Log:Wizbet the Yakora
Wizbet the Yakora
OOC Date: September 2nd, 2019
Location: Chance Castle,Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Kasia Ashkuri, Jehni'va Cihn
Nyla Forr, Kasia Ashkuri, and Jehni'va Cihn take a trip to The Chance Castle to watch the well-loved children's play 'Wizbet the Yakora'. What should have been a wholesome, family-friendly evening takes a drunken turn at intermission, when the three decide to steal the akk dog puppets used in the show.
The Chance Castle rests on one of the larger streets within the Corellian District. It also advertises with some of the largest and brightest flashing signs. Within its walls one will find a theater of pretty large size. Here the denizens of the Corellian District come to witness the different performances that the theater puts on, anything from live actor-plays, to droid orchestras to even Magick shows from the galaxy's best Magicians. The theater has a tall walls and a very high ceiling, the chamber itself is kept pretty dark, there are about somewhere around seven-hundred to eight-hundred seats to make up capacity for the house. The stage is rather large and giant curtains hang on either side of it, capable of being lowered to cover the stage contents or pulled back during show-time hours.
'The Spectacular Whimzical Wizbet!' reads all the signs and decoration strung out around the theater. The over exaggerated face of Wizbet the Yarkora is plastered everywhere. Children's theater! Yaaay. It's the very start of intermission and Nyla peels herself out of the doors to the main part of the theater. "There is a bar, right?" She turns and asks as she looks around. Her eyes narrow. Must find the bar before the children escape the theater and find the lobby.
"They really should have specified that this was a show for kids..." Jehni'va gripes, close on Nyla's heels. "I didn't know it was for kids but... I mean, it's cute - right?" The question is almost desperate in its optimism.
And the poster most assuredly and explicitly states that this is a show made for children.
"Uh... That way? I think?" It was the bathroom or the bar, but she's sure that she saw /something/ down to the left.
"I like the akk dog puppet." She admits by way of conversation on the way to the blessed, much needed alcohol. Kasia is also here, in the company of her family, and her adopted family, and a lot of strangers who are feeling the same sort of pain that she is right now. 'That Wizbet show' as she's called it since tickets were purchased, is not exactly her style. It is, however, exactly Boon's style, who has been absolutely loving every moment of it. Where is Boon now? At their seats, eating snacks that were brought in, and babbling at his father, or Naelyn, or whoever else is with him, about this wonderful show. Kasia needs a drink. "Is there a bar?" she asks, catching up to Nyla and Jehn. "I need a drink. If not I have Hex's flask on me, but it only has his cheap gin in it." She'll drink it if that's the only option.
"There /better/ be a bar," Nyla replies to Kasia. She spearheads the charge, finding it while dodging groups of parents, children, and weirdos who probably have Wizbet on their pillow cases. "What was that one part with the hologram stuff?" Nyla asks, whirling around with a vague air of triumph in front of the small, rounded bar set against the wall right next to the bathrooms. "It was weirdly sexual, right? Like... was that just me?"
"Kasia!" Jehn beams. "Isn't this adorable?" She asks, gesturing back at the theater proper. "Did you think it was for adults, too? I thought it was for adults." She was very excited to get tickets, you guys. She thought she was doing a good, good thing. Jehn was going to provide a sweet, entertaining night out. Instead, Jehn bought tickets to a children's show. "But it's cute." She tilts up against the bar beside Nyla. "...And weirdly sexual - yeah, he was /really/ using those hips. I feel like I recognized 'im, too. Or is /that/ just me? I'll get th'Twin Suns aaaaand whatever they're having." She speaks the latter to the 'tender, waving a hand at Kasia and Nyla.
"Hey," Kasia's second, less booze-needing greeting is warm, followed by a smile for both Jehn and Nyla. "Oh thank the fates, I thought I was going to have to drink Hex's gin, and that is honestly for emergencies only." The comment about the hologram gets a nod. "Yes. It was, wasn't it? I thought it was just me that saw it, Hex didn't notice anything, but it definitely was. I feel like sometimes they throw things like that in to amuse adults, but if it's not well done it just makes things weird. I'll have... whatever wine isn't awful. Surprise me." She's playing a dangerous game, but tonight she's a risk taker. "I knew it was for kids, Boon is in there with Hex. He's already seen this once with Naelyn, but he loved it so much that we thought we'd take him." Her expression suggests that she regrets this idea.
