Log:The Pulse: Birthday Cake
Birthday Cake
OOC Date: September 30, 2021
Location: The Pulse, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: GM: Tarq Najjic, B'haav Adasta, Eriu Jynx, Hadrix Kora, Imani, Jallo Dara, Khalim, Netep Muri, Tamsin Cas, Xavier Harcourt, Zhu Yan
In which a birthday is celebrated, with prizes for the 'most creative' outfits.
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 20:18:25 ]
The Pulse is laid out a bit differently this evening.
The couches and love seats are /claimed/: a small sign declares them "Reserved." Between them and the booths are several tables of hor d'ouevres.
The food is varied: Sliced glazed meiloorun fruit; cubes of hearty Noryath meatbread; layered whiskey-and-nut Corellian ryshcate pastries; crisped inferno weed, a delicacy with an acquired taste from Mon Calamari; and Yagai spiced dindra, a savory shredded meat, on wafers.
The glimmik remixes, pop with a heavy bass line, ceases, and up from one of the reserved couches pops Tarq Najjic like a toy from a wind-up box. He taps a small mic that he pulled from beneath his coat. He's wearing a red suit with black and white glittery floral prints, a black shirt, black loafers with cuban heels, and a golden circlet on his head that serves as a crown.
"My people!" he crows into the mic. Are they his people? He's claimed them now. He points at the crown. "It is Tarq - Najjic's - /birthday!/" He sweeps a hand at the spread, and points at the bar, and finishes simply with, "Indulge!" He flips off the mic, snaps his fingers twice, and points at the DJ in the back. The music starts up - a deep, throbbing song that reaches inside you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJZfEh3EciU
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 20:28:11 ]
She knew how to make an entrance. Said no one ever, in regards to the good Doctor Cas. But today was no ordinary day, and today, the Firrerreo quite certainly seemed to be so inclined. It began, with a polite request while she was still outside, and continued with the doors being opened for her, and the other patrons desiring to enter held at bay so that Tamsin could enter uninterrupted by other bodies. And, perhaps the doors being held were necessary, as she walked in, arms crossed across her chest. Her attire was a confection of clear fabric and a sheer multitude of embellishments, embroidery, and accountments all in a marine theme. From the coral like decorations at her shoulders, down to the train of her 'dress' which extended back and away from her. The translucent body of some marine animal. It might well be that the good doctor was well aware of where she was intended to go, but this was a night for spectacle, and she intended to take the long way around. As she moved, the lights of the club set her off to best effect, the pale gold of her skin scintillating beneath the fabric of the dress, adding to her movements the quality of some mermaid creature scene through the ripples of ocean waves, complimented by the slicked back, wet from the ocean styling of her hair. A mere token was made to modesty, in the form of a flesh coloured lingerie bottom, but nothing else. https://tinyurl.com/7w5wz4k4
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 20:36:33 ]
The lights of the pulse are meant for the bold. Duchess Eriussa has given herself the task of breaking the ceiling in regards to bold. Possibly beautiful. She has to take her time upon entering, the moodier lighting does things to her depth perception and overall understanding of what is around her. She shimmers in silvers and dusky blacks embellished with glittering stones. The high necked dress is made more risque by the low profile sides that lead to a low gathered back below her dimples. Crystals on silver chains hang and swing, a few in the shapes of moons. At her hip upon a segmented silver belt is her sword, Jyn'til. Wrapped heels rise up her legs and her skin is dotted with its own jewels - literally everywhere. Her usually full auburn hair has been slicked back and dusted in silver to fall from a high pony tail with more crystals and upon her head? A radial crown that makes her look even more like the heavenly body of a moon.
"By the moon," she curses below her breath as she tries to not let shadows play with her ability to walk in the club towards the loud announcement that is Tarq. Her hand extends to her side in order to keep herself from bumping into anything.
[ B'haav Adasta (Bav) | 20:41:47 ]
Into the doors of the Pulse, fashionably late but perhaps not intended as such, admit a hulking figure nearly as wide as tall, with steps heavy and felt from close proximity as the approaching figure makes their way in the direction of roped-off couches. No one had invited a soldier, but someone did invite a Balosar. The Power Armor hums with energy as servos assist every movement, allowing the Balosar within to function while wearing a weight that would normally flatten him. The armor is unpainted, all identifying decals and trim reduced to a polished durasteel silver. Atop the formidable helm of Corellian Armor Systems origin, a solid metal trilby rests at a slightly rakish angle, secured in place with industrial magnets; the hat's band is made of woven aurodium links - the only color in the ensemble - and in lieu of a feather, the blade of a disassembled vibrodagger sticks up, bent slightly to stand in place of a feather. A cloak hangs from thick, industrial link chains that clasp across the neck, with broad shoulderboards before descending the back to cover the suit's power generator. The cloak is made of durasteel chainmail, with flat platelets attached on the outside to give the semblance of dragonscale as it drapes down the back to just below the suit's knee. In one hand, a delicate and ornately decorated silver cane. In the other, a small 'gift bag' is held daintily in a powerful durasteel grip.
B'haav Adasta, the one within this 'costume' - for such it must be for one such as him - pauses frequently as dancers close around him and excuses are politely made through the sharpened voxbox filter that turns his gravelly voice into a grating and sinister source of nightmare.
