed to solve one. So Kasia is spot on in that assumption. He looks at around and notices all the eyes and faced JUDING him. He frowns and then whines a bit. "OKAY I DID IT!" He yells in a whine out into the crowd. "I TOOK THE LAST OF HEX'S SPIZZA, OKAY! I'M SO SORRY." Dramatics, traumatic... softer this time in a whimper, "I'm so sorry." Someone give this handsome devil an award. Bravo, bravo, encore, encore. There's even a tear that runs down his precious cheek.

"You're right," Corr agrees with Grayson, uttering the magic words in keeping with the theme of the night which is apparently magic, giving the woman a small smile as she chides him for his complaints. "It's just... you okay?" he questions then, one brow quirking in concern as she leans away from him and pours her glass on the ground in an imitation of the mystic on the stage, looking around for a chair to get her into. "What's the matter?"

On the stage, the mystic is smiling his glowing smile at Usha, a finger pointing her out, the same one he'd previously used to cast aspersions on Sajin. "Very, /very/ good my dear, just marvelous. Such a sharp wit!" he praises, clapping his hands together. "A round of applause. And don't fret too much, good sir, I'm sure we'll find it in our hearts to forgive you," he assures the beautiful man, with a wink. "And now, for your prize!" Smoke begins to billow up around his feet, coming from backstage, coming from under the stage, coming from above the stage, a purplely shade that seems to roil forth from everywhere, filling the air with a sticky-sweet scent and obscuring the view of the robed man as well. The patter of water can be heard though the man can't be seen clearly anymore, as well as his voice chuckling, "Magic water from Geonosis!"

"I suppose if we're talking about magic, it's about as good a reason as you're going to get," Kasia remarks to Usha, brows furrowing a little. One hand reaches out to rest on Usha's shoulder in an effort to keep herself steady. There is a momentary distraction of Sajin's confession that earns a confused look at first, and then a small laugh. "It's-- it's fine, Hex just gets upset about it for a little while, then he orders more and forgets." She tries to smile, but the world is going a bit wibbly and the hand on Usha's shoulder tightens the grip for a moment. "I think I need to get some air. If you'll--" She doesn't finish it as she turns to try and wobble off, getting so far as a chair that she immediately chooses to sink into. This is wrong, but she can't seem to do much about it, because as soon as she's in the chair her eyes close. She isn't out yet, one hand clutched on the edge of the table hard enough that her knuckles are white, but she doesn't seem quite able to open her eyes.

Usha clinks her glass with Naiya's and greets, "Cheers darling. I hope you've been winning big. Don't forget your friends when you've become disastrously rich." She means herself Naiya!The squeal of joy that comes from Usha upon hearing that she got it correct is purely unmatched by any sound she's uttered before. "I won!" She turns to Kasia to say it loudly into her face in case the woman didn't hear her., "Kasia, Did you hear that? I won! I have sharp wit!" LET IT BE KNOWN, NAR SHADDAA!

Cocktail of champagne and pre-gaming drugs must be hitting her, for Usha takes a deep breath of the sweet air and her dimply grin grows more tired. The color of Naiya's skin and Kasia's dress is far too much for her eyes to bear and she exhales, "I need to sit too..." She follows behind the former courtesan and realizing that she won't make it much farther, she decides to simply camp her bottom on the woman's lap. "I'm sorry...," she apologizes idly and looks around the room, "This smell...it's the stuff they put down nerfs with, no? What's it called? Chloro...chloro-something or other..."

"Oh, you did win!" Naiya says, taking a drink from her glass after the little clink of glasses with Usha's. Of course, then there's that sickly sweet scent and the Twi'lek woman too takes a little step and stumble, "Oh... I think this was too strong.." She murmurs, shaking her head a little, and seems to follow after the sickeningly pink Usha as well, slumping down next to her, and by default Kasia, "Ooh.. I'm.. tired." She murmurs.

"I swear, the Hapanese are so interbred to be a crime ..." Gray, despite her current state, can still make biting comments which are only made more biting by the manner in which she clenches her jaw, free hand coming up to press fingers into her left temple, pressing in firmly. Poor, beautiful Sajin. She drops the glass and it cracks, Graysons head nodding forwards as she too struggles to keep her eyes open and standing upright, leaning more heavily into Corr even as she tries to veer away to find a chair. It's a wibble wobbly sort of movement, "N..nerd ..tranqui..lizing ..in my ..lungs."

She murmurs, each word strained as her throat begins to numb and her breathing comes more heavily, a near wheeze, "Ch..chloro..so..phro..peen ..need ..need ..horror ..barbie ..tal." In echo of Usha and her question, Grays right, now free, hand coming up to press fingertips in against her throat, "..in ...it's in ..his ..stupid ..air ..water." Wheeeeeze, not too out of it to not get in another dig at the man on the stage, "K-kill him .." And there it is. EVERYTHING CAN BE SOLVED WITH A GOOD MURDERING. She even looks like she might try to do it herself, lurching forwards with a hissing grimace and a reaching of her left hand out, "G..gimme his ..neck.."

