I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

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[vor]

It's the Emperor's birthday, which means a very traditional Vor party including lots of gaudy red-and-blue parade uniforms, gorgeous gowns, booze, vomiting aristocracy, and Miles' favorite, the drunken Vor crawling races. The latter two come later in the night. Right now, the dancing has started. Prince Gregor is beaming, finally able to enjoy the night because he's not the one it's about. He's also dancing with his mother, who, in elegant falls of blue and white silk with red roses in her hair, compliments him in his parade uniform. Kareen laughs at something he's said quietly, and his grin widens.

[theoniongirl]

They'd been warned that these spheres contained dreams, but it's still a shock to find herself in the middle of an extravagent party. Gone is the skin-tight space suit, replaced with a gown of beautiful, pale yellow silk, but it does little to make her less self-conscious. With so many people around, it's hard to find Gregor in the mix, and the skirts only make it more difficult to wind her way through the throng. She has to gather her skirts in one hand as she works her way around the edge of the dancing, looking for a familiar face.

[vor]

Kareen laughs as Gregor twirls her under his arm, and Gregor wonders why it was never quite this easy with Cordelia. Cordelia was his mother for twenty years, in every way she could be, but somehow, accepting her as such seemed like a denial of Kareen. He does love Cordelia, but Miles is her real son, not Gregor.

If he told her that, she would shut him up with a look. He spots the shimmering fall of roan-red hair in the crowd. Cordelia is looking stunning on Aral's arm, and her husband has a few less grey hairs, a few less lines on his smiling face, having never been Regent.

As he turns back to his mother, his eyes skim over an odd face in the crowd. Dark hair and pale skin are hardly novel here, but...but that is a face he knows. A face that draws him uncomfortably out of this fantasy. He stops and stares, and Kareen tugs at his hand, asking him if he's okay.

Jilly. That's her name, isn't it?