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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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As a Jedi he isn't much of a party person, this was largely for everyone else, but that didn't mean Obi-Wan wasn't going to try and enjoy himself. He's indulging in some bantha steak and a few glasses of jawa juice, and has arranged to take a keg back with him. He's sitting at the bar, just watching everyone else enjoy themselves. Freely engaging in conversation with anyone that happens to be nearby.

However, as the evening goes on, the Jedi grows a bit more somber. Sitting there with a bowl of blue ice cream that he picks at. Knowing that his time on this planet that he had always considered his home was growing short.

He wouldn't stay the whole time. Eventually he would go back to the temple for a few last hours of peace before they have to board the ships. But until then, he's happy for a little company.

A few weeks was far too short, and yet almost too long. The last few days, Din had spent gathering the rest of whatever he'd need or want, once they went back. Even taking Grogu shopping, and picking the kid up stuff, like toys, clothes and even a new pram.

He's also already said his goodbyes to Coruscant's Mandalorians. Done with some reluctance, as he knows on Agra-10, he'll once again be the only one. Them wishing him well, as he continued on his strange journey, and that in the unlikely event he'd ever return, he'd always be welcome. He'd repaid them for their kindness, with getting them things they needed, and or otherwise couldn't get. In the end, also leaving whatever credits he had left over with them. They'd be useless on Agra-10 anyway.

He'd also restocked his munitions, including a new vibroblade. That, along with the Agrii apparently deciding to give him(Grogu??) his Rising Phoenix, had him feeling more complete, than he had since before getting to Temba. Now on their last night, he was at the blue bantha. However, he's more people watching, than really participating in any activities. Having found a quiet table off to the side. He's at least taking part in drinking, a straw having been dug up from somewhere. His current choice, a mug of Jawa juice. If one's observant or quick enough, they may even catch him lifting up the helmet just enough to get a quick bite of bantha steak, before the helmet is put back in place.

Edited 2021-03-26 20:08 (UTC)

If you catch him at the beginning of the evening, Kyle will be his usual friendly (if a little awkward) self. He sticks to the bar to watch the games on the screen, frowning as he tries to figure out the rules.

Catch him a few drinks in and he's far more effusive. He'll greet you cheerfully even if you've never met, and he's absolutely enchanted by the blue theme. Kyle can be found by the band, trying to figure out a way to get them to play rap from the 90s and 2000s, insisting that they must know it because it's old. Save that poor band from his requests for the Notorious B.I.G. because he's probably not gonna stop.

By the end of the night he'll be sleeping in a booth or trying to start a fight outside. It really is a toss-up.

Cobb held court at a table with a deck of cards, a bottle of spotchka, and bantha kabobs most of the night but eventually he turned the deck over to someone else and made his way over to Din's table.

He sat down next to him, reached behind his back, and set something wrapped in a dark green cloth on the table. Cobb pushed it towards Din. "Been tryin' to find a good time to give this to you."

There had been a few but Cobb had just never managed to work up the courage. Now with a few drinks and a party to distract everyone he figured why not? There'd probably never be a perfect time. Might as well make one himself.

"Bought it on our little trip to the Mandalorian part of town," he explained as Din started to unwrap it. "Thought it'd be a good thank you. That was the most I've felt at home on this planet."

Wrapped carefully inside the cloth was a sheath for a combat knife. It was made to fit on the straps of a thigh or calf piece of beskar armor. The sheath was clearly Mandalorian craftsmanship and handmade by a talented leather worker. It was a rich caramel color and stamped on the front was the mythosaur skull stained black. Cobb had known the moment he spotted it he wanted to give it to Din.

It was a lot more than just a thank you. Cobb almost wished he still had his beskar armor to hide behind a helmet. His sabaac face was pretty good but he still felt like Din might read some of those new, stronger feelings in his expression. And that was a risk he was willing to take.

Due to not necessarily requiring actual food to survive, Jon has made it a point in Temba to avoid actually eating and safe the resources for those of their group that needed them. But those shortages don't exist here on Coruscant and therefore the Archivist has taken the opportunity to treat himself and his body to some actual solid food. And so he spends most of the evening in a booth consuming several bantha steaks, burgers and every type of available dessert in combination with liquors glowing different shades of blue.