Sajin narrows his brows a bit as Kasia attempts her escape, the smoke now traveling to him. "Kasia, are you ok?" He asks just before sneezing as he takes a bit wiff of that smoke. Reguardless of the smell he starts towards Kasia's table. Staggering as he does so. "Woah... Usha... did you slip something in my drink. I know you got the hots for me but I mean... this is unnesses..." And then he slams face first onto the ground, his nose splattering with blood as it breaks. He's too messed up to notice the pain. Drool escapes his mouth and he groans in his sleepy stupor. Not much he can do at the moment but sluggishly reach towards his sidearm.

The room continues to fill with the purplish smoke while EVERYONE BUT CORR begins to slump to the floor, the man standing there with Grayson leaning on him like some sort of uncomfortable pillar. Maybe it's a function of his robust health, or maybe it's a function of being a nerf herder in the early years of his life that's built up an immunity to nerf tranquilizer. NO ONE KNOWS. Corr doesn't even know. "You can't be breathin' that, it's toxic!" he yells out at the revelation that it /is/ nerf tranquilizer, eyes turning toward the stage even as Grayson goes off on a murder-lurch towards the mystic, wherever he's slipped off to in the fog, if he's even still here.

He's still here. A taunting, silken laugh ripples over the PA. "You clever fools, dabbling in secrets you do not understand. This is no pool to wade into, not even shedding your shoes. It is a deep well that dives as deep as the planet's core, and you tempt powers you know not of," and by now that warm voice has turned cold and foreboding.

Corr's hand goes for his gun, but guess what didn't fit in so well with his fancy clothes?

Kasia's lap is suddenly occupied by a certain pink Zeltron, but she doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, instead taking advantage of the fact that she's got a place to rest her head. "Stupid nerfs," she mutters as her head comes to rest on Usha's shoulder. She doesn't understand what's going on entirely, but she picked up that much. Nature, nature is to blame, somehow. Her eyes flutter open a few moments as the cold voice fills her ears, echoing around in her head in a way that's unpleasant the way a person might when they've got a bad headache. "I know enough about powers, shut uuuppp." Her eyes open to slits and come to rest on the mystic. "Someone shut him up." She points in the direction of the mystic should anyone be looking at her, and then closes her eyes again. Everything is terrible and nerfs are to blame.

"That's it...that's the one. Chlorosophocles." Usha confirms Grayson's suspicions. She's not that fucked up for this particular sentence. She just doesn't know how to pronounce it. Even in her state, she's offended by Sajin's accusation and says, "I don't appreciate ... the way ... why is it always ... dammit." Her eyes close and she massages the spot between her eyebrows. Usha's head is killing her. With Kasia, leaning on her shoulder, the woman's voice is far too close to her ear for comfort. And so to get her to hush so that the migraine doesn't get worse, Usha pulls out her blaster from within her fur coat and points it in the general direction of where the woman is pointing. The attempt is extremely half-assed and she misses utterly before slumping her head back atop Kasia's.

Scooting in a bit towards where Usha and Kasia are, Naiya yawns, "Can't.. keep my eyes open." The Twi'lek murmurs as she shifts to lay her head in the Zeltron's lap, Lekku splaying out everywhere, "Why are we shooting?" she asks with a little murmur as the blaster pistol is fired off at the tricky fellow.

Grayson Oakfell lunges forwards one last time within that purple sickly sweet fog towards the space Kasia gestured to, but it's all for naught as she suddenly collapses into her piles of dark blue layers of skirts like a suddenly broken doll. She misses completely, of course, never knowing the sweetness of finding the flesh of the man. Nope. Instead she lays ever so gracefully in a heap of blue, completely passed out and struggling in said state to breathe properly. Wheeeeeze. Snkt.

Sajin twists over onto his back as he takes a few long breaths. He's got his gun in his hand. Looking up he spots the Robed man with the help of Kasia and others pointing him out. "OKAY..." He assures himself, planting his feet and stretching out his blaster between his now upright knees and holding on with both hands. He looks like he's strugling as he takes aim and fires. As soon as the blaster lets off its loud and brilliant report he flops back down and growls. "WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT! UHG!" His heavy lided eyes look over to the Twi'lek. "The guy... he's... just. He's a big old jerk." That's the best explination he can muster at the moment. Of course this causes him to start laughing hystarically at himself.

BOOM, Sajin's blaster blows a hole through the fog and punches one into the mystical man in the shimmery robes, sending up a small puff of much grayer, much more acrid smoke from the man's shoulder. Whatever plans the charlatan may have had for escaping gracefully go out the window as he literally falls through a window, the (relatively fragile but very exotic) REAL GLASS pane shattering under his weight and sending him out in a shower of shards and flapping robes.

The window breaking is the first step towards venting the gas, with the next step being the restaurant's ventilation system abruptly kicking back to life, the fact that it wasn't on in the first place now made painfully obvious by its sudden jolting whoosh before the air begins to circulate more quietly. Corr stands in the midst of the chaos, looking around at all the woozy guests, and the gears are clicking in his head about how he didn't make all of them sign his normal waivers... "Grayson." Blinking, he heads for the stage, pulling her up into a more graceful posture where she can breathe. "Uh... Free treatment by this here doctor for... everybody," the explorer leader calls to the restaurant at large, "On me. Just, you know, not right /now./" A pause. "But later. After she's treated herself." Another pause. "As is only fair." And one more. "Donations welcome." HAPPY WINTER FETE.