Log:Milk makes it all better

Milk makes it all better

OOC Date: June 12, 2018
Location: The Lost Circus
Participants: Trillian Taim, Naelyn, Vasani, Darius Wildes, Usha

The Lost Circus... not all who come need to be lost to enjoy the festive ambiance. The delicious scent of half a dozen mixed fried delicacies fills the air, delighting the senses in mouthwatering anticipation. Overhead, a chaotic mix of silks and ribbons brighten the interior of the huge tent, lending a festive atmosphere. The Circus is closed to the public currently, and many of the workers mill about, maintaining the grounds, practicing their acts, generally being circus folk.

In the center ring, the slight form of Trillian Taim stands several paces away from a wooden board. She stares at the board, deep in concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out unconsciously from the side of her mouth. Overhead, she holds the tip of what looks like a silver knife, glinting under the lights. She whips her arm down suddenly, the knife flipping end over end, streaking towards... and completely past the wooden target. It clangs loudly on the ground, and Trillian winces before waving a hand in apology to a passing circus worker. Sighing heavily, she goes to retrieve her blade.

"It's really, really cool. The food smelled so good, and the costumes were amazing Spots. Once Koyi and your family are settled we -have- to bring them here. " Darius Wildes, Captain of the Spectre, and producer of Grom Ropes says to a blue Twi'lek next to him. What are Grom Ropes you say? The next big thing, that is what they are! Stepping into the festive ambiance, not even paying attention to if anything is closed or not, Darius takes a loud smell of the air. "See? That right there, I didn't get to try anything last time I was here and c'mon, let's go, let's go!" He starts to tug onto Vasani's hand. Usually Vasani only sees Darius this excited when he is playing with his toy collection.

Vasani needed no pulling, she was just as excited as Darius once she got a view of the place. Food? Bright colors? Fun and exciting stuff? Vasani questions if she should have just joined a space circus instead of becoming a smuggler. As she looks around excitedly following behind Darius, she spots a familiar face! "Trill!!" She waves with her free hand and watches the throwing knife go awry. "Ya tryin' our fer the show or somethin? Ooh, ooh! Can I try throwin one too?"

Trillian looks up surprised, hearing her name. She immediately spots the blue Twi'lek bouncing down the aisles towards her. Behind the exuberant Vasani, she spies young captain Darius practically floating on the fumes of the fried mushroom cakes. "Vasani!" calls out Trillian, waving her hand with the knife in it before realizing it, and hastily fumbling it, trying to sheathe it in one of the holders on a thin vest that she's wearing. She misses a couple of times, but finally manages to get it secured. "Sorry!" she bobs her head sheepishly and makes her way over to give Vasani a quick hug, and waving at Darius. "Captain Wildes," she says, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"Tril Bill!" Darius says turning around to look at Trillian, his nose still directing most of where he looks by the different kind of food smells. "Oh, hey, so you perform here? Tril!" He looks at Vasani quickly, giving her knowning smirk, before jumping to take one of Trillian's hands if she'd allowed. "Are you, like, a famous performer? Are you on holovids!? I bet you are! Spots, can you believe it? Our play Tril-tastic the vid star! The great Triliian the fierce, how'll she lure you in with those innocent eyes and then cut out yer heart with those wicked fingers. Oh yeah, I loved that holovid I remember it now. Dontcha remember how great Tril Kill was in it Spots?" And the bullshit begins.

"Ya say sorry a lot. Don't ya know you're perfect?!" Vasani playfully teases and hugs Trillian back before quickly picking up on the play Darius is pulling. "Oh, the great and wonderful Trillian Taim!! We are huge fans, really! Will you sign my lekku?" Vasani lifts up one lekku in her hands toward Trillian. "It's been my life dream to meet the spectacular stunning Trillian of great circus fame!!"

"As delicate as a crystaline spectre of snow, yet as irridescently pure as a precious pearl. She takes not only her beauty with her when she takes to the skies, but also her bird like ease of way as she navigates through space as effortlessly as the finds her way through the steeliest of hearts to touch if only for a second..." The soft and lilting voice, with his heavily accented Basic sounds from above where a slender figure wearing only a pair of fitted black practice shorts, leaving his toned torso and the hints and peeks of his golden tattoos around his waist, on his arms, etc are showing as he on a platform high above the others, swinging on a trapeeze thoughtfully as he falls backwards, legs still hooked over the bar to keep him secure. His long hair has been pulled back and secured in a bun at the nape of his neck. Naelyn continues to purr his compliments. "...tis many the merits of Mistress Trillian..."