Somehow Jon manages to remain mostly sober, and between dishes he settles with observing other members of their group, quietly studying them for their own anxieties despite knowing full well that he couldn't make any of them a victim of his. He has sought out that opportunity during their stay on Coruscant more often than he likes to admit, but especially the lower levels made it- Easy. So very easy... And he has heard dreadful tales of very personal experiences told in terrified, yet steady voices. Too bad he will be back to listening to stray tapes soon enough, but the stay on this planet at least has done him well.

When he isn't busy with food and drink or observing, Jon can be found outside the bar to smoke a cigarette and watching the steady traffic of speeders above.

There comes a time for everything. Even if Echo can stomach another bantha burger, he decides it may not be the best way to end the night. Instead, he takes a break from the general ambiance of the Blue Bantha, stepping outside to get some air.

If he didn't notice Jon earlier, he sees him now. Then again, there aren't that many people hanging around one spot while the rest of Coruscant continues moving.

"I heard those are bad for you," the clone says, still wearing some pieces of his armor over the more 'civilian' garb he's put together late in the game. No helmet to be found here, for once – in its place is a hat from Cal (well, BD-1 was the one who chose it), the brim pushed up slightly so that Echo's face isn't fully obscured by it.

Din's quiet, relaxing evening out is shattered by an intoxicated redhead shouting, "Mando!"

Kyle stumble-hurries to Din's table, smiling widely. "Mando! Hey, dude! It's so good to see you! Dude, dude I saw a stuffed Blurrgy, it was fucking weird. How have you been liking this place?"

He sits down before he falls down.

Now, Cobb came from a planet that relied on banthas for most things. Transport, food, and wool and the like. Even he thought this place was a little tacky. The mounted bantha head dyed blue? Really?

But, it was clearly a place for a party and he could understand a few folks wanting to cut loose in civilization while they had the chance so he showed up. Not in his armor but in his usual red shirt and red scarf making him stick out like a sore thumb among all the blue.

Not that he cared. He picked a table in the middle, ordered a bottle of spotchka and some bantha kabobs then brought out his deck of sabaac cards. He left the majority of his credits back on the First Breath with the hope maybe he'd get to take them back to Tatooine one day. The rest? Who cared? He might as well gamble them away on the last night here.

And if anyone didn't know how to play when they sat down Cobb would teach them if they wanted or just chat between dealing rounds. It was meant to be a fun night, after all.

"Hey! Back off!" Cobb grabbed Kyle by the back of his shirt, yanked him back from the street thugs he was trying to intimidate and tucked him behind his back. He could've been talking to the thugs or Kyle, honestly. Their last night here was not the night to get arrested on.

Once his hand drifted down to his blaster the thugs thought better of starting a fight with him and after a little spitting and cursing in an alien language Cobb didn't know they walked off.

He turned to face Kyle with a frown. "Why are you startin' trouble? You know, never mind. Let's just go back to the hangars. I think you need to sleep it off."

And like Kyle was a wayward loth cat Cobb kept a hold on the back of his shirt to steer him towards a taxi stop. You can take the Marshal off Tatooine but you can't stop him from Marshal-ing.

It takes Jon a moment to recognize Echo without his armor, but a look at his face and his voice prove helpful enough and the Archivist smiles up at the other man before casting a somewhat guilty glance at his cigarette before settling with a shrug. "I take my pleasures where I can. Besides, they will need to find a way to harm my body first." He smiles at least a little bit at his own words.

"I hope you are enjoying the party, Echo." Jon then adds and glances upwards. "And our stay here. This planet is incredible!"

Kyle's incredibly mature response to the thugs walking away was a hearty, "Yeah, you BETTER run!" He wasn't pleased about being shoved behind Cobb, but he still figured this could count as a win. At least until Cobb started hauling him along by the back of his shirt.

Also much like a loth-cat, Kyle began squirming immediately. "Dude, what the hell?!" he asked, wriggling in an attempt to get free. He planted his feet in an attempt to stop moving, but was forced to keep going in order to keep Cobb from bowling him over.

"They started it!"

Sansa doesn't actually attend the party but a restless baby means walking so she's taken a speeder to nearby and she's doing just that - walking around with a baby who won't sleep.

She's a little surprised to see Kyle of all people in what seems like the beginnings of a fight and honestly, men can be stupid when they're in their cups, can't they?

"You," she shouts at the thugs outside, imperious as she can be. "Find something worthwhile to do before I call security on you. Once they decide it's not worth it, she turns to Kyle.

"Calm down. There's no need for nonsense."

Padme had heard about the gathering and, despite any protests from the Healers, decided to leave the twins in their care for a short while so she could attend. It would be the perfect opportunity to see and get to know the others she'd been brought to Agra 10 with.

