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)
 

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[strongroots]

Robby tips his head as if in acceptance, though he's sucking on the inside of his lip, the cogs of his brain still at work.

"Messy and out of order counts as family too, my experience. If you want it to." Because hey, cut out people from your life if you need to (even if it's easier said than done). "Screws up what I wanted to ask. If you're family by default--Miyagi-do looks out for each other, but we don't go that far."

In a non-judgmental way. He'd been called family once, but it hadn't--Robby thinks--been under the context of schools. It's not something he really thinks about now. And what he is thinking about, well.

He wishes he had his own cup to fiddle with right now. Instead, Robby looks out to the rest of the party, taps the back of his heel against the floor. Shrugs.

"Mister LaRusso told me he sees me like a son. Weird to get your head around after watching your actual dad pick up new guys to play family with when he hasn't been around you most your life."

Maybe it's an unfair way of phrasing it, but Robby can't think of anything better right now. It's not sourly said, but any means.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Temple raised Jedi did things very differently from American nuclear family - the idealized version, anyway," Ezra says, quietly. "It was hard for Ben to...reconcile, when he had all his memories back."

But that is not really the point. Robby is trying to tell him something. Maybe ask for a sounding board. He shifts in his seat so he's facing Robby a little more.

"Which part do you want to talk about more - Mister LaRusso or your dad? Or is too connected?"

[strongroots]

He looks back at Ezra, head leaning than his body turning in the same way as he considers the question. Talking about--well, he knows he can't talk about Mister LaRusso. That's an issue he'd rather walk into the sea than touch on, and his dad and his new family in Trench?

Robby laughs, just a small thing as he shakes his head. Looks back at Ezra with something like a grin.

"You know? I think I just wanted to say it aloud to someone. It's your party." Okay, he's definitely grinning, tilting his head in Ezra's direction. "I'm not gonna lump you with my messy family troubles."

A beat. "But it looks like the water helped."

Or sitting down. Even both, maybe.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra watches Robby for a long beat, before he smiles - and it is a real smile - and nods.

Just needing to say something out loud? Totally valid. And if that was all a nice way of saying back off because Ezra came on too strong, well, Ezra thinks that also valid.

"Yeah!" He slowly gets to his feet, testing his equilibrium. He'd not sure how much of it was the water, or taking a few minutes to clear his head, or subconsciously drawing on the Force all a little, but it's better.

He reaches out and brushes a hand across Robby's shoulder, still smiling. "And yeah, party. But the willingness to return the favor on the heavy stuff's there, ok?"

[strongroots]

Robby stands as well, once Ezra's been up a bit and when it's clear he isn't going to decide that was a bad idea and sit right back down. His mouth tugs one side at the hand on his shoulder, but become more of an amused smile as Ezra goes on. A not-so-serious grimace on his face.

"Sure, but lemme find something that's not my family life. My dad shares enough of that as it is."

Like, repeatedly. He can't be a walking typecast of The Son.

But he can raise his chin in a quick gesture. "Go find someone cute to dance with. Party."

Less family drama.