Log:Tatooine: Belated Birthday Bash
Lord Borgol celebrates his 300th birthday.
OOC Date: March 12, 2023
Location: Tatooine
Participants: Borgol the Hutt as Self/GM, Narsha, Rieve Selki, Roktuka, Shala, Tamsin Cas, Terek Rosol, Zypha
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
The music that flows throughout the palace of Lord Borgol the Hutt can be felt, as well as heard. Were it not for the reinforced structure of the old palace, there could be some serious concerns regarding the stability of the structure and the tremors which rumble through it on account of the lively beats. As a result of the music's volume, many voices are elevated to be heard alongside the musical cacophany.
The usual security has been enhanced; not just in greater numbers, but with the addition of a pair of security droids to further augment the existing security. The staff and servants of the palace move throughout the clusters of peoples, their species and genetic makeup quite diverse and eclectic. The drinks are flowing, the spices are cloying, and the gambling is nearing the point of cutthroat. Peace is maintained however; at least for now.
Overseeing it all is the imposing presence of Lord Borgol himself, laid out upon the immense slab that constitutes his de facto throne. A signal from the mighty Hutt does result in the music quieting, though it never ceases entirely. Staring imperiously across his throne room with both his natural golden eye and the golden cybernetic counterpart fixed within the socket of his left eye. Once the music has softened to an acceptable level for the Hutt Lord his voice issues forth like the thunderous voice of some deity presenting a decree to its worshippers, "oot-main shag hakku nobo," it was fifteen years ago, but when you count your lifespan in centuries it's easy to become confused, "uba punyoo copah cheeska dwana copah lorda stoopa keta ku pankpa oot-main jee-jee fwanna jee-jee," the Hutt says with a glance throughout the chamber and one could almost call it a smirk of a smile that briefly flutters across the Hutt's broad face.
Meanwhile the protocol droid standing at the corner of his dais translates into Basic for the less-than-enlightened among the sycophants, "chowba goba togwa goba! chowba goba togwa punyoo goba; dwana punyoo che jee-jee nibobo apenkee nobata stoopa chowba droi killee punyoo apenkee nibobo!"
That seems to be all the preamble which the Hutt Lord intends to present, as soon enough the music picks up once again and already Lord Borgol the Hutt begins to shift, slithering under his own power from his dais. It seems he plans to leave his throne tonight and mingle among the crowds. [Language: Huttese]
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
5P-KR (3P0 Unit 9872) repeats after Borgol the Hutt, "A few months ago, I forgot to celebrate my third century of life among such fine and respectable people, We remedy that tonight! We remedy that forgetfulness tonight; revel in generosity and make your games of chance always end in your victory!"
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
There's a pause in Borgol's slithering. At which point he announces, as though having forgotten the cream on the dessert, "hakku stoopa dwana uba goba keta peteessa oot-main cheeska copah shag copah stoopa killee ma! dwana apenkee copah lorda ulwan bo apenkee!" [Language: Huttese]
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
5P-KR (3P0 Unit 9872) repeats after Borgol the Hutt, "Each of my guests will be provided a stipend to gamble to their heart's content! May your winnings bring you great joy!"
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Although the Firrerreo doctor was not an unknown quantity here on Tatooine, indeed, she owned a few businesses within Mos Espa, and had, over the years, taken some contracts with the Hutts, this was certainly not the sort of party one tended to find her at. She did not drink, nor gamble, and certainly had no use for spice, save as a medicament. Indeed the strictness of her robes would make dancing of any sort nearly impossible. But still, she moved well enough through the crowds. Whatever the occasion, a representative of the Clans was always welcome.
A hand lifted to wave away the servant who was offering around samples of some new variety of spice, as Tamsin weaved her way through the crowd towards where the Hutt Lord of Tatooine was moving out to engage with the crowds. She paid little attention to either security or the guards. They were, as they always were, a part and parcel of life within the palace.
[ Shala (sha)]
Shala enters at just the right time to hear the host's greeting and offical opening of his celebration. The human woman is dressed in a turquoise silk outfit that flows loosely at ther wrists and ankles. A matching pair of slippers on her feet. A single golden necklace around her neck.
She claps lightly for the host's greeting and the reason for the celebration itself. She strides forward through the croud at a slow pace waiting for he moment to greet the host.
