Log:Reception At Wooka's
Reception at Wooka's
OOC Date: December 03, 2022
Location: New Alderaan
Participants: Ejnar Celchu, Vega, Zacara Saronno, Aryn Cortess, and Yuun
Wooka the Wookiee had the right idea when he set up this club; it raked in the cash faster than a Kinrath at a fresh kill, and he made out just as good as one. The double-tiered club/bar/restaurant is set up in that order, with the club and the bar on the lower levels, and the restaurant on the tier overlooking Bastion City's world-famous shores. And while the noise down in the club is heavy and pounding, churning out the youth's favorite music at blinding paces under blinding technicolor lights, the restaurant is perfectly silent, basked in the glow of a dozen oil lamps on the walls. Downstairs, the bar serves every type of drink that could be legally bought in a Republic world: Corellian ale, Alderaanian tequilas, and Kalarba's famous Fire Wine are local favorites.
Upstairs, the more refined tastes can find Vidantiin champagne and Fres wine, aged and imported from their natural worlds. Wooka has his office upstairs, and it almost seems like he's up there twenty-seven hours a Bastion City day, probably rolling in his countless piles of cash and laughing his furry butt off at the once-important Imperial Primitive Peoples Relocation Corps.
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
Lord Ejnar Celchu and Lady Vega Celchu (nee: Kae) Had just been married earlier in the day. It was a small private ceremony. The tabloid would call it regal and sophisticated considering the nascent Noble House's status. There were likely a few high profile guests, considering Ejnar's parents were Heroes of the Rebellion.
However, a larger reception was planned at Wooka's Place. House Celchu had invested a good amount off money and time into the Wookiee proprietor. The restaurant on the upper tier looking over the lovely beaches of Bastion City, the mountains there, and the setting sun had been booked out for the rest of the night. There was an open bar and a buffet style food service. A table with a wedding cake that was far too large for one person to carry and had to be pushed in on a hover table. Of course there was a separate table for gifts as well.
Ejnar was still wearing his uniform from the ceremony when he walked in, Lady Vega on his arm. "Apparently they've put us at the head table..." Of course they did Ejnar. You just got married. "I think Wooka even shut down the club for the night. Didn't want it getting too loud bellow us."
[ Vega (Ve)]
RND-1 was the most adorable ringbearer in the history of the Galaxy. Okay, that might be a little bias given he's Vega's droid. He's been freshly painted and his white is shining and the purple that is his trim is vibrant. He's all happy warbles and rolling after the couple after the ceremony.
Vega had worn black for her wedding. Because if anyone was expecting anything else they'd be sadly mistaken. The dress was simple, but elegant. The flowers that she held were in different shades of purple. She at least didn't find black flowers. Her father and her twin brother had been in attendance to the wedding. Her mom had be absent and there had been an annoyed look on Vega's face when she realized it, but she didn't let it stick around. She was all smiles and quiet thanks after that. She was quietly spoken most times and that's how she still was.
She gives a smile to Ejnar, "I mean, you are a newly wed." she tells him. "Aww, he didn't have to do that, we could have dealt with a bit of a ruckus." she tells him with a chuckle.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
Aryn Cortess has already arrived at the establishment without much fan fair. Occupying one corner of the room and holding a flute of something amber and sparkly, she expresses a very cheerful demeanor when the Bride and Groom arrive to their own celebration. When they walk in, there are several guests who begin clapping and cheering for them; Aryn must set her flute aside to join them. "Yes! Yes! Congratulations!" She says, her voice lost over the exuberance of the cheers. When it begins to die down to a chatter, Aryn picks her flute back up and brings it to her lips for a gentle sip.
[ Zacara Saronno (Zaca)]
Walking in with a gift box tucked under her left arm, Zacara Saronno is simultaneously dressed the part and not dressed the part for an Alderaanian wedding reception. Her dress isn't grand and regal and lacey or designer, but it IS a dress. A pale yellow sundress made off-world somewhere where the cotton is a lot cheaper extends down to her shins with slight embroidering along the hem. Her red legs can be seen just a bit before her black leather ankle boots take over, offering only a small heel and even smaller platform. It's her brown leather jacket that doesn't entirely fit the part, however, the cutting of a style often worn by scoundrels and smugglers, the sleeves not quite reaching her elbows and enclosed with little buckles around her biceps. And then there's the tattoos, of which her red, Espirion skin has many. She fits, but she also doesn't.
