[Day 1 - Late Evening] Salon of Hidden Delights

[Shelzais Sek]

Shelzais's orange eyes narrowed for a second, then she relaxed fractionally as the knife went away again. "Ah, the classics. An old-fashioned Sith despite your fur coat. Wrong sort of party for you, too, then." She grinned behind the rim of her liquor flute. "You ought to try dancing some time, though. The cross-over is more significant than you might guess."

“Taken under advisement,” he begrudgingly conceded. Tyr’s eyes flicked about the room, his ears twitching as snippets of conversation filtered through the dull roar of multiple conversations. He huffed impatiently, his brow furrowing.

"Anyone here you're curious about, master Tyr?" Shelzais took another casual sip of her drink, performing a reasonably convincing impression of a person whose conversation partner was a normal party guest and not a nightmare werewolf. There were undoubtedly people here who would make more charming or amusing small talk, but the frisson of chitchatting with someone who could probably take her face off with his teeth before she could get her lightsaber in hand--and sleep well afterward, too, no doubt--was easily the most interesting sensation she'd experienced in the last handful of days.

[Tyr]

"Anyone here you're curious about, master Tyr?" Shelzais took another casual sip of her drink, performing a reasonably convincing impression of a person whose conversation partner was a normal party guest and not a nightmare werewolf. There were undoubtedly people here who would make more charming or amusing small talk, but the frisson of chitchatting with someone who could probably take her face off with his teeth before she could get her lightsaber in hand--and sleep well afterward, too, no doubt--was easily the most interesting sensation she'd experienced in the last handful of days.

"Specifically? no," the shistavanen shook his head, returning his gaze to bedazzled sith. "I only arrived on Ziost recently and I need to get the lay of the land, and my potential enemies."

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

She raised a brow. "Protect one's destiny from meddling you say? Curious. As would the other be. Though, it may be that I would have the means to construct such things myself locked away in here somewhere," she said, tapping her skull with a smile. "Regardless, the ability to construct such instruments is no small feat. Quite impressive."

"I do not doubt you could attempt zhe zame creationz," she acknowledged. "Iv you are truly knoveledgeable of zhe artz, zhen it iz a zmall matter to know zhat zuch talizmanz can be made. It iz juzt a matter of finding zhe materialz, und enacting zhe proper ritualz to zee zhe prozezz to fruition. It juzt happenz to be zhat mein vamily haz had many zenturiez of practize in zhe creation of zuch vetishes."

[Xyll Vanth]

"I do not doubt you could attempt zhe zame creationz," she acknowledged. "Iv you are truly knoveledgeable of zhe artz, zhen it iz a zmall matter to know zhat zuch talizmanz can be made. It iz juzt a matter of finding zhe materialz, und enacting zhe proper ritualz to zee zhe prozezz to fruition. It juzt happenz to be zhat mein vamily haz had many zenturiez of practize in zhe creation of zuch vetishes."

"I shall consider it, to be certain. Such things might come in handy. If nothing else, it could prove easier than finding such relics in the ruins of the past; though perhaps not as satisfying."

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

Though it was hidden by her ornate headdress, Jun-Tsu quirked an eyebrow. "Zo, I azzume you are zeeking to explore zhe ruinz of Old Ziost at zome point? Or perhapz plumb zhe dezert tombz of Korriban?"

[Jaheem Abasi]

"Ah, so you've been onto the matter. Seeing how rewarding it can be, perhaps I should as well? Are you cooperating with the intel service?"

Jaheem nodded "I am simply concerned with catching this dangerous and seditious terrorist. I will work with anyone who will lead to that end."

[Alister Dravvad]

“Well then what do you do, exactly?” she asked curiously.

"I explore the designs that come to mind. Work through problems, try and make things that intrigue me." He took a sip of his of his mind.

"Occasionally I work on things on commission or the like as well. I was making a blaster pistol earlier today for example."

[Xyll Vanth]

Though it was hidden by her ornate headdress, Jun-Tsu quirked an eyebrow. "Zo, I azzume you are zeeking to explore zhe ruinz of Old Ziost at zome point? Or perhapz plumb zhe dezert tombz of Korriban?"

"I have had quite enough of Korriban," she said dismissively. "Ziost however. Ziost holds fascination. I did not find anything of worth the last time I was here. But perhaps the days ahead might be different?"

[Dapper Dog]

“So an inventor or at least you like creating things… I don’t have such imagination I prefer concrete things I guess. I would be jealous if I had not accepted my limitation,” she said honestly.

[Dayana Valthren]

"Alderaanian," she chuckled at that. "What do they know about fashion? The ones I've seen seem too fond of corsetry, and sparkles. Or uniforms."

Her gaze wandered over those gathered so far. Too much dresses in black and red. It was so boring and predictable - people lacked originality and daring when it came to fashion choices, it seemed. At least the lovely Sek had the sense to wear gold.