Trillian blinks at Darius in surprise as he seems to have concocted an entire holovid catalog for her supposed acting career. She holds up her hands, protesting and flushing bright red. "Oh... um... no no... I don't think... um... I mean... I don't think that's right at all!" she manages to splutter out. She shakes her head at Vasani, her black hair whipping back and forth. "Oh... no... I've never... um... I've never been on holo before... I mean... I don't think I cou... I mean... I'm... I'm just plain old me... um..." Trillian trails off, her face burning bright red. She exhales a long stream of air trying to settle her jittery nerves before looking back at the grinning pair. Looking up at Naelyn, swinging to and fro above her, she flushes again, fanning herself. "Naelyn, you're not helping! You're all crazy. I'm just... plain... plain old Trillian..." she mumbles to herself. "And I still can't get this crazy thing to work," she complains upwards. "I'm doing everything you told me to do, and I still can't get it right." She pulls the knife from it's sheath clumsily again and tries to get into position in front of the target, placing her foot just so, and raising the knife above her head just so... and woodenly standing there puffing in and out trying to control her breathing.

"What is this? The great Tril Tril, femme fatal of Felucia, is rejecting her fans? " Darius gives obvious fake hurt, grasping at his chest. "And we've travelled all the way from Backwars out-of-the-way desert planet IV to see our true hero and we are cast aside? " Then as Naelyn appears with his acrobatics and more poetic description of her, Darius let's out a small whistle and smiles at him and then back at Trillian to hint he is joking. "Oh, hi Naelyn! See, what did I tell ya Ve he has a way with his tongue just like you. Fantastic, bravo!" He gives a clap. "Naelyn this is the fiance, Vasani, in true blue person. Ve this is Naelyn. His cool ranking is probably higher than Hex's. Probably." Thoughtful nod.

"Don't say that bout yerself!! Yer not just plain ole Trillian, you're Trillian the great!! Trillian the magnificent!!" Vasani cheers her friend on as she watches her get ready to throw the knife. "Oh?" she looks up, watching Naelyn do his tricks and claps along with Darius. "Hi Naelyn!!!" She yells up to him, waving even though he most likely can't wave back while doing acrobatics. "He might outrank Hex on the cool scale, but he doesn't outrank Trillian!" she turns back to giving Trillian the pep talk of the century. You go this!! throw that knife girl!!

There is a soft sigh as Naelyn, uses his momentum to swing a few more times and then he in a fluid motion releases his grip with his legs, seemingly falling off of the trapeeze, only to flip into the fall and hit the safety net back first. Then he's sliding off of the net to approach the people gathered. The androgynous man/woman/person just bows deeply. Once to Darius and once to Vasani. "Master Darius." He greets softly and then to Vasani, he switches smoothly to Ryl. "Mistress Vasani." Comes a traditional Twi'Lek greeting before he switches back to Basic when he turns back to Trillian. "Deep breath, little one. Deep breath. Relax your stance. Feel the weight of the blade in your hand, and adjust your grip so that your touch is delicate, gentle...the blade is in charge, you are here to support its journey, like guiding a throttle." His voice takes on a softly tone, almost whispery as he stands behind Trillian.

Trillian closes her eyes, swallows and shivers unconsciously as Naelyn whispers his way around her. When she opens them again, her green eyes glitter as she exhales slowly and whips her arm down again. The silver knife streaks end over end half a foot over the target and clatters on the ground somewhere further away. Trillian looks crushed. "Well... at least it flew in FRONT of me this time..." she mumbles, and shuffles off after the errant knife. "Sorry, Naelyn... I'll do better next time..."

Darius stands with the others in the Prisam watching as Trillian attempts knife throwing. As Naelyn bows to both him and Vasani he gives a nod but doesn't speak for once just listens as he gives advice to Trillian. As the knife goes wide Darius leans in to whisper to Vasani. "Hey my Esh'babila" Nope that is not how you say the Ryl word love. Eskaa'lia. "You ever think you might wanna join the circus?"

"Nice ta finally meetcha, Naelyn! OOOH SO CLOSE!!!" It wasn't, but Vasani cheers anyways. She stands up on her toes, leaning against Darius to whisper back to him. "I think I already shoulda joined the circus." She goes back down to her feet. "Trill, can I try throwin' one?" Vasani asks. Maybe this will be her circus debut.

"Mm." That is all Naelyn says to that as he tilts his head to the side thoughtfully and his full lips curve in a hint of a smile. He just folds his hands behind his back and turns to look between Vasani and Darius. "Form a line, please. Every one will practice today. In an age where people have become so reliant on blaster and lasers, it is rare that people have a ntaural skill for dancing with mundane and achaic weapons such as knives, however....if you can master such a dance, or even keep up. You may find yourself humming a new tune." He nods slightly to gesture for Trillian to retreive the knives and return. "Mistress Vasani. You are up first."

What in all of Nar Shaddaa /is/ this place? That is what Usha is asking herself as soon as she enters the grounds of the Lost Circus. It's partly because the place drips with things found in creepy children's tales. It's also because she's tripping balls. Waddup. With her sunglasses over her face, she takes one hesitant step after another, fearful that the colors might swallow her up. So the next natural thing to do is join a group of people, because there's strength in numbers right? "Uhm okay...," she says at Naelyn's direction and joins the queue for knife throwing, which she wasn't invited to. "Is this the line for the bathroom?"

Trillian jogs back to the waiting Vasani, holding out the hilt of the knife to her. "Of course! You can't do worse than me. As far as I can tell, the object is to get the pointy end in the thing over there." Trillian grins at Vasani and steps out of her way. "You can do it!" she hoots, pumping both fists abovs her head. As she moves backwards into the line, she bumps into a slight Zeltron wearing sunglasses. "Oh... um... no... this isn't the line for the ... wait... who are you?" Trillian stammers, and then apologizes for bumping into her. And then apologizes for apologizing... and then apologizes for that... this could take a while...

Darius laughs as Naelyn instructs them to form a line and looks down to the two blasters strapped to his thighs. Yep, he is a man of a few skills, and knife throwing isn't one of them. But hey, what is the worst that could happen? "Well, this is where the fun begins. "He watches as Ve goes to step up and then stays still as a Zeltron moves in front of him to get into knife throwing fun. "I know you. " Darius mumbles with a smirk and then as a Usha asks the question he grins. He moves to wrap an arm around Trillian, to help end the apologizing. "Don't worry, don't worry, Tri-baller. It is okay to let this her in on the secret. You see we are in line for the VIP bathroom! Only trick is you have to perform one, of many, circus tricks to get in. Very exclusive, but -very- worth." He nods over and over, looking to find Trillian's gaze hinting to nod with him. Yep, keep nodding. Everyone NOD.

"Oooh I can dance!! I'm good at dancin'! Does than mean I'll be good at knife throwin'?" Vasani responds to Naelyn as she bounces next in line, ready to take her turn. "Oh, hi!! Welcome ta circus training 101! Reward: BATHROOM!" She greets Usha before taking the knifes from Trillian. She gets ready, taking time to aim. She's got this. Especially with Trillian cheering her on!! 'Wait, I did something wrong...' She thinks to herself. Vasani didn't let go of the knife until too late. Looks like she just embedded it into her own foot. "KNIFE!?" She exclaims, panicking and bouncing around, not in an excited way this time as she tries to relieve pressure from her now stabbed foot.

Thankfully, the circus is mostly closed today that means...people can come in to seek safety and food and what not, but mostly performers are tending to refugees or the poor, or practicing routines and the like. The Sephi Hybrid who runs things, is currently wearing a pair of fitted black practice shorts...and nothing else, his super long hair pulled back in a low bun and his shimmer golden tattoos peeking out or exposed at this time as the androgynous creature coaches softly.

Naelyn just takes a deep breath as he looks from person to person. There is a slow blink as he processes Usha's arrival and just bows deeply. "Oh, and fresh beauty yet arrives. This is not the line for the facilities, dear one but you are welcome to join us." His voice is soft and lilting but his Basic is so accented his rr and sss sounds are purred. Then he has to quickly look over to Vasani as she throws the knife and his lips part with a soft exhale of disbelief. Slow blink and he quickly make shis way towards Vasani, kneeling down near her foot. "The key is to actually release the knife, stand still dear..ah, Little Pearl, can you please go and fetch a med kit from the volunteer outside, thank you..."

Usha blinks between Trillian's apologetic truth and Darius' unabashed lies. Which one does she believe? "I'm uhm....uhm," she snaps her fingers trying to remember her name, "I'm Usha. Who are you, again?" She's never met the girl before though, so not sure why she's throwing in the again. Clearly, she hasn't had enough drugs yet, because her skepticism flares up at Darius. "I mean ... I don't /really/ need to go to the bathroom that badly... Do you Darius?" she picks a knife up because she's likely next in line. Her sunglasses are removed from her face so she can inspect it, but it reveals instead her pupils which are as wide as plates. "So I just ... throw it?"

Trillian stares at Darius, at first shaking her head, but then changing it to nodding as he ... possibly winks at her? Either that, or he's got a facial tic that he should get looked at. She turns back to Usha, nodding... but not knowing why and giving her a half shrug and an apologetic look. Trillian swings back to the target just in time, looking in horror as Vasani manages to skewer her own foot. "Oh no! Ve!" she shrieks and rushes over to the Twi'lek's side, narrowing dodging flailing arms... but not the lekku, which SMACK... hits her upside the head. Trillian spins around, seeing stars and pinwheeling her arms, somehow managing to trip over her own feet, falling backwards. "Oh! Medkit, right! I can get that!" says Trillian, rubbing her behind where she fell. She stumbles to her feet and manages to take a few steps towards the edge of the tent, before turning her head to check on Vasani and bumping into one of the tent supports. Apologizing, she bobs her head and rushes out in search of a medkit.

Darius Wildes says, "Feir'Frek" Darius grumbles out a Mandalorian swear out of reflex, a word he has heard man times from a certain family member whenever she was watching him. All joking with him has been dropped. "Ve, stop moving, let Naelyn see it!" Does Naelyn know medical stuff? Darius has no idea, but he sure as hell doesn't. Plus, Naelyn is in those shorts and kind of looks like a life guard. That is close enough to a doctor right? "Of course, Vekers has to be away on business when this happens. How deep is it?" He avoids the flailing and is able to get his hands onto Vasani to hold her still. More so for the future. Someone is gonna have to pull that out. Unfortunately, Usha is forgotten by Darius as he zones in on his stabbed blue fiancé."

"Feir'Frek" Darius grumbles out a Mandalorian swear out of reflex, a word he has heard man times from a certain family member whenever she was watching him. All joking with him has been dropped. "Ve, stop moving, let Naelyn see it!" Does Naelyn know medical stuff? Darius has no idea, but he sure as hell doesn't. Plus, Naelyn is in those shorts and kind of looks like a life guard. That is close enough to a doctor right? "Of course, Vekers has to be away on business when this happens. How deep is it?" He avoids the flailing and is able to get his hands onto Vasani to hold her still. More so for the future. Someone is gonna have to pull that out. Unfortunately, Usha is forgotten by Darius as he zones in on his stabbed blue fiancé.

Vasani pouts, giving Darius those puppy dog eyes she does. "Dareeeeee my foot!" Like he didn't see it. She does her best to stay still in hs arms, but also is balancing on one foot while lifting up her other stabbed foot. " 's there like a seat er somethin'? That'd make this easier... owwwww..." she whines in pain, still attempting to keep her foot lifted so Naelyn can look at it.

Naelyn just takes a deep breath, inhale...exhale and then nodding slowly to himself. He gesures towards the benches. "Master Wildes, settle down with your love and a medic will come to see to you. We'll also make sure you get something sweet, will that be good Mistress Vasani?" Then he exhales softly and looks back over to Usha and Trillian. "Lesson one, do not drop the knife on your own foot. It is...highly highly uncomfortable and will cripple you in the moment of a crisis." He gesures towards Usha to throw it.

Usha blinks again at all the commotion. The world feels like it's moving slow as various folks flock to poor Vasani's side, and she must slow along with it. "Don't drop the knife...," she mindlessly repeats Naelyn's words, only half registering them. "Well ... If I'm going to do this right, I can't use this knife. The weight feels all off." She tosses the sharp tool to the ground on the side and instead turns to the Twi'lek.