Walking up to the gift table first and foremost, she places her box down with the rest. A rectangular box with a little bit of weight, it fits in fine near the front. She takes a moment to scrutinize the other gifts as though trying to guess what's within them. Beside her, the red and yellow painted BB Unit chirps annoyedly at her, and though she can't understand a bit of binary, it's easy to assume that tone was telling her to quit nosing. "Alright, Gadg', alright! Let's go find Mama's Boy." She didn't issue the last two words in such a way as to be insulting, but rather in a friendly manner. Among this crowd it's unlikely anybody heard anyway.
Stepping away from the gifts with only a small stop to admire the cake with a quirked, pink brow, her green and yellow eyes look over the crowd for the stars of the show, easily finding them and making her way toward them. She isn't visibly armed, which isn't entirely uncommon for her. "Mama's Boy!" She says with a smile, approaching the couple and their droid. She offers a lazy, two-fingered salute to Ejnar, and dips her head a bit toward Vega. "Hey cool dress. Black? I'm totally in. I want to wear purple now for mine. You think they have Blue Novas?" The question is asked to Ejnar, of a recent drink she'd discovered onboard the Bail Organa.
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
Ejnar blushes slightly at the attention and cheering. He looks down and clears his throat. The Wedding had been easier to get through. Of course he could whisper how beautiful Vega was upon the alter to her. He didn't cry, but he did blush. You could hardly miss it with the white of his uniform. The colors of Bride and Groom seemingly reversed.
"That is true..." He offers his Echani wife, leaning over to give her a peck on the cheek. More cheering as he presents her to the crowd. Then a hand goes up to tell them to simmer down. "Alright alright. Back to your drinks. Thank you all for coming. Let's make a great night of it!"
That speech, right there, already took a lot of energy out of him. There was a nod to Aryn as she drank over in her corner. However, his attention waned when a server came over with a couple flutes of Alderaanian Campaign for the newly weds.
Zaca's approach catches him slightly off guard, quickly swallowing the entire flute in order to send some of his nervousness away. "Oh... Hey Bluff." He says, clearing his throat of the remaining bitter sweetness. "Yeah... I'm wearing the white. Means I'm the pure innocent one." He gives a smirk and a wink. "Vega, this is my Squad-mate and Wingman, Ensign Zacara Saronno. We just call her Bluff through. Bluff, this is my wife." Duh, "Lady Vega Celchu." Of course he left out that she was a Jedi but that might be evident to some.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
With everyone bid to return to drinks, the noise in the place goes back to a simmer, calm and rarely loud. Music is heard over the ambience, cheerful and catchy tunes and the staff are elegantly weaving between people to see guests served. Aryn is not among the crowd who rush toward the newly wed couple, she herself is swept into conversations about the recent court events and politics as more and more nobles migrate to New Alderaan to find their home. It's all clever banter, honeyed words, and posh laughter. Aryn spares a glance hoping her intended might be nearby, Lord Ban loved conversations like these, but alas her Green Knight was not to be found, it seemed!
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega's calm demeanor sticks with her. She's not really a social creature, so this is a big test for her. She blinks when there is cheering and then there is a wave to those in attendance. Aryn is given a wave and a dip of her head from afar. She then gives a look up to Ejnar, "So far so good." she whispers to him with a soft laugh. She then gives a nod of her head to Zacara, "I was going to wear purple originally, but went with black in the end since I didn't have a dress I could find in time." she tells the woman. "I think purple would look lovely as a wedding dress color." she smiles to that. "It's nice to meet you, Zacara." she tells her.
