Log:Hutt Cartel: Starwind Debauchery
Hutt Cartel throws a Grand Party
OOC Date: July 20th, 2018
Location: Star Wind
Participants: Daven Ohtani, Kari D'Aramis, Xan, Domino Graystorm, Dyannah Nerus, Usha, Aenaria, Grishk, Naiya Tan, Turtugh, Gooza
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From the moment guests step out of their shuttles, ships, and what have you, they are attended to by slaves dressed up (down to next to nothing) for the occasion. Music, booze of many different types, and a variety of spice have been brought out for the occasion. Guests are allowed to have cocktails and mingle while slaves escort them through the array of party areas, some with more tasteful atmospheres, and some catering to those who really are just here for raging debauchery. There are even bets being taken on people starting to drum up some amateur fighting in the combat arena after having stumbled upon it. Everything has it's own pace, but the theme of the night seems to be /excess/.
In the main throne room, there is music pumping while a live band takes a break, a bar has been setup and all of cosmos are on display. The lights are dim, ensuring everyone gets the proper amount of light for misjudging how attractive everyone else is, and slaves bombarding people to ask them to dance, take something to help get in the mood.
Some areas have been dedicated to the current hutts of Shaddaa to give them nice cushiony areas from which to goad people into horrible deeds and eat platters of delicious foods. Speaking of which, there's cuisine from nearly every major species group present and it all just seems to be carried around on trays coming from Force knows where.
Unfortunately for Naiya, she sees decently well in low light, so she does not get the illusion of being in a room of totally attractive people, at least not as well as the human sorts. She however is still making her way into the main room, her skirts swishing, and the beads jingling a little as she wanders, peering at the drinks on display, and eventually finding one to snatch up, something in a tall fluted glass.
Upon the throne sits the massive huttess herself. A large platter of freshly captured creatures try to escape from their cage only to be nabbed in one massive paw and shoved into Turtugh's grotesque maw. There are several slaves linked to her throne by elaborate and expensive chains, all of them dancing for those lucky enough to have a seat up with the lady overseeing the massive revival of the Wind.
Daven is here, playing host and general filter for all those wishing to come kowtow to Lady Turtugh, Entertainment Lord of the Nar Shaddaa Council. Dressed up QUITE nicely, vest and blaster and blade upon hip showing that he is the down and dirty sort of Cartel Lieutenant. Unattended but /only/ for the moment. Because some lanky lady of gams is prowling around somewhere he is sure. "Lady Turtugh. A respectable turn-out." Hedged words, because you never know just what sort of mood a Hutt is in.
Domino sashays in all her pink, white, and gold glory as she gets a sense of the lay of the the yatch. Eventually she wanders into the throne room to scout out who's who and to tour the showcased wealth and toys. A hand decked in ornately painted nails plucks a flute of something from a passing tray and sniffs it cautiously.
Not to be left out, undone, or forgotten in any fashion, Aenaria shows up. She's rather easy to spot in a crowd, and the heavy duster she wears with the TITAN emblem on the back can leave a lasting impression. She wanders around a little bit, taking stock of who is there, waving to people she knows, and meandering plenty for the time being.
Grishk enters the ornate Throne Room and looks about, sipping from a flask before seeing the bar, his pre-game being over as he heads for it. Giving a glance and nod to others as he passes. The spice selection seemed exquisite as well, so after getting a drink of straight liquor, he heads to see whats 'on the table'
Seated near the dais of the great one herself but unchained is a Zeltron, blushing pink in the low light. Blushing happily with the spice she has just tongued. She has covered her breasts in a band of blue transparent silk, leaving midriff bare down to the the skirt that brushes her upper thigh. Shoes are kicked off unto the step below her, she likes dancing barefoot. "Lady, should I -share-?" she asks looking up into her awful maw.
The shock of yellow gown on magenta skin is just Usha being slowly carted around on the arm of a finely built and scantily clad slave. The assistance is greatly welcome considering she's walking around with a limp, which matches her bandage covered limbs and the healing black eye on her face. And despite all her injuries, she's still got a dimply grin on, ready to party. Though she's mostly here to work. When you have a job like her's, what's the difference? "Lady Turtugh," she says after slowly limping her way to the throne and standing next to Daven. "Thank you for allowing me to render my services this evening. I apologize for my appearance, but rest assured I'll be just as full of vigor as always." She certainly looks it. Because she's probably already on three different kinds of spice just to function.
