[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

[decommission]

[ Her reaction is like a slap. His brow furrows, mouth twisting into a frown as he leans against the wall, glancing over at her like he's trying to read her expression instead of the tether between their minds. ]

You're still mad? [ Might as well be direct about it. ]

[erbier]

I am not angry.

[ Well. She wasn't, anyway. Now that Ren has insulted her she is certainly angry and perhaps that bleeds into all things? ]

[decommission]

Then what is it? [ There's been a disturbance in the Force. Something's shifted within the brood, even he's noticed. Something that doesn't completely have to do with Anakin's loss. ]

[erbier]

I am disappointed.

[ Her seething perhaps undermines that statement. ]

Disappointed that a few sharp words can turn even the most determined into doubting fools.

[ Okay, maybe she is angry. Or hurt. Or both. ]

[decommission]

[ His mouth twists to one side, mouth opening and closing tight. ]

( Doubting of what? )

[ The brood? He's not following - his original question asked out of courtesy, nothing out of the ordinary in his mind. ]

[erbier]

( You think I would I would reject you, and Ren accuses me of using him to prop myself up. )

[ One of those things is more infuriating than the other, but ultimately the same: denigration of her dedication to them. ]

[decommission]

[ Oh. He lets out a sharp breath, a spike of agitation forming with the mention of Ren's name. ]

( I just thought you might've wanted some space. That's all.

And Ren's an ass. )

[ Pardon his language. ]

[erbier]

( I don't. )

[ Stark, abrupt. No. She does not want space. ]

( I want my brood. I want us to be strong together despite our differences, because of our differences. I want more. From all of you. )

[ Volatile, emotive. Her love for all of them is furious, her fear and her longing and her anger; it is all a wild surging wave. ]

[decommission]

[ They must look strange, with him making faces and neither of them talking. Or maybe that's normal for Concordia - for all anyone knows they're having some kind of conversation over the extranet.

Either way, he's not really considering any bystanders. The force of her emotions has him taken aback, eyebrows knitting together as his eyes close. ]

( You've gotta know that he's the one that keeps trying to tear us down. ) [ Why else would Ren say something like that to her. His thoughts darken beyond agitation, slipping into deeper concern. ] ( We're the only ones that're gonna be willing to stand for him when everyone else decides they've had enough. )

[ It's not just the Enemy or other outside forces they have to deal with when it comes to threats to their brood - he can't help but think of the conversation with Lexa. ]

[erbier]

( If he is weak then so are we all. )

[ He is weak because they cannot control him. Ilde knows this entirely too well about Kylo Ren. ]

[decommission]

[ Another longer pause, his thoughts seeming to simmer and then settle again. ]

( I know. )

[erbier]

( He has a natural wealth of talent. We will have to work many times harder to triumph over him. )

[ And oh does she intend to, to show him that she does not need his shoulders to stand on at all. ]

( Are you prepared for that? Do you understand? )

[decommission]

( I'm prepared to stand up to him again if it comes to that. )

[ And he knows that means working to become stronger than Ren. ]

[erbier]

( It will. )

[ Steve had said it himself, when Ren has stressed all his other relationships: they will still be tied to him. ]

( We will do better, next time. )