Log:The More the Muri'er
More the Muri'er
OOC Date: September 25 2018
Location: Socorro
Participants: Netep Muri, Jehni'va Cihn, Siha Archer, Corr Waldin, Sajin
Welcome aboard the Doaba Hermi...
It's a vintage model of light freighter, one of Ghtroc's gems produced in the Outer Rim decades ago. Beauty must be in the eye of the beholder when it comes to the Ghtroc 720 though, because its cumbersome, outward appearance bears striking resemblance to an equally cumbersome creature not known for its speed and maneuverability - the turtle. Maybe looks are just deceiving, or maybe it's owner's just made a sentimental kind of purchase.
Netep Muri is many things to many people - impulsive, loud, promiscuous, quiet, conniving, thoughtful, sensible, loyal, unattainable - and what side of Captain Muri is unveiled in any given moment seems strictly circumstantial. She's a creature born in the Outer Rim, raised on hyper routes and by necessity, a chameleon. One trait that's present throughout her day-to-day, planet-to-planet excursions though remains consistent - Creativity.
One step beyond the generic, humdrum hull of Doaba Hermi testifies to her love for color and diversified style. A blend of modern practicality and the calmer, cozier natural world harmonize in every habitable room aboard this ship. Elements of the outside - plants, subtle sounds and displays of water - rich textures and cozy knits, sleek composites and glossy tile, top of the line appliances operate alongside hinkier old things that need prompting to function. It's chaos but it works. More importantly, it's clean. VERY clean. Everything in its place...(The ship: https://pastebin.com/qipXzZJB)
That might change before long, though. Because what will slap the senses more than the assault of eclectic design presently is the VOLUME of music. Heavy beats, nasally sounding horns, jingly, jangly percussions...it's a party up in here! The noise is plenty audible from outside the lowered ramp. Not all exotic details come in form of decor, either. A small but growing crowd of attendees represents a half dozen alien species, easy, including a few near humans like Theelin, Meerian, and Zeltron.
Who should arrive but a man in faded trousers and a faded, stained shirt that's collected so much engine grease and other grime over the years that it isn't obvious that the garment is not meant to be grey? It's Corr Waldin, and he... dressed... okay, no, he did not dress up. His hair is clean and combed back, though, and only one gun is visible on him, the blaster slung low on his thigh. Where Muri is like a chameleon, Corr's spirit animal is more like a pet rock. Quiet, with the rough edges only just smoothed off due to excessive handling. The pounding of the beat has him stopping at the bottom of the ramp reluctantly, staring up into the belly of the ship with a measure of trepidation in his eyes before reluctantly striding up and looking around to see if maybe he can spot the volume control.
Jehni'va Cihn is really getting all of the use that she can over her impulse-buy of a seductively-cut red dress. It hangs and drapes in all the right (or wrong, depending on your preferences) places, and is accompanied by a semi-formal cloak and workboots. The whole ensemble clashes horribly, but Jehn has never been one for high fashion. "Hoi! Corr!" The pilot greets, her voice all but lost in the volume of the ship as she approaches, hiking up the annoying skirt of red fabric as she trots to catch up wih the man mounting the entry ramp. She is already bobbing to the beat - because this is /exactly/ her scene: controlled chaos and a tidy mess. The glorified space-trucker side-steps a Theelin with a mumbled 'scuse me, scuse me', eyes wide. She isn't one for parties, but it helps that she's high as a kite.
Sajin is here too! Why? Who knew. Maybe Muri hired him as a bouncer for the night. Time would tell. He's sicking his teeth into some fruit that's native to Socorro, hazel eyes looking around, trying to find others in the current lighting. Noone he new until Jehni and Corr arrived. He'd raise a hand silently in greeting towards them, bobbing his head along with those tasty fat beats.
The host of this lively gathering is found deep in the heart of affairs, presently sat on the floor between the legs of said Zeltron whose nimble fingers are tasked with threading the assorted ornaments back into Muri's hair after its latest dye job which has actually restored it to a more natural tone.
