#zabra

[largepoundage]

Other important OCs!

Addison: Dallas’ roommate, hardcore 90s girl and overall pretty chill but really likes prancing Cooper cuz he’s fun to get riled

Buckshot: an old enemy of cooper set on hunting him down for sport, is also a single father who works at bass pro shop, and member of the League of Mercenaries, Bounty Hunters, and Otherwise Soldiers of Fortune

D1NA: An old member of the League of Mercenaries, Bounty Hunters and Otherwise Soldiers of Fortune, a cybernetic ally enhanced assassin, one of cooper’s older enemies, and dangerous as they come

NORMAN (human given name, real name incomprehensible): greater demon of gluttony captured by Abigor scientists/cultists, and currently held in Basement containment chambers, actively tries to take over the organization thought psychic subterfuge.

Zabra Umbra: claims to be the cloned daughter of Cadara and Thatch from centuries in the future, and come back in time to ensure the victory of Abigor over earth so secure the empire she is to inherit

[nkp1981]

Meet Tira, the world’s rarest zebra.

Photographed by: Ashish Parmar

[ultrajaphunter]

IDF 7th Brigade & Yahalom OE Engineering Unit, Raid Hamas "Zabra" Battalion Post.

Discovered Anti-Aircraft Missile Operation & Calibration Systems near Loaded Rocket Launcher.

Mortars, Weapons, Technological Assets, Electronic Components & intelligence Documents Organization Found."

[mwolf0epsilon]

Maybe something with Abuela and Wolffe? Post-clone wars so we can see Wolffe in his wettest state ofc

Running from Demons

Summary: A very brief but impactful encounter stirs Wolffe away from both alcoholism and danger.

[In which Wolffe is threatening to spiral after deserting from the Empire, and Abuela suffers no fools. She's seen enough misery to know what to look for.]

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It's a rather odd encounter in some ramshackle rinky-dink cantina at the very edge of Republic Imperial space. The kind that smells to high-heavens like sweat, piss and a little bit of blood. Not that Wolffe has much of a mind to complain about this "fine establishment's" less than pleasant odor.

No, all he can really care about right now is to get his blood-alcohol level higher, while Rex and Gregor are off trying to haggle off-world transport prices.

The sooner they got out of dodge, way off of the Empire's radar, the better. And if he wasn't seeing straight by the time they were on the move, that'd be a much welcomed bonus. Even if every shot that made its way down his gullet tasted like watered down Coruscanti Lager, instead of the Corellian Whisky he'd paid for. Dang stuff didn't even pack a punch.

"Tsh..." his eyes immediately darted towards the utmost left corner of the shady cantina's counter.

There, riffle strapped visibly to her back, sat an old Zabrak woman. And from what he could see, she was a surly looking thing.

With deep sun-spotted mahogany red skin, faded tattoos that looked like ringlets on tree bark, and horns that grew imposingly long (at least compared to what he was used to seeing on those silly old ads that flashed across Coruscant's billboards, advertising some new beauty product aimed at Zabraki ladies with a billion and one insecurities).

Her hair was thin and gray (with a few flecks of white), held up on a high ponytail that was put together with tightly wound decorative beads and trinkets, that she looked to have strong together herself with sturdy wire. A high contrast to her relatively modest wardrobe of a tan blouse, practical trousers, and beat up steel-toed boots.

Infinitely-wise orange eyes (framed by crow's feet that went with the rest of the visible lines on her face), regarded him with a certain kind of disdain that only a superior officer could match.

"Youngins like you ought to not be wasting hard-earned credits on the worst piss this vagrant's hole has to offer..." Her gravely voice held a hint of humor to it, but he couldn't really tell if she was being condescending or just jesting. Always safer to assume the latter over the former. "It's an insult to the taste buds."

"My taste buds are fine with whatever it is they're churning out the back..." He snorted, the retort feeling almost too easy coming off his tongue. To think he used to be a commander. Now he was some drunk-to-be responding to some old hag's derisions. "Provided it doesn't come off the tap warm."

"Say that louder, deary, and they might just piss in your mug in front of you before stealing your money." The old woman grinned after barking out a quick laugh at his response. So it was genuine amusement then. What a galaxy he was living in, that some old granny was making light of his situation.

If only she knew the things he'd seen. The things he'd done... All of which lead him right here.

"Seen plenty of that here, have you?"

