Crackfest - Characters Gone Wild [closed]

[Baska Tankreyd]

Disclaimer: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. No animals were harmed in the making of this thread.

OOC Note: This is the result of the Dani and Natacha going to a concert together, and wondering what would happen if our characters could all hang out in one place.

These are their stories.... :partyhard

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I'm done with my writer.

-glares at barkeep and grabs the handed drink-

She has so many issues, it's a whole subscription. I think that's what the earthling said...

And I have to live with the others psychos as well, bunch of bitches...

-gulps drink and orders another-

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I spare a glance at the blonde at the end of the bar, one I've heard a lot about and in great detail, and wonder why I was pulled from an Op for this nonsense?

I'm supposed to be briefing the doc on our cover stories and instead, I'm forced to waste time here in this dingy cantina in the middle of no where. Not even sure what planet I'm on since communications been cut off but by the hot sun coming in through the window, it's close to noon and considering all things lead to a dessert planet in this galaxy, I'm probably stuck on Tatooine.

All i know is I'm supposed to have fun with this and relax. And you know what?

This is absolute bullshit.

[Baska Tankreyd]

I recognize that brunette. She's another of those that our writers think are interested in someone when we're not.

I tip my glass towards her.

"To some peace and quiet from our delusional writers," I tell her.

I really bloody hope the shenanigans stay the hell away from this hell hole.

This place sucks; but at least it's away from the circus.

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Narrator: Peace and quiet aren't on the menu.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I raise a brow and look at this woman dubiously.

"I don't drink ... so have at it."

Then my shoulders shrug as an afterthought.

"But I appreciate the toast."

[Syrenia Renkl]

I don't know what kind of space distortion happened. The last thing I was expecting on my trip to the Greater Javin Sector was to get my ship pulled towards that bloody desert planet.

I don't like sand, unless it's a nice beach.

This place is not it.

"I hope the ship is refueled soon and we can get back on track," I say to Rachael.

I'm glad that she was traveling with me at least, because it appeared I had to look decent and not all officer like for some charity event. Granted, I'm happy to have an excuse to hang out with her. It'd just be nicer if it wasn't here.

Sitting in a corner booth of that shady cantina, I see two women talking at the bar. The blonde, I recognize. I have to cohabit with her too often. The other one, oh boy, is that who I think it is?

Grinning, I lean towards Rach.

"Isn't that one who had you sing her and what's her face sitting in a tree a while ago?"

I remember laughing in tears that time.

[Rachael Nystrom]

I slap Syrenia's arm and squeezes. "OH MY GAWD! YES IT WAS!"

I giggle and let her go, fighting a snort because it was so funny. "It was that blondie. Not the broody one. Or the sister I don't even know about yet. The Lorna one."

This was so funny, I don't even care why we're here. My life was exceptionally boring and Syrenia was making things interesting. She actually didn't mind my loud laughing or how animated and clumsy I could be.

[Syrenia Renkl]

I burst in laughter at Rachael's reaction. I never thought I'd just end liking this talented and spazzy fashion designer as much as I do. Puzzling really, but I don't mind it, contrary to so many of the crazies living in my writer's head.

"Oh the Lorna one! The Jax lady! Hell, she'd almost make me consider a pet at this point."

I chuckle and look at the two brooding at the bar.

"I'd love to see Van-Derveld's face if the doc showed up."

[Rachael Nystrom]

"Do you think if I start singing it, I might summon her?"

That would be hifuckinglarious!

[Syrenia Renkl]

She's fucking adorable. I give her a Cheshire cat grin and flag a waiter droid, ordering shots.

The droid beeped and whirled, as if disapproving, which is dumb given where the damn thing works.

I drum my fingers on the table, and grab the shots as soon as they're delivered, and nudge one towards Rach.

"Bottoms up! Sing sing sing!"

I wink and down one of the shots as encouragement.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I'm going to kill that girl if she sings and I don't give a shit if it causes war to break out between the Empire and the Alliance...