[ Terek Rosol (TR)]
The cathar Mandalorian was always looking for a new job. He was still a bounty hunter and mercenary, after all. Finding folks to work for was always something he's looking for. As the Hutt speaks, the cathar turns his currently unhelmeted head to pay attention, listening to the reason they were all gathered. And some money to gamble with too? He'd hardly say no to that.
Rising up from where he had been seated, he grabs his helmet under his arm and starts looking for a servant droid that's got the kind of drink he's looking for, and taking in a quick look at some of the gathered attendees.
[ Zypha (Zyp)]
Mingling with the gathered audience, Zypha looks up as Borgol speaks. His dark hair casting a curtain as he's mid lean in conversation with a nearby Gamorrean. A smile is offered to the Hutt as he speaks, the Zeltron dead quiet, knowing better than to misstep around a Hutt, before blinking confusedly a few times at the offer of credits to the crowd.
A distant upnod given to Tasmin Cas as she passes, the Zeltron seeming to drink deeply of the presence of nearby socialites-- Although, he's dressed in ware that's more at home in a lab than anything else.
[ Narsha (Nar)]
Narsha had heard through various grapevines of the 'birthday party' for the Hutt known as Borgol. It was smart business to at least make yourself know to the local crime lord. The Miraluka wore a deep violet robes that very much shows her figure with /just enough/ sin covered to be considered conservatively tasteful. Heels clicking is drowned out by the music but the Miraluka makes it a point to wander over towards Borgol with a smile. Her violet blindfold covering her eyeless sockets.
A glass is raised to the Hutt as she speaks in his language. "uba pankpa ulwan ma nobo apenkee oot-main keepuna, goba jee-jee bo keta. uba ku dwana hoohah nibobo copah goba goba copah keepuna stoopa lorda stoopa D'emperiolo goba jee-jee ku mee killee ulwan ku dwana!" [Language: Huttese]
[ Narsha (Nar)]
5P-KR (3P0 Unit 9872) repeats after Narsha, "I congratulate you Mighty Borgol on a long, healthy and prosperous life. I raise my glass with the well wishes to another three centuries of good health and more credits than you can count!"
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
The stylishly attired and oh so youthful Hapan, one Rieve Selki clasped his hands together to ensure they were sheathed within the baggy sleeves of his blue silken robes, his gaze drifting to the protocol droid as the Hutt's welcoming words were offered so warmly through the droid. A most respectful bow followed, a bow that spoke of nobility and finishing school, abow directed towards the large presence of the Hutt and his benelovence. Rieve himself had occasionally set foot on Tatooine, though never had he set foot this far beyond Mos Espa, or even occasionally Mos Eisley. "Thank you Your Eminence, may there be many more such occasions." The very words offered in that basic tongue to the Hutt himself as he drew close, the warm accent wrapped about each word ensuring each flowed swiftly and liltingly. A step here, a step there, the Hapan's movements were certainly graceful, each step blessed with a dancer's agility, as he stepped to the side for a brief moment.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)] Tamsin did not walk right up to the Hutt, that would have simply been too rude. She did position herself, though, that the Hutt Lord could not miss her. Once she was certain he had noticed her, she would offer a polite bow, her expression a mild one, "Lord Borgol, All of my best wishes for your birthday. May this one and the many more to come bring you all that you hope for."
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
While his security retinue lurks in the shadows, both metaphorically and quite literally, Lord Borgol slides across the expanse of the audience chamber's floor as he moves to socialize with various entities. First up is Narsha, because the toast of sorts earns the Hutt Lord's attention and a his mouth hangs open in a Hutt's approximation of a smile before his booming voice cuts through the chamber to address the congratulations and well-wishing, "apenkee ku lorda ku copah keepuna bo mruishani goba," he answers with a sound like rolling thunder near the horizon; a chuckle. One club-like arm travels away from his immense girth to gesture vaguely toward Narsha, "ulwan droi jee jee-jee dwana coo lorda goba shag copah keta nibobo apenkee k'wanna!"
One of his retinue steps forward with his chalice. Which is essentially a very elaborately decorated and adorned bucket with a stem attached to it. He casually swirls the emerald contents, thick fog quite literally rising from the swirling surface.
