[open] we could strike the chord

[headinjuries]

CHARACTERS: Anyone who wanted to go to the vigil!
WHERE: Royal Street Gaming Parlor.
WHEN: DAY :031
SUMMARY: Concordia honors the dead. Hosts honor the dead, or maybe just do a little 007ing. As in snooping, not macking on hot ladies. We hope.
WARNINGS: TBA.

This is here for any and all of your mingling needs. Start your own top-levels, harass each other, etc etc.

Here is what we know is happening, courtesy of our fearless mods:

The hosts will be few in a throng of relatively peaceful people. Most people in attendance are younger (30s and below) and a proportionally large number of them have some kind of physical modification, though most are relatively low-profile mods. There's also a small contingent of androids in attendance.

A low platform has been erected in front of the Royal Street Gaming Parlor and the speakers for the vigil either stand on it or, as is the case with some more high profile appearances, they speak across an extranet connection via a holoscreen projected onto the Parlor itself. For the most part the speakers are small time: a few workers from a small local chapter of Mind Life (accompanied by a few skittish looking androids), a beta block councilwoman, a Mother and Sister from a nearby Church of Lirinity. Most of them have nothing more than words of support and condolence.

Somewhere close to the middle of the vigil, Seong-Hye Ngazi, the Public Security Commissioner for Concordia, speaks via extranet connection. She seems somber, competent, but also confident, and speaks about condolences for the losses, regret for the circumstances of the attack, and Public Security's dedication to finding the party responsible for the attack.

Otherwise: it's your fairly standard memorial gathering. Poems are read, some tears are shed, there are some people with signs and a small contingent of rabble rousers on the fringe of the gathering that quickly get chased off by Public Security, etc. You're welcome to create and interact with your own NPCs if you feel so inclined!

Comments

[headinjuries]

[ Too kind.

He doesn't throw up, mercifully, but for once, Sam doesn't even find the sass to comment on Ren's inability to ask or suggest or use the word "please" before manhandling him. He just lets himself get pulled towards the back of the crowd, and thinks about staying upright, which feels like enough of an accomplishment right now that he can be content with managing that much.

Getting away from the worst of the crowd helps, at least, even if he's pretty sure that headache isn't going to be going anywhere for a while. ]

( Is getting in people's heads supposed to be that... )

[ Weird? Uncomfortable? He's not quite sure what the word he wants is, but maybe that's one of the advantages of the mental link - the feeling comes across just fine even if he can't decide how to describe it. ]

[narcissithstic]

Not always.

[Eyes set on the crowd rather than his companion, Ren's tone is set, but not wholly devoid of sympathy wow amazing. He stays purposefully close, arms folded tight across his chest. A ward against any straggling strangers.]

It depends on a number of different factors: your skill— your strength— their will, their devotion, distraction. [The Force, for a majority, could be fickle. Cruel, even. Apprentices driven to collapse from strain over something as simple as lifting a heavy stone might not have been common, but it did happen all the same.]

You will adapt.

[headinjuries]

( I hope so, because if that's how I'm gonna feel every time someone lies in front of me, I think I'm gonna hate people in general by like next week. )

[ It's not like he never realized that people lie all the time. But there are an awful lot of things he would've been perfectly content to not know they were lying about.

And the nausea, of course. The nausea really sucks too. ]