"Not here. But somewhere. Everywhere..." She took a sip of her own unknown grog. The mug sloshed thicker and foamier than Wolffe's own, and he could neither smell nor really tell if the liquid was cherry red or even a royal purple. "These old bones have seen plenty of thievery..."

"Haven't we all?" Hadn't his kin? Lives stolen away, loyalties thrown into the trash, hopes dashed by betrayals abound. What had all of that fighting been for if not disappointment and pain for his kind?

"Thievery, desperation, the end of an era..." She considered her mug with a look of deep thought, before shrugging and downing the entire thing. Zabraki folk were made of strong stuffs. "Demons. Many, many demons... Suppose we're all running from something if we end up in dumps like these, nursing drinks that won't ever numb the unknowable terror..."

"...What could an old broad be running from?" He huffed dismissively. Almost insulted by the comparison. "Tax fraud? Mysteriously murdered husband? Too many grandkids to kiss goodnight?"

"Says a man who's looking to get borderline blackout in a place where anyone would be jumping at the opportunity to put a slug in a deserter's skull..." And her eyes pierce him then, like burning hot daggers. "What couldn't I be running from? The real question is, will I outlive whatever it is that's going to drag you down, sonny boy?"

She slides a credit to the bartender and leaves.

Wolffe watches her leave, heart in his throat, and calls it quits as well. Suddenly the prospect of drinking into a stupor doesn't seem as appealing, when he feels like he's been threatened with imminent violence.

It also hits that she was armed, and he was not. A rookie mistake on his part that, were he in his prime, he would have never have made. How the mighty had fallen.

Later, well after he Rex and Gregor are on the next shipment flying further away from Imperial space, he hears that the little dirt-hole they'd stopped by had been raided and burnt to the ground by Stormtroopers on a wild hunt for anyone so much as beginning to whisper their doubts about the Emperor's rule.

The hag had saved their lives by spooking him something good. He vows to keep himself away from the bottom of a bottle.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Cloak and dagger

It took longer than she'd have liked to admit, but Ruma eventually saw the futility of looking for the Cloak of Invisibility by herself. Not because she was a cyclops - it was only her peripheral vision that was lacking, and she'd learnt to turn her head more to compensate - but because it was bloody hard to find.

Her initial search had yielded neither shimmering hide nor ethereal silvery hair - she'd seen the woodcuts in her books, even if she'd never come across one in person - but then of course it wouldn't have, as she now realised far too late. It didn't mean that the store didn't have one, especially as Zabra's Magical Artefacts seemed to have at least one of everything else. It just meant that it actually worked.

She'd been going about this all the wrong way. This shop had a keeper, peering over the counter over there, and it didn't hurt to simply ask whether they had one in stock - and, if so, how exactly one might go about finding where it was. Ruma loved a good rummage through the racks of the dressmakers elsewhere in the city, but sometimes even the most enthusiastic shopper had to let an expert take the lead.

"Hello?" she addressed the proprietor; presumably the eponymous Zabra herself. "I was wondering if you could help me - I'm on the hunt for a Cloak of Invisibility."

"You wouldn't be the first." The shopkeeper, whatever her name, was unmistakeably an elf. She was not merely elvish, but elvest, from her pixie-cut hair to her spritely demeanour; she had ears that tapered more sharply than the dagger at Ruma's belt, and eyes that seemed to see right through her. "Come on, I'll help you look."

Their ten minute search yielded a Cloak of Visibility, which seemed to be nothing but a set of fluorescent yellow robes, a Cloak of Impish Ability ("perfect for your low-level hexes and the like"), a Cloak of Indivisibility ("impervious to most blades, although a mace or hammer'll still mash you up something frightful"), and even a potion labelled 'Cloacal Invisibility' in the dragonborn section, which her host refused to explain.

"Are you sure you don't want a Clock of Invisibility?" she asked. "I'm sure there's one around here somewhere. The ticking has been driving me insane."

"No, definitely a cloak. Are you sure you actually have one?"

"Oh, I wouldn't forget about that. I've just misplaced it, is all. The last I saw it I'd draped it over the hat rack."

"What hat rack?"

"Exactly."

Ruma narrowed her eye. "Why do I feel like you're not being completely up-front with me?"

"What, like you're being with me?" The elf raised an eyebrow, which always came across to Ruma like showing off. "Why'd you want this cloak, anyhow? To sneak into someplace you're not meant to be, right? Maybe to take something that isn't yours?"