The words spoken by Rieve are met by another gesture from the Hutt's thick arm arm as he gestures toward the speaker, Rieve, "jee-jee ulwan goba keta nobata copah hakku stoopa killee! peteessa lorda dwana ku togwa shag dwana cheeska nibobo mruishani uba goba keta shag punyoo fwanna stoopa jeedai mruishani h'chu".
Then there's Tamsin. Quite the familiar face for the Hutt Lord as he comes to a halt near her. It's not as though he's moving particularly quickly. At best he's achieved a leisurely stroll among more bipedal folk, "dopa," he rumbles out thoughtfully before that sound transforms into a low, rumbling chuckle, "copah bo copah," he says in address to Tamsin, "uba ku che lorda togwa ulwan ma nibobo ku mruishani chowba jee dwana copah hakku moocha uba uba nibobo mruishani keepuna hakku nobo. nibobo ulwan droi k'wanna copah cheeska dwana togwa! apenkee ma cheeska apenkee apenkee dwana ma," the Hutt Lord offers with a dip of his stubby chin and broad head. [Language: Huttese]
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
5P-KR (3P0 Unit 9872) repeats after Borgol the Hutt, "One can never have too little prosperity or health, You are welcome and my party is made all the better with your presence! And you will be invited to each of them! It is my hope that all my friends here this night will be everpresent in times of peace or need Hrmmm, the Great Doctor, I can still remember that you were chief among those who welcomed me to Tatooine when I arrived here those long months ago. Here you are again to celebrate my birthday! Your continued friendship truly warms my heart,"
[ Shala (sha)]
Shala moves a braid of hair to one side as she steps close to the hutt and then curtsies as he moves closer and through the croud. "Congratulations and continued blessings on your great name, Lord Borgol."
A simple greeting for the host but he has many guests to greet and she tires not to take up too much of his time.
[ Terek Rosol (TR)]
As the toast is given, Terek holds up his glass, Spotting at least one person he recognizes, Terek begins to angle his way over there, finding himself closer proximity to the Hutt Lord. After the doctor speaks, he takes his chance to greet the Hutt as well, "Lord Borgol, I would like to wish you the best for your birthday, and for the many, many to come."
The cathar gives a bow, and then rises back up, "Your generosity knows no bounds." He says, as he holds up the glass of Mandallian Narcolethe, "My favorite vintage. Thank you, my lord."
He turns his head to give Tasmin a nod. She'd patched him up more times than he can count in his early days, "Good to see you somewhere other than your clinic for once, Doctor. Seems that's the only place we ever cross paths."
[ Zypha (Zyp)]
A dip of the head is offered to the passing Lord Borgol from Zypha. A show of respect, but no offered words yet. A raise of a glass in agreement with the toast, a flashy smile, but merely taking in the sights, looking around, chatting up the staff.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
"Indeed, another year, and always another reason to celebrate." Rieve's smile is bright and gap-toothed at the front as he bows once more to Borgol, before stepping back away from those others seeking to offer their warmest birthday wishes. Of course! Wine! Or spirits! Rieve's throat was parched, wondrously so. And so the blue-haired Hapan drifted amidst the press of those present to claim himself a glass. Even as he did, his gaze drifted and took in those present. The familiar Narsha, to the not so familiar figures elsewhere. "Quite the event." The Hapan offered to those near, his warmly accented words soon soothed by a sip of alcohol, the heat of the outside world washed away in an instant, merely replaced by the soothing burn of the narcolethe. A nod towards Zypha, and Rieve offers a bright smile in joint celebration. "I had never skimmed the dunes before, they are quite beautiful."
[ Roktuka (Rok)]
Roktuka enters the throne room, fortunately such a place is large enough for the very large feline. His thick, furry tail snakes effortlessly through the air behind him, hovering at about knee high, swaying with his steps. His violet, feline eyes scan his surroundings, darting from person to person, before focusing on Borgal as he continues closer to the Hutt. He halts not too far from said lord, and offers a bow. "It is my honor to be your guest, lord Borgal, Happy birthday, I wish you many more." He offers in a deep, rumbling faintly purring voice, before he rises up once more to his full height.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Her well wishes having been acknowledged and accepted, Tamsin offered a second bow to the Hutt Lord, before she stepped to the side. This was certainly not the time to monopolize Borgol, nor to stop her fellow party goers from having their moment in the spotlight with him. As she stepped to the side, a servant, knowing the doctor's tastes, offered as a sealed bottle of water, a rare and prized commodity on the desert planet, and Tamsin broke the seal before she looked towards Terek, "Well, if you mandalorians will continue to injure yourselves, you will find yourselves in my clinic. Though it is good to see you in a much better situation."