"Practicing Ataru wherever she went? You mean she was doing flips and cartwheels in the hallways or in conversation?"

"They are fond of their uniforms." Dayana flicked some hair back for a bit of flair. "Especially that Captain Alderaan. Oh, well, some of our Moffs sure do love uniforms too."

Dayana herself was a bit of a conformist. Didn't help that her vision was quite different from others.

"Both, actually, though the frequency of the latter certainly decreased."

[Lord Tenebrous]

"Oh my," she chuckled "From the sounds of it, one would almost pity their master. Almost." Shaisha laughed with a bit of a 'mean girl'-streak.

"Makes me wonder how the Jedi even train their apprentices. They all seem like such doofuses who don't really understand the galaxy and its harsh realities. Say what you will of Sith training, at least we learn the harsh realities early on." And in other ways, she thought with some hint of bitterness.

"What was the fashion like on Corellia though, apart from the Alderaanians and Jedi?"

[Alister Dravvad]

“So an inventor or at least you like creating things… I don’t have such imagination I prefer concrete things I guess. I would be jealous if I had not accepted my limitation,” she said honestly.

A logical choice, jealousy for the most part was a waste of time. "Well, if you ever wish to see a bit of what it's like you can always stop by lab." He offered with a smile.

"Still I'm curious what you mean by concrete things. I know you mentioned that patterns and puzzles intrigued you, but I imagine that's not all."

[Dapper Dog]

“I have to see the thing, creating something unknown seems alien to me, but finding a pattern in chaos comes natural, because for me it was always there. I am sadly a boring person,” she said calmly.

“Quiet evenings analyzing data seem enjoyable to me.”

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

"I have had quite enough of Korriban," she said dismissively. "Ziost however. Ziost holds fascination. I did not find anything of worth the last time I was here. But perhaps the days ahead might be different?"

"I am not zertain I vill vind anyzhing of uze zhere eizther, but zhere iz alvayz hope. Zhe lore of zhe ancient jen'jedai, reweils iztelf in itz ovn time. Und, in zhoze momentz, ve count ourzelvez zhe mozt vortunate of all."

[Dapper Dog]

Having arrived fashionably late he wore a tailored suit of white with a black undershirt and polished tailored shoes; he had a drink in hand but either was nursing it slowly or simply had it for appearances. He got along easy with guests with a handsome smile and even had a spiited conversation with Darth Vowrawn and his companion of the moment.

At the moment he was observing the plants of the garden.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

He shook his head, "Unfortunately nothing that straight forward. It is the plague that has been striking the Outer Rim as of late. Zygerria was one of the first hit... I've been brought in to fix the situation."

"That is unfortunate, my condolences. Perhaps there are medical experts you could consult while you are back home on how best to proceed. I'm not sure I could offer you any more advice than perhaps quarantine specifics, and maybe not even then. This sort of infection is outside of my expertise," she offered sympathetically.

[Alister Dravvad]

“I have to see the thing, creating something unknown seems alien to me, but finding a pattern in chaos comes natural, because for me it was always there. I am sadly a boring person,” she said calmly.

“Quiet evenings analyzing data seem enjoyable to me.”

"I spend most of my evenings puzzling through one problem or the next, so I suppose that makes me quite boring as well." He replied a wry smile making it's way onto his lips.

"Not that being boring means I get to skip out on events like this though. It's important to be seen, or so I'm told."

[Shelzais Sek]

"Specifically? no," the shistavanen shook his head, returning his gaze to bedazzled sith. "I only arrived on Ziost recently and I need to get the lay of the land, and my potential enemies."

"Lord Malgus's enemies then, I suppose. Unless you're the ambitious sort of apprentice, and have already started making some of your own." Light winked off her fine golden piercings as she raised a brow ridge at him. "I'm afraid I can't help your studies a great deal there. I try to avoid having to become anybody's enemy; it's all just too much work."

[Sylvain Torsin]

"That is unfortunate, my condolences. Perhaps there are medical experts you could consult while you are back home on how best to proceed. I'm not sure I could offer you any more advice than perhaps quarantine specifics, and maybe not even then. This sort of infection is outside of my expertise," she offered sympathetically.

He nodded, "I've been in contact with a potential business partner with research assets... I am interested in finding more aid within the Empire however... Plague is its own obstacle, but it does then contribute to the spread of so many more obstacles."

[Tyr]

"Lord Malgus's enemies then, I suppose. Unless you're the ambitious sort of apprentice, and have already started making some of your own." Light winked off her fine golden piercings as she raised a brow ridge at him. "I'm afraid I can't help your studies a great deal there. I try to avoid having to become anybody's enemy; it's all just too much work."

“My Master’s enemies are my own,” it came out in that rote sort of fashion of a doctrine deeply ingrained by repetition, not emotion. “Lord Malgus looks to the greater interests of the Empire, threats from within as well as from without. I observe, I remember. And when the shit goes down, I’ll be ready.”