A spiky-haired Meerian gal swaggers around Jehn and issues an appreciative whistle on her way by to disappear into the ring corridor. Hearing the whistle, Netep twists herself around to peer over the side of the couch. "Oi!" She pulls the dangling smoke from her lips and motions a beckoning plume of purple to the arriving faces. "Welcome to 'Doaba Hermi'," she pronounces the ship's name with a heavier Ibhann'I accent and grins wryly. "Is, in this moment, an ironic name but after every time of solitude there comes a need to replentish the spirit with new energies. And so..." From its perch on the hair stylist's bare knee, her other hand points vaguely toward the spread of spicy and savory dishes and casks of who-knows-what spirits. "help yourselves to some fuel." Muri sucks a savoring last draw from the cig and then offers it up over her head to the Zeltron, who accepts delicately between her teeth and purrs out "Almost done."
The spread itself it a chaotic affair. Simmering soup, platters of spit-roasted meats and insects, mashed root and bean dip, freshly baked bread to serve as spoon, colorful fruit bowls and sweet cake, roasted vegetables, and spiced meat pastries capable of triggering a body's fire alarm. There's the Socorran Raava drink, distilled locally, and Zsajhira berry tea among other Corellian whiskeys supplied to Ethra's. Is there water for those of feeble liver or sober mind? Probably. Check the sink.
This is... so not Corr's scene. But Muri and Corr go way back, or at least it seems that way, and he soldiers ahead, wandering over to the sink and turning the knob experimentally. Clear liquid issues forth, a finger pokes underneath to determine that it is, in fact, water. "Good," he grunts, looking around for a cup and filling one, then pulling a plate out of the pile and immediately loading up on meat, bean dip, and roasted vegetables so that he can meander near the sidelines and make himself impossible to interact with in classic RP fashion. "Hi," he mutters back to Jehn, eying the red dress. "Not sure I know you. I don't uh. I don't pay for that sorta thing. I got a girlfriend." Where's Sajin, where'd he get to? They seem like they'd be kindred spirits. "Kovo?"
"I work for you, jackass." Jehn answers Corr with a raised eyebrow, arms crossing - though she flushes a bright color at the attention she earns in passing. Sajin has the right idea, though - food. Her red eyes light up and she angles in that direction, leaving Corr without another word - it's more for hunger and the lingering effects of whatever herb she's inhaled than rudeness, though. "Saj!" She beams, globbing bean dip onto a little bread spoon and stuffing it into her mouth. "Wher'f da hooost?" She asks around a full mouth, a little bit of dip dribbling out of the corner of her mouth as she spies Netep and raises a hand in greeting before going to join her on the floor, crossing her legs as she does and flashing the whole world a little bit more than they bargained for. Athletic briefs. "I love your ship!" There is still dip on her face.
This wasn't much of Sajin's scene either, so Corr was right in assuming he'd have at least one person to keep him from going insane, and busy. Where was the handsome Hapan? Some how in the time it took the food to be revealed the gluttonous pretty boy dimwit had gotten a massive plate full of a little bit of everything netep had to offer. He appears behind Corr, like that creepy stalker her thought he got rid of years ago. "Real Bohemian, right? The tunes are good." He's got food in his mouth as he speak, just making a mess all over his armor, lips, and cheeks. He looks to Jehn as she notices him, "Heya Jehni... in that sexy red dress again huh? Nyla must like that." A wink.
Siha Archer is here. Late. But better late than never, right? Right. The Mandalorian is in full gear, though upon entering the ship has yanked off her helmet and hung it from the belt hugging against her hips, the thing bouncing from the right hip merrilly. Her hair is braided back, and she wears not a stitch of makeup or the like, some bruising apparent on her features, though nothing out of the ordinary. Gloves are yanked off as the looks at the various folks milling about in their areas, dark grey eyes narrowing a smidgen as she searches out a place to go. Saj is the only person she actually enjoys here, or rather, knows intimately enough to seek out. But first, food. She's far more intimate with food. A lopsided smile plays over lips, nostrils slightly flared as she bares a smile to those she doesn't know, looking like an uncomfortable wild animal as she stalks in and around folks to the good stuff. A plate is found, and she dives into the food to begin piling it, keeping to herself for the moment, hyper-focused on adequately balancing all the food out so she can get the most in the least amount of space. Food tetris.