[ Narsha (Nar)]
Narsha had gotten her fiften seconds of acknowledgement from the Hutt and for the moment, that was enough. She could approach him after things had calmed down and the party had ended. Spotting Shala, the Courtesan meanders over to her with a small smile. "It's so nice to see you again Shala~" With a wide smile on her face. "I knew you couldn't stay away from a good party."
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
The greeting by Shala earns the Hutt Lord's attention while he passes by Tamsin Cas with a parting nod of farewell to the Great Doctor. Shala seems to gather all of Lord Borgol's attention for a brief moment. At the end of that attention Borgol nods once, slow and gravely. He gestures toward Shala with a thick finger and promptly an attendant sweeps forward, making a move to draw close to Shala that the Twi'lek may share a brief, quiet word with the guest and even attempts to pass something into her hand like some sort of surreptitious spice deal in the middle of the party.
Meanwhile Lord Borgol continues on his way. He sketches an appreciative nod of acknowledgment toward both Roktuka and Rieve, yet masterfully addresses both with a single statement, "There will be many more and I hope you will join me for each of them!"
Then there's Terek. The Hutt Lord draws to a halt while he considers the Mandalorian and his chin inclines, both golden organic and cybernetic eye takes in the full imposing presence of a vaunted Mandalorian Warrior. "I do hope that should I call upon one as formidable as yourself, Mandalorian," he pauses before he offers a low rumble of amusement, "you will not forget my generosity. Because my calls are often followed by great reward."
For those who have kept abreast of local news; the comment is sure to allude to the increased presence of pirates in or around the Tatooine system of late.
[ Zypha (Zyp)]
"Quite so." Zypha smiles in response to Rieve's general comment, leaning back a bit as he takes a sip of something from his glass, "Our host is *very* hospitable." A wink given to Rieve as he simply enjoys the sights and sounds of his surroundings-- Holo-irises burning through dim light like tracer rounds at midnight, "Skimming the dunes?"
The question asked like a true foreigner to Tatooine. The pink-skinned man tilting his head, black hair gathering like a pool on the table he's next to. Curious about Rieve's words.
[ Shala (sha)]
Shala speaks with Borgol's atendant with smiles and a bow of the head at one point. This is done before she can turn and offer a warm smile to Narsha. "Hello once again, Narsha. A pleasure to see you again. And yes.. I'm something of a fool for a wonderful party. And few can hold parties like the Hutts."
[ Narsha (Nar)]
"Oh I can agree with you there." With a small chuckle as Narsha crosses her arms and sip her drink. "What fun have you been up to recently? Still planning things?"
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
"Oh that His Eminence is." Rieve replies with a warm smile, and indeed a wink of his own. A sip of the narcolethe is taken, and savoured, and enjoyed. "Another reason to visit Tatooine more often." The Hapan courtesan raises his glass towards Borgol, a deft little bow and a tumbling of silken blue locks soon follows. Though those errant locks are soon swept back with a nimble sweep of fingers. "I arrived early and took a tour of the dunes outside Mos Eisley, sand as far as the eye can see. Yet even so there's a beauty to it. Deadly of course, but still quite something."
That said, another gentle sip of that rare liquor is enjoyed and momentarily the Hapan's gently lilting words are silenced. All for a moment at least. "I am Rieve Selki." A gentle bow is offered Zypha, robes billowing lightly about that lean form. "A pleasure to meet you, who do I have the honour of addressing?"
[ Terek Rosol (TR)]
The response back from the doctor gets an ever so faint grin from the greying cathar. A truth he can't deny, "The galaxy is a dangerous place."
The Hutt's mention of calling on him gets the attention fully, "Many Mandalorians have walked these halls and served the Hutt lords before, and I would be happy to be counted among their numbers."
He finally takes a long drink from his glass. The Hutts do know how to throw a party, after all. He finds his way over towards the slot machines, figuring he'll try his luck.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin, seeing Terek about to make his escape, lest she decide he needs a shot from her hypospray as a preventative measure (of course), reached out to pass along a chit which had been presented to her, as it had been presented to all of the guests. She was content to fade into the background for now, moving to find a small cluster of servants who were taking their turns rotating the available drink stocks.