A party like this brings all kinds of characters. Foreign dignitaries looking to make connections. Cartel elite and wannabe elite. And, apparently, blue-skinned waifs all dolled up in hot pink and feathers, this particular one arriving arm-in-arm with a luminously white echani. They're having what looks like a rather engaging conversation; Kari's smile is easy and warm, and she doesn't seem bothered at all by the glances that her getup is netting her. Ogling eyes are met with a wink, and there's at least one attempt to grab her ass, that's neatly shied away from.
Xan is dressed up for the occasion in a sweeping green toga, folds of soft flowing fabric tied off with a black ribbon at the waist and her shoulder on the arm of the pantoran (Kari). Her arms, calves, and one shoulder are laid bare, just waiting to blind anyone who sees her in the full light of...something, though in this light, the shock of lack of color in her skin is softened like she's just one more planetary body revolving through the party. White wavey hair curls off in wild directions just under her ears. A bit of a trim it seems. At her wrists and her neck are some gold accessories and she wears some black leather strappy sandals that wrap up to tie just above her achilles. Cool, silvery eyes survey the scene and totally miss the ass-grab attempt. "There Daven."
Turtugh looks to Daven and chortles amused, but agreeably. Apparently the turnout has this Hutt in a bright enough mood, but who even knows when that will change. "jee killee copah copah nobata..." Waving her hand invitingly as she gurgles the words out. Then looks to Dyannah, "pankpa ulwan jee. ulwan h'chu h'chu punyoo shag." The lady has her own, afterall.
Nix keeps an eye on the patrons, moving more off to the side. No one here is familiar enough that she wants to go to them for any reason. The hutt is intriguing, but its not the time to approach them for anything she may want to speak about. Granted, she does occasionally move that direction. "Lot of... people..." She grumbles to herself.
Grishk isn't dressed up, he wears his Ubese armor, though it seems he has attempted to wipe it off and the helmet is removed. He orders whiskey at the bar, though settles for whatever brown liquor is available. The words mentioned of a fighting pit perks his ears a bit, though this doesnt seem a place to go that route until inebriation kicks in. Despite the scantily clad people mingling and passing by, the Trandoshan makes no passes. He eyes the Hutt hosting, the drink is good. no reason to complain.
Daven has apparently been waiting for Kari and Xan's entrance. And stands for his cushioned lounge seat to taptap the tip of a vibroblade against a crystal flute. His voice booms from speakers as the music softens.
"Lady Turtugh welcomes all of her guests to the Star Wind. For a night of indulgence, decadence, and hedonism. General reckless good fun."
Above him, a holoprojector shimmers to light with two images, one of landscapes of various sections of the ship, and beside it a map of where to go and what level it is on. "We have a ballroom for quiet conversation, dancing and general relaxation." A flash to a sandy pit surrounded by uplifted seats. "The Combat Arena, which we have decided to open due to requests. Shockboxing will be open to all. Betting stations will be available."
Then another to the casino floor proper. Sabacc tables all sequestered away for high rollers. And various other games. "The gaming floor. Where you may find the most delightful slaves to wait upon you as you win obscene amounts of credits." A smirk twitchs upon his lips at that. Yes. Win. "Lady Turtugh will take approachers throughout the evening. Or until she decides you are being boring. Enjoy yourselves."
Kisaiya is dressed for the occasion! Honestly! Okay, maybe not, but it's the best thing she has. A long skirt, a dress shirt and vest, and - of course - her boots. The boots are of the combat variety, stopping about mid-calf with laces. They're mostly hidden under the skirt though, except when she moves too much, then they peek out from the bottom hem or the cut along the side.
Kisa is, of course, looking about as if she's on a mission. In her case, this mission is trying to find her sister - probably one of the only other Sephi's here. A whip of her head one way, a whip the other! Wait, was that silver hair by the caf station? No. Just a trick of the light. Bar the bar?! Maybe, but maybe not. OH GODS! BY THE CHOCO FOUNTAIN?!
Having secured her fluted glass of booze, Naiya wanders the floor of the Throne Room a little bit, her neck craning to look up at the glass ceiling and the view of space and beyond that it offers before her attention snaps back towards the Hutt's designated announcer, glancing towards the holographic projection, then back, a little light gleaming in her eyes at the comment of a gaming floor that actually promises you'll win.