"Corellian Sunrise," Nyla orders for herself, reaching a hand out to place it on Jehn's shoulder. Brace herself, more accurately. "It's adorable," she tells Jehn with a look away so she doesn't roll her eyes by accident. "It'll be haunting my dreams for years, thank you Jehn." It's that non serious tone she uses with a wrinkle-nosed smirk. "Wait, Boon has sat through this twice?" Nyla asks, bewildered. "He might turn out evil, Kas. Keep an eye on it." She turns, leaning her back on the bar, watching other adults, mostly parents, zombie march towards it. "Don't hold out on the gin yet, Kas. We'll see how strong the drinks are, first." She turns, eyeing the bartender as if the stare will get things along faster. "The akk dogs puppets /were/ cute. Maybe we could steal one, Jehn. Use them to scare the hell out of people."
"Well, yeah - but, normally it's just... Quips about deathsticks and drinking!" Jehn rolls her eyes. "Not the... Generous suggestion of bum." Green butt reacts only, please. As Nyla speaks, anyone looking can see a little bit of light leave Jehn's eyes; it's /painfully/ apparent that this is widely known to be a children's show. "Boon is here?" But that perks her up a little. "How is the purple nurple doin'? I feel like we've been gone forever." It's been... Two months? Maybe more? The girls needed a vacation, and the kiss of Naboo's sun is still evident in Jehni'va's complexion.
But something else gives her a deep, meaningful pause. "...Do you really want to steal a puppet?" There's a pause. "If we could get backstage, we could get a puppet." She passes a /meaningful/ look between Kasia and Nyla. "And I'm sure Boon would love one."
Oh, yeah, and they all get drinks.
"Okay, those puppets were cute," Kasia will admit that much. "Boon would absolutely die to get one of those..." Normally this might be where a sane person would say that they can't, but all of that sanity has been driven out of Kasia, and now she just rolls with the crimes as they happen. "Yeah, he's here. He's doing great, I think he's trying to learn all the dance moves so he can show them to Naelyn later. It's adorable." Wine is served, and she grabs the glass for a big ole swallow. Better. "You guys were gone a while, but I understand wanting to get away. Hex and I have done that a few times since the whole incident at the starport. He bought property on some backwater world that barely even has a proper city in it on one of those trips. I think he wants to build a cabin there."
"Did you not see Boon basically hopping on Kasia's lap to try and touch the flying Wizbet hologram?" Nyla says, eyes wide at Jehn. "You were really engrossed, weren't you?" Also, Jehn was likely trying to touch the flying Wizbet as well. Her mouth slides into a grin and she takes her drink. She pushes off the bar, sips her drink, and strolls away with a nod to the other two to follow her. "A planet without a city sounds just about perfect," Nyla admits. Her pace slows, meandering to the far side where doors go into what, presumably, leads to the backstage area. Before they can get there, performers burst out, ready to entertain children whose parents are boozing it up. Colorful, outrageously outfitted people scamper and hurrah as they make their ways into the main parts of the lobby. "Ah, yes. Cool," Nyla insists to a Wizberta costume that dances past her with a wave, who was briefly introduced as Wizbet's... love interest? What the heck is this show? Nyla focuses back on the backstage door and takes another thoughtful sip of her drink.
Jehni'va was absolutely trying to touch the flying Wizbet hologram. "A cabin would be nice." The gangly woman muses, pulling her datapad from her pocket as she does. "Nyles, think you could get specs for the building? I feel like there'd be a back way in for the actors, right? And plenty of space to squeeze through to be in and out with an akk dog puppet or two without anyone noticing." She sips at a heavily liquored drink, making a face as she does. They know the pain the adults in the audience are facing. "Is your kid enjoying the show?" The bartender asks, flashing a friendly smile. "Uh..." Jehn's eyes grow wide with panic. "Yes. Its loving it - my child is. Um, a big fan!" Her smile is wide and unnerving enough to hurry the bartender's attention to other customers. And it's then that her engrossed idiocy is revealed - the door is right there, and Nyla is waiting by it. Jehn's speed surprises her as she moves to join her friend at the door, jutting a booted foot into it just before it shuts behind the actors - leaving them a way in. "Shall we, ladies?"