<"Er... Excuse me. Sorry. Pardon. Excuse me..."> Even with the harsh filter... The illusion is shattered when the Balosar speaks. He looks from the stage, to the transparently fashionable Tamsin Cas, quickly away to the Hapan Duchess in full lunar array. <"Excuse me, Duchess, would you like a hand?"> The figure indicates the intended direction, in case it wasn't clear that he was also a guest.
[ Khalim (Kh) | 20:47:00 ]
Khalim may disappoint, in his decidedly unexciting and rather standard (for him) club 'costume', but he's here for one over-riding purpose: to celebrate his friend-in-club-debauchery's birthday. And there's only one way the Mirialan feels he can properly do so, and that's dressed to impress.
Dress shirt? Fitted, the a rich, dark charcoal, well starched, and so finely threaded it would seem only a team of slender-fingered ghostlings could manage the hand-stitching. Untucked, of course.
Pants? He wears them.
Shoes? Black nerf-leather with intricate white stiching in geometric patterns, and looking equal in expense to the rest of the ensemble, combined. Also, somewhat grippy, and good for dancin'!
The Mirialan makes his way past door-checkers, pocket-pat-downers, and weapon-takers and is headed towards the Pulse's natural first watering hole, the bar, when he hears Tarq's announcements just off his present course. He detours, and a pat on the back is followed by a well quirked grin. "Your /birthday/, Tarq? I suppose that means I'll have no recollection come morning."
[ Hadrix Kora (Had) | 20:51:48 ]
Helmet off, at first, the big man was just on his way to the bar at the back of the club when music stops snd Tarq announces himself. The idea of a birthday celebration catching Hadrix up short, earning his shoulder pauldron a little 'tonk' from Gripper that gets him moving again, Krayt scale cape hanging heavy behind him while the clanking, walking, armory of a man drifts through the crowd towards one of the serving areas with little snackys.
Because who doesn't love horse doovers when they were planning on a drink?
Oo! Fire weed.
The Massive Mandalorian is the least of club attired sorts. Armor that looks black in the dark lighting, but shimmering with the iridescence of oil or petroleum fuel over water that gives him an insect wings radiance. There's a wafer O meat put down his face before the helmet of his armor is slipped back on, leaving only the black T-visor to indicate where he's looking, the balor red pinprick behind the right branch.
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 20:59:22 ]
In walk several who took 'creatively dressed' to heart. The Kuati host has no datapad in hand, but someone near him does seem to be taking pictures unobtrusively of entering guests. He blinks, looking the doctor down and up. "Never did Tarq Najjic think he would see the day." A finger passes near his eye. "So boldly beautiful." A proud tear? He leans in to press cheek to cheek and again on the other side, squeezes her hand, and then waves towards the couches.
"Eriu!" Spotting what's Hapan-ing with her in the dark, he calls, "This way. Follow sound of Tarq Najjic. Look /and/ sound gorgeous!" She gets no titles from him, but he repeats the air-kiss on each cheek when she arrives.
Upon sighting the power armor - bedecked in fineries, albeit heavier and more metallic than is B'haav's general wont - he opens his mouth, but doesn't say anything. His eyes travel up to the top, and only when he spies the hat, and the Balosar's behavior towards Eriu, does it click. "/B'haav?/" After a moment he adds, "Transgressive. Never have seen power armor... with fashion."
"Khalim!" Tarq grins. "You, you dudsed! Did not expect it," he admits. He clasps the man's forearm. "No memory means no regrets." He taps the side of his head with a knowing look. "Am going to go circulate," he adds, and begins moving around the room. Hadrix gets a look, but he is not where he can intercept him at present.
[ Imani (I) | 21:00:08 ]
It's a party, and the party said costumes, right? Did she imagine it? If she did she's going to maybe be embarrassed, if it's possible for her to feel any sense of embarrassment. It might not be given her choice of wardrobe tonight, that being a skin tight one piece that looks a lot like it was meant for swimming, black in color with angular slashes of red at the hips. She wears a metallic belt that's chunky enough to obviously be some kind of statement piece, and a lightweight cloak that flutters with the slightest breeze or movement. She has knee-high boots that are a similar black shade, with incredibly practical heels, and black gloves that have what look like knives tucked inside against each arm. Her curly hair is down, a bit wild thanks to the soggy weather outside. It's with this interesting outfit choice that she makes her way over to the closed off section, looking around for those she knows.
[ Netep Muri (Muri) | 21:01:56 ]
For as colorful a personality (and often hair/wardrobe) Netep Muri presents on a daily basis, her attire this evening is nothing overly extravagant. It's fancier than she typically troubles herself to wear and exposes a healthy swath of dusky, desert tan the length of her spine, but that's about it. Unaturally vivid lenses - Muri standard. Too many chromium buckles on an outfit? Muri standard. Enough earrings, bangles, and who knows what else where else to stock a jeweler? Muri standard. The teal gem tones of her blouse, in her eyes, and whorls of purple in her cosmic blue hair were planned carefully to coordinate though, so that's some effort, right? Also, the hairdo itself must've taken a few hours to achieve, given the volume she's working with.
Muri clunk-clonks her way down the steps into the heart of the matter, meandering a slow, unhurried path for the birthday boy while her eyes roam the room in entirety. Marking future targets.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 21:06:09 ]
By the time Tamsin Cas made it to the couches which had been secured for the party, there was no doubt the woman had caused no small amount of a stir, whether by her attire, or simply because of that train which was not to be stepped on, thank you very much, but which did make it impossible for anyone to move easily and quickly in her proximity. The smile she offered Tarq, small, but genuine, was perfectly timed to his cheek kisses. And, she was prepared, it would seem, as she kept one hand across her chest, the other available to be squeezed, before she began the process of finding a comfortable place to sit which would allow her to array her dress around her, and take in the arrival of the rest of the party's guests. That single still free hand lifted in both greeting and invitation as the partygoers converged on the man of the evening.
