revivalproject | 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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"No, no, I mean stuffed as in taxidermy," Kyle explains, gesturing at the dyed and mounted Bantha head as if that will help clarify. "Me and a bunch of people went down to the old museum in the basement." He means the lower levels.

"Was it good to see all this stuff? It's got to be more familiar to you. I guess that would be nice but also kinda sad, since we can't stay. I hope Mr. Kenobi doesn't cry, he seems to like it here."

Kyle smiles with the self satisfaction of the inebriated. "I've had a lovely time. I almost got eaten by a guy, I think, and I got to see lots of aliens. No Marklars, though. That's the only alien language I can speak, so that sucks."

His helm tilts as he listens. Ah, his mistake. Still, finding an old museum? Interesting. He's spent a lot of time down there since they arrived, and didn't see one. Must have been in another part. "What else did they have there?"

"This...was my first time to Coruscant. I lived in the outer rim. Usually didn't have a reason, to visit the core worlds." Much less THE core world that is Coruscant. He's quiet for a moment, as he considers. "There are people here, that I'll miss. But...I won't miss being in a large city." Give him the vast open expanses of the outer rim planets any day.

"Eaten by a guy?" Kyle can't see it, but that gets a raised eyebrow from him. "Hmm, Marklars...haven't heard of the species."

"Everything! It was a galactic museum. They had weapons, and statues, and clothes and art and just everything."

Kyle nods. He's from a small town, so he can at least understand being less comfortable in huge cities.

"Yeah! A cannibal, you know?" As if that's normal. "I dunno where their home planet is."

"Huh." Sounded like quite the place, then. "Anyone go with you?" He can't imagine too many others went, since this is the first time he's hearing about it.

"Good thing they were stopped, then." He agrees, and tilts his helm. "Tell me about these...Marklars."

"Yeah, uh, Ezra and Echo and Jon and Raphael and Tommy and Shiro and Clarice -- dude, she's new, and she's ginger! And she's an FBI agent, on earth that's a big deal, she shot this weird blind cat that was gonna kill me! It was totally sweet!"

He's just going to sit beside you now, Mando. "Marklars? Oh. They all look the same, with these big egg shaped heads with veins. And they call everything Marklar. But they're nice."

"Huh, a lot of people, then." He nods, he doesn't regret not seeing it though. He had other things going on. The comment about Clarice gets a raised eyebrow, not that Kyle can see it. "Why was it attacking you?" What did you do, Kyle?

He shifts a little as Kyle sits next to him, but then he's tilting his head a little as he listen to the description. Nope the looks not ringing any bells. "Is that all they say? Marklar?" Certainly sound like a strange species, though.

He can sense that accusation. "I didn't do anything!" he protests. "I think they just live down there, and we smelled like prey or something. It came outta nowhere. We saw another one, but we got away without having to hurt it."

Kyle nods. "Well, all people, places, and things. So if I was talking to you in Marklar, i's be like... Hey, Marklar, how was your marklar on the marklar?" Look, he didn't invent the language.

"Did I say you did?" Innocent, he said nothing of the sort. There's a soft hum of consideration that filters through the vocoder. "I didn't encounter any. While I was down there." Doesn't mean he doesn't believe you, Kyle. "But it's good. That you got away from it." That's the important thing, after all.

His helm tilts as he listens to the...language. "That's..." Confusing as hell, and he knows a few that can be confusing. "...a strange language, yes. I assume you figured it out enough to...communicate?"

"No, but... okay, look, I have a guilty conscience, I can't help it."

Calling it a language is pretty generous, really. "Yup. Then they just went away back to their own planet. I never really thought about it much - I was just a little kid at the time."

Kyle does a lot of 'not thinking about it.'

He sighs. "This was a cool planet," he decides aloud. "I think I learned a few things, being here."

That gets a raised eyebrow under the helmet. "Get accused of a lot of things?" He's not judging. He doesn't know Kyle's story after all. He's just guessing by what usually leads to it.

"So a long time ago, then." He nods. Only visited once. Huh, Earth must not be that interesting, then.

"Coruscant...isn't a bad world." He supposes. for a Core world anyway. Still a bit too much 'city' for him. But he managed to tolerate it enough. "The agrii did tell us to learn." He reaches to pick up his glass. "Think I learned some things too." Especially from the ancient Mandalorians. "What else did you learn?"

"Kinda," Kyle admits. "But I'm usually not up to anything bad, I swear it."

Kyle would be forced to admit that earth has a lot of problems that drive a lot of aliens off.

He looks over. "Did you? Like what?" He tips his head back to think. "Well. I got to see the Jedi temples. And that taught me a bit, I think, about how interconnected we all are. It's a good reminder, knowing where we're going back to."

Party at the Blue Bantha!

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