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Party at the Blue Bantha!

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: The Blue Bantha in Coruscant's entertainment district
WHAT: A party!
WHEN: The last day before they leave.
WARNINGS: Fun times? Probably drunkenness.

After having found this place on an outing with Echo, Obi-Wan had decided he rather liked this one particular establishment they stopped at. So for their last evening on Coruscant, the Jedi had the place rented out. A network post also going up inviting everyone for one last hurrah before they have to go back to Temba.

Welcome to the Blue Bantha Bar and Grill!

Everything is very blue. A bright blue neon sign advertises the joint in the entertainment district. Its letters in Aurebesh with a little bantha head shaped neon light next to it as well. The lighting inside is distinctly blue as well. There is a mounted bantha head placed on the far wall above the bar, its fur having been dyed blue. Clearly it is the mascot of this place.

There are tables and booths in varying locations for people to sit. With the tables having bantha hide rugs under them that look reminiscent of shag carpet, while the booth seats have bantha hide upholstery as well. There's a band playing in one corner with space for people to dance. While on another side there are screens broadcasting sporting events from across the galaxy. Feel free to place bets on who you think will win!

Even the staff are either blue, or are wearing blue. It won't be uncommon to have a blue scantily clad Twi'lek waitress serving you. The long bar also has blue neon lighting with several stools to sit at, in which you can order whatever drink your heart desires on their menu.

Speaking of the menu, everything is made with bantha products. That is what they specialize in. Several types of Jawa Juice, a kind of beer made from fermented grains mashed in bantha hides, can be found here. As well as Bantha Blood Fizz, a sparkling drink made from purified bantha blood in both alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties. And of course they serve several drinks featuring blue milk, from just the plain stuff to several alcoholic concoctions. There is also food of course! Bantha steak, bantha burgers, bantha stew, and other meat dishes are served as it's pretty much this galaxy's equivalent of beef. You can even get desserts made from blue milk such as cheesecake and ice cream.

Have fun! The Temba group have this establishment all to themselves for the night!

((OOC: This is a mingle log so go nuts!))

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It was very kind of these mostly strangers to invite her to the party but Ikora didn't go to many at home. She didn't feel terribly motivated to attend one where there would mostly be strangers.

But she did almost say yes just for a chance to get to know the people she was trapped with. Ophiuchus wanted to go and encouraged her but... her natural anti-social nature won out in the end. She chose to stay behind with the ships and familiarize herself with the fleet.

Which proved difficult as the other ships would not let her enter. A strange security measure when they were supposed to all work together but this was a strange alien race that had kidnapped them Ikora had learned.

So, she settled in the middle of the ships with Ophiuchus going over a datapad she had purchased with the galactic history of this universe. It was fascinating stuff. So many planets and people to learn about.

"Private party for two? ...or four, as would actually be the case?"

The Hunter Vanguard would come sauntering along down the hangar, a bottle of something blue in one hand, two carved wooden mugs in the other. Sundance had picked up the other Guardian easily enough once they'd arrived back at the hangar, so at least Cayde wouldn't be making a fool of himself poking around ships.

"Although two don't drink so I guess we're down to half again."

He spoke so casually that one wouldn't think they were on an alien planet but back at the Tower at the Last City, where Ikora would be tucked away in her corner working past normal o'clock as usual. He wouldn't be surprised if she'd found something to work on here, there were likely a lot of things her Warlock mind was considering and it was his self-appointed job to make her take a break.

Casual was expected of Cayde. Ikora could name only a few moments in their long history where he was truly serious. She closed the datapad and motioned for Cayde to join her.

"You don't have to drink at a party," she mused as she held out a hand for one of the cups. "What is it you've brought me?"

Because over the years, Cayde had brought many unusual and sometimes awful things. Ikora planned to still drink it. It was hard to turn Cayde down when she was just... so glad to see him alive.

Grinning, Cayde bounced the last few steps over, holding out his hand with the cups for Ikora to take one. He raised the bottle to hook the side of his upper jaw over the cork to pry it loose with a satisfying *thunf*.

"Well, it was either this or this thing made of bantha blood- or something called Jawa Juice which while it sounds questionable it doesn't taste terrible for a beer," he said even as he poured the opaque blue concoction into their cups. "These are supposedly banthas by the way- you catch the theme?" he added with a lift of his cup, carved in some stylized rendition of a large bison-like creature with curling horns like those odd Tiki glasses that showed up every so often in City marketplaces, scavenged from who knew where.

"It's got...bantha milk and some alcohol- kinda tastes like a milkshake!"

Ikora held her glass up to study the carvings. Yes, they did look like bison and big horned sheep hybridized together.

"The bar was called the Blue Bantha. I'm not surprised. It seems an... interesting theme to go with. Was it like an old western bar back home?" She sniffed at the alcoholic drink. There was a sweetness to it. It was just so... violently blue.

She didn't see the appeal, honestly.

But she took a drink. It wasn't bad just a strange milky alcohol. It would've been better if it was an actual milkshake. "Did you have fun?"

"Yep, interesting about covers it," Cayde agreed, nodding before he tipped back his drink. At least Exos couldn't get milk mustaches very easily. "After a while having a blue-furred head staring at you can get a little unsettling. Maybe because it knows you're eating its kin."

He set the bottle down on a supply crate before hopping up to sit on another beside it. "It's always fun when I'm around," he grinned. "Although I guess what with our trip likely wrapping up soon, there was a bit of a mood hanging over everything."

Sitting in a bar offered time for reflection if you weren't too deep in your cups. And there was a lot to reflect on, whether it was the weeks past or whatever might lie ahead, maybe a bit of both.