You whisper, "Your luck is likely to be better than mine." to Terek Rosol.
[ Roktuka (Rok)]
Roktuka does not small talk or chat, he isn't exactly the gregerious type, so the massive feline slips back to the edge of the room, and observes.. those violet feline eyes slowly scanning, his tail swishing lightly, every now and then. His ears are perked up, whiskers extended to either side of his muzzle in a relaxed state, at least.
[ Zypha (Zyp)]
"Zypha. I'm from Coruscant." Zypha offers a smirk to Rieve, "Afraid my trade kept me from the cosmopolitan ideal for *quite* some time." He can't help but chuckle, "Do you travel far and often?" Zypha asks of Rieve, the questions flowing before he even thinks to ask for a name.
[ Shala (sha)]
Shala continues to speak with Narsha off to one side. She gives the other woman a dip of her head. "Indeed. Trying to make plans for a party. In this case it's not something I take lightly. The guest list, the entertainment. The foods and even the conversation or theme. I think it can be a artform all it's own. And you? How have you faired?"
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
Any outright talk of pirates or their incursions are not given voice. It would seem that Lord Borgol likely does not wish to cast a pall over his own celebration. Therefore when Terek makes his offer of service, no matter how mercenary it likely is, Lord Borgol favors it and the speaker with a solemn nod of his immense head.
Onward Borgol moves, slithering his great mass across the audience chamber until he finds a suitable place to relax and partake in the festivities alongside his guests. Sacrificing his dais and throne to be among the People, the Hutt Lord cheers on a gambler or two and even offers words of encouragement spoken like a rolling stone toward Terek Rosol and his impending slot victory!
He sips from his great chalice-bucket. Savoring the emerald liquid, his mouth rests slightly agape which allows for the roiling fog to slip from within his great maw like lazily exhaled smoke.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
"Zypha. I am Rieve." The very name pondered and offered back with his own within the accented basic the Hapan speaks. "Coruscant? A beautiful planet... truly. One of the finest." Providing one stays away from the lower levels. Rieve grins brightly and nods as he listens, before nodding once more and taking a sip from his drink. "So much travel. Coruscant, Corellia, Nar Shaddaa, and everywhere in between, it is almost as if I spend more of my time travelling before getting enjoy little moments like these... but I cannot complain, I get to see the galaxy, and it is a beautiful place to explore."
That said, Rieve's attention drifts to the tail-swishing Roktuka, and the Hapan raises his glass in welcome, his attention drifting back to Zypha. "Your trade? Do tell. I am terrible at guessing such things." Indeed, Rieve's grin doesn't falter a jot, delightfully bright and gap-toothed, even as his gaze occasionally drifts to take in his surroundings and witness the grand figure of Borgol settling in amidst the people, cheering on gambling and inspiring those nearby.
[ Narsha (Nar)]
"I've been well. I've found a few clients that I believe will become repeat from what they have said." With a roll of her shoulder. "I at least am of the mind to offer my input if you need any help in your party planning."
[ Roktuka (Rok)]
Roktuka's ears swivel atop his head at random sounds, those sounds that are more distinct at least, the slap of a cup on a table, the thunk of a shutting door, that sort of thing. His eyes however dart from rooms occupant, to rooms occupant. He leans against a wall, but just a bit, his eyes closing slowly and opening again, finding Rieve as he offers this greeting. The felines muzzle lowers in a head-bow of sorts, but otherwise, he does not move from this position, for the time being, perhaps just committing everyone to memory..
[ Zypha (Zyp)]
"I work... On contract." Zypha hesitates, "The nature is *boring*, something best left to lecture halls... Far more *fun* to keep th mystique alive." A wink is given to Rieve, before he lets out a laugh. Though his labtech clothing certainly gives a few hints, the exact nature remains buried, "Yourself? You seem like you have a far more interesting means of bringing in credits."
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Content to stay away from the brunt of the party, Tamsin spent a few minutes in conversation with the Hutt Lord's servants, before she accepted a fresh bottle of water and moved away, allowing them to return to their work. Rather than moving to engage with the gamblers, she instead settled in the perfect position to watch the movement of money back and forth. because of course a member of Clan Cas would be interested in that.