Kae is somewhere! Yup, probably lucky for Kisa she couldn't find burlap and a couple small led lights.. She'd be causing all kinds of mayhem at this point. Still though, Kae currently has a large plate, where she's filling a mug full of liquid choco.... Yup, she's found her indulgence.. In her other hand? Well it's another mug full of something!!! Kae Soon has a third large cup, she asked a droid to get for her and well she's mixing! Hot choco and this other, rather dark looking substance that smells amazingly like Caf.... As soon as she gets it mixed she grins silently and holds it up! Holy grail! It's liquid choco and caf! All mixed up! She then lowers the thing and begins to sip some...
Then her eyes catch another head of silver hair... Recognizing the person, Kae is soon trying to guzzle down the massive drink of choco and caf concoction rapidly! Where else is she gonna get so much for free!!!
"I want hookah," Xan announces to no one in particular as she tries to lead Kari through the minefield of temptations. "You dance uh," She lifts her finger to swirl it around next to her head, "Or sober?" If Kari stops with some slave to get a little something-something, Xan will not deter her. She's wiser than that. Her eyes linger around around the room, trying to cancel out all the scarcely clothed slaves to see who is in attendance, people she knows, people she doesn't. Her gaze sweeps over to Aenaria for a moment before she's off to boldly push past everyone and exclaim, "Hi Lady!" with way more exuberant warmth for a Hutt than anyone should really have.
Naiya Tan will spot the half mummy, half Zeltron that is the injured Usha make her way across the room at some point, and she'll pull herself from the space-dome, and move towards the bar where Usha and Grishk are and come up to a spot near Usha, "Heya Pink." the blue Twi'lek says in greeting, "I was wondering, that other night at the palace, I sorta drank a lot and woke up someplace weird.. do you remember what exactly happened that night, or..?" she takes a drink from her glass, then looks up at the Trandoshan fellow in his armor, flashing a smile his way as well. "Hello." She'll throw in as greeting before looking expectantly back towards Usha.
"I dance however I can get it," Kari intimates to the echani woman, curving her a smile as a horned zabrak slave sidles up to them with offerings. Xan is left to greet the Lady on her own for the time being, while the be-feathered pantoran pauses to accept a hit of glitterstim shared tongue to tongue. Then, laughing, she pivots and marks a path toward Dyannah. Zeltrons practically have their own built-in homing beacons after all.
The blast of a three-mouthed trumpet announces the arrival of Gooza the Hutt, who is carried into the Throne Room on a velvet palanquin. "Announcing Lord Gooza, Labor Lord of the Hutt Cartel!" A Twi'lek slave belts out the words as the entourage carries Gooza toward a plush, pillowy sitting area. With a satisfied and deep laugh, the Hutt begins to disembark the palanquin and take up his place on the velvet cushions.
"Hahahah." As Gooza lowers himself down, he pours a heavily-carbonated, green libation down his throat from what appears to be a four-liter tankard. Part of the liquid runs down the gastropod's torso, and he lets out a loud and unapologetic -belch-. "It's a real party now that Gooza's here! Hahahah! Dance! Drink!" He takes another gulp of the intoxicating green substance, as if to punctuate his words.
Given time, Nix loosens up and makes her way to the edge of the dance floor. She gives plenty of people strange looks, as if she is scanning the crowd for certain types of suspicious people. Why, exactly, is hard to say. But she is known as a bounty hunter. Might be spotting marks for the future. This is, afterall, a Hutt party. Hutt parties are known to draw in some particularly... deviant folks. However, she spots Kisaiya and Kaelyn and upon doing so approaches. "Hey. Fancy seeing you two here."
Grishk looks over to Usha and smiles "Yeah, that was pretty crazy, I am Grishk" He announces casually, to Usha as well as Naiya with a nod as he sips. "Ashamed I lost the fight, but he was a good opponent, there is always someone better. Unless you are Grom it seems" He chuckles a bit and finishes his drink, signaling for another while indulging in some spice.
Daven turns aside from the upraised dais where he gave his little speech and steps down. To meet a slave and lift a small glass of whiskey. The finest. The finest. What to do now. Many manners of people approaching Turtugh for 'just a word'. To pay respects. Thats boring for him, and he turns to watch Gooza's arrival and give a half nod. As if the hutt could see him.
But dancing girls are here! Daven leans against a table to watch Dyannah and whatever other slave has decided to join her. A swath of dancing girls is far from enough to make Daven miss Kari's approach and eyebrows lift as she saunters up...then glance away. Where is that trouble, meddlesome, exasperating..Ah. Tunic Green Xan. "Xan!" A quick wave. Good. Xan is wearing the clothes that Daven told Kari to tell Xan to wear.