"That's confidential."

"Oh, sure, I'd hate to imperil your livelihood." She sighed. "Look, the last customer to buy an invisibility cloak from this store came back that night for everything else. I'm not so sure I want to go through all that drama again."

It had been three years since that night. She'd only taken it off for a moment, to try on a magical hat, exploring the shop's cave of wonders. She'd been in earlier that day, but there had been no time to peruse the rest of the wares: the previous shopkeeper, an elderly gnome named Zabra, had been watching her closely, and she hadn't want to raise any suspicions before the cloak was safely in her arms.

But when it had been time to make her escape, she'd never found it again. She'd retraced her steps, looking for the hook, but with no more joy than this cyclops was having today. She'd been so long looking, in fact, that the first customers had arrived to rap on the locked door, and she'd had to improvise, lest the city watch be called.

Strangely, the previous shopkeeper never came back. Perhaps, ironically, he'd seen her coming.

[leanderqueenie]

Frank Zabra was in the led zeblins

[skymagpie]

This is literally that part of the comic where Darion is asking Zabra about his father and Zabra says that he is alive + when Darion breaks free from the Lich King command by his father appearing to him

[infosisraelnews]

Dix kilomètres de long : Tsahal un tunnel reliant le sud et le nord de la bande de Gaza

Tunnels de liaison : Les forces de la 162e division de la brigade Nahal, en coopération avec les forces de Yalam et les forces du génie, ont localisé et détruit un système de tunnels souterrains reliant le nord et le sud de la bande de Gaza. Le système est utilisé pour le mouvement des membres des différentes brigades de la bande de Gaza, notamment les bataillons Nizirat, Zabra et Zeyton. La…

[astrajinn]

Duel of the Fates part 2

At the same time this was happening, the soldiers ran through the palace corridors with Padmé and Astra heading the group. They were about to reach the stairs when a blaster shot came out of nowhere. Astra's reflexes were most useful as she activated her lightsaber just in time to deflect the shot and save the queen. Instantly, the group scattered among the pillars, and a group of droids emerged from the side halls, blocking their way. Everyone was firing, except the smallest one, who prevented the attacks from hitting anyone, especially the queen, who had a particular penchant for being in front of the firing line.

"We don't have time for this," complained Astra to the captain.

"Well, in that case, be creative and think of something, because I'm starting to get tired of this."

With that, she dismounted from her speeder in a second and, using Form IV, moved at sufficient speed to cut three droids that had come too close in half before returning to her initial position.

While this was happening, no one imagined that Anakin had his own problems. Since he couldn't deactivate the autopilot, the ship he was in left the atmosphere and headed to the droid control base, where Naboo pilots were fighting their own battle.

"Haya! Haya! The autopilot is taking us!" pointed the base, where some external explosions could be seen.

Naboo ships were being shot down by the defenses of the Federation base. The pilots on these could barely defend and dodge attacks thanks to the powerful deflection shield they used to protect themselves.

"R2, cancel the autopilot or they'll tear us apart," the boy requested, seeing his end quite near, so the droid obeyed the boy's wishes. "You did it, R2!" the child celebrated before taking control of the ship and starting to maneuver.

The droid beeped alarmed, asking the child to return, but he replied, "Return, Qui-Gon told me not to leave this cabin, and that's what I'm going to do." The droid complained again, this time resorting to mentioning Astra, but this only encouraged the child more. "Astra will be the best Jedi someday, but I will be the best pilot."

The child fled from the enemy ships as fast as he could, making turns that ended up dizzying him to avoid their shots. R2 focused on them and gave a pretty obvious report, even for the child.

"I know we're in trouble, hold on," he asked, accelerating.

Padmé fired, hitting another droid, but it was of no use, as more kept coming. Captain Panaka, tired of the situation, fired at the window on the other side of the hallway, disintegrating it, and gave the signal for everyone to run towards it. While Padmé and half a dozen soldiers left, Astra repelled the gunfire to let them cross, and the remaining men, along with the handmaidens, created a kind of wall of shots, providing the necessary protection to execute their plan.

"Young Jedi, keep going with the queen, we'll take care of it," one of the handmaidens requested.

"Good luck."

Having said that, she left with Padmé and the others, who were using the ascent system of their blasters to reach the upper ledge. Meanwhile, Astra was ready to hold them with the Force in case someone had the brilliant idea of falling into the void now that they were at least six floors up. The queen used her blaster to break the glass, and everyone entered the place to continue running towards the throne room.