In one, confident motion, Usha pull the knife from Vasani's foot like King Arthur claiming Excalibur. "Yeah this one feels much better." And with /very/ little thought, she dramatically winds up her throw before chucking the bloody knife toward her target. Only, she's too high to realize that she actually dropped it during the wind. On Darius. Or more acturately INTO Darius. That's gotta be a healthcode violation.

Trillian rushes back in with a medkit and a hapless medical technician in tow. Pointing proudly, but somewhat frantically at Vasani, she's just in time to see Usha pull the knife from Vasani's foot, a small spurt of blood shooting into the air and splattering the surrounding area, wind up, and promptly stab Darius. Trillian shrieks in horror, throttling the poor medical technician. Everything is going horribly wrong, and deep down inside, Trillian is absolutely convinced that it's her fault. She bites her bottom lip worriedly and wrings her hands, trying to quell the nervous, yawning sensation in her stomach.

Darius is melted by those puppy dog eyes. He wiggles out of his vest and then hands it to Vasani. "Just keep this around it for now, so you don't bleed everywhere." Though then there is Usha unsheathing a blade and with an expected scream from Vasani, Darius scoops her up like a Princess and turns away. "Okay, okay I think that has been enough fun for Spots today." Darius says though he pauses before he can step away. A strange sensation in his bottom. This isn't Twi'lek appreciation day so why would.

"Is.. Is there a knife in my ass?" Pause. "Yep, there is a knife in my ass. Well, ya know, I think it is time Kai'Vek makes a damn house visit to his own damn house. " A pause. "No-one touch the knife in my bum, just leave it in. Yep, I'll walk it off. Walk off to the Spectre. Yep, you want cake love, let's get cake?" He then starts to butt limp out of the tent. Totally still rescuing the damsel though. He is the Disney Prince.

Vasani puts the vest on instead of dirtying it with blood. How could she ruin one of Darius' precious vests? But then- "AARGHHH" Vasani lets out a high pitched scream as the knife is pulled from her foot. Oh nice, look at all that blood everywhere. Whoever has to clean up the circus is probably going to be very confused. "OW OW owwwwwweeee!" she grabs onto her foot, trying to subdue the pain. Oh look! Trillan is back! and with a doctor! "DARIUS WILDES" She scolds him like she is his mother. "Turn this stabbing train around and bring me to them right now! butalsoyesIdowantcake" she mumbles the last part.

A hand moves to cover his mouth as Naelyn just watches the comedy of errors unfold. From the knife being wrenched free in a not-safe way, to the blood spraying and creating more work for the janitorial staff, to little Trillian witnessing such horror even as that damn knife ends up wedged in someone's arse and the Sephi Hybrid just blinks slowly. Hands move to his hips as he just gestures towards the medic and sighs softly, gesturing for them to follow after Darius and Vasani. "Get them a tent in the camp, see to their wounds, we'll retire to the tent and bring cake and synthesized milk product. Something sweet." Then he is approaching both Usha and Trillian, offering an arm to each. "I think its time we get away from all the knives, and on to more pleasant events. Foot massages and cake?"

"Where did it go?" Usha squints at her target in the distance, not being able to spot it the knife. She gives up after a moment and turns around to the pure panic about her. Luckily, she IS high enough so that her empathy sensors don't go crazy. But the aura does give her a bit of a headache. "Good grief, why so dramatic?" she frowns and the bleeding couple before putting her sun glasses back on. But her mood is much improved at Naelyn's offer and Usha looks the alluring creature up and down before giving a dimply smile. "Something sweet sounds /lovely/," Usha wrapping a magenta arm around his. Except not. She only thinks she does, but she instead walks off in some random direction that is not foot massages and cakes, talking to herself all the while.

Trillian trails along behind the injured couple, eyes worrying the whole time and lets herself be dragged along by Naelyn, looking for all the world as if she was a puppy who had been kicked. She winces as she looks at the knife handle sticking out of young Captain Wildes's posterior. Her fingers inch towards it hesitatingly, but it is waggling way too much as he swaggers... wait... missed a letter there... staggers ahead of them. She looks over at Naelyn with big sorrowful eyes, mouthing the words "I'm sorry," and then hanging her head as they move through the camp.

Well, what a day in the Circus. Though Defiance is the only word that needs to be said to explain everything that has happened this morning. Sitting on a cushion Darius powers out any lingering pain he may have had after the medic took care of him and Ve, as the Blue Twi'lek has nestled herself onto his lap. She is probably nursing a drink of some kind, between a bite of cakes, and instead of Slasst, Darius is now her emotional support animal. He himself has not taken anything to eat or drink yet

"So, I think, knife throwing isn't your forte my darling. Maybe, when your foot heals up, you can show Naelyn some of your dance moves instead?"

"I AM actually good at dancin'... unlike knife throwin'... not so good at that." Vasani says between bites of cake. "I'll bring ya some a my cakes next time too! I like ta cook. My specialty right now is Grom Cakes. Been makin' em for him when we go ta the fights!" What are Grom Cakes? that is a mystery for now. "I should learn some Tril Cakes and Nae Cakes. What kinda flavors you guys like?" she takes a sip of her milky drink, slurping it loudly. "This stuff is good! Thanks fer sharin' with us!" It seems sweets and cuddles (and also probably the medic) has changed Vasani's mood completely back to her normal peppy self.

Ever hospitable, Nae has made sure there's a clean and available tent to entertainin, cushions scattered so people can be comfortable. The cakes on the table along with a pitcher of something sweet and creamy and no doubt spiked with something, and then there's also a small pot of tea....

He's drawn on a light green and practically sheer robe over his shorts, and is currently lounging on his side, draped gracefully against the cushions as he with a free hand works on removing pins from the bun at the nape of his neck, slowly and methodically. He would've made sure Trillian got her own cake and whispered reasurances in her ear to practice in private before also giving her a glass of mysterious milk but for now he's listening and then blinks slowly. "I..." He trails off, questions like that are hard for him, he just bows his head politely. "I trust I would enjoy whatever flavors you chose to grace my palate with on that day. But I need no cakes, only for you to rest and be at ease as you heal."

The warmth and coziness... and relative quiet of the tent is catching up to Trillian, who lounges in a small ball on a pile of pillows. Halfway on the verge of bursting into tears from all the chaos, a few sips of the drink that Naelyn had pressed in her hands, and a content feeling of well-being and mild euphoria trickle it's way up, bubbling through her and causing a silly, small grin to be plastered on her face as she watches Darius and Vasani, nibbling on a small piece of cake. She has a sudden image in her head of Vasani madly baking on board the Spectre kitchenette, and pulling out a tray of small cakes that are cut into the shape of a cartoon-like Grom, teeth bared and carefully colored in with various frostings... She stifles a giggle, but it still manages to bubble through. Trillian blushes, and the room gets a bit wavy for a second before snapping back into reality.

"Grom said something similar, that is why he gets Ax Flavored cakes. So I'm sure Vasani will be creative enough to figure out your palate Naelyn. "Darius offers a smile and is lightly rubbing Vasani's upper arm as she is cuddled up against him. He glances over to Trillian. "Actually, Ve, Tril-tazal got a look at your creative center " Space Kitchen. "When I kidnapped her to bring me to a dusty, deserty, planet with no fun on it. Maybe that is what we should do, have a big dinner party on the Spectre? Grom has been waiting, and we have been meaning to have Hex and Kasia over after the tauntaun dinner. "

"Oooh yes!! A party! Yer all invited!!" Vasani throws her arm up in celebration before taking another sip of this delicous milk. "I'll make everyone's favorite food! Mmm.. this is really good." Another slurpy sip. Vasani relaxes further cuddling into Darius and the various pillows, her eyes only half opened. "I'll figure out whatcha like, Naelyn, it'll be yer favorite flavor ever!" Another bite of cake. "Hey whaddya think Slasst is doin' right now?"

There's a long pause before Naelyn speaks up softly, continuing to tug the bun free, letting her braid fall down his back. Then his hands are working to unbraid the hair slowly but surely as he listens. He takes a deep breath and lowers his eyes for a moment, then just nods slowly.

Trillian stifles another giggle and settles into the cushions more. Strange... she doesn't normally get this comfortable around other people... even her adopted Defiance family. Normally, there would be that voice in the back of her head telling her that something was horribly, horribly wrong... and it was probably her fault. Where's that voice now? Trillian furrows her brow for a minute, thinking about it. Oh... there it is. "Strange Voice in my head... why are you not chastising me??" she thinks to herself. The voice waves a disembodied hand and mutters something about being on a sanctioned union break. "Oh... I suppose that makes sense..." Trillian says to herself out loud. And takes another sip of milk. She perks her head up as Vasani mentions a dinner party. "Oh, I'd like that!" she says, grinning broadly. "Your ship is adorable!" She gushes. Which is pretty unusual for Trillian.

"I'm sure doing something stupid. That reminds me when we get back home we got talk about his candy addiction. I read that Varactyl are actually only supposed to eat plants my esh'shibula. " Darius nods with a smirk and then pinches the bottom of Vasani's chin. Noticing Trillian's change of attitude, Darius gives her a curious glance and then looks to Naelyn for a moment. He looks back to Trillian and think, how can he 'poke the bear' here? She is different, he is a little unsure why, but it must be taken advantage of.

"Hey, Tril-baller, I have a out of left field question. Do you dance? Ve is a great dancer, and I mean with her foot she needs to rest. I bet she was planning on showing Naelyn some sweet moves. It is a shame we are missing out on such a show, if only we could find a replacement." He trails off with a smirk.

"... makes sense?" Vasani turns her head to the side like those clips of puppies when they hear a weird noise, not sure what Trillian was talking about. "A dinner party'll be so fun! Hmm... Dare, d'ya think theres enough room on the Spectre for all of Defiance? I wanna invite EVERYONE!" Vasani is already planning the whole event in her head. "Oh, I can dance!! Vasani tries to get up to show an example, but immediately falls back down as she puts weight on her injured foot. "Shit. I can't dance I guess." She pouts, crossing her arms.

Naelyn bends a knee, laying back fully to extend a leg over his head, distractedly stretching before lowering his leg slowly and idly cracking his neck. There's a pause before he offers softly. "I think perhaps this evening has had enough entertainment..." He does not offer his own ability or lack of ability to dance though.

Trillian looks up at Darius in surprise. The voice that usually would have been horrified that somebody would suggest that she do something so out of character is having frozen, blended drinks with her conscience currently, so she looks up brightly (though possibly a little unfocused) and jumps to her feet. "Oh! I can dance! I mean.. sort of... a little... maybe..." Trillian straightens her sweater, pulling it down across her front and takes up a position in front of them. "Here... you'll need to clap for me though..." She holds her hands up and claps a quick rhythm of short and long notes. "Just keep that up...don't go too fast... I... I haven't done this in a while." She hikes up her skirt (heavens, Trillian.. showing too much ankle there!) and off she goes whirling around in an approximation of an old Corellian court dance. She makes it through the first part and then looks around towards Naelyn, holding out her hands and pulling him to his feet. "Naelyn, I need help with the second part..." she says by way of explanation. Her face is bright and flushed.

Oof. There is room love." Darius says as Vasani falls back onto him, a wince as he is reminded of the pain in his rear. "C'mon now Naelyn, we can't let a little foot and ass stabbing ruin the entire party can we?" As Trillian jumps up Darius' eyes light up. Those were the right things to say it seems. He starts to clap, trying to figure out the rhythm she wants and getting it completely wrong. She probably wants something more waltz-y, and Darius is all Jizz-pop. Yep, Jizz pop. That is what music is called in Star Wars.

Upon adjusting back to her comfortable position, Vassani joins in the clapping for Trillian. Woah she's so good!! When her foot is better Vasani NEEDS to ask her to teach this dance to her! Vasani is a good dancer, but most of her dances are typical 'Twi'lek Stripper' dances. As much awe as she has for Trillian, there's also a hint of 'Did Naelyn just pull his leg around his head??' in her thoughts. These people are so talented and cool! "Yeah, Yeah!! Join her Naelyn!! Dance party! Don't worry, me an' Dare got the clappin' part down!!" Do they though? Eh, whatever. VASANI has got the clapping part down at least.

Subtly, Nae's hand slips under a cushion to pull out a slender datapad and idly tapping information into it to start playing softly, the melodic accompaniement to the clapping that is taking place. There's an eyebrow raises a fraction at the invite from Trillian, but he's smiling softly, pleased to see Trillian coming out of her shell a bit. He rises to his feet smoothly, slipping out of his robe and letting it fall to the cushions as he pulls his hair over his shoulder so it doesn't get in the way as he reaches out for Trillian's hands, after bowing deeply.

And yes, Naelyn can dance, he moves with an effortless grace, but he's going through the traditional steps for the dance, guiding and leading where need be and nodding encouragingly.

Trillian is floating on air... at least, that's what it feels like... Half remembered steps come flooding back to her as she slips effortlessly into Naelyn's arms and the continues the courtly dance. If she was dancing before, under Naelyn's lead, it transcends mere dance into poetic improvisation. Her steps lighten, tapping a counterpoint to the stately music softly playing through the room. A raise of the hand causes her to twirl outwards, her body gliding through the space between them. Trillian half-closes her eyes, confident that Naelyn would catch her before she spins out of control. Another breath, another rise and fall, and she finds herself whirling around again. As the music draws to a close, she looks up at Naelyn, breathing slightly heavily and through half-lidded eyes. She suddenly flushes and pulls back, bowing her head slightly. "Oh... um... tha...thank you..." She returns back to her cushions, sitting down gently while fanning herself. "I... um... I hope that was ok..."

Music now? Better than their clapping and Darius seems to get the idea of how he is supposed to be doing that now. Naelyn is very good and this is a nice scene. Happy, and relaxing two Defiance members dancing in a courtly fashion for the entertainment of two others stabbed with knives. It is what family is all about. It would totally suck if, someone thinking they were adding to the moment, instead destroys it.

Darius clears his throat. He has this. "When I was a young kath hoouundddd." A loud, screeching comes from the young Captains throat. That is singing folks. Get used to it. It will obviously go perfect with this type of music and dance! Oh, wait it is over? They stopped dancing? You gotta commit Darius. Keep going. "I found my aroma lacked a certain appeal. I could clear the Savannah, after every meal!"

Vasani watches the dance between Trillian and Naelyn with sparkles in her eyes. It's so beautiful she could cry!! Okay, she might be crying just a tiny bit. Thats just because of the drugs though... and also because of the dancing. Wait- what is? She elbows Darius in the side. "Let them have their moment!" she hisses to him, but by the time she turns back to watch the dance again it is already over. "Another one!! Do another!! You guys are so PERFECT!! So beautiful!!" Vasani claps loudly to applaud their dancing.

Naelyn is there to dance /with/ Trillian, also probably the only one not buzzing but he's there for her, catching and swinging and twirling and such and when it ends and she steps away, he just bows deeply to her. HIs lips curl in a small smile before he moves back to retake his original seat, lowering himself down to sprawl elegantly against the cushions. The singing from Darius does not get even a blink, he's just quiet and watchful.

Trillian's prim and proper inner voices have figured out how to combat the euphoria that's spread warmly through her body. Flushed from dancing, Trillian shakes her head at Vasani. "Oh... no no... I... that's about all I know... I mean... I'd have to practice more if I wanted to do any more... I'm whoo! I'm out of shape." She fans herself dramatically, wiping her brow. "But thank you, Ve... I... It was my honor to dance for you all." She shoots a small, thankful smile over at Naelyn, bowing her head at the lithe dancer. "And Darius! Your singing was... um....was.... um...." Trillian bites her bottom lip for a second. "Uh... passionate. It was very passionate." She says, and grins weakly, nodding enthusiastically to make up for it.

"OOof. " Darius says, and the singing stops. For a moment. Darius takes in everyone's words. His eyes lock onto Vasani. "Itttssss my problem freee. PHILOSOPHYYYYY" He starts moving his body. Ow, ow ,ow butt wound. Butt wound! With that he falls back off of the cushion taking Ve with him to the ground. Not that it is far away. Under her body he looks at the top of the tent for a moment. "HAKUNA- Ow, ow." He grumbles but with a smile. The singing has stopped, and he is quite for a second. "Yeah, you guys do another dance, and I"ll do another song!"

"Noooooo!" Vasani calls out as she is pulled over with Darius. A response to the stopping of dancing, the falling, and the continuation of Darius singing. There's a lot to protest here. She gives Darius a quick kiss while they're on the ground before getting back up. "We can practice together sometime, okay? You teach me that dance an' I'll teach ya some a my dances!" As mentioned earlier, Vasani only knows twi'lek stripper dances, most likely something Trillian will never do ever.