[ Zacara Saronno (Zaca)]
When the place got noisy and cheery, Zacara had been placing her gift down and checking out some of the others. In the present, however, her head bobs agreeably at the bride. "Purple would be good for my red skin I think! 'course, black goes with anything. But you look like you could pull any kind of dress off." For her part, it's not obvious to the Alder-Espirion pilot that the other is a Jedi. There could be multiples of Jedi in the room and she'd have no idea. Reading people wasn't her best talent - one of many reasons she's an awful smuggler. "Great to meet you, too, and Ejnar," she turns to face her squad mate. "You're definitely the pure one." With a look to Vega, she asks, "you know I've never so much as heard him swear?"
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
"Purple and Green are the House Colors. It would have been appropriate and my Mother might have been more pleased. However, black is an exception choice and as my Father said 'Reminiscent of the Shadowbird who adorns our coat of arms." Ejnar said in a way that almost made him sound like Bors. The thought crossed Lord Celchu's mind and he winced. Was he destined to ramble poetically in his waning years... even though Aldera Leader was only Five years his senior.
There is a raise of an eyebrow to Zacara's submission and a tilt of the head. "You haven't?" Which seemed surprising to him. "Then again, I don tend to keep it professional when we're flying about-"
Ejnar was interrupted by a husky voice coming between him and Vega. A buxom Blond in a red dress, "If you hear curses around Ejnar, It's usually me. Con-farkin-lations." Pyretta Blaze said giving Ejnar a big wet kiss on his cheek. Leaving the red lipstick she wore as a print against his cheek. And of course she had a sloppy one for Vega as well. She moved her way around and stopped to very literally check out Zacara. She offers the smuggler a wink, "Catch you later, Red." There's a wiggling of the fingers to Aryn before she's off to the Bar.
Ejnar blinks, always surprised by his Best Friend's behavior. He had smelt the pregame booze on her when she had kissed him. "S-Sorry." He stuttered to Zacara and his wife, "She's having a rough week. Found out her brother..." He cleared his throat and looked down sadly. He had promised to help her find him and had failed for the most part.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
Between passing people, Aryn spies a wave from Ejnar, then from Vega, and another from Pyretta! Each are returned in short order accompanied with an eager grin. Her conversation with a few nobles is drawn to a close when she says, "Perhaps, my Lords, we ought to table this for a more.. appropriate time. I do not know about the lot of you, but I came to celebrate a union not discuss the politics of this land bid." This conceives a number of apologies from the group she's speaking with, but Aryn waves it off. "No, no, I commend your enthusiasm for the topic, I am just not in the mood to speak about it. Enjoy your evening.." Aryn breaks away, taking a few measured steps and settling her empty flute upon a tray only to be handed a wine from an eager up-start winery representative. "Your Highness," she bids, bowing after the handoff. "Please enlighten me on the taste of this new delicacy. An attempt at the recreation of the Alderaanian white grape wine, the very same that the.." -- Aryn cuts in, "Organas used to grow in the plains of Old Alderaan. Where did you come by the seeds?"
"Ahhhh, a connoisseur of wine, I see."
"No," Aryn admits, testing the wine and showing a sour expression after. "My family runs its own vintage of Alderaanian wine. We have known the secret of white grapes for about a generation now. My Lord Father would find the origins of your grapes to be a topic of /great/ interest."
"Oh, I see your Grace, I .. I would have to ask our owners the origins of such. Did the wine at least meet your fancy?" Aryn shook her head no. "I find it is lacking, I think. Though I could not put a finger on it.. my Lord Father is more a man of wine, you see.."
[ Zacara Saronno (Zaca)]
When she's checked out by the lady in the red dress, Zacara's brows are high and her eyes surprised. "Yeah, see ya'!" She says with a small wave, peering curiously at the blond while she walks away and Ejnar comments on her. "Hey no biggie, kinda used to that." She looks to Ejnar. "Not my thing, but I'm sure it's not the last I see of her." The Alder-Espirion frowns then. "Hey, I'm sure it's not your fault." She pats him on the arm and then offers Vega a smile, dipping her head to her once more. The two muffin-shaped hair-buns in the back of her head arc through the air during the gesture. "Congrats again you two! I'll be back for cake. I need to go see if they have Blue Novas."