In the power plant, the Jedi continued to fight the Sith, who seemed tireless, but they, on the other hand, were getting more and more tired. Obi-Wan was young, although he had strength and speed, he lacked combat experience, while Qui-Gon, who had experience, was nearing sixty years old, so he lacked the strength and endurance that youth provided. Seeing Obi-Wan stumble, the Sith took advantage and, with a powerful kick, threw him off the platform into the void below, where he fortunately managed to grab onto a lower bridge before falling. Qui-Gon did the same and also managed to knock down the Zabrak before launching himself after him to continue the fight one floor below.

By the time Obi-Wan managed to climb up, he saw his master fighting his opponent one floor above him and several meters ahead. Both entered a corridor filled with laser beams that would open and close periodically, with the younger one behind trying to reach them. Suddenly, the beams closed, leaving the padawan outside the corridor, the master trapped between two beams, and the Sith, like the Jedi, in the next set. He tested the strength of the barrier by hitting his weapon against it and, seeing that it wouldn't break, turned off his lightsaber and began walking from side to side. Meanwhile, Qui-Gon also deactivated his weapon and knelt halfway to the ground, meditating to focus on the battle that would take place once the lasers were deactivated.

When they were about to reach the throne room, a troop of droids and several droidekas surrounded them.

"Drop your weapons," Padmé ordered the soldiers and the Jedi. "They won this battle."

"The lightsaber is a Jedi's life, I can't let it go," muttered Astra, gritting her teeth.

"Trust me," she whispered, to which the girl, reluctantly, let it go along with the soldiers' weapons.

Meanwhile, Anakin couldn't avoid all the shots he was receiving, and R2 was quite upset about it.

"I'm sorry, R2," turning almost to the point of dizziness and entering the base hangar, where the ship ended up shutting down and falling to the ground. "It's not responding anymore, I can't stop it," the droid beeped without understanding. "The controls overheated," he saw the droids coming towards him. "This is serious."

He tried to start the ship and began checking the commands, but there wasn't much to do until they cooled down.

Obi-Wan went on guard when he noticed the movement in the beams, and Qui-Gon got up faster than a resource to defend himself from the Sith in front of him. The padawan ran in an attempt to reach his master, but he wasn't fast enough and got caught between the lasers. While the Zabrak and the Jedi faced each other with an even greater ferocity than a few moments ago. Blocking a double-bladed lightsaber wasn't easy, and at some point, the Sith managed to break through the Jedi's defense and pierced him with his weapon, leaving him lying on the floor in agony, while his padawan shouted in despair due to helplessness, cursing the moment his master advanced, leaving him behind and unable to help him face that enemy on his own.

Astra was stripped of her speeder and escorted on foot with the rest of the soldiers and the queen to the throne room, somewhat facilitating her main objective. The girl was thinking of ways to immobilize the droids. While it's true that her training was advanced for her age, she was still better with the lightsaber than with the use of the Force.

"Your insurrection is coming to an end, Your Highness," declared the viceroy. "It's time to sign the treaty and end this absurd debate in the Senate."

"Viceroy, your occupation is over," declared Sabe, arriving with the other soldiers and shooting at the droids, confusing those who didn't know about the change.

"After her, this is a decoy."

Most of the droids went after the group that offered themselves as bait, leaving the Viceroy practically unprotected. Padmé took advantage of the confusion, sat on her throne to open a compartment, from which she took two blasters, and handed one to Captain Panaka. They shot the few remaining droids nearby, and Astra crashed two against the pillars using the Force.

"Close the doors" ordered Panaka, while the soldiers picked up the weapons from the fallen droids.

"Now, Viceroy, we will discuss a new treaty."

Padmé was about to speak when a sharp cold came from Astra's throat before she fell to the ground, holding her side as if she had a terrible wound there.

"Astra" called Padmé, running to her side and starting to check her, noticing that she was extremely hot.

"I'll be fine, Padmé" she spoke with difficulty. "Stop this."

"Captain, attend to the girl" demanded.

Obi-Wan waited impatiently for the laser beams to open, and when they were about to happen, both the Jedi and the Sith ignited their sabers to begin the fight. The Sith was fast, faster than before, now that Qui-Gon wasn't there to anticipate his movements. However, Obi-Wan followed him easily, