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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Echo was still at ease, smiling a little as he nodded. "One of the best, but that might be a biased statement," he said, only to trail off when he met Cobb's gaze.

He wasn't sure what exactly was running through the man's mind at the time, but he sensed something was off from his earlier jovial nature.

His lip twitched, the line turning into a slight frown as he glanced at his cards. "...Of course, her being here technically doesn't make her a Senator now."

"When was she a Senator?" Cobb was genuinely curious but it was probably not for the right reasons. There was a chip the size of an Imperial cruiser on his shoulder when it came to those in positions of power.

Especially politicians. Cobb had a real problem with them.

But... she'd been so nice. Genuinely so. Eager to help folks even while about to burst with babies. Twins! She'd still done hard work with everyone else to make sure that endless money went to people who needed it.

Cobb had a hard time making sense of it.

As far as Echo knows, that's what she does. That's what she's committed to. Serving the Republic – much like the clones, but within a completely different venue.

The clone's brow furrows. Now it's his turn to study Cobb as he comes up with his response. "I'm not sure. But I assume she's been one before the start of the war."

"Right." So back when Cobb was a teenager in Mos Espa. She looked a little young to be a Senator but Cobb didn't really know much about that time. He'd been mostly underground fixing mining equipment and trying not to get whipped for his smart mouth. The galaxy beyond Tatooine could have its war. He was trying to survive.

He grunted and dealt another round. He bet a little recklessly because he was distracted by the thoughts lurking in the back of his head. They weren't bad. Just troubled.

"Jedis. Senators. Soldiers. Mandalorians. Got a crew good enough for a holodrama around here," he said lightly to shift the mood.

About the time Echo himself was a cadet, perhaps. Time was short for a clone; no matter the extent, it still felt fresh, like everything happened just yesterday.

Rinse, repeat. Echo waited, his hands automatically picking, exchanging, and sliding in another small sum for the pot, neatly tidying up the credit pile so that it wasn't all across the table.

Although he said nothing for a while, he couldn't help but snort. "Think it'd be popular among the civilians?" he asked, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

In any other game someone touching the pot between rounds would lead to a fight but Echo's not going to slip a credit into his palm. He's too honest in Cobb assessment. He can tidy it up.

"Oh, absolutely. All you need is the right story," Cobb said as he adjusted his cards. He was walking a fine line of going over twenty-three. "Gotta have conflict and drama. The Jedi and the Mandalorian have to work together but, you know, ancient enemies. A little romance, the Senator and Solider. All this playin' out while some villain is trying to, I don't know, take over a planet."

There wasn't a lot to do on Tatooine at night besides listen to holodrama broadcasts. "It'd run for hundreds of episodes."

Fingers twitched, but it was mostly out of the need for order. He didn't linger on the pile for longer than he needed to, settling when the edges weren't as crazy as they were a few moments ago.

Echo glanced at his cards again. Less than what he needed, from the looks of it. "I think I'd watch it," he said, chuckling a bit. "Maybe not for that many episodes, though."

"You don't want to watch the increasingly ridiculous and unnecessary drama that gets in the way of our heroes?" Cobb smirked imagining the crazy antics that sort of crew would get written into.

Though, he'd rather the Mandalorian spent time with a Marshal but he didn't feel the need to explain that particular plot line to Echo.

"You're gonna miss an episode and be real disappointed when everyone else won't shut up about it." Maybe he'd actually get a holodrama to take back. If he got a projector and a few discs worth of dramas they'd have a good evening.

How dare he. The more Cobb talked about it, the more curious he became. If any clone ever had time to watch holodramas between campaigns, there would have been an insufferable amount of clamoring among them.

Echo shook his head, laughter held at the back of his throat. "I'll take my chances," he replied. "If all of you get to that point, I'm gonna ask for a reenactment."

Cobb had a way with telling stories. He was good at playing up the drama and teasing out tension. It was all for show of course. When Cobb told something more truthful he was much more serious.

But he would definitely get some holodramas to bring home for entertainment. And somehow wrangle Echo into watching a few. He had no idea what holodramas were around at this time but they were all the same anyway.

"I'll make a fan out of you yet."

Party at the Blue Bantha!

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