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 21:07:16 ]
The voice of B'haav coming out of a set of power armor that begins to coalesce beside her into being and present understanding gives Eriu pause. "What..." Like she just can not computer his existence in such a suit. She blinks a few times and leans in and even with the distance quickly disappearing with her motion she stares for longer.
"To say that the moon hath frozen over would be putting it lightly," she remarks, her head lifting as she glances in the direction of the voice trying to lead her - Tarq is a blur.
"I really should look at having my eyes fixed..if at all possible. Point out everyone and who they are for me? I would be so appreciative." But she's waving at everyone nonetheless.
[ B'haav Adasta (Bav) | 21:20:11 ]
B'haav smiles, though the durasteel shell he wears bears no real form of expression. <"They DO call it a suit of armor, Tarq Najjic. Still... I knew you would not appreciate something so simple as my normal wear. So I had to speak with my sartorial squad and hatters and push the limits. My limits, anyway."> Cordial, and utterly foreign with that voxbox edge to it. The Balosar nods, offering a steel arm for the Hapan to hold as he takes hesitant and heavy steps toward the couches.
<"Of course, Duchess. Thus far, we are preceded by Doctor Tamsin Cas, in the..."> There's an unfortunate cough from within the power armor. <"Transparent outfit of aquatic theme, with a very elegant train."> B'haav looks around, keeping an eye out for other familiar figures. <"I believe I saw Khalim nearing the bar, and it would seem Muri has just arrived as well. I'll... Mention anyone approaching. I was reading the primer on advisorial etiquette, so... I'll try not to make a mess of it."> There are other faces in and around the area, but it's unclear who is in the party, who will be coming, and who will perhaps steer clear. The generator hums beneath the dragonscaled cloak as steady, overly-polite progress is made toward the couch.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had) | 21:23:42 ]
Movement in the club, despite the lights and the chaos is forefront and Hadrix's situational awareness remains key as he makes his way, at long last, to the long counter and points at a bottle before seeming to stand at utter nonchalance for the surroundings. A benefit to the condensed view wrap-around visuals provided by the helmet. Allowing quiet observation while trying to decide if the helmet stays on or comes back off.
Tarq, though, is followed - head turning if/when he catches the man looking his way and offering a polite nod. A pause and then a look to the tender before another small 'be right back' gesture is offered.
Looming back to his full height and making the decision to start towards the crown wearing birthday celebrant. Now it's just the question the big wampalorian walking towards someone going to cause some sort of 'bad reaction' before anyone knows for sure what's happening.
<<"Why do you have the helmet on?">> The husky, Coruscani lilted, voice of the ID10 at Hadrix's shoulder chiming in, over private comms, gaining a turn of the head from the old, antiquated, B1 on the left and the BB unit at his ankles. <<"Loud in here.">> <<"You look like a bounty hunter.">> <<"Well I'm not a bounty hunter.">> The droid's synthesized voice comes back in a mocking version of Hadrix's own, similarly accented, broken stone and glass voice, <<"Well you look like a bounty hunter.">> <<"Shut up, Gripper.">>
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 21:29:53 ]
While the decked out armor might not be familiar, the moon goddess figure was, as well the voice emanating from said armor. "B'haav, Ms. Jinx, there are some reserved seats, if you've come for the party." Imani, too, was waved over, though she was still at a distance that made speaking difficult. Just as Tamsin was offering her come hithers, one of the servers passed, "A glass of sparkling water with a slice of citrus, please." Fancy Cas was fancy. And then, once her work was done, Tamsin glanced towards Tarq, "You look a picture, as always Tarq. Are you pleased with the attendance so far?"
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 21:32:34 ]
Tarq is unashamedly admiring the rear of a woman in a one-piece whose cape is drifting out next to her when he halts, and looks up to her face with wide eyes. "Imani?!" He puts his finger and thumb on his chin. "Did not think you would actually /not/ wear armor, though Tarq Najjic asked. Should wear this more often," he encourages, winking and then walking out of immediate shivving range. She does have those knives in her gloves.
And then he is approached by the Mandalorian. "Hadrix." He gives a solemn nod, having seen his head a moment ago. He glances at his armor and cape. "Do not know if you knew of party," he says quietly, "because you would wear the same either way, yes?" He claps the armor on his shoulder and suggests with a small smile, "Easier to drink without helmet on. Show bright, shining face." The eye is bright, at least.
Muri has kept her distance with her slow progress so far, and Tarq takes advantage to pop by the bar. "Four honey-wine mixers," he asks courteously, "One glass of sparkling water with citrus slice. And tray." A short while later, he is carrying back drinks to the 'Reserved' section like a common waiter with an uncommon outfit. He places the water in Tamsin's hand, telling the waiter who spoke to her, "Is taken care of." He beams, "Thank you! Am happy. Is glorious, yes?" nodding to her and setting three of the four drinks down on the table with it. Then he is off, carrying the one, and placing it in Eriu's outstretched feeler hand that is preventing her from bumping into things, and hooking his her elbow with his arm. "Is Tarq Najjic. Will get you to couch." And he does his best to guide, along with B'haav at her other side. She's not bumping into anything at this point, it's just a matter of closing the distance.
