Star Wars Iconic Characters: Interlude...

[Kelko]

No one is quite sure if Kelko had just showed up at the bar or if he had been with them the whole time, but there the green-skinned alien was, sitting at counter. Timidly, he raises and waves a hand, trying to get the Ortolan's attention. "Will I be getting my chip and Pipso anytime soon? Hey, excuse me, over here..."

Finally, exasperated that he isn't being paid attention to, he slams his head into the counter with a thick thud. "I really should get used to this," he moans dejectedly. "I'll be hungry forever."

At that moment, Kelko spies a puddle of some unidentified liquid spilled beside him. Crinkling his tapered snout anxiously, the Rodian looked around the 'diner' (to use the word loosely) with black, multifaceted eyes to ensure none of his companions were looking at him (and they never were) before tentatively sticking out a long, thin blue tongue and lapping at the mystery puddle.

 

[Arani Korden]

Arani suddenly stirs from her moment of contemplation, and approaches the Ortalan.

"Cheeseburger, Pipso, and chips for everyone."

She turns to the group.

"And put your creds away. I said I'm buying."

 

[Pbartender]

Timidly, he raises and waves a hand, trying to get the Ortolan's attention. "Will I be getting my chip and Pipso anytime soon? Hey, excuse me, over here..."

The food arrives. Greasy ground meat patties on slightly dried out buns, with a piled of thinly sliced deep-fried tubers piled along side, and accompanied by a can of Pipso Cola.

At that moment, Kelko spies a puddle of some unidentified liquid spilled beside him. Crinkling his tapered snout anxiously, the Rodian looked around the 'diner' (to use the word loosely) with black, multifaceted eyes to ensure none of his companions were looking at him (and they never were) before tentatively sticking out a long, thin blue tongue and lapping at the mystery puddle.

It turns out to be a puddle of spilled Pipso... You think.

Her hands tucked into the pockets of her white linen pants, she whistled cheerily as she strolled into the bar area.

Walking into the bar, Sia-Lan stumbles down a step just inside the entrance that she failed to notice. Heads turn to take a look at the new-comer... Half of them sneer, the other half leer. Between the dim light and the haze, she can hardly see halfway across the room. The loud jangling music and raucous noise of the crowd hurts her ears. The thick tabacc smoke makes her eyes water and her nose itch. The plug-ugly bartender harrumphs at the sight of her and turns to wipe a dirty glass with an equally dirty rag.

There certainly weren't places like this in Theed.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

"Oh wow!" Sia-Lan clasped her hands together, her blue eyes growing wider and wider until they looked like two clear blue oceans. A little laugh escaped her lips and she fairly skipped into the bar with glee. "I love what you've done to this place!" she praises the barkeep with a little spin for emphasis. "There's so much atmosphere and so many things to look at!"

Somehow she made it to the dance floor and started to boogie, Jedi-style...one hand on her belt, one arm points up then points down, shake them slim hips and then a little spin. "Oh yeah..." Sia begins to slide backwards on the flats of her boots going "ooo ooo" but then realizes she might be close to the home planet of that truly alien being too....

 

[Rorworr]

"Come and have a drink." Rorworr offers Kelko, trying to cheer up the Rodian (although I'm not sure that the alcohol this place will have to offer will do that ). He quickly finishes his food and heads after Sia into the bar. Ordering a couple of drinks, he calls "Hi" to Sia, making in clear to the other patrons that the young Jedi is not there alone.

EmTee hovers over beside the doorway into the bar, before returning to the Restaurant. "Mistress Arani, I have to admit, I'm a little confused by this place. I my database doesn't include the protocols for establishments such as this." The LEDs on the droid's front panel continually change between a worried green and a confused purple.

 

[Set Harth]

"That, that was a person?" she asked Set confusedly as he continued to usher her out.

"Barely." Growls Set. Noticing his grip on Valara's arms he quickly lets go clasps his hands behind him. "Valara, I'm sor...."

Sia-Lan laughed, shaking her bright auburn head of hair in all directions. "Oh my! Well, Set, I'm sure the utensils are quite frightened now by all your rattling, but wouldn't you rather try and rattle something else on the dance floor to impress your lady love?" She winks at Valera before heading across the corridor to see if she can round up some dancing and fun while her food was cooking away.

Set glances in iritation as Sia bounces by. Then turns back to the Bar and resumes his seat, just in time to witness Kelko adventurous taste testing. Set face screws up in an expression of disgust, but he says nothing. Maintaining his sulk Set occasionally glances at Valara out of the corner of his eye, hopeing to avoid notice.

 

[Pbartender]

OOC: Stupid double post...

"PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN!"

 

[Pbartender]

Somehow she made it to the dance floor and started to boogie, Jedi-style...one hand on her belt, one arm points up then points down, shake them slim hips and then a little spin. "Oh yeah..." Sia begins to slide backwards on the flats of her boots going "ooo ooo" but then realizes she might be close to the home planet of that truly alien being too....

The music stops.
The conversation stops.
The drinking stops.
The gambling stops.
The only sound in the bar in the faint squeakings as barstools and chairs are pushed back to allow their occupants to stand.

Except for her own, every eye in the bar is locked on Sia-Lan. And on each and every face lies the realization of what has just appeared in their midst.

"Well, well, well, boys," an anonymous voice drawls, "Lookey here whut the felinx done dragged in..."

He quickly finishes his food and heads after Sia into the bar.

Rorworr reaches the entrance of the bar just as Sia-Lan is heaved through the doorway into the corridor to the cheerful guffaws of the barroom patrons.

"Goan home, liddle missy! Goan an' git, afore summun hurts yer purty hide!" voices shout midst a chorus of laughter, "Goan outta here! I think yer momma's callin' yuh!"

The music picks up where it left off.

 

[Arani Korden]

EmTee hovers over beside the doorway into the bar, before returning to the Restaurant. "Mistress Arani, I have to admit, I'm a little confused by this place. I my database doesn't include the protocols for establishments such as this." The LEDs on the droid's front panel continually change between a worried green and a confused purple.

Arani smiles at the droid. "The actual protocols can get a bit complicated, and they vary depending on whether or not you've been accepted into the core social group of the establishment. For outsiders like us, though, they break down pretty simply. Show respect to your fellow patrons, but do so without appearing weak. Don't show undue curiousity about those around you. Don't draw undue attention to yourself. . . "

Arani's lecture is interupted by Sia-lan's forced exit from the bar.

"And don't dance around like a Gungan with heatstroke."

 

[Rorworr]

Rorworr catches Sia as she is unceremoniously pitched out of the bar. He scowls at the closest barflys, before helping the Jedi back to the restaurant, chuckling at Arani's remark.

"I wouldn't worry, Sia, these people just aren't ready for your hip new style yet." He says with a wide grin.


EmTee wobbles around in the air, the closest the droid can get to a nod. "I think I understand." Several lights flicker on EmTee's front panel, and quietly the sounds of new entries being added to the droid's protocol database can be heard.

Correct behaviour for wretched hives of scum and villainy, courtesy of Arani Korden of Naboo:

1) Do show respect to other patrons.
2) Do not appear weak.
3) Do not show curiosity or draw attention to oneself.
4) Do not dance like a Gungan with heatstroke.