She's dressed for the occasion in a flowing white and purple dress. It drapes down from a gold choker around her neck and two matching ones on her biceps. Her hair is in loose curls, held out of her face by a metal headband. Still tired, she's found a comfortable seat and is nursing a glass of wine. If anyone approaches, they'll be greeted warmly with a smile.

At some point, while Din is socializing with someone (probably Cobb), Grogu escapes his new pram and heads to the bar. He makes his way up to sit on the bar itself, because stools are for normal people.

He's amassed quite a stack of empty plates in his time there. While everyone else is drinking and socializing, Grogu has been eating. He's currently halfway through his second Bantha steak, with a glass of blue milk with a straw to make it easier for him to wash it down.

What? Don't judge him, he's a growing kid.

Sansa, of course, has no way of knowing that Kyle - while highly intelligent academically - is known for doing incredibly stupid things on the regular. The alcohol definitely makes it worse, but the heart of the issue is just that he's impulsive and quick to anger.

So, naturally, getting into a fist fight with a couple of humanoids outside of the Blue Bantha seems like a perfectly logical idea to him because although the terminology is different, one of them definitely called him a pussy. When they walk off, he's left standing there with a metaphorical case of aggro blue balls, and he can only blink owlishly at Sansa as he processes what just happened.

"What did you do THAT for?" he asks with confusion so genuine that it's laughable.

Grogu leans over in the pram, trying to see what's under that helmet one of the times he takes a bite.

HE'S CURIOUS, OKAY?!

"To keep you from being arrested by the guards on this planet," Sansa says matter-of-factly. "Or getting hurt. Both of those are not ideal in my opinion and I would like to prevent them."

She shifts James on her hip and he cries a little, still restless and fighting sleep. Gods, if she only had a way to get him to bed the way she does on Temba where it's much quieter.

"People tend to listen to queens even if they can't see the crown. It's a particular skill of mine."

Kyle crosses his arms over his narrow chest and huffs. "Neither of those things was gonna happen," he insists. This doesn't seem to impress Sansa one bit, so he adds, "And they started it!" Because that's mature. And highly debatable.

"I'm getting sick of every single person on this stupid planet thinking I can't look after myself," he mutters, glaring at the ground as it it's personally offended him. "Just because everybody has lasers and powers and... whatever."

He looks back at Sansa and finally realises she has James with her. "Oh, hey," he says, his tone immediately softening. "Jeez, what the heck are you even doing out?" He waves at James, endeavoring to look friendly because there's no way he wants to upset a little kid.

"I didn't say you couldn't take care of yourself. For all I know, you might have won the fight," Sansa says coolly. "I was worried about the legal ramifications because I don't rule this planet or make the laws here."

When he calms to play with James, Sansa decides that perhaps the frustration? Anger? Is over for the time being.

"He won't sleep. I took him on a walk - or what counts for one. He likes them normally. Why did you want to fight? Just because you're in your cups?"

Eddie spots Kyle pestering the band and heads over. He shakes his head, waving a hand at the... aliens... "Hey, uh, don't mind him. You, uh, just keep playing whatever that was."

He tries to tug Kyle away. "Dude, we're not even on the same fucking planet as Notorious B.I.G."

And Obi-Wan is just sitting there at the bar. Watching. An amused look on his face. Oh yes, his master is totally letting the Padawan stuff his face. He’s all for it!

“A wise decision my young Padawan,” the Jedi says before taking a drink from his mug of jawa juice.

“Make the best of this by eating as much as you can.”

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.

Kyle manages to refrain from rolling his eyes. Barely. The idea of being in alien jail is surprisingly not all that frightening, possibly because Kyle suspects the Agrii aren't going to leave anybody behind. Probably.

Instead he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "Aw, poor little dude. Probably just because he's in a strange place." Kyle looks at Sansa and blinks a few times. "Oh. Uhm. No? I dunno, they were just... talking shit, you know..." It occurs to him that she probably doesn't know.

"It just sort of escalated," he says, shrugging. The excuse sounds pretty thin to him now.

"This is great. We should've done this first thing when we got here!" Cayde opines as he settles beside the Jedi master with a plate of steak nestled beside a bowl of stew. He grins over at the waitress who sets his drink order there in front of him, giving her a wink and putting a few credits into her palm as tip.

He has to wonder how much it costs to rent out a whole place. Maybe there's a Jedi discount or something. They seem important around here, after all.

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