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 21:35:43 ]
"Ahh yes, there I hear her voice. Thank you..." Eriussa remarks to B'haav who has one side of her and will never let her fall wearing what he is wearing. She half giggles to herself listening to the servos next to her. "So then you are the Knight of the Moon. I like it." She chuckles and glances around, hearing voices she recognizes.
"I can not wait to get closer to see what everyone is wearing." Hapan's just can not see when its low lighting and clubs? Not the best place for them. She suddenly hears Tarq beside her and a blur becomes more defined. "Oh hello, darling. Happy Birthday!" The black lipped woman leans over and manages to tag his cheek with a kiss that might leave a smear and then follows along. "Oh what treatment, just get me to a seat so I do not have to worry anyone else."
[ Imani (I) | 21:38:54 ]
Imani smiles at Tamsin as she waves, choosing to head in that direction for now. "I am not going to wear this more often," she promises Tarq. "I think this is a special occasion sort of outfit that should be saved for those, or else it loses the special nature of it." She doesn't look uncomfortable exactly, but she's definitely accustomed to wearing more substancial outfits.
[ Netep Muri (Muri) | 21:40:34 ]
"Tarq Najjic, Netep Muri has heard your promise of /fun/ and has come to Pulse, on the third day." Glamor Muri upcurls a sly quirk of lip after she says it, having blatantly adopted Tarq's rhythm of speech for the duration of greeting. She'd made it to the couches just in time to intercept her host's return from the bar. He and his escorts. "How does fun suit Tarq Najjic, thus far?" A turn of head most pointedly eyes Tamsin - all of her - through the transparent tripping hazard.
"I know it's suiting me quite well." And then a milder smile, to examine the silvery pair. One finger goes boldy aloft to graze the 'feather' in the moon knight's cap.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had) | 21:45:27 ]
Tarq is followed after the clap on his shoulder, despite the heavy plating the man wears his movement is a glide rather than a tromp. Weaving when needed and nodding to B'haav when near the armored individual, actually speaking aloud, <"Used to wear a suit like that."> upnodding towards the balosaur, glad of the vocalizer to make his voice heard over the din.
<"Tarq Najjic"> said next once the gentleman has guided people to the couches. <"I'm not used to birthdays. Long story. I'm not good at presents unless they fire bolts, missiles, or plasma. But." now here is where things might get interesting for Hadrix Kora - he reaches out, if he can, to rest gauntleted hands on either side of Tarq's head. Why? well with a surprising amount of care for a man who looks like he bench-presses speederbikes, the Massive Mandalorian aims to bump the cold metal crown of his helmet to Najjic's forehead, <"Happy birthday.">
And if he hasn't been stopped, shot at... well maybe even if he's been shot at; The Massive Mandalorian offers a small squeeze to the smaller man's shoulder.
[ B'haav Adasta (Bav) | 21:47:53 ]
B'haav nods. <"Aesthetically speaking, I likely synergize well with moonglow, A cascade of reflected light, suiits you Eriu Jynx."> As Tarq returns to take up the Duchess's other arm, smoother progress is made, though more than once a pause is found as B'haav has to avoid some encroaching dancer. This is NOT the outfit to wear when one might step on someone's toes. No dancing for this Balosar. Crossing the boundary into the reserved seating, B'haav waits for the Hapan to pick her seat before he'll move on to his own. Something sturdy, likely.
<"Thank you, Doctor. I'm not normally a 'party' individual, but... How does one truly say no to Tarq Najjic? I don't think it's any simple task."> B'haav first offers an inscrutable durasteel look to Tarq Najjic with a nod, though there is at least mirth in the sharpened, electronically filtered voice. Looking around, the heads-up display in his helm is calculating the strength of couches and loveseats - information to which he is not normally privy. <"How does the clinic fare?"> B'haav also scans for a... 'gift table.' He looks up to the other armored individual.
<"How do you find sturdy enough furniture?">
[ Jallo Dara (Jallo) | 21:47:57 ]
Jallo had heard there's a party... And he was on the planet with nothing better to do so the man shows up in a silk kimono styled robe and a hookah pipe following him on a sled as steps into the club... And takes a moment holding onto the wall until he's used to the sounds of the club and then starts to make his way towards the bar.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 21:51:06 ]
The smile Tamsin offered Muri as the galactic adventurer and swoop champion looked her way was mild, and all amusement, as she kept that hand across her chest, the free one, her left, reaching for the class of water which had been offered. A sip was taken, before the glass was set down again, and the hand, instead, put to work drawing in the fabric of her 'gown', allowing for more room at the couches of they were necessary, "No says no to Tarq Najjic and does not rue the day," was Tamsin's reply, as the trip of birthday boy, balosar and goddess arrived at the couches, "Even Hadrix has come to offer his best wishes." Tamsin did not interrupt the offering of birthday wishes.
Tamsin, as an aside to B'haav: "You have to have faith."
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 21:59:45 ]
Finally the oasis has been reached and the nightblind Hapan is thankful for it, glad to adjust her sword forward some so she can relax back on a seat with a sigh, drink brought to her lips to sip before she speaks "Tamsin, what are you wearing?" She genuinely means it too. What /is/ she wearing. "We really need to talk about fixing my eyesight if we can...I can not continue to be on Nar Shaddaa like this. I am a moving target." Eriu grins and then looks to Imani who she does not know, having to squint a bit to get some of her details. "Greetings." She says warmly and then glances up. "Did someone say Hadrix? He's here? Bah this eyesight."