"He was jumping to try and catch it for me, it was cute," Kasia admits to Nyla, looking amused. Another sip of her wine. "You should talk to Hex about it then, you might even be able to build a place on thie property he's got out there. He has... a lot of it. It's legitimate, too. I thought maybe he was being scammed, but no, we own property that we're going to have to hike to because there really aren't any proper roads." All of her favorite things, nature, hiking, being outside, not having any proper shops or restaurants. When a way backstage is found, she ambles right along with the others. "We shall."
"We won't get in the way of your peace and quiet," Nyla insists, keeping her drink close to her mouth. She takes her own datapad out, starting to pitter around with just her thumb. Finally she has to move the drink to one hand and uses /both/ thumbs to get the job done. "Yup. Public record for evacuation purposes." Nyla turns the easily obtained information at Jehn. "Let's go." She glances back as children swarm the actors, says a silent prayer for them, and then follows Kasia and Jehn into the backstage. "Keep to the left hallway. Kasia, maybe you up front. You look most professional." Obviously. Excitement is in her voice! This kids show of weird, semi sexual has evolved into a much better thing... a heist!
"We should build a cabin out there!" Jehni'va says at the exact same time as Nyla says the exact opposite. There's a shrug and a fond, well-humored grin as she shakes her head. She holds the door open just long enough for Nyla and Kasia to slip in in front of her, and then follows them in. The door shuts behind them... Ominously? Normally? It's normal, but the moment this wholesome trip to the local theater becomes a heist, the pilot's perception of every-day sounds shifts.
Although, really, this feels more normal than a simple, wholesome trip to the local theater.
Following obediently behind Kasia, looking professional, and Nyla, holding her datapad, Jehn casts the occasional, paranoid glance over her shoulder. "We can say we're... Stage hands?" She offers in a low whisper. "If... If anyone asks."
"Trust me, there's so much land out there you wouldn't be," Kasia assures Nyla, helping Jehn who falls on the side of building a place. Maybe she just wants neighbors. Nyla tells her to be in the front, so she moves to the head of the pack of wild ladies, trying to look as official as possible while chugging the last of her wine. When the glass is empty, she finds some place to stash the glass, wipes her mouth, and resumes looking official. "Okay, keeping left. So, how are we getting the puppets out once we get them," she asks with a look over her shoulder.
Nyla Forr keeps feeding out directions. "I'm only guessing," she warns, "but I assume they keep the on-hand props near the stage entrances in this room." Nyla scoots up enough to show Kasia. She, of course, is still sipping her drink. Someone passes them, but it's someone who seems so busy they don't even give the group of women another glance. "Okay, next right. Might be people around," she warns, slowing her pace just a tick. "Nah, stage hands know the whole group of show workers, I bet. How about... Jehn and I are contractors here to fix some energy outputs on the stage mechanics, yeah? Kasia, you're a.,.. supervisor? And..." She frowns, looking to Jehn wit ha shrug at Kasia's very good question. "Maybe I do need some of that gin."
"Plenty of land... I mean, it's worth looking into! But - shit, right, I can be a contractor. Energy outputs, gottit." Jehn gives a serious nod, still holding her cocktail. She's barely sipped at it, so she pauses beside a potted plant (obviously fake, obviously a prop) and dumps the rest of the glass into the pot. Probably ruining it. But the puppet question... That's a stumper. "Maybe... We can puppet them and pretend they're real pets? Or -" Her eyes light up with a grin. "There were actors in th'halls - we can get some costumes and just... Pretend the same?"
"The worst that happens is that we're arrested and Hex has to come bail is out," Kasia says cheerfully, clearly not believing that will happen. SHE isn't the one that has to be bailed out of things, he is, so obviously that outcome just isn't truly possible. (It is.) She looks down at the screen Nyla is showing her, nodding a little. "Alright. No matter what happens, just sound official and like /you/ know that you belong here. Half of it is just acting like you're supposed to be here and then everyone else will believe it." One hand fishes out the flask of gin from a pocket in her coat, offering it toward Nyla. "We could do that if we need to. Maybe look to see if there's a back door, too? We could always stash them out in the alley, too, then bring a speeder around and load them up."
