thisavrou_log | [closed] treat yo self!

Who: Leia, Fiora, & the invited partygoers
When: 6/17, after leaving the resort planets
Where: Mess hall (following the regular dinner service for the crew)
What: Fiora throws a dinner party for Leia, cooking up a large variety of Alderaanian foods that they brought back last month thanks to the Reverse Ingress. Various Star Wars nerds and other nerds are invited. Potential drunken karaoke and chaos ensues.
Warnings: None yet, but we'll add one if ~~Kylo Ren~~ anyone gets out of hand.

It's later in the evening and the mess hall is quiet and mostly empty. The standard dinner for the crew had already been prepared, served and cleaned up, and the chairs are stacked in columns on the far side of the room to allow the sanitation crew to mop the floors. But there are a few tables - the ones closest to the door to the kitchen - that not only have their chairs still neatly arranged, but whose surfaces are slowly becoming covered in large platters of food.

Fiora emerges from the door to the kitchen, another large serving dish in her metal hands. She hurries to one table, sets it down, and rushes back into the kitchen. Although she'd started the meal hours ago, the prep is taking much longer than she expected. Perhaps she'd overestimated herself - she's an experienced cook, sure, but she should have known that cooking a bunch of unfamiliar Alderaanian food would be a bit more time consuming.

But it will be worth it. Returning to Alderaan meant a lot to Leia. She hadn't shown it, but Fiora could tell how emotional it was for her. They brought all these food items back just to throw a party, to celebrate her home instead of being sad about it, and Fiora will keep cooking through the whole night if she has to.

For those characters who are impatient, hungry, or just have nothing to do while waiting for the party to start, you might wander into the mess hall a few minutes before the agreed starting time. There are two long tables set for the party guests, each pristine plate accompanied by a full array of utensils. The mess hall's heavy-duty plastic cups look out of place next to the crystal wine glasses at every seat, but hey, Fiora is working with what she has.

Next to the set tables are two tables cluttered with a plethora of food. At the center of one table is a large cooked Gorak bird, its skin roasted to a beautiful shade of dark brown and peppered with something Leia had called "malla petals." Beside that is a pot of stew, with a cream-colored liquid and a strong smell of rosemary and cheese. The bird and the stew appear to be the main courses, but one could easily stuff themselves on everything else accompanying them on the table: bread, fruit, a selection of sliced meat arranged in a flower shape, a salad of beans and sliced roots, and fried homemade potato chips with a bowl of blue-flecked dip. Aficionados of Alderaanian cuisine would recognize the kebroot, oro bark and starblossom on the table, but you might have to try the chip dip before you realize it's made with ruica, Leia's favorite vegetable.

The other table is devoted exclusively to desserts and alcohol. The girls went nuts with the booze while on Alderaan and all of its most famous spirits are present: Ruge Liqueur, Alderaanian ale and brandy, chimbak wine, a pitcher of mixed l'lahsh, and of course, wine. Beside that are multicolored candies and cupcakes made from kebroot flour. And beside that, at the end of the table, is a platter of odd white discs made of something grainy and sandy - like large, flat, circular sugar cubes. If tried, they melt in your mouth and have the same chilling sensation as peppermint, but taste creamy and fruity, a bit like bananas.

Fiora is nowhere to be found, but clanking noises can be heard coming from the kitchen. Just have a seat and wait for the others to arrive!

((This is basically going to be as a mingle log, so I've provided this description to help set the stage! Comment in with your own top-level prompts, show up early, show up fashionably late, start drinking games, propose karaoke, start drama, go nuts!))

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For many of those present, this may well be the first they've seen of Lando since the crew were given unlimited credits and set loose on the Collective. He's only just come back to the ship, ensuring his purchases were stowed and touching up his own presentability before turning up at dinner. He never has been one to decline such a kind invitation, after all.

True to form, he doesn't show up too early or too late, his arrival timed by social instinct rather than conscious deliberation. He's wearing a previously unseen cape this evening, in a charcoal grey that subtly glitters when the light catches its folds. Its fine silver clasp is secured on either side with small red gems set into delicately ornate medallions, the chain that runs between them peeking out under the collar on his rich purple shirt. His pants are in the same charcoal, falling with a subtle flare over his polished shoes. For anyone who didn't immediately assume he'd been shopping, that's certainly proof enough.

Prior to dinner, he'll mingle pleasantly, exchanging warm greetings with those he knows and equally eager introductions with any he doesn't.

Even once he has secured his own serving of the offerings on hand, the meal cannot truly be said to be his focus as he pursues conversation far more actively than he does his moderately filled plate. Of course, he would never dream of speaking with his mouth full, nor any other such social breech - his table manners don't suffer even as he maintains a relaxed, friendly air about himself.