Making her way toward the bar, and aiming for the opposite direction from Pyretta, she puts her hands on the bar and thrums her fingers, leaning forward to catch the attention of one of the servers. "Hey! Looking for a Blue Nova." The well-dressed server furrows his brows, asking, 'A blue what now?'. Zacara throws her head back and groans. "Nevermind. Uh, give me a cocktail. Something tropical." Leaning her hip against the bar she looks at the snack dish of the Alderaanian next to her. Zacara's direct. Maybe rudely, she asks the lady mid-bite: "ooh that looks good! What is it?"
[ Vega (Ve)]
Ejnar says something that makes Vega look a little worried, "Did your mom not like the dress?" she asks him in a whisper. Because she focused on silly little things apparently. She gives his arm a squeeze as he talks on the shadowbird and things. "He is rather clean with the talking most times, I agree." she states to that.
Vega was definitely not expecting Pyretta to be drunkenly kissing people. When she kisses her cheek there is a recoil from Vega.
"Sorry." she states quietly.
"I'm sorry, Zacara." she states as she looks to her. She then goes quiet for the moment and watches things around them.
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
There's an old saying. It wasn't a wedding unless something awkward and drunken happen at the reception. Ejnar frowns at Vega's reaction and pulls her closer to him, arm around her shoulders. "Mother loved the Dress. She's just a stickler for tradition. However, my father reminded her of the Shadowbird. Black is a color of the house as well. It goes very well with Purple as you already know." A chaste kiss to the top of her head. Lord Celchu was more that a foot taller than his nascent wife, so when he curled her up against him she fit just so.
He nods to Zacara, "See you around Bluff. Thanks for coming." Then to Vega, "Sorry about Pyretta. I'll yell at her in the morning." He paused, "Maybe afternoon..." He thought of the Hangover she'd likely have.
He spotted Aryn speaking with some salesperson, dressed up in their best to fit in at a noble reception such as this just for the chance to speak to the Princess. "Come, my Love. Let's go see her Highness." He begins to lead his wife towards their blond Liege.
[ Zacara Saronno (Zaca)]
At the bar, Zacara had failed to get the name of her neighbor's appetizer dish and the lady had found her question so absurd that she got up and left. Zacara shrugs a shoulder gently. And then she realizes something. Grabbing her pale pink cocktail, she makes for the presents. Behind her, rolling alongside her feet, Gadget chirps an admonishment at her, though she ignores it until she gets to the present she had placed down. "Need to make sure they get this," she says mostly to herself and then looks back at where Ejnar and Vega had been only to realize they'd gone to speak with Aryn.
Gritting her teeth in a grimace, she tucks the present under her arm and stands in place, waiting to bring it to them. In her other hand she has a sip from her cocktail. A pair of nobility walk behind her as they move to inspect the gift display and as the pilot drinks her cocktail, she eavesdrops a bit. 'The Lord and Lady Celchu' were mentioned quite a few times, and though she couldn't entirely make out what the conversation was about, it seemed to be positive in nature. 'Her Highness' and 'The Princess' were also mentioned a couple of times and it's at this literal moment that Zacara realizes she should really make herself more presentable. Placing her mostly-finished cocktail glass down on one of the gift tables, she looks down at her dress and brushes away a loose fiber that had fallen from her jacket, then straightens the jacket itself and ensuring the buckles around the sleeves were passable. Gift still under her arm, she grabs it in a hand and makes her way toward the trio of Alderaanian nobles: the Celchus and the Cortess. [ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
"Well, I look forward to an audience with his Grace, the Duke." The wine-lady says to Aryn, inviting herself to the Grand Duke's court. Aryn just smiled and commented, "I am certain he would find time to taste the wine. He is always looking for an excuse to drink." Both ladies laugh, and Aryn is bid to take care, "Yes, be well." She says diplomatically. She passes the wine off the moment she steps by the person and /finally/ aligns with the approach of Lord and Lady Celchu. She dips her head slightly in greeting. "My congratulaaaaationnnnss, eeee! Very excited for you both. Where is the honeymooooooooon?" Aryn claps her hands eagerly, grinning and showing her meager age for a moment.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega gives a soft look to Ejnar, "No need to yell at her. I'm sure she didn't mean any harm." she states. She was more just not expecting it and it weirded her out a bit. She gives a soft chuckle and gives him a nod as he decides that they should go see Aryn, "That sounds like a lovely idea." she tells him. Her mood improves on the way over and she gives a respectful dip of her head to the woman as they approach. "Your highness." she greets her.