"Love your dress," Netep answers back in tandem with her Zeltron stylist friend. Both women shoot one another an /eye/ but Muri relents first with a submissive shrug of brow and relaxes back into the literal lap of luxury. "Let's hope the sandstorms hold off for another night, eh? Think you're a mite too tall for my gear." A wink then she bats lightly at the hands tending her scalp and rocks forward like eventually she'll roll on up to her feet. Jehn's not the only one to have hit a little herb tonight.
Meanwhile, a few more stragglers are making their way in some length behind the armored Siha. "Wonder who she pissed off this time?" a woman's voice postulates in an accent that reeks of the Core.
"Ever the ray of sunshine, dear sister," taunts a man's voice along after her.
"You're both joys to travel with," scoffs a third, also female. Muri's doppleganger arrives on scene, taking a long tour through the fore of the ship before following the thickening trail of debauchery into the lounge. Almost into the lounge. A face nigh identical to Netep's (lacking tattoo) peers inside without much enthusiasm, dark eyes sweeping the many faces for one that'll no doubt be annoyed with hers.
"Muri's sister!" Corr starts up happily, lighting up with the simple joy of merely having recognized an acquaintance made some time ago. They look almost identical so it's not really a feat, but, you know, small miracles. "A..." Damned if he remembers her name though. "Aaaa pleasure t'see you again." He sticks a rough hand out towards her after quickly ditching the wing it was holding on his plate and smearing the red sauce off on the leg of his trousers. Totally clean. "Welcome to the party. Muri's, you know, around. Doin' her thing. I'm Corr, if you forgot." He forgot. Take the hint. Please. "And uh. This's Siha, resident badass, Sajin, the most beautiful man alive, and uh... she works for me too." Jehn's name escapes him. Corr is a social butterfly. "Everyone, this is Muri's sister. Muri! Your sister is here, come say hello!"
"She does!" Jehn chirps brightly back at Sajin before she slinks to sit on the floor. "But it's the only one I own, so..." Oops. She /had/ a nice pair of boots, once, which would have gone wonderfully with the ensemble - but Tarion tore them apart searching for 'bugs'. Oh well - weird cape, oil stained workboots, and an out of place red dress it is. She is oblivious to whatever nonverbal exchange happens between the stylist and Netep; Jehn seems happy to lounge on the floor while the other guests step around her. From the ground, she hears Corr giving introductions, and pivots at the waist to raise a hand in greeting. She remembers Siha - and... That's about it. But that one chick looks a helluva lot like... Oh /sithspit/. "Er..." She freezes, looking from Muri to her sister. "You're... Netep... Right?" She asks the OG Muri. "Did I mess up?"
Sajin is happily chewing away at his dinner, lunch, breakfast... all the things. He turns as there is a mention of Netep's sister. He looks to her and gives a smile stuffed with food and grease. Then he looks back to Muri... He blinks, narrowing his brows in confusion before looking back against to netep's sister... then back to Netep. This repeats about four or five more times. "Evil twin?" Like Darius, "SIHANANA... is it an evil Twin?" He asks as if she was his mother and had all the answers.
Siha Archer has a mouthful of some meat thing and dip, another chip already shovelling more food to her mouth as she's introduced, then asked a question. Her bushy brows shoot up, lip curling as she gives a look like 'what the kriff bruhs', glancing between Sajin and Corr as she chews, trying to spare a bit of room for a few words, "Ohmhergerrr a sithster ..." Siha mumbles, clearly not as excited as Corr, not even sure why he's as excited as he is, lips licked as food gets squirreled away in a cheek, freeing her up for a little more eloquency, "Evil fwin - yhersh." Said, the food clearing only giving way to more food, forcing her not to be social, or at least verbose in her socialness. She will, however, angle herself for better conversation, eating like she's filling a hollow leg, cheeks bulged, jaw working and masticating the food within, her shoulders slightly hunched. She's ready. Ready for the plate stealers.