Another deep drink is taken. "Going to need another drink soon. We are celebrating."
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 22:02:17 ]
Tarq smirks at Muri, but his eyes show the lines that it is a genuine smile. "Fun does not - suit - Tarq Najjic. Fun /is/ Tarq Najjic. Am busy, but in best way." He bends down slightly to squeeze Netep's hand with a smile as wholesome as he is really capable of. "Thank you - for coming. Do not know /how/ to choose most creative, but judge panel is - Tarq Najjic, so- will find way. Ah, and take drink. Honey-wine is thick, but with tonic, spritz of citrus, and two shots motato liquor? Drunk /so/ fast." And he puts one into Muri's hand, closes her fingers around it, and slips away.
His eyebrow rises, but he makes no objection nor dodges as Hadrix reaches him again. He blinks when his crown hits the Mandalorian armor helmet with a ting. Only when Hadrix squeezes his shoulder does he realize: "Ohhh." This is a Mandalorian gesture, and is actually gentle, so- "Thank you," he says quietly with a smile. "Desired presence, not presents, anyway." He makes sure his crown is in the proper place, and then presses a glass of honey-wine mixer onto the appetizer table next to them. "Here. Try. Not as sweet as you think, and very strong."
He stops, taking a deep breath and looking around him. He holds the mic up to his face, but his words don't come out the sound system. Instead, the music changes away from its tribal rhythms to warbat trance, haunting and desperate with a bit of synthesizer. Then he takes up a glass from the table and has his own sip, which he savors, eyes half-closed.
[ Zhu Yan (Yan) | 22:06:50 ]
Every party needs a pooper that's why they invited Yan.
"I made it!" declared the diminutive, hairy, possibly-only-slightly-taller-than-a-Chadra-Fan-but-actually-about-5'6 smuggler. Having head the message he'd received in vague passing as he was doing something untoward and possibly very unethical, it was a miracle he'd even gotten the date right. Let us not mention how he went into the Blue Light first and publicly wondered where everybody was. Good work, Yan.
He'd missed the memo about it being a costume party too, so he'd dressed as Han Solo Ordered From Wish, with that bomber jacket and the dire need of a haircut. It was dark in here even for him, so he squinted and he peered and he put his palm above eyes to block out the light and... that was an eclectic bunch over there in what Yan assumed was a corner (he couldn't see, not due to night-blindness, but due to inability to process that which he didn't agree with). "Is that you guys?!" he erupted over the din, with all the indoor voice of a drunk Mandalorian.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 22:09:56 ]
"Well, I had one person pronounce it a piece of high fashion," Tamsin offered in answer to Eriu's question, "And, then, I had another tell me it was the most extravagant rain jacket they had ever seen. So...I believe it is somewhere between the former and the latter." The water was reclaimed, though Tamsin did switch from using her right hand to cover to the left. Modesty did become tiring, and all, "I am calling it pre-emptive haute couture." But, there was a serious comment in there, and the doctor, not the burgeoning fashionista nodded, "Certainly we can discuss it. Such procedures are relatively routine." And then, as she looked over to B'haav, "And the clinic is doing quite well." The slightest wrinkle of her nose at the smell of tabacc smoke, which brought her gaze over to the miraluka, her voice pitched so that he could locate her above the sounds of the rest of the club around her, "Ah, Jallo...I see you came prepare for the after party." The bellowing not quite a bat-man, Tamsinw as not sure she knew, but she raised a hand regardless. He did apepar to be looking for company.
[ Imani (I) | 22:10:55 ]
Imani finds herself a drink, though she doesn't seem intent on drinking too much, or getting intoxicated tonight. Or basically ever. The greeting from Eriu wins her a dazzling smile. "Hello. I'm pretty sure we haven't met. I'm Imani." Just the one name is all she ever offers anyone, and it's no exception here today. She takes a sip of her drink. "This party is something else, isn't it?"
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 22:14:13 ]
"I am going to go with its a something else and I am sorry I can not quite see everything." Which is a shame really considering. That is not say that Eriu can not enjoy what she can see. "I like when things are unique. Put your name on that...and of course we can speak about improving eye sight later, hopefully in preparation for the next Tarq party."
She chuckles and takes a deep drink of what is before her, letting out a long breath after as Imani introduces herself. "Eriu Jynx, or Eriussa here. It is all well and as for the party? I think it matches the host." She tips her glass in the last known direction of one Tarq. Then that voice that enters next makes her glances towards the power armor. "It isn't, is it?"
[ Jallo Dara (Jallo) | 22:15:31 ]
Jallo Dara nods a bit as he hears Tamsin and offers a wave in that direction, "I did! Best I could do on short order when I'd realized it was a party I was hearing when I passed by." He continues over to the bar to get himself a glass of an amber liquid before he makes his way over towards the doctor and company.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had) | 22:17:02 ]
There is a nod to Tarq when he understands, the red light behind the visor flicking as if to wink or blink, but the big man interrupts him no more as he goes about to handle his matters of having his party. The droids with the Mandalorian all looking at the big man, but without actual faces; expression is hard to figure.
<"Move as if you're sitting down and engage your leg actuator locks. Once they're locked you can relax. The lumbar-support and back padding is comfortable and you don't need to tense up. Just remember to start standing up a second before you disengage the actuator locks or you're going to spill hard."> said rather matter of fact to B'haav - but the big man is apparently versed in working a crowded room; so he moves to the next target.