[ Shala (sha)]
Shala motions to Narsha to follow her before shiofting over to the slot machine closest to her. "I may take you up on that. It would at least be an interesting chat over some tea." She motions to the slot machine. "I never have much luck with these things. I swear machines dislike me. Or at least all those involving chance."
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
Lord Borgol's attention drifts from watching Terek and his own games of chance. He considers the length and breadth of the audience chamber with eyes that seem to be at once both unbearably bored, yet somehow fascinated with all that transpires around him and the people making such moments happen. Much like a certain Togorian, Lord Borgol seems to content himself with acknowledging the occasional well-wisher before his attention returns to taking note of each of guest and their activities.
Much like the Hutt, his staff seems to be doing the same. When someone seems to enjoy partaking in spice? More is offered. Is something alcoholic more their speed? An ample supply is provided. Those spending and gambling their credits away receive even more attention, with some collared servants acting as hangers-on to the highest of rollers. All in the interest of giving them a good time and urging them to continue spending and keeping up their lavish appearances.
The wide nostrils of the Hutt Lord flare as he takes in a long, deep breath. Ah, commerce. A tremble of one of his great arms sees his drink swirly anew, even as the Hutt begins to slither ponderously along the audience chamber's floor and even crossing over the immense grate which rests before his dais. He seems satisfied, both with his birthday celebration and the revelers partaking in it. A satisfied Hutt is a safe(r) Hutt. This is a good thing.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
Rieve waves a hand with a rather artistic flourish at Zypha. "Nonsense, I doubt it is boring. Very much so. But for the sake of ensuring the mystique remains." That grin of Rieve's broadens for a moment. "I shall press no more, another time though and I will not hold back my interrogation." A tilt of the head, a wink, and Rieve gestures to the party itself. "I attend parties." That broad grin shifting easily to a lopsided smirk of sorts, a sip of his drink taken and a boozy breath follows. "I am a companion, a courtesan... often attached to the arm of the wealthy at some function or soiree, or teaching them to dance... to fence... it was this, or it was a lifetime of noble service and due diligence regarding trade, tariffs, and taxation. Needless to say, the galaxy awaited."
[ Terek Rosol (TR)]
Terek's attempt to play slots does not seem to pan out, as they come up as a loss four times in a row. The Mandalorian shakes his head, rising back up to his feet. Perhaps to try another machine after a bit. For now, he resumes mingling with the other partygoers.
[ Narsha (Nar)]
Narsha nods and just chuckles a bit at the woman's disdain for the slot machine. "Have you given it a few spins? I briefly spun a few times at one of the casino's on Nar Shaddaa and came out three hundred credits poorer for my curiosity."
[ Zypha (Zyp)]
"Oh?" Is the noise that leaves the Zeltron's lips. Zypha tilts his head to the side, "It definitely sounds less crushing. Taxation and tariffs? My work is *boring* but I'd sooner fling myself from the upper city than make mathematics my *life*." He laughs out, nodding in seeming approval of Rieve's life choices compared to what he could've chosen.
"Best one lives their life with as little regrets as possible no?" A glass raised to Rieve, before he takes a drink.
[ Shala (sha)]
Shala laughs softly at this in an understanding way. "Our host was kind enough to gift us with some credits to spend in gambling. It would be poor form for me to leave with it. What do you say? Shall I return it all in one try of the machine?" She asks even as she incerts the money and activates it.
[ Borgol the Hutt (B)]
The beauty of a Hutt's party is that even when the Hutt retires or even simply drifts off for a well-deserved nap? It doesn't stop. The staff is under quite specific instructions to keep the party going throughout the following three days. While the celebration may have peaks and valleys, it does not die. Because if it does, then that may inspire the Hutt's fury. At which point something else just might die!
For his part Lord Borgol soon slides his great bulk up and onto his dais anew. He settles in with his customary languid recline, one arm draped across His Own Great Rotundness. One of his servants is quick - and smart - to collect the chalice-bucket as the Hutt Lord begins to lull off into a rather adorable nap and prevent the spilling of the bucket's contents.
While his organic eye drifts closed, even while the party carries on around him and the music thumps out the celebration's beat; Lord Borgol's cybernetic eye continues to survey its domain, as though it is ever-vigilant of the Hutt Lord's surroundings.