Then there is a blink, "Oooh. I knew we were forgetting something." she chuckles in reply to where is the honeymoon.
[ Zacara Saronno (Zaca)]
Gadget lets out a forlorn whistle of 'this won't end well' as Zacara approaches the trio of nobles. Having already greeted the newlyweds at the beginning of the reception, her greeting this time is for her princess. This time she lowers her head much deeper, her pink hairbuns all the way down to Aryn's shoulder level before she picks her head back up. "Princess," she says with a warm smile by way of greeting. Then, with a playful wink, adds, "Oh My." Relaxing her posture just slightly - apparently unsure of how to present herself around the princess, she rather abruptly thrusts the rectangular-shaped gift in her hand between the Celchus. "Wanted to make sure you got this!"
Whichever of them takes it, it's slightly weighty, but not overly so. The wrapping is certainly not professional, but effort was made. When it's unwrapped, it'll be revealed to be a pristine, half-crescent-shaped tooth of some kind. They'll also find it free of blemish and stain and it won't look like it was chipped anywhere. Zacara will explain, "for your wall or whatever kind of display. Came from a rancor!" There's a proud smile to follow that as though she'd somehow been involved in the sourcing of the tooth. She was, in a way: she was paid to smuggle tons of the things fairly recently, but the customer wouldn't notice one missing. Probably. Hopefully.
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
Ejnar gives a nod to the wisdom of his Wife. She was right, Pyretta was grieving and he knew that she'd pull her self out of it eventually and be back to her wiley, less drunk self. As they approach Aryn, he catches a bit of the conversation she's having with the wine maker.
As the Royal Jedi approaches them though he brings forth a smile and blushes against. "Thank you, your Grace." He bows his head much like Vega did. Then looking to his wife, he blinks as well. "We don't have anything booked..." Truth was, they were both busy fighting a war and helping people through out the Galaxy, they hadn't thought beyond just getting married. "Any suggestions?" He asks, his voice raising a bit higher to emphasize the question in a whimsical way.
At Zaccara's return, Ejnar turns a bit. "Welcome back, Bluff. What you got there?" His head nods upwards towards the gift. He grabs it as it's offered and opens it. "Oh my... an entire Rancor Tooth. Of course we will hang it in the main hall and I will tell stories about how a slew it to impress guests." He grins and winnks towards the Aldera-Espirion. "Thank you... genuinly." He offers warmly.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
Aryn straightens and smiles when both Lord and Lady address, and admit that they had not given a honeymoon any thought. This surprises a laugh from Aryn, though before she could elaborate, the arrival of Zacara drew her attention. Both honorific and moniker are used, leaving Aryn with a crooked grin. "It is good to see you, Ms. Saronno." It's about all she gets to add, because she's the witness of exchanged gifts.
Ejnar seems genuine in his excitement about the gift leaving Aryn to clap her hands and grin. "Wonderful. Entertaining guests with a rare delight is always fun! I wonder what stories you might tell?" Aryn offered another crooked grin. Her attention shifts to Vega then, and she claps her hands once, "So.. I think I have just the place for you both."
"Naboo, I have a beach house out that way which sees little use these days. Why not visit, enjoy the beach, cuisine, and peaceful atmosphere for a while? It is beautiful this time of year." Aryn adjusts her cape, then pulls out a small key to offer it out. A private residence out on the beach, no charge!
[ Yuun (Yun)]
Yuun is late, the idiot, but then again, he's here at least. Sneaking in and finding a place to be a fly on the wall, Yuun sits down if people are and he has a smile on his face as he sees Vega and her husband.