[Alice Di Scarra]

I can't believe I got stuck on a desert planet yet again...

And this time, I don't get entertainment of any sort.

I sigh loudly, as I scan the room. I recognize some faces, either roommates of doom, or some palatable.

I cringe at that imperial gal daring her curly haired crush to sing.

What the hell?

I give a nod to the blonde and the brunette at the bar. I can't believe I'm hanging out with them, though at least they have some common sense.

"Please don't tell me it has anything to do with our writers' romance obsession...."

[Dalethria]

"Of course it does," I confirmed as I sit directly opposite of Baska and close to the brunette that I share headspace with. "They're obsessed with it."

I'm uncertain how I feel being forced into tight quarters with all of these beings. And if what I sense has any merit, this cantina's about the get far more crowded and rowdy than I'm comfortable with.

[Baska Tankreyd]

This is getting ridiculous.

I'd gladly strangle the two imperial brats.

Then I do a double take when the recluse Sith who happened to be my wife in another life walks in. To say I'm shocked is an understatement.

And she arrived about at the same time as one of the semi-sensible roommates I have in my writer's brain, who happened to look like her in another life.

Whatever our writers are having, please don't give it to me.

[Miranda Tarkin]

I plop down next to Dalethria and grin big because this is a real mind fuck. Ya know why? Not your friendly neighborhood Empress here. I'm actually OG Dalethria - long standing Sith Master from two realities. Miranda Tarkin was the name I became after this current reality decided to reboot. But for this fucked up experiment, my writer decided to call upon a classic character that started it all.

"So ladies, you're fucked." I reach over to grab a bottle of whatever clear liquid I happened to get and unscrew the top. "Seriously stop debating and accept your new reality. Take it from someone that had to deal with these two brats for years."

[Tatiana Renkl]

Nobody ever told me there was such a massive swingers club in the galaxy.

Or maybe it's just the clusterfuck that our writers' brains is.

Probably the second option.

I laugh at the merry band of people I've known for years under various guises.

It's shocking to see the Alliance Director look and have the enemy equivalent position of my bestie; but I'll just need to grab a bottle of rum to get over it.

I take a sit and chuckle at what the Sith Master who's currently my Empress (hello old job) said.

"What Dalethria said. The more you bitch about it, the more they'll have a field day to make you accept it. Also..."

I look at Grace.

"For what I've heard that doctor of yours is smart, cute, and efficient."

I stare at Baska and grin.

"And you brat, were awfully jealous of me for talking to a certain someone, even when my personal needs are already well met."

[Rachael Nystrom]

I down my shot and take the cue from the former Empress in another life and now Moff lady sister to my current, still?, crush since she brought up Lorna again!

"Okay ... singing!"

I clear my throat since the alcohol really burned. What the hell did Syrenia order?

"Wait..." I realize something before I can belt out my melody, "... do I do the kissing or the fucking version?"

[Syrenia Renkl]

What a mess... Also thank the gods, this time around Tatiana isn't my mom. Once was enough.

-feels the death glare-

She's still a pain in the ass and I love her; but I'm good with the current family tree!

I look back at Rach and grin as she gets back to the mater at hand: SINGING!

I laugh at the question.

"Both are tempting; but let's start with the kissing. Seems like a big enough stretch of reality for that Van-Derveld woman."

[Rachael Nystrom]

I look at Van-Derveld and nodded vigorously in agreement with my date.

This is a sorta date right?

I shrug cuz, who cares, and clear my throat.

"Grace AND Lorna sitting in a tree ... K I S S I N G! First comes love ..."

[Baska Tankreyd]

Got to admit that my wife from another life still looks damn hot.

I raise my glass to her.

"Well, hello there," I say with a grin.

Maybe it's supposed to be awkward, but I see no reason why bitching about the past, because it had so many very good moment.

"I heard I'll be seeing you soon."

Chuckling, I relax a little bit. At least I hope my writer leaves me alone with her weird ass plan.

(Narrator: Ahahhahahah, not happening, miss I get jealous already!)

(Baska: You're a bitch)

(Narrator: and proud of it, don't you forget that part!)

Then the two imperial brats are just being outright annoying.

I glare at the singing spaz and snap.

"Did you get paid for that. or is that your own brand of annoying?"

[Vishan Korogoth]

Ah should be happy since Ah'm surrounded by women, bu' what th' fuck's goin' on in 'ere? Did Ah drink too much wit' Frayus an' end up havin' a delusion?

It's ah nice delusion, bu' ... Ah'm still wary she didn't drug me o' sumtin' cuz Ah did royally piss 'er off. Th' whole... ya know, trinket t'ing.

Ah decided ta bring up my 'and, well both 'ands jus' so they all know Ah don't got an immediate weapon on me. "Hallo, ladies. Ah come in peace."

[Syrenia Renkl]

I glare at Baska.

"Should we sing for that Admiral of yours to stop by? I'm sure I wouldn't need to get paid for that," I challenge the Sith.

Then that guy with the weird accent just stumble in and join the party, so to speak. At least I'm happy that Rach and I have a booth to ourselves.

It'd better stay like that.

"Coming in peace, or pieces?"

It's an easy joke, but for what I heard, very appropriate.

"I'm sure your fancy Zabrak hybrid would love this dive."

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I sigh and realize that maybe I need to take up drinking to get through this banthashit. There's nothing going on with me and doctor. Nothing. So to keep the eyes off of me, I let the idiot Jedi become the focus for this motley crew, and enjoy my tonic since the singing finally stopped.

[Natalia Renkl]

There is a reason why I like working at the edge of known space. My loyalty lies with the Empire, but living on the fringes of the cacophony that people vying for attention and fighting for scraps of riches, is how I serve best. I still don't know what idiot decided that there was no one else available to work on this mining complex in the middle of some bloody desert. Do I look like a bloody nanny?

Anyway, work is done. The small imperial mining colony on this sandy rock is back to normal, and I will hopefully get the hell away soon.

But I need a drink, and maybe some food, but especially booze, after this unfortunate mission.

As I step inside the isolated cantina, I can't believe what the fuck might be going on.

I see my twin, who looks like I used to do, thank you writer for coming up with weird ideas, sitting with assorted people I either have to live with, or have heard about. What a mess.

Hang on, my younger sister, who used to be my cousin I think, is here with another girl. Sheesh, baby Syr is big enough to have a date. Good for her. I don't even want to imagine what latest sexcapades my twin might have gotten into.

I wave at my sisters and grab a sideline booth, happy to let that poor guy get attention from a bunch of crazy ass women, who might find him nice as much as considering him punching ball, for what I know of them.

Just give me a few shots already, thanks.

[Cearia Tserta]

I shoulder my way through the door, nearly knocking into the man that was lingering in front of it, and take a hard look at this cantina my writer dumped me in front of. I don't understand the need to gather at a place to drink and talk when you can do that anywhere. The people inside here were all dressed in the usual garb of skai people and suddenly I'm the one that feels out of place. My fur lined leather armor and ashed painted face must appear strange to them. They all have guns and the cylinders that make light extend that cuts through the strongest of metals and stones. And here all I have is a bow, a quiver of arrows, and various knives and daggers on my person in case things become uncivilized with the beings that live in my writer's and my mate's heads.

With all eyes on me, I ask the most pressing question. "Dula op Yu get in chomouda Oso arer hir?"

And of course no one here would know my mother tongue.

[Baska Tankreyd]

This place is getting more crowded by the minute. You can't even have one drink before more of the horde show up.

Seriously, writer. WTF?

Suddenly I see a Night Sister appear. I know about her. One of my writer's toons is head over feet over her.

I haven't set foot on Dathomir in a long time, but I still remember the language.

I raised my now empty glass to her, and give her a nod.

"Oso writers gaf in gon torment yumi."

These bitches are getting such a kick out of it, cackling at their screens.

[Daca Tserta]

There was shouting outside as contents atop tables and counters shook, the bottles behind the bar clinking together too. Was it an earthquake? Not common at all on Tatooine but a sudden sandstorm would be, but the distant sky and land were clear. No ships were in the area either as everyone just seemed to appear here for the most part.

"AAIIIEEEE!"

It was only a certain nightgirl causing mischief as usual. 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[Anjali Raskor]

Daca reminds me of how I was at her age, but for crying out loud, she's such a pain sometimes.

But I like her, even when she drives me crazy.

Vitti isn't happy to be on Tatooine. This strange planet full of sand and lacking forest isn't to her liking, but I had to chase the Night munchkin down at once.

I duck against my Rancor's shoulders as she barges inside the cantina. I manage to have her stop at once, so she doesn't trample onto any table, but there's now a much bigger entrance to that weird skai place.

"Jadat irge, yer ivezh nayat!"

I know she'll understand the gist of it, even as I yelled in my native dialect.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

The crash through the wall startles everyone and I'm the first one ducking against the bar counter and pulling my blaster. I barely peek over the edge to watch the stone and dust settle as a very large shadow cast over the entire room. And there was a faint response from the girl outside that carried over pounding Rontos.

"Yu hod in em, nomon!"

This isn't funny at all writers! I thought this was supposed to be some stupid meta crap and instead... a rancor? Really? The racoon faced Dathomir witch brought her wife AND the rancor?

I slowly stand up and glare at the two of them, not holstering my weapon but I do lower it. "Park the rancor outside. Or... at least more in the center of the hole you made. We all don't need sunburns."

[Baska Tankreyd]

I am on my feet and ready to face whatever by the time the rontos storm in. This is ridiculous. I'm no beast warden of sorts. I'm so relieved that my precious artifacts are safely in my vaults on Iego. I'd have strangled that kid otherwise, even though I normally don't hurt little ones.

I glare at the witch. Now we get the whole family of witches. Next thing I know, it'll be Dathomir festival around here.

Van-Derveld makes a point and I see the Clan Mother glare and not understand. I gesture for her to move the Rancor and keep her just aside from the wall. No reason to barbecue the rancor.

With the Force I arrange pieces of the wall so we don't risk to grill in the double sun exposure of this damn planet.

I glare at the Clan Mother.

"Hon daun gifa in kom bilaik goufa en bis!"

I'm fine helping, but sheesh.

[Rachael Nystrom]

"OH MY GODS! IT'S WITCHES GONE WILD ON TATOOINE! WHOOHOO!"

Yeah ... I'm drunk.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

I never thought I'd say I found Ryloth a pleasant place compared to Tatooine, but there, I've said it. Tatooine is such a sandy mess.

And yet I accepted to come help a former colleague of mine, who needed a second opinion on a few patients he had. It didn't take that long and I was happy I could be of service; but I was looking forward to get back to civilization.

I'm starving and could use a drink until it's time the shuttle arrives, for the damn thing's delayed for some unknown time.

It takes me a while to drive to the cantina I was given directions to.

And the speeder breaks down.

Really?

Groaning, I have no choice but finish the few hundred meters by foot.

Joy.

I suddenly hear a weird hissing and gasp as a large reptile seems wounded in the sand. It's not one I've seen before, though I'm no zoologist. It seems in pain and I carefully inspect it, glad I'm wearing gloved hands in case it decides to use me a snack.

The large lizard stays quiet though and eventually seems almost grateful as I help it up.

"Your front leg is hurt. I can help, but not here."

Fine, I talk to strange lizards just as I talk to my Jaxes. Fine.

That lizard is bloody heavy but I manage to help her, for at least I could tell she's female, towards the entrance.

There's a gaping hole in the wall with boulders hanging in the air to block it.

What the hell?

I decide to go through the normal door, and help the predator in. She's weirdly compliant.

"Anyone lost a lizard around here?"

I ask that before pulling the hood of my cloak down to my shoulders and removing my goggles.

Darn, that place is crowded.

[Rachael Nystrom]

The doctor is in! Yesssss!

I victoriously climb on top of the table and dramatically lean over to point at the doctor, still holding the now empty drink in hand. "I totally summoned you!"

I grin and look befuddled as I begin to lightly sway, trying to keep my balance but I'm sure it's just a wobbly table. "Not sure how I got a lizard thingy too tho... Like... what's with the zoo here?"

[Syrenia Renkl]

"You did it!"

I've just squealed in utter delight at Rachael, and I don't give a shit about the weird looks from my sisters. Yes sisters, because for whatever reason our writers are summoning the whole party.

I can't help laughing at my date climb on top of the table and tell that doctor how she came to stop by.

She's so cute when drunk.

I get to my feet, ready to fetch her if she risk tumbling off from the table though.

Rach ain't getting hurt on my watch.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I closed my eyes, holster my weapon and start a strategic retreat into the back room. I am not in the mood for this nonsense of drunk singers, lizard finding doctors, or the ruffians bringing their pets ...

[Anjali Raskor]

"Iss-Ka," I exclaim as soon as I see my beloved Voritor helped inside by that blonde doctor.

Without hesitation and even though I don't really know the language, I step forward.

"She... She is... mine."

I purse my lips and bow my head to the stranger.

Iss-Ka is happy to see me and when I come close enough she headbutts me, which makes me smile.

"Thank you," I add, annoyed my accent is so thick.

[Daca Tserta]

I push the shutters aside and poke my head through the actual window, not the one that Vitti made, and yes... I'm a bit out of breath from running back here on foot after settling my herd by a thing called a spaceport. There was lots of land for my new friends to roam.

At least the Clan Mother and Great Sister were here!

"Hei! Laik ai old pleni kom op raun?" I point to all of the spirits near the woman heading in back. "Some ... places ... no like yongons."

[Morgana DeLaTour]

That's a lot of hot people in one place....

I'm not going to complain even though I'm happily taken by now. Eye candy is good for the souls, and all these kicking and screaming souls getting wrangled by my writer and her sissy? Bring on the entertainment!

I swivel on a stool by the bar as I suddenly hear that weird language again, and see the kid. She's a cute one. No idea what she's asking but I wave her inside anyway. No reason to keep her out. Nobody's making out super outrageously with all the bickering going on.

I realize she is pointed towards... Oh towards that hard ass brunette who got it bad for my cousin.

This is getting good.

"COUSIN! Your crush is trying to run away from you!"

That's what family is for, right?

[Vishan Korogoth]

Fer th' record... Ah'm still 'ere an' th' only guy 'ere. Help!

[Alice Di Scarra]

"You're the first man I ever see who complains to be surrounded by women."

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I grab a knife behind the counter and throw it in Morgana's direction, the blade embedding into the counter before her as I glare in warning.

[Cearia Tserta]

My brows shoot up in surprise at the sudden outburst. I immediately step closer to Anjali as she converses with the blonde fisa. When the knife finds its mark, and I know that it was meant to stop there, I look at the brunette in challenge.

"Dei de kud bigin a bandin richewel kom bida kom au waz."

[Morgana DeLaTour]

The knife flying my way, thrown with perfect precision, is hot.

If I was without prospects, and if she wasn't my cousin's dearest one, I would so make a move on that brunette.

And without hesitation, I fetch the knife, twirl it in my hand a bit and throw it back so it hits the wall close to the Director.

"Nice shot, Ma'am," I add with a wink.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

Everything is a blur.

I barely explain to the witch that she needs to take care of her lizard's wound. It's not a serious injury, but the quicker something's treated the better.

Then it's Morgana, my cousin I've not seen in years who suddenly yell across the bloody cantina.

I look up and see the Director then the flying knife between her and my cousin.

"Morgana," I snap, feeling a headache creeping up.

"I apologize for my cousin's behavior, Director," I mutter, effectively embarrassed.

Without further ado, I just go and sit down in an available booth, flagging a waiter droid.

This place is a mess.

[Daca Tserta]

I look the two dark haired women throwing knives back and forth with an impressed look. They would do good in the clan. I did have to fight a laugh because Great Sister Cearia did make a good point. So I look at the brunette taking the knife out of the wall.

"Grat Sis say you need to bond with her." Then I point to the blonde lady with the bright red face.

[Rachael Nystrom]

I point at Lorna while looking at Grace, my unsteady legs bending to crouch as I yell like I was watching some spectator sport. "YAS! GO GET HER!"

[Anjali Raskor]

I nod to what the foreigner says, and then I sit down to inspect Iss-Ka, and check what supplies I have on me to help.

When Daca suddenly tells the hard-headed Alliance warrior what is up, I am so proud of her.

Seriously, these two foreign idiots need to take their heads out of their asses. It is getting ridiculous.

I look at Cearia with much pride.

"Mae ajjin kishi yalli," I say about the yongon.

[Baska Tankreyd]

What the hell did we do to deserve such petty torment from our writers?

(Narrator: all the things, mwahahaahhah)

[Grace Van-Derveld]

Irritated, I pointed the blade towards Morgana with a slight bounce in my grip, wanting to slap that shit eating grin off her face. But that wasn't the worst of it. Some brat had to bluntly say what was on the drunk woman's mind and now I feel heat burning my ears. Doesn't help everyone's looking between me and Lorna.

I kick the door to the backroom open to disappear, cursing both writers. Fucking asses!

[Cearia Tserta]

I nod to my mate, smiling tightly with pride. "Sha."

And then I walk over to Daca, ruffling her hair. "Em's a gud goufa."

But the sound of yelling caught my attention and I make sure my family was safe. These skai people and their ways are very unsettling.

[Lorna DeLaTour]

I hate hate hate hate my writer right now.

(Narrator: Yeah, right... You'll thank me later.)

I nurse the drink that a droid brings me, and I want to strangle my cousin. I thought I missed her sometimes, but if it's that mess to hang out with her again, she can stay on Raaltiir. Bloody hell....

At least some of our writers' creations are happy with their lot. They weren't submitted to crazy plots, I guess.

[Natalia Renkl]

So my younger sister is dating a drunkard, and looks delighted with it.

My twin seems to just enjoy the show.

And I wonder what the hell I am doing here.

Staying on the fringes had allowed me to escape most of the circus this horde of people is.

I glare at the rancor that reeks way too close to me, and I move away from it.

Tatooine was bad from the beginning, and it's only getting worse.

[Miranda Tarkin]

I chuckle and take a seat next to my current/former wife/soon to be colleague in this new land.

"Well, this is a ... what does your writer like to say so much? Ah, right."

I down my shot and wink. "Shit show?"

[Vishan Korogoth]

Still th' only dude 'ere!

[Baska Tankreyd]

It's weirdly cozy to sit next to my former wife and future colleague. We had good times, and we'll have more, just different.

I laugh at her words, and pour us another round of drinks.

"I didn't see namana liquor on the menu, so rum will have to do, unless you've a bottle on your person," I tease with a wink.

"Shit show, indeed."

I kinda feel bad for Van-Derveld, but really, I'm not meddling any further with this.

[Astera Frayus]

Sand. Everywhere.

Yuck.

Tatooine is not my idea of fun.

I hope this cantina is decent....

Whoah....

Hello circus.

I look around and my eyes eventually fall on Korogoth, which makes me smile even though I try to hide it.

"What have we here?"

[Adraudia Basillie]

Far too dignified for this insanity, I'm happily drinking tea on Onderon with my new guest.

[Nara McKenna]

Uh ... I look around confused as fuck because since when is space shit real?

[Varyan Starfallen]

When I hear whispers (let's be honest, so much screaming) in my writer's brain, I am grateful I get to enjoy the Queen's company on Onderon, instead of getting caught into that shady cantina circus.

"I appreciate your hospitality even more now, Your Majesty," I admit with a smile.

[Roxane McDonnell]

I am not dealing with this mess in human form.

Nope, not happening.

Space Kitty is me.

With a growl at the gathered assembly, I stay close to Nara, and wrap my feline self around her legs.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

Since I know my writer won't allow me to leave, I poke my nose into the well stocked cooling unit. There's some sort of mousse, least I think it was (not a great cook here), and dabbed a finger in it to sample. It actually tastes pretty good and decide to take the bowl out, park myself on a stool and start eating it with wooden spoon which appeared clean, more or less. Course I'm wary if someone decides to join me and I keep eying the door ...

[Vishan Korogoth]

"'ey! Boss lady is 'ere!"

Yeah, Ah noticed she smiled at me. Kinda 'appy ta see 'er too.

"We've gotta mess. Uh where ta start..."

Ah point to Baska...

"Tha' one's married ta tha' Dalethria Miranda lady. Bu' not anymore. Which is weird cuz they're not divorced."

then to Lorna.

"Tha's some doctor that likes some spy lady tha' ran inta th' backroom after throwin' ah knife at tha' lady..."

I point to Morgana ...

"Then there's ah bunch o'witches from Dathomir 'ere.. 'ence th' Rancor window an' big lizard t'ing. Those two are married ..."

Ah point to Anjali and Cearia ...

"An' th' kid's their daughter ..."

Th' kid actually waves at Astera which makes me laugh.

"Uh .. th' drunk on th' table belongs to th' one 'bout' to catch 'er. An' honestly? She's lookin' eager ta do it. Not sure wha' tha' ones deal is ... o'really tha' one...Eh, tha' one too..."

Ah point ta Alice, Tatiana an' Dalethria version 2.0?

"Tha' one hasn't said shit so Ah dun know 'er deal ..."

Ah'm referring to Natalia.

"An' tha' ones girlfriend jus' turned into ah cat."

There's so many jokes a'bout tha' so Ah keep it ta myself since Ah'd get inta so much trouble.

"Now you're caught up! Unless ya count th Monarch an' her boy toy callin' in."

[Astera Frayus]

I can't help grinning as Korogoth doesn't seem utterly annoyed to see me here.

He might just grow on me, and I don't know what to think about it.

I nod and look at everyone he points out to, and explains.

I facepalm.

"That's a mess, for sure. Thanks for the catch up!"

I plop on a seat opposite the women and the Corellian.

"Any recommendation for the booze in this hell hole? Seems we're stuck here for a while."

[Heyrina Tankreyd]

I have no idea how I landed in front of this cantina. Or what planet I am.

I just know I'm grown up at once, and again, I feel like I'm too many moments in times in a single instant.

It's dizzying.

And the crowd just terrifies me.

I don't even register that my actual mother is with her former wife from another place.

I just see a brunette scamper off into a back room, and I hope I can find some quiet here.

I don't know why but I hate my writer now.

It's too much of a cacophony here.

I make my way to the quieter area, and give a nod to the brunette, not wanting to bother her, though whatever she's eating doesn't seem so bad.

For now, I pull my datapad out, and busy myself to try to drown the whole thing out.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

The door opens ajar and my knuckles go white around the spoon and I'm half tempted to throw it, until it registers that I've no bloody idea who this woman was. No, I really don't but i know my writer approved of the face back in some vampire/werewolf movie.

I'm less defensive since the woman was polite and quiet - two things that weren't happening in the main cantina. She even busied herself with a 'pad and perhaps a kindred spirit finally appeared that I could tolerate.

"Mousse?" I twirl the handle of the spoon between two fingers with invitation. "There's more than enough for both of us. And if I may be presumptuous, looks like you could use the chocolate high too."

[Nara McKenna]

I pick Roxane up and find an unoccupied booth for us to sit at since protective instincts were kicking in. I'm a fucking werewolf that belongs on a planet with no fucking aliens and weird ass creatures and languages surrounding me. What's worse is I feel my power gut off from Gaia, replaced with something else that I can't describe. It makes my head fuzzy and I hate it. It feels wrong.

I scritch Roxane's head, eying everyone here with distrust and hope that we're left alone.

[Heyrina Tankreyd]

I've heard my writer swoon over the face of this woman so much it's ridiculous; but no matter what I'm relieved she doesn't yell at me for trying to get some peace.

I look up from my datapad, an old model I've been playing at customizing for years when I'm nervous.

I peek at the mousse and look around, finding another spoon in a drawer within a minute.

"Thank you."

I sit back and took a few spoonfuls of it.

"I thought my writer's brain was bad, but this is a real circus out there."

[Sinead DeBeynac]

I HATE Tatooine.

Desert and I don't mix well.

All of the sudden, I almost miss the acidic rains of Vjun. At least there's some humidity in the air when the rain doesn't try to kill you.

I have no idea why my writer has decided to yank me and toss me onto my least favorite planet of the universe.

She's a sneaky bitch.

And why in the galaxy would there be a stupid ass RANCOR and a hole in the wall of the one cantina around?

Cantinas mostly provide booze, but I have the impression I need a good sugar high more than anything else.

Groaning, I make my way inside in hope I don't just wither and dry up under the twin suns.

[Dalethria]

I look up in disbelief at sensing a familiar presence.

"Little ..."

I frown because when this insanity started, the girl was my little wanderer. Now she is my little vele. So which is it?

[Grace Van-Derveld]

I politely nod and take another spoonful myself. As I let the velvety delicious flavor melt in my mouth, I regard my new companion's observation. My tongue slides across the roof of my mouth before it clicked against my teeth when I knew what to say.

"Both writers brains are bad. You know what's worse?" I take another spoonful and jab it towards the blonde as my eyes look accusing. "They're blaming it all on us. All of it. Supposedly they're just writing up incident reports on our behavior and don't write us."

My nose curls in disgust at neither of them taking responsibility for this. "Utter bullshit."

Then stuffed the spoon in my mouth.

[Sinead DeBeynac]

My mouth falls open at the amount of people in this cantina. Either they're roommates in my writer's brain, much to my annoyance at times, or they sound vaguely familiar.

My eyes zero in on the one person I hadn't expected to see there.

"Hi... Long way from Vjun, uh?"

I make it to the bar and grab a full bottle of water. Tatooine's pretty unforgiving for my kind, even as a half breed.

[Heyrina Tankreyd]

I like this one. She calls things as she sees them and she doesn't seem to have any problem with the fact I'm a weird figment of my writer's imagination.

"Don't get me started on that. How am I even supposed to provide materials for incident reports? I never know if I'm supposed to be a five year old child, or a teenager, or just some apparition in my mother's dreams. Go figure."

I roll my eyes and take another sip of water, even though now I could just go for something stronger.

"They are both fairly crazy. And it's not as if ANYTHING is going to stop them. It's more likely to give them MORE ideas. As if we needed such things!"

[Ankara Vydian]

Hell hole on Tatooine... Great.

I grab a bottle behind the bar and just take a long ass gulp from it.

My unexpected wife considers my nicknames lame and I can't even officially blame my writer.

This bitch got all the alliteration vibes for the title and now she's left me with like... Nothing?

Oh well.

[Ashia]

Gods above have given me a gecko!

*snuggles the cute creature outside the bar near the hole in the wall*