"/What have you done/??" Nyla wheezes at Jehn as she dumps out her drink. She looks mournfully at the luck fake plant and furrows her brow. In protest of the heinous act, she takes the gin, dumps some into her own dwindling cocktail, and hands it back. "Okay. /Professional/." There are actors huddled around a craft services table. Not the lowly background peons, but the holy grail of kids entertainers himself... Wizbet the Yakora. Or, actually, a sweaty human with a Wizbet costume head tucked under his arm. "Oof," Nyla murmurs as she walks past, making sure to keep a low profile and look like she belongs. "Don't tell Boon. Jehn! Jehn. Don't look." Beeline to the room. Almost there....
"That's fair. I don't think I have much of a reputation t'worry about, really!" Jehn brightens at Kasia's fair point. "Hex might... Just be upset that we stole from th'children's show without him." There's a pause. "Or he would be very, very proud." Which is how you /know/ you've made poor life choices, but the idea brightens the gangly pilot, who is oblivious to Nyla's horrors at her waste of good alcohol. Speaking of oblivious, as soon as Nyla urges her not to look, Jehn does - indeed - look. "...Wizbet?" She whispers, so horrified by the beheaded form of her hero, Wizbet the Yakora, that she knocks into a prop cart, sending it rattling to the ground. Like a baby zeer spotted out in the open, the human woman freezes mid-step.
"...I'm a contractor."
Kasia passes the flask off and continues to move, pretending she didn't see the fake plant get doused with alcohol. She's got a lot of practice acting like she didn't see something, so that's pretty easy for her. The flask is tucked back into the pocket upon return, trying to move through the place with an official air that says she belongs there. It's working. It's woooooorrrking. It's-- oh no. The sound makes several people turn and stare, which makes her freeze and stare back for a moment. There's an 'oh shit' moment, but then she squares her shoulders and straightens to her fullest height. "We're here to inspect the... inner workings of the show and then speak to whomever is in charge for a potential private, and very lucrative run with the good people of New Vertica." The very, very fancy district of Nar Shaddaa that is expensive as hell, and hard to get into. "So don't mind us, we're just getting a feel for things." She smiles at stares right back at anyone who might be thinking about challenging the legitimacy of their story.
"We're contractors!" Nyla repeats after Jehn, stepping on Kasia's lines. "What she said." She frowns and a squinted look she gets from another one of the actors. The mechanic grabs Jehn, and at least has the fortitude to keep her drink hidden around her side. She buttons her lip, steers Jehn away, and hopes beyond hope that the sweaty fake Yakora is not in the business of giving a shit what happens around the backstage area. "Let's, uh, check how much storage the show would need?" Nyla says in a strained voice, but she's out of earshot of the craft services area. She turns into a room, looking around at the multitude of props and stage settings and nonsense going on into the room. "Krif. Do we even have room for all of this in New Vertical?" It's obviously a place Nyla has not spent much time in. "Jehn, I like your idea. Let's pretend we're on our way out to entertain the lob--" Then the lights flick on and off. Hurrah! The show is starting back up soon!
Kasia can lie - Kasia can lie /well/. Jehn and Nyla? Hopeless, lost puppies floundering in the wake of someone much more professional and put together than they. Which... Is working out okay for them, at least so far. "What's a New Vertica?" She asks, once they're out of earshot and pushing their way into a prop and stage settings area. The akk dogs... They have to be in here somewhere, right? Jehn snatches the first costume that she can find from the shelves, when Nyla affirms her idea. Unfortunately, her chosen outfit is one-half of a bantha costume. The ass end. She climbs into it, resigned to her fate. "Anyone wanna be the head? Stars, it's hot in here. Should be room t'stash a puppet or two, though? How did they /dance/ in this?!"
The others might try to blow her attempted story, but Kasia was once a professional and lying was a big part of that, so she just keeps on smiling like nothing has been said to contradict her story. KEEP SMILING. They move on, possibly because no one actually cares, and she lets out a breath. "New Vertia is a district that's basically up there," she points upward. "Really high up, really expensive, only the momst rich and powerful live there, and they even limit access. I've been there a few times in my past, but not recently. But people want to go there, it has MONEY. Not just like down here money, but M-O-N-E-Y." The lights flicker off and she freezes. "Uh." She turns her head to look at Jehn and her question, blinking a couple of times. "Why don't you both do that, and I'll shove the puppets in?"