[ Vega (Ve)]
"Is that a Rancor tooth? That's so awesome." Vega states in her soft tone. "Thank you, that is actually something that will see use. Either through being decor or other." she admits. It's too big to fit on a lightsaber sadly. WOMPWOMPWOMP. She then looks to Aryn after she's spoken to and there is a smile, "We've been sort of hopping between Alderaan and other places. Mainly just trying to survive my mothers ire." she muses to that.
She listens to the proposal and there is a soft smile, "I think that sounds wonderful. I've never been to Naboo." she admits. "What do you think?" she asks Ejnar.
She gives a wave to Yuun when she spots him and there is a smile. She wasn't expecting a lot of the Jedi to come, other than Aryn and maybe another.
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
"Naboo is beautiful and the people friendly. As long as you don't talk politics." Ejnar says with a wistful smile, surprise twinkling in his eyes at the offer from Aryn. "That is incredibly generous of you, your Highness." He nods to his Wife as she asks his input. "Of course we accept. Thank you many times more."
A look back to Zacara, "She'll find some use for it or somewhere to put it. Guarenteed." The sight of Yuun catches his eye, not knowing the man he nudges his Wife. Noticing her take note, he leans down to whisper to her. "You know him?" He asks. The music is playing a bit louder now and the closed off resturant is filled with conversations about this and that. The party is still well into the begining hours. Things will get a little carier later once the drinks started to settle in.
[ Zacara Saronno (Zaca)]
Flashing a smirk only a scoundrel can carry, Zacara motions a finger at Ejnar's idea. "Whatever the story, tell them it was THIS big!" She doesn't have to make the hand gesture, everybody knows the joke. "Whatever you do with it, I'm sure it'll be fun." She lowers her head to the trio as a whole, offering: "Hey congrats again though, and for real .. black dress at your wedding? Super cool. Love it." A casual, two-fingered salute is offered to the three of them as she spins around, adjusting her brown leather jacket while making her way toward the cake. It hadn't been served yet but if there was something she could do to get that cake on a plate, she'd see to it. Behind her, Gadget offers a cheery, binary greeting to Cedar and RN-DI both before rolling off to follow its owner.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega gives a soft smile, "We'd be happy to accept, your Highness." she tells her. She accepts the key and there's a warble from her bb unit, "We'll take you as well. I can't go five seconds without you." she chuckles. He beeps at her and then rolls off in a huff, "Kids." she muses. "It is really lovely, thank you again, Zacara." she dips her head to her. When she is nudged there is a look to Ejnar and then to Yuun, "I do know him, yes. He's good people." she states to that.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
Passing the key off, Aryn's stance returns to what it was; hands clasped at the small of her back and her frame tilted to one side to allow the married couple to pass, should they will it. "Of course, I hope you find joy in its surrounding views, and the peaceful sound of waves at night. I think back on it often, and ponder about the time I wish I had these days." Aryn has a whimsical smile and distant gaze for a moment, but that fades as she regards Zacara's spirited exit. Yuun is also spied not far off, and she offers a dip of her chin to the Jedi Knight.
[ Yuun (Yun)]
Yuun gets up and waves to Vega and he walks over to where everyone is, he frowns, "I'm sorry I got here late." he says as he bows his head to the newly wed couple. "I'm very happy for you both." he says sincerly. Seeing Aryn he smiles and bows his head to her, he wasn't going to miss the Gremlin getting married.
[ Ejnar Celchu (Ejnar)]
Of course, there is delightful and grateful nod to Aryn as she moves to the side to allow Ejnar and his Wife too pass. The couple had many other guests to speak to who were curious how the two intended to lead the Noble House Celchu into New Alderaan's future. Whatever the answer, the party was a great success. Yuun was first though as he approached, Ejnar nodding to Vega as she vouched for him. "Well met, sir. My wife says you are reputable so welcome. Please enjoy your time. Drink, eat, and celebrate with us." His mother must have been giving him lessons. Of course, Tycho and Winter were about in the crowd, dancing or speaking much like many others. The party went well into the night, even after the Bride and Groom had left. A new era for House Celchu had begun.