Adara's lips pinch together a half beat ahead of the rest of her face, watching Corr wipe his saucy hand 'clean' before it's very politely offered to her. Mm. Hands that look like they haven't known a half hour of honest work in their lifetime clasp together at her waist, squeeze one another reassuringly, then accept the hand for the shaking. Carefully. "Mr. Waldin, yes...how /could/ I forget the man who invited me to come along on a...a volcano ride, was it?" Her eyes twinkle devilishly. Not because she's flirting, miss married mother of two, but because she's not letting Corr off the hook so easily with a slip of her name. The others he introduces get an equally polite nod and smile. Just dn't think of all the cooties in here, Adara. Don't think and don't sit on anything.
Netep is blessedly on site to ruin her big sis's diabolical scheme. "ADARAAA!!!" her arms are thrown widely like she's going in for a sloppy hug but stops a safe slapping distance away and sways once on her feet. "What in the seven suns are /you/ doing here??" A look to Jehn. "I am me. She's the imposter." Let the accusatory finger fly.
"I invited her!" helpfully chimes a holyshitly rugged, masculine version of Netep. Taller, too. The male relation stands a half head above Adara but is definitely falling a bit short of making that 6-foot mark. Swarthy complexion polished by suns and sands, his teeth pop just a little more brightly when an impish smile is offered to the youngest Muri. The OG Muri. Like Netep(if it weren't for her colored contact addiction) he's got those hazel eyes and touseled, dark curls. A ladykiller fresh off the streets of this smuggler's haven. Sajin's got some competition. "She's quite thrilled to be here." Leathery hands clap down once on Adara's primly bloused shoulders before he thrusts one practically into Corr's belly. "And so am I. Your name again?" *Insert protective brotherly staredown here*
"Leaving," Corr replies with a small, amused grin across at the other man after returning the shake briskly. "I got a girlfriend. But uh, keep an eye on the janitor," he recommends with a nod and a wink towards Sajin. With his disposable plate in tow, the explorer looks around one more time to be sure that yes, this is a party, and no he doesn't fit in here before turning towards Muri briefly. "Muri, 'ppreciate the invite, and uh. I'll leave you kids to your partyin'. I got to get together some materials for an occult ritual night after next, so, I'm gonna head out. Good food!" And then he's stepping quickly out the way he came, trying his best to avoid barging into anyone while still beating a hasty retreat from the festivities. Back to pet rock land.
As Netep abandons her floor spot, Jehn... Doesn't. "So, you do hair, huh?" She asks the Zeltron. Her own mane is a mass of curls somehow (read: barely) wrastled into a single braid down her back. Strands spring free at random and little tendrils hang loose around her face. She's always a mess, but at least she tried tonight. Fishing her little roll of herbs from her pocket, she finally pushes herself off the floor and lights it, offering it first to the Zeltron before waving meaningfully at Siha and Sajin, holding the thing in the air in an open invite. She obviously hasn't learned how terrible an idea that is at parties. Jehn obviously didn't go to college. The rest of the whole famn damily seems preoccupied, but it's apparent that her 'free drugs' offer is open to the imposter and her siblings, as well. "So, what, they're all related? Stars, my brother doesn't even return my calls. Bye, Corr!"
Sajin looks to Corr like a wamp-rat in the sights of a t-16 back home at beggard canyon. "I'm married!" He states defensivly. "Right Siha?" He stuffs some more food into his face, keeping a weary eye on the 'evil twin'. He slinks over to Netep, but is infact Adara because now since they moved he is super confused. "Pssst... psssst. Just say the word and I'll take her out. I got your back Netep." Then he slinks back away and into the crowd again until he comes near to Jehni. "All my siblings are dead." He says this without any kind of change in voice, still stuffing his face. That Irrie music might be playing as he does so.
"Man, if I could get my parents to stop harassing me with holocalls my life would be so much easier ..." Siha grouses in response to Jehn with a slight roll of her eyes, save her Jehn. Save her from her parents! "And man, if they ever found out what I did for a living?" Woof. She actually woofs, packing more food onto her plate as she listens to this and that, finally nodding to Sajin, "SUPER married to my most favorite person in the world, so ...I mean, if I could be married to her I would, but I respect you too much, Saj!" Once she's done packing her plate she'll squish another plate atop it, both hands occupied in sandwiching the food securely between, "Also, damn Jehn. DAMN." Yep, appreciative of the red dress, Corrs' disappearance going unnoticed. He's the man in beige. She only takes notice of him when he's paying her, "As much as I wanna be a part of your family reunion, Muri, I got a mans ass to kick and a few names to take so ..Thanks for the food, and ..yay for dead siblings, Saj." Yep. He'll get a check of her hip against his in only the most loving way, "Tell your wife she owes me a lunch date." And, with that, she will mosey on out, having filled up on fuel and food.
One down. Lok watches Waldin go with a little upnod, then turns his hardened eye on Sajin until he, too, declares abstinence. More or less. He releases Adara from his grip and sliiides on by Siha as she makes her exit, affording her armored bum a little once-over after she's gone by. "Yeah okay byyye.." the Ibhann'I man waves for as long as he deems customary which is probably too-long and a little awkward. And then it's food time. His table manners are about on par with Siha's.
Netep waaves one of her still raised hands at departing peoples before dropping one far enough to give Lok's a solid SMACK on his way by. "Dick," she declares. "Smell like a...happabore's arse!" He doesn't. He's actually donned some cologne for this fine party worth crashing. The Zeltron gestures with both hands at Jehn and fingers her crazy floofy braid thoughtfully. "Are your siblings really all dead?" Netep -THE Netep - queries to Sajin over her shoulder in a softer tone.
"If it's any consolation, I didn't want to come, but Lok insisted," Adara huffs and folds her arms in tightly to avoid touching too many things...or people. "Do you realize it's been over three years since the four of us have been in the same room? And how many since there were FIVE? Mm?"
And as if on cue, that 'fourth' sib comes meandering on it, looking a little more low key than the rest of the muri brood. She's a touch fairer in skin, eyes a soft gray, hair a /slightly/ lighter shade of brown but just as crazy. Like Jehn's, it's been braided back. Unlike Adara, she hasn't got an ounce of makeup on. Unlike Netep, no tats. She wears a dingy, gray flightsuit that is at least clean, top half folded down to reveal a plain white tee beneath. "Hey," she offers quietly, if not a little shyly to Netep on her way by to resume lurking in Lok's shadow.
How does Jehni'va respond to that? She looks to Sajin with a wince. "so they don't return yer calls either, huh?" Again, she flushes a new shade of magenta at the attention - she really needs to wear this dress/workboot combo more. The pilot scoots back to allow the Zeltron access to the madness that is her hair, and - yeah, there are now more Muri's. Many Muris. The more the Muri'er. She puffs idly on the roll in her hand, the tip glowing a bright green as she sucks in, and offers it back to the Zeltron as she exhales a cloud of purple. "What /is/ this party for, anyway? I just got the ping from th'guild." And she didn't even bring a gift - unless you count the one she's smoking. Wait... Was that supposed to be for Netep? Dammit, Jehn.
Sajin looks to Siha and nods, "I'll let her know. Catch you when we head to Kafrene." He up nods as the Mandalorian takes her leave. There's a look to Netep as she asks her questions, "Yeah... my mother's rival kille my whole family off because my mother killed her mother after teaching me martial arts. It's forbiden on Hapes for males to learn martial arts." He takes another mouthful of food before answering Jehni. "Yeah... I think it's Muri's birthday? Or something?"
"That's...that's quite terrible." A pause as Netep considers the societal dynamic there. "Bit impressive though, if for the wrong reasons. I mean...matriarchal society, and all?" Cough. She pretends not to notice the look of absolute horror and disdain coming from Adara and re-remembers the reason she's invited all these weirdos into her peaceful solitude, anyway. Most were invited...she's pretty sure there's one or two spacers lurking around this group that don't belong, but whatevs. "Hey, moove," she pulls one such guest off their seat on the L-shaped bench at the corner table and then climbs up into the vacancy and ON to the table. "HEEEEY!" Not sure how, but intoxicated Muri doesn't fall off her perch while hollering at the top of her lungs above the music and other unscrupulous sounds. "HEY LISTEN! I...I GOT THINGS TO SAY!" *Burp*
"This ought to be downright spectacular," Lok comments aside to Jenica as she picks off his plate. Adara looks nonplussed as Netep blatantly ignores her jab. Or has she?
"That's rough, buddy." Jehn nods to Sajin's story, still seated cross-legged on the floor, and reaches over to pat his shin reassuringly. Patpat... Aaaaand then their host is on the table. "Shiz - it's her birthday?" She quickly snuffs out the joint while more than half remains. There - present. "Should... Does she need heeelp?" The pilot sighs. She's all too familiar with drunk women on tables, and more personally familiar with falling off of them.
The tables, not the women.
"Easy." The pilot advises once she's scrambled off the floor. She stands behind the lady on the table, arms outstretched to catch her should she take a tumble, face devoid of expression. She's assumed the position. She's been in this position before.
Sajin nods to Netep before she runs off to make her speach, leaving him with a scratching the back of his head and looking to Jehni, "Yeah... It was rough. Matriarchal to the max. I mean so is Drik but not to that level. It's Egalitarian except when it comes to Royals and stuff." He quiets though, well, everything except his lips smacking as he chews. Breathing heavy through his nose.
"Khasaan'I," Netep greets the bodies lingering in this space. Likely there are more who've wandered to other hospitable areas onboard but she'll worry about that later. Her hands tuck in to tap her chest and she bend forward for a sec...doesn't fall! Was it an intentional bow? Maybe. "Welcome into my home. ON my home. One of many, the Black Sands are home to my father's people. The Ibhaan'I have opened their arms to travelers and smugglers for milennia. My home is yours." And then through the next set of gestures, she points to the casks. "Bring me a drink and we make a toast! It has been 13 years since I left the home of my f.." she passes a look over the top of Adara's head to Jenica and Lok, "My mother and gave myself to the pursuit of /true/ education....life around the Rim. Lessons have been taught, learned, some more painful than others...but as far as I went I never failed to look back and remember those I left /behind/" here's looking AT you this time, Adara. Ooooooooh. "because family is everything. Those of you who are here today represent those I travel with, those I work with, those I bleed with, those who have become a part of my extended family. So please. To another year of good health and fortunes, let us drink! And shout to the sands!"
Adara glares back for two short seconds before marching over to try and take the plate from Lok's hands. "Take me home. She's in no shape to listen tonight."
"Aw, she mentioned us." Jehni beams at Sajin at the 'those I work with' bit. She's still hovering behind the woman with her arms outstretched, ready to catch her should she fall - but she seems to have her wits about her. Carefully, Jehn pulls the joint from her pocket and rests it gently on the edge of the food table. She'll find it, probably. Or, hey, free drugs! "I'll catch you around!" She offers out, moving to give Sajin a passing pat on the arm as she slips toward the entry ramp. "Happy birthday!" She calls out before she leaves, and Jehn disappears into THE NIGHT!
Sajin attempts to finds a place to put his plate as the others start clapping. He does as well, and is the last person who stops. He clears his throat and says. "Thanks for the food Netep. I gotta get back to my wife but that's for inviting me." And yes, he says this as he shoves some food into a brown paper bag that he brought along. "I'll see you on Kefrene... Thanks again!" He starts down the ramp.
Accepting the drink that gets passed up to her and - oh hey, a joint!. Netep crouches down a little longer to delicately pluck Jehn's offering off the table and twiddles a few fingers at her in farewell. *Puff* Where was she? Mmm...toast! A toast. "Valle turhayas!" she salutes her guests and throws back the burn of Socorro's finest liquor.
"No!" Lok nudges Adara aside effortlessly and pushes a plate into her own hands. "You want to prove a point? You'd better not run. Stay and wait." And then he's off, mingling in search of the ladies. A lady. Any lady. Jenica remains hovering around the food, loyalty torn between the two domineering personalities of her sisters at play. All there's to do now is eat, so...she eats. Adara eventually does put a little snack on her plate, but maintains a steady eye on their very unsteady, black sheep Muri. "Valle turhayas," she echoes back softly, grimly.