Naturally, that sort of relaxed air is easier to maintain when you have no idea what's been going on lately.

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Although he can (contrary to popular belief) behave himself at a formal dinner party, it's not exactly the kind of thing Han does when he's got a choice in the matter. Right now, though, this is about as good a cause as you can find, so of course he's showed up-- dressed in ~~stolen~~ borrowed Alderaanian clothes that he's carefully trying to forget belong to Leia's father, since that feels a little weird-- and looking remarkably at ease, considering how out of his element he is.

Lando, of course, pulls the cape thing off much more naturally. Figures.

"I was starting to think we'd lost you," he says, amusement evident, when he catches up to the other man. Clearly Lando's had fun on the Collective worlds.

Well this is a difficult position Lando's found himself in. Han has begun a clear conversation, to which he of course should reply, but he's also shown up in an outfit that's just begging for commentary.

Of course, that will keep.

For the time being, he pursues the offered commentary with a soft chuckle and a roll of his head that functions as a more refined take on a shrug.

"I can't say there wasn't a strong temptation to be lost. I'm not sure I made the right call."

"That might be a question of how deep the captains' pockets are," he reasons.

Not that he isn't glad to see Lando, but a place like that and all the money you could possibly spend? If Han didn't have company he particularly wanted to keep he might have vanished just as thoroughly. And thought twice about coming back.

"I won't ask if you had fun."

(But maybe he won't say no to listening to it, if there're any good stories to be told.)

"I did consider it my personal responsibility to try to find the bottom of those pockets," A quirk of his smile and a slight tilt of his head punctuates the statement somewhat rakishly, before settling once more on the good but somewhat mischievous humor that suits him best.

"So, whether or not you're asking, I can confirm that I most certainly did."

"Don't you always?"

Maybe not always, but close enough. Casually he looks over the spread, dishes he doesn't always recognize-- Alderaanian cuisine filtered through wherever Fiora's from, he supposes it's to be expected.

"You'll have to give me the highlights."

"At a nice dinner like this?" If he could quite pull it off, he'd look scandalized, but even he has his limits. "I thought it might be encouraged to keep the conversation polite."

That makes him break into a broad grin, one he'll have to stifle before someone asks him what he's grinning about. Of course the high points aren't going to be good dinner conversation.

"You'll be stuck talking about the weather, I guess."

Which was uniformly lovely. Poor conversation fodder, there.

It really is poor conversation fodder. It almost always is, but particularly coming from a place like this.

"Not much to be said there. It was quite pleasant, as was everything else. Accommodations, shopping, new acquaintances..."

That's still polite, right? I mean, unless you're Han since that means you know Lando.

"Right."

Oh, he knows. That shows pretty clearly on his face.

"Nice rooms."

At least Han saw his share of those.

"That they were."

Nah, that's not a smirk.

"And how did you find your stay?"

"We had a pretty good time."

Likewise, Lando can infer what he wants to from that. These days Han is pretending to be a gentleman, after all. Which means not mentioning anything directly about those myriad fancy rooms or what happened in them.

Yep.

Why, there's nothing untoward there. Nor in the smile he responds with, or the knowing nod.

"Sadly, I have a feeling it may be a while before we get to make a stop like that again."

Fiora is still hovering over the two serving tables, fussing over the arrangement of dishes and garnishes, when Lando wanders into her peripheral vision. She turns her head to discover someone she has not met before. Well! A chance to meet some more of Leia's friends. That is a bonus of putting on this dinner, after all.

"Welcome, welcome!" she calls out to him, beckoning him over. "My, you're dressed proper, aren't you? The drinks are over here if you'd like one."

Lando turns toward her greeting with a smooth turn rather than a sudden snap, a bright and beaming smile breaking across his face as he follows through the motion with a few strides to approach.

"Of course. It only seemed befitting of an occasion that's been so graciously arranged. I take it you must be our other lovely hostess this evening?" He bows his head slightly, and reaches for one of her hands with his own, extended palm held up and fingers loosely outstretched, in the hope that she'll allow him the opportunity for a proper greeting.

Oh, he's the flashy type, isn't he. Walking and talking all smooth. Fiora grins with a hint of skepticism and offers her hand - her metal, robotic hand, with its exposed wrist joints and its gold, flattened, squarish, segmented fingers.

"I guess you'd call me something like that," she says casually. "My name is Fiora, I'm one of Leia's roommates."

Well, he might be slightly the flashy type. Though, he's hardly bothered by the skepticism behind that grin as he takes her hand and, bowing his head, touches it lightly and momentarily to his lips before releasing it. While the metallic arm clearly doesn't escape his attention, he'd never be one to be rude about it.

"And I am Lando Calrissian. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Fiora."

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