A celebration! [OTA]

[ezra_of_lothal]

Who: Ezra + CR + You!
What: A party to celebrate the Ezra Bridger's Knighting
When: Evening of 4/1
Where: The Sanctuary!

Content Warnings: Should mostly be wholesome good times, but it is a Jedi coming of age celebration, references to genocide and cultural loss, are possible.

When he'd first kicked around the idea of taken a self written oath and having a celebration in lieu of a Knighting, Ezra had assumed the get-together would be the handful of Jedi in Trench, and maybe a couple of other friends, if that.

LIfe has a funny way of throwing curveballs. Or - sometimes the Force provides.

He'd been pleasantly bewildered when Sansa had come up to him, having spotted the off the cuff Knighting ceremony under the guardian tree, and offered to have a feast at the Sanctuary as well.

Sansa, with Anakin Solo's help, has gone all out, as much as possible, on relatively short notice. Banners with the symbol of the Jedi Order adorn the Sanctuary grounds, and the full kitchen of the complex is thrown into setting out a minor feast, cakes included.

Ezra hadn't really thought to ask for alcoholic refreshment, that's there too. As well as wildly eclectic music and lights strung up to section off some space for a dance floor.

Everything open to all.

(OOC: Have at! Top level away! Will drop an OTA for Ezra below)
 

Comments

[faceblocks]

[oh! that's a forthright yes? well, now she just leans in with that big dopey grin and reaches out to clap him on the back - it's for a few reasons: the admission (even if it's a just friends thing, a belated congratulations on the knighting ceremony, and also ...again: alcohol.]

Did she what? Say anything? Ask me to talk to you? Nah. Am I what? Nosy? Yup. I do that. What can I say, I'm invested.

She's my family. And my friend. Family can be friends, it's been heard to happen. What do you mean a---

---oh, so you like her, like her, but just haven't said anything? That what's up?

Well, we can take care of that right now if ya want!

[she squints, searching for sansa. because this is clearly how to do things, right?]

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Most of his family is also his friends, thank you. And he knows Vi is Sansa's family, which is why she hasn't gotten a flat it's none of her business.

Still he yelps-]

Vi, no! Not - not in public like this. Where she has to be polite.

And I'm a mess-

She deserves better.

[faceblocks]

[she starts at the yelp, stops in her tracks and considers.]

Oh, yeah. That's ...probably. Huh. You really think she'd---

[this is sansa. so the answer's likely yes. the more she thinks on it the more she frowns.]

---okay, so in private, then. Mess? You look fine to me, but I'm a few cups in, too so take that with a grain of salt. Why better? Her judgment's pretty spot on when it comes to quality people, so if she's spending any time with you at all, it's probably because she doesn't think she's wasted.

[wait, what? what a slip.]

I mean wasting it.

[ezra_of_lothal]

[He frowns just a touch, at that stutter in her words, but dismisses it and his expression clears, and he gives Vi a helpless grin.]

Oh. No. I didn't mean better than me as a person, or -or that I'm a mess all the time—hers to decide. [He nods, sharp. Some other day, his insecurity about his street rat days might have crept on him, and might yet again. But today he knows he's a knight.]

I meant -today has been, uh. All my emotions are very big today. Even before the- [Um, how many?] Drinks.

[Very earnestly-] She deserves...all my attention. To really talk. Not being tacked on at the end. [He waves around to indicate the entire celebration.]

[faceblocks]

[it's a grin that seems as genuine as she expects it to be, and she's laughing at herself, pressing a palm to her forehead as he clarifies. is she too used to having the people close to her trash talk themselves? possibly.]

Good to know. I'm not usually this much of a mess either. This is a planned mess, because hey, it's a party. What better place than to cut loose a little. You earned it. [....] Ser.

I get it. Big emotions, big drinks, take it from me and stop way before forty. Maybe fifteen. Ten, even.

[headtilt]

You had too many drinks to show me some more of those moves? The dancing kind, I mean. We can trade off.

[there are gears turning in her mind. they're going somewhere, but she's not sure where just yet. wheeeee. drinks! doesn't matter right now. but this could be a mission. she'd hoped sansa might have found romance at her nameday party, but there's promise here, it's belated, but she'll take it.]

[ezra_of_lothal]

[This time Ezra shakes he head vigorously.] No one uses Ser for Jedi back home. It's...not exactly that kind of knight.

[He smirks.] The ridiculous formal title randos default to is 'Master Jedi'. [He's aware by many people's metrics that ones worse. And certainly, the first time someone called him that, his brain immediately bluescreened.]

And I'm game.

[faceblocks]

I'm not the expert on knights, so if I gotta take your word for it, then that's that.

Really? [a bit of a brow arch before she laughs. everybody's got titles, it seems.] Well, okay, Master Jedi Ezra, let's see whatcha got.

[she's starting with one she's mastered recently. there are a few she hasn't quite, and she's not sure the dance floor's ready for that foolishness yet. so she'll do a little moonwalk around him, tipping an imaginary hat. that's her contribution.]