<"Yes, Eriu, I'm present."> then Zhu Yan is yowling like a Monkey Lizard with it's tail under a hutt, <"For the present at least. You need night-vision goggles."> Hapans. <"You look lovely as ever, I might add."> bowing his head towards her before he is at full height once more, like a big midnight purple storm cloud.
[ Netep Muri (Muri) | 22:22:45 ]
"Mmm, thank you..." Muri purrs, wasting no time in pouring a third of that honey wine and its assorted components down her throat. She follows the dapper suit of power armor as it stomps by with a silently arched brow and re examines her baaaarely pricked finger. "Might be his nicest feather yet."
Great care is then taken to avoid trampling Tamsin's train by way of exaggeratedly long step OVER the thing, rather than go around so that she might settle into a perch of noncommital nature, on the loveseat's arm rather than cushion. "It is!" she chirps in reply to a question NOT directed her way, but smile of agreement to the caped woman, nonetheless. And then, because why not, she HOLLERS BACK in as terrible a Yan voice as she can mimic to answer her sometimes boss...
"IT IIIIIIS!!!!" *voicecrack*sip*
[ B'haav Adasta (Bav) | 22:26:16 ]
<"Netep Muri, we're forming something of a block if you seek seating,"> Says the power-armored Balosar B'haav Adasta. He looks up to Hadrix, the armor showing the faintest sign of a nod as he listens to instructions. It had taken a great deal of training to be able to WEAR this outfit, but none of it had involved seating. <"Thank you, sir."> For the moment, the Balosar knits his brows, listens to the instructions again in his mind and follows them. A moment later, a gentle sort of resting hover is engaged. <"That's... That's better."> B'haav's head turns as quickly as the Moon, though. Muri's reply is first, but B'haav does not leave the question unanswered in voxbox filtration.
<"Yes, Duchess. It is, indeed, Zhu Yan."> He winces at the hollering, more than the music, and briefly eyes the bag still held in his right hand, while the cane is gently leaned against his leg. He looks up to Imani. <"It's nice to meet you, Imani. I am B'haav Adasta. And any friend of Tarq Najjic's is either a friend of mine, or no doubt every bit as interesting.">
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 22:34:49 ]
Tamsin, who had tried to get the train out of the way, offered a tip of her head by way of apology to Muri, as the other woman made her way over to the space where the group who seemed to know each other were gathering. Despite the shift in music, and the thrum of dance hall vibes that vibrated the air, the mostly but not at all partly dressed doctor was more than content to remain in her seat, "There is plenty of room if you'd like to join us, Jallo." She would wait for a break in the conversation to introduce the man around, "Jallo Dara, of Clan Dara." And then, the others, though she indicated Tqrq especially, "And Tarq Najjic, the gentleman of the evening."
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 22:38:31 ]
The faint outline that is more of a block is Hadrix though when he inclines his head there is some more definition to his frame. "Ahhh yes, there you are. Do forgive me for not commenting on yourself but I am noticing there is no red glow where there used to be," comments Eriu, a smile pulling at her lips as she holds the nearly empy glass. "Why -thank- /you/." A side glances and a coy smile are offered as she motions to the drinks. "Drink...lots to drink about. Tarq our illustrious host is a year older and has a continued existance in this world.
She lifts her glass and finishes it in honor of the birthday boy.
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 22:40:57 ]
Now Tarq does have a datapad, and he's flipping through what look to be numerous pictures of many, many humans and aliens. Each page is pictures of one individual. He is swiping left on most of them. Then he's looking harder at the pictures, lips pursed. He shakes his head, examines the data pad further, and finishes the rest of his drink. He ambles over to the bar, deep in thought, and after a brief conversation, a waiter follows him from behind the bar with a tray.
Upon the tray are three items in a line. On the left side is a bottle of amber color, some of it poured into a flute, a decorate green twist around the top. On the right: a bottle that is a bit fizzy and the color of a dark rum, with a small glass in front of it, with an electro-lighter leaning against it. And in the middle, behind an empty wine glass, is an unopened bottle of Alderaanian Toniray wine, a blue-green bubbly that is as much a status symbol for its ever-increasing rarity as it is a well-reviewed, refreshing drink.
The music stops, and Tarq speaks into his microphone cylinder again. "So many wonderful outfits. Such vision, such courage. Only by daring to be /outrageous/ can we push boundaries. The three most creative, this day, have Tarq Najjic's thanks - his blessing - and his prizes." He gives the tray a desultory wave, and it is held higher.
Security is a bit on edge, staring at the crowd as there are a few gasps and 'ooohs.' That wine, in particular, costs more than many sentients here will earn in a year - or more.
[ Jallo Dara (Jallo) | 22:45:26 ]
Jallo Dara nods a bit as he makes his way over to Tamsin and company. As the birthday boy is introduced to him he offers a bow of his head towards Tarq, "Happy birthday Tarq. It's always a glorious day to have survived another cycle." As he's introduced to everybody he offers them a nod of his head despite the fact that his eyes are bound behind leather strips.
[ Zhu Yan (Yan) | 22:45:32 ]
"OH GOOD!" Someone should get Yan a voicebox that halves the amount of noise he makes. It wouldn't be enough, but points for trying. "HANG ON MEEYURI I'M COMING OVER!" At least he paired a voice to the name.
What followed was a profoundly uncomfortable effort of pushing through crowds of revellers on a thronging dance floor. It was truly 'the haps', as it were. It wasn't even the most direct route, but Yan was the kinda guy who just started walking forwards and if people were in his way so be it. He didn't have the mass to pull it off like, say, Hadrix, but he tried.