"You meet anyone from our lovely tour group yet?"

"I can imagine." It sounded like a very tacky bar in Ikora's opinion. Themed bars always were.

Ikora gave Cayde a look as she sipped her drink. Fun? Sometimes. Chaotic? Always. But she did know he could hold an audience when he wanted to.

"A few," she said with a little shrug. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi. He showed me around the temple. They seem like a nice enough order. More peaceful than most Warlocks."

But definitely more in touch with the stranger forces of the universe. "And I fought Raphael, a turtle humanoid. He's very skilled. Even managed to knock me down."

"Jedi- oh! Yeah, Kenobi!" Cayde nodded. "Heh, why am I not surprised you went to check out the temple." Warlocks. Unflappable in their curiosity and desire to learn All the Things despite being suddenly brought to a place unknown. But then exploring things unknown was also right up their alley.

"They have much different concepts of Light and Dark with those guys. Very defined line there so far as I could tell."

If he could he would have choked on the next bit of his drink that he downed. "Knock you down? Were you going easy on him?"

"I enjoyed discussing those things with him. Their Force isn't quite the Light but it's an interesting power." Ikora found the temple peaceful but it reminded her of a few Warlock orders that kept secrets to themselves. It was mildly annoying how much was hidden from her as well.

Sadly, she had no network of spies to steal information for her.

She chuckled. "I Blinked, actually, and it exhausted me. I felt the weight of planets pressing on me. Using the Light is hard here. I wasn't expecting it to be so hard though."

"Of course you did." The Exo imagined there'd be many opportunities for discussion there. "I tried explaining stuff to him but you probably did better at it. Did he tell you about his laser sword? Guess it's a Jedi thing. Except the bad ones use red- color-coded for convenience." At least that was how it sounded to him.

As Ikora touched upon her fight, Cayde's mouth opened and then closed as he began to nod in understanding. "We're not even in the same galaxy, maybe not the same time. Kind of a surprise we're connected at all." He knew that being cut off had hit a lot of Guardians hard and Ikora was one of them. But then Warlocks were in tune with their powers in a different way than Hunters or Warlocks. They made it their business to study that power- hell, they weren't called Warlocks for nothing.

Being cut off had been a great inconvenience after you'd had centuries to get used to having the Light, to being able to get up and do stupid things with the confidence that you'd have a second or third shot so long as your Ghost was there, setting things on molten fire or what have you. But Cayde had been an Exo and something of a Hunter long before the Light had called him to be a Guardian. It was why he hadn't hesitated to act even once the Light vanished. But that didn't mean the feeling, the vulnerability was something that sat well with him.

"You explained it well enough for us to start a conversation." Cayde understood the Light as much as any Hunter needed to. Those deeper mysteries were for Warlocks and Cryptarchs. "And yes, I'm aware of their laser swords. They're a sacred artifact of their people. Don't take one."

"It might be because we have our ghosts and they are of the Traveler." Ikora looked over at hers, hovering near by. "They carry the Light with them. But... it's also possible the Traveler is out there even far away so that we are connected. I've been trying to study maps to pinpoint where we are."

But so far, she hadn't found any recognizable planets or star systems. They weren't in a part of the universe the Darkness had claimed either. They just were... somewhere in the vastness of space. "Interesting, I think, that no one has mentioned anything of the Hive or Fallen or Cabal. Not even races similar to them."

Don't take one. Cayde could only grin, but he brought up his free hand in defense. "I wasn't going to take one, but if maybe someone careless left one lying around, it'd be like finder's keepers, right?" Not that he believed there'd be such an opportunity, especially given the importance those lightsabers seemed to hold to these Jedi.

"Way I was thinkin', maybe it's kind of like...well you know when you got a bunch of mirrors set up a particular way? So the one catches the light source and it bounces off, refracting on and on to some final point before a thing catches fire? Exceptin' that there's like...filters and I dunno, dirty mirrors and glass here and there between 'em that kinda muddies up the light some along the way. Except our filters and mirrors are time and warpholes."

He tossed his hands as he wondered that it actually could work out that way- this was why he left all the theorizing to Warlocks- and then yelped when blue liquid sloshed over the edge of his cup. Glancing down beside the crate at the small puddle on the floor, he exchanged a look with Sundance along with a sheepish grin. "...no one saw that."

Tossing what was left down his glowing gullet, he set the cup down beside the bottle, resting an elbow over a knee as he propped his leg up. "No one's heard of 'em even outside of here. We're in some different space altogether. -hey, you know, there's even different Earths? There's a handful of people from Earth, some of them even know each other but at the same time...not? They're like different versions of people? I don't know- gets all confusing. But not many of 'em have space access. It's like they're from pre-Golden Age."

Ikora gave him a look. If Cayde took one she wasn't going to bail him out. Those weren't mysterious guns or engrams left lying around from the Golden Age. These were a real living organization. It was different.

It's a crude metaphor but it might actually be correct. The Light is paracausal. There's nothing that says it couldn't travel between dimensions and realities. It reached Guardians in Hive throne worlds, after all. "Yes, I think you have a good idea there. As long as the Traveler itself isn't blocked, the Light will reach us however it can."

She sipped her drink again and let Cayde have his moment to recover. What he said next was interesting though. Pre-Golden Age Earth. It was so ancient in their time it was almost forgotten history. Little hidden bits of it popped up here and there. "There is a wildly accepted multi-verse theory among the Warlocks. Reality is... suggestible. Mutable. Why not have many different realities with many different changes large and small? Maybe... this itself is a different reality now, spun off from our reality to where we live this and... our universe continues on without us."

At The Hangar - OTA for those that didn't party

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