Nyla Forr snorts. "That's /too much/ money. That is... forget other people are people money. No thanks." She turns her nose up just in time to see a bantha ass. /Really/?" Nyla says, staring at Jehn. "How do you... how are you always so you?" But her head shakes and betrays a rue smile. "Okay. I'll be the head. Let's take this exit otu. We won't have to go past Wizman over there." Nyla scans the heals and chaotic-ness of the room. Real stage hands probably knew this well. "There!" Nyla motions at the akk dog puppets, waiting for their time the finale. "Alright. Shove them in and we'll get dancing right outta here. Jehn and I can see about leaving. You get back to Boon. You're gonna have to get caught up on what's happening in the show, after all." Nyla does not sound jealous as she heaves the bantha head on.
"Does this ass make my ass look fat?" The pilot asks, waggling her behind and, in turn, waggling the grotesque half-bantha creature that she has become. That is until Nyla proves that, somewhere - deep, deep down that she might still love her, and dons the bantha head. They are, together, a gruesomely majestic sight. "So... Right leg, left leg, shimmy, shimmy?" She asks, trying to take a step and get the hang of moving around in this uncanny valley horror while they wait for the puppets to be stuffed inside of their bantha body. "We're keeping this too, right?" She whispers within the stuffy confines of the tandem costume.
Kasia is so busy watching the others get into the bantha costume that she forgets for a moment that SHE is the one meant to be fetching the puppets. "Oh, right!" She ever so casually shuffles over to where the puppets are stashed, eyes those around, then grabs one and hauls it over to Jehn and Nyla, shoving the first one in. STUFF. "Make room, ladies." Not that they need to, there's plenty of room. Then just as casually before she walks over to snatch second puppet, nothing to see here folks, then repeats the stuffing process. "Okay, now we just need to get you to an exit." Does she know where one is? Not really, buuuut she doesn't need to since she has to go back and watch the rest of the show. Oh yeah. Her shoulders slump a little, having forgotten about that part. "Well, let's get you out of here."
"Okay, okay, I think I've got it," Nyla mumbles, extra-muffled from the costume and now large, strangely adorable puppets being shoved in. "This isn't the most... subtle way to go about this, but!" Nyla, at least, has vision out of the bantha eyes. "LEft right left right!" she starts to chant as she moves for the exit. "Oh boy! Time tah get the kids back in dere seats!" Nyla roars out of the mouth, imitating the voice from the show honestly pretty well. "This way!" She hisses at Jehn as they scuttle their way out.
"Ok- I'll move this one - ouch - that's my face, okay. Is that okay? They aren't gonna fall out, are they?" Jehn's voice is similarly muffled from inside the costume as the puppets are shuffled about. "You can always leave your family t'suffer this alone. Or is that not how that works? Hey, Nyla? Are we gonna wear this all th'way back to the ship?" Left, right, left right. "You're really good at the voice." She whispers as they tromp, tromp, tromp towards sweet, criminal freedom. Left, right, left right.
Nothing to see here, just a wholesome night of family-friendly theater.
March, march, Kasia continues to try and look like she's doing something official, though no one cares right now. As long as she's not doing anything obviously bad, no one will notice them. "Okay, you're almost there. I am honestly tempted to leave, but Hex would never forgive me if I didn't come back and suffer it with him, so I should probably do that once I get you guys out the door." She makes no comment about whether they're going to wear it back to the ship, but you can bet money she's listening intently for the answer.
"No, maybe! I dunno. You wanted to wear the bantha!" Nyla Forr scoots out towards the closest to the outside world door. "Okay, Kas. See you on the other side. Get a hold of us tomorrow so we can plan out the surprise. I wanna see Boon's face when the puppets come to visit his house, yeah?" Jehn! Stop kicking the back of my bantha feet!" One of the stumpy arms waves at Kasia as Nyla and Jehn attempt to make their escape out the doors.
Moments later a poor, poor stagehand finds that their bantha and akk dogs have escaped. But, of course, the show must go on! Much to the chargrin of every adult in the building now that Jehn has left.