He was in the middle of the crowd when the music stopped and The Fop At The Top spoke. "I've had it, it's vinegar!" exclaimed Yan, the audacious grin of an ineffectual troublemaker plastered all over his face.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 22:51:53 ]
Tamsin, turning to listen to the pronouncement, once again switched arms, and accepted a refill of her water, "I am quite happy to see so many familiar faces. Tarq deserves a party as momentous as the occasion." And it was indeed such a party, as the gathering of friends and compatriots filled some of the cordoned off boths. Eriu in her guise as a moon goddess, Imani resplendent in her cape of many colours, B'haav in his future-magic armor, Muri, looking as resplendent as ever, a tall Miriluka in a dandy smoking jacket and tabacc pipe, Hadrix in armor, and Tamsin in a dress that was both everything and nothing. Add to that a scoundrel barreling through the crowd, and the general bubble of activity on the dancefloor and it was certainly a celebration.
[ Xavier Harcourt (Xav) | 22:59:06 ]
The Pulse is ever a place that lives up to its name and tonight is certainly no different. Xavier has been present for the tail end of the festivities; lingering along the back wall with his arms crossed and dark eyes looking over the stomach-churning explosion of colours. And that's not even taking into account the various lighting fixtures that turns this place into a kaleidoscope.
Donning not a single saavy piece of clothing, Xavier pushes away from the wall with a nudge of his shoulders and makes his way over towards the incredibly hard-to-miss group. "Najjic, you never fail to keep me on my toes. Just when I think I've seen it all." He gestures to those gathered, all wearing their... best? "Adasta." There's genuine surprise there. "Muri." No surprise at all. Imani and Eriu get a curious tilt of his head. Then... oh, that grin widens. "Hadrix Kora. Do wonders ever cease?"
[ Hadrix Kora (Had) | 23:01:35 ]
There is a slow turn to Yan's top level yowling, while there is a nod to Eriu, <"Helmet is on. Covers the glow at distance."> easy enough explanation while he opts to keep his helmet on at this point. Too much chaos now, but B'haav gets one last small instructional,
<"Reconfigure your jets to your feet controls and bottom of your palms, below the saddle joint of your thumb - then it's only tension pressure to operate as well as heel pressing. Makes squeezing easier to fire your jets individually on the move. You'll find it a lot better than the CAS standard palm and ball of the foot. Those settings make weapon handling and walking require a sub-circuit; wastes time. Can get you killed.">
A note of Jallo's clan brings a tilt to his head, the brief <"Su'cuy, Jallo be Aliit'Dara"> Literally, 'So, you're still alive, Jallo of Clan Dara' - a standard greeting for one of his kind that is erupted by Harcourt who gets a helmet tilt of his own. <"I'm just a man who appears where he wills.">
For now the headache of Zhu Yan is shoved aside.
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 23:03:00 ]
Tarq Najjic points over at Yan. "That man - speaks his truth." Pause. "Which is lies. But has no taste. Welcome, Zhu Yan," he says dryly.
"Second runner up," Tarq's voice comes both from the speakers and right in front of his gathered guests. "B'haav Adasta, in most fabulously-dressed power armor in history. Is shockingingly avant garde for Balosar with most consistent high Hapan fashion on moon." A waiter places the glass with the lighter in front of him and ignites it with a flick. "For you, a Star Flare. Mandalorian present in case of armor-fire drink accident."
"Choice was - extremely - difficult. First runner up: Eriu Jynx, resplendent as moon, soft tinkling announcing majestic presence. Traditional forms pushed to /limit/ and beyond." The waiter places the Dressellian sling in front of her, bottle and glass both.
"Winner is Tamsin Cas, whose conservative dress is cast aside in favor of outfit with little modesty and great adventurism, who will be safest of all in acid rain, but not from stares." The wine is placed on the table before her. "In one of life's great ironies, winner does not drink. Did not believe she would compete. So wrong was Tarq Najjic." And the music starts again.
To the three of them, he suggests, "Try at least one glass, Tamsin, to say you have." He takes the bottle and puts a glass down in front of her, then places more glasses on the table. He plops down on a couch. "You three made - life - difficult. In best way." He is beaming.
You gave Dressellian Gunslinger - 23364 to Eriu Jynx.
You gave Star Flare - 23363 to B'haav Adasta.
You gave Alderaanian Toniray Wine - 23362 to Tamsin Cas.
[ Netep Muri (Muri) | 23:09:19 ]
"Oh, goody," Muri murmurs in the wake of Yan's screamed assurances. A glance is paid to those around the perimeter of this 'block' of couches. The /cool/ kids at the party. When Xavier comes to investigate the scene, her chin's lifted and aimed juuuust a little apart from acknowledging his approach head-on, in favor of listening to and watching what the birthday boy does next.
The prizes are booze!
The prizes are booze.
A mild slant of her mouth presses lips against lips as she follows the bestowing of the booze with her eyes to land upon the Balosar. Watch. Wait. Watch. It's a moment of Lorrdian mastery, the suddenly blank slate that is her expression, or rather lackthereof. Observing as a neutral party? That's Muri's /real/ costume of the hour. Her own glass, meanwhile, gets lifted to lips and she finally utters a belated "Xavier."
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas) | 23:10:14 ]
As the winners of the contest were announced, Tamsin dipped her head, first to B'haav, and then to Eriu. For herself, she offered nothing, save perhaps a concession to Tarq, as he poured her a glass of wine, "If there is enough for all to have a toast from the bottle, then I will. And thank you, Tarq, it was a kindness." Once again, Tamsin switched the arm banded across her chest from right, back to left, signaling to the nearest server for enough empty glasses to serve the table from the bottle she had 'won'. She did, when it was time, and she was sure everyone had a glass of //something// with which to toast, raise a glass, "Happy birthday, Tarq Najjic. May the next year be as glorious as the last."
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 23:14:57 ]
As B'haav is annoucned she claps, smiling at the bearmored figure with a growing grin that leaves her white teeth shining. She inclines her head to him as she is already looking for another drink now that the Balosaur is being watered for his win. Xavier is another blob and sone she can not make out thanks to her eyes sight but assumes he is someone Tarq knows. Whether Xavier is a he or she or humanoid is still yet to be discovered by the Hapan.
At the annoucement of being first runner up there may be just a tidge of disappointment. Just a hint but she smiles brightly and inclines her head, crystals swaying in her hair as her dress sparkles just as Tarq says. The drink set before her gets eyed before she reaches out to take it.
It only gets so far before Tamsin is announced winner. "I will see this in the light of day at some point but congratulations!" She claps, having to forgo her drink for the moment to accept one from the winner. "Thank you." She sips from it and adjusts, trying to find the spot she had that allowedf or her sword to not be a problem.
[ Eriu Jynx (EJ) | 23:14:57 ]
As B'haav is annoucned she claps, smiling at the bearmored figure with a growing grin that leaves her white teeth shining. She inclines her head to him as she is already looking for another drink now that the Balosaur is being watered for his win. Xavier is another blob and sone she can not make out thanks to her eyes sight but assumes he is someone Tarq knows. Whether Xavier is a he or she or humanoid is still yet to be discovered by the Hapan.
At the annoucement of being first runner up there may be just a tidge of disappointment. Just a hint but she smiles brightly and inclines her head, crystals swaying in her hair as her dress sparkles just as Tarq says. The drink set before her gets eyed before she reaches out to take it.
It only gets so far before Tamsin is announced winner. "I will see this in the light of day at some point but congratulations!" She claps, having to forgo her drink for the moment to accept one from the winner. "Thank you." She sips from it and adjusts, trying to find the spot she had that allowedf or her sword to not be a problem.
[ Imani (I) | 23:18:57 ]
Those who introduced themselves to Imani were given bright smiles. Everyone is from her, honestly, she just seems like a warm and friendly person. Then she vanished for a bit, as sometimes happens in group settings, but she's returned again with a different drink that looks like it might just be water, sipping at it as she casually meanders here way over, cloak fluttering behind her.
[ Jallo Dara (Jallo) | 23:20:47 ]
Jallo Dara glances over at Hadrix and nods, "Su'cuy, gar." Then the winners are being announced and Jallo gives proper cheers for them all as the prizes are handed out. He's getting ready to take another sip of his beer when glasses of really really old wine passed around so he takes his and raises it with the toast, "Many glorious years." Then he takes a sip of the wine and sighs a bit, "This seems like a good year."
[ B'haav Adasta (Bav) | 23:23:32 ]
B'haav Adasta watches the stage as do most in the club. It's not easy not to, when the sound system sends Tarq Energy to all corners of the room. At his own name, a polite clap is offered. He hadn't put together this ensemble for accolade - in truth, it's a sort of punchline, where the only thing that makes it interesting is WHO wears it. His thoughts on this, or the first runner up and winner are hidden behind the durasteel visor as he simply joins in the applause of the room. He holds up a hand to wave off his own 'prize', having remained dry for quite some time now, luckily. Still, he doesn't have to poop anyone else's party, rather comfortable with his seating. He looks up to the Mandalorian and nods again.
<"Your advice is most welcome, Hadrix. In truth, I've yet to even think of taking this thing off the ground. It's much more... A costume on me than anything practically used, but I will be glad to use it more effectively if the time comes."> When Tarq approaches, and the Toniray Wine is purveyed to those who will indulge, he lifts his voice rather than an empty hand.
<"To those who gather to celebrate another year of one of the most energetic individuals I have had the pleasure to meet, and to Tarq Najjic himself."> B'haav raises the bag now and holds it in Tarq Najjic's direction. <"It is not much, but I found it on a recent trade run, and I thought of you, Tarq Najjic.">
[ Tarq Najjic (T) | 23:32:17 ]
From his spot on the couch, Tarq sips the Alderaanian wine. "Mmm. Is good." A beat later, he adds, "Still prefer liquor, but excellent - feel." He looks up to see Xavier, waving two fingers at him. "Mm. Have never seen it all, Xavier." He's smiling, but his eyes are slightly narrowed. "Never. Welcome to party. Favorite nightclub, favorite people," he muses. Is he getting maudlin? He takes another sip of the wine, holding it in his mouth a moment before swallowing.
When B'haav passes him the fruit brandy, his eyes sparkle. "Oh, thank you. Should not have, but will /certainly/ drink it."
As he finishes the glass, he puts it down on the table. He catches the eye of one of security people by the bar, and tips his hat towards the expensive wine on the table, which he passes off to the guard. He rises quickly to his feet, claps his hands once, and says, "Is dance floor time." How will they manage their elaborate fits on the floor?
Stylishly, no matter how many mishaps. It's all about attitude.
