[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

[snippycup]

Not so weird, where I come from. Invasive and rude, but not uncommon.

[The smile she offers is brief and wry. Its an odd place to talk -- but she had been there since the early hours, and as long as they are quiet and not disruptive...]

Most of the Nest has been respectful of the connection. I would not worry too much.

[greentech]

I mean - I've run into telepathy before.

[ Once. Unless you count the Lions. ]

I've just never had it on all the time.

[ She frowns and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. ]

It just feels a little weird. That's all.

[snippycup]

[Ahsoka offers her a sympathetic fall of her features and glances at her knees briefly in an attempt to consider how Pidge might be feeling. It doesn't take long to understand -- that was one of the benefits of the Nest.

When she lifts her chin again, she recalls a memory.]

When I was young, we were taught to close our minds by focusing on one thing. That way, even if someone tried to force their way inside, all they would find would be some grass, or a mynock, or something equally silly.

[She glances back down to Pidge.]

Might help.

[greentech]

So... kind of like meditation? Except... not?

[ She might as well try it, though. She takes a deep breath and lets her eyes close as she tries to focus on something. Maybe peanut butter. She's really not sure if it's working, though, since there's no one really around to read her mind right now. Except Ahsoka. ]

[snippycup]

[With Pidge focusing on peanut butter as hard as she is, perhaps she doesn't see the way Ahsoka is smiling. She can't relate to the image, but since it sits front and center, she gets a sense of what she is trying to portray.]

"Peanut butter", huh? Never heard of it.

[greentech]

Oh!

[ Pidge starts just slightly and looks a bit sheepish. ]

It's an... Earth food. It's made out of peanuts. It's not my favorite food, but I like it, and I eat a lot of it, so I guess it was just the first thing to pop into my head.

[snippycup]

It worked. That's what matters. It won't always work here, but -- well, it feels better to have some defense.

[They could sit there and contemplate the existence of peanut butter, but Ahsoka's own mind is elsewhere. She glances back to the speaker.]

All of this destruction -- would you say that's familiar to you as well?

[greentech]

Kind of. Unfortunately.

[ Pidge frowns. She's still not sure if she's used to the idea of fighting a war, either here or back 'home'. ]

I'm supposed to be fighting a different evil empire right now and we already know they've done some terrible things. So... I guess I'm used to it. It's not really something I think about.