Turtugh is genuinely pleased to see the arrival of the Labor Lord. Thus far she has been the sole Hutt present and therefore a required sort of place holder, but now she's free to indulge in food until it puts her into a coma... as god intended.
There isn't enough trouble here, it requires trouble.
And trouble cannot exist at the same place and time as a Turtugh.
"NonononONONO!" Kisa's voice is on the rise, and it's no surprise as to how Nix might pick her out. Kisaiya had, after all, just spotted her sister starting to down a very large mixture of what surely would make the younger Sephi quite hyper. "NONONO!" She continues bolting, trying to catch her before- And Kaelyn jut lowered the cup empty.
"Oh ~no~." The word dripped with something that definitely wasn't fresh. Her hands come up to cover her face, and the sound of crying - though no tears are made - might be heard if someone were close enough to the sister. "Oh No-o-o-o." This one long and crooning, ending on a downward note, just in time for Aenaria to join them.
Her hands dropping away back down to her sides, Kisaiya looks to Nix and lets out a sigh, "Oh, hello, yes it is a fancy place to see us. We see you too here at this fancy place as well." Maybe, just maybe, it went over Kisa's head as she's trying to figure out how much her sister did just drink.
Usha's attention is pulled away from the Trandoshan a moment when a familiar voice approaches. "Well well well," she gives Naiya a grin in greeting and looks the Twi'lek up and down. "Not only do you look ready to have fun, but you sound it as well." She twiddles at a jingly bead on Naiya's skirt to illustrate her point. "I remember bits and pieces, but I too woke up in my bath tub after who knows how many hours. Very fortunate that I didn't drown." She lets out a hardy laugh about very potentially deadly situation.
"Ahh yes, but this is Grishk. Grishk, this is Naiya," the busted up Zeltron introduces her present company. And with some sympathy she does say to the Trandoshan, "Yes it is a shame, but you certainly helped put on a good show, I'd say. Go on and tell Naiya here about your performance in the fighting competition. I'm all talked out about it."
"OoOoohoh," the Zeltron sings to herself, hips keeping the heavy bass beat. And she lets herself flow to the music, arms over her head and natural perfume in a swirl about her. She flashes a smile to Kari and moves to place herself close enough in front of her to get brushed by the occasional feather. Head back and then down, she grins to Kari and croooons her little song.
Naiya Tan gives a big grin at Usha, "Thannks! So do you!" She exclaims to the Zeltron before turning her attention back to the Trandoshan, where she will reach a hand out towards Grishk as well as a bright smile, "A pleasure to meet you, Grishk." She says in greetings to the man, "So, you're a great Shockboxer or something than?" she asks, glancing sidelong after and she nods at Usha, "It took me ten minutes to find where I left my top, which is good because well, it was rather busy outside it sounded like." She doesn't elaborate
Kae blinks and sees Kisa just kinda freeze in place... She then is suddenly all smiles when she notices something else. These little gold foil-wrapped candies... Probably rather expensive by the looks of em... She smells one and suddenly her hands go into the air and she happy flails, trying to get Kisa, and now Nix to come over to where she's at!
"Lookie what I found, it's choco, a whole table of it! All different kinds!!!" She zooms, How fast she's moving might be pretty crazy, least before one accounts the fact that she's downed a mug of raw sugar and caffein the size of her noggin... She beams and shoves the candies into Kisa's hands "You sooo gotta try this, We like so can't afford this!!!" She says cheerfully, then she nods to Nix "Howdyhihi!!!" She says, still waving a short bit after she started... She then hands Kisa the large mug "And they let me fill this all the way to the brim with half and half liquid choco and caf!!!"
Xan seems a little lost when Gooza upstages her greeting to the Lady of the evening. She looks around, noticing Kari doing her thing, Daven and his whiskey. "Kari you dance for us tonight?" she asks when the pantoran approaches Dyannah. She's already checked the Pantoran out like a thousand times since she saw her in the outfit, all her chilliness seeming to melt away with the promise of the evening. She looks around for a hookah, any hookah, or maybe some glitterstim, though to others she just looks a little lost.
Kari pivots on her toes and flicks her hips, literally shaking her tailfeathers at Dyannah as they dance with inches to spare between them. Once she's facing the zeltron woman again, she leans in with knuckles to her cheek, to whisper something soft. Then shimmies away again, shifting liquidly to a slink that's aimed toward Daven and Turtugh's general vicinity. It's a wide vicinity. "Your wish, my darling, is my command," she tells Xan, blowing the echani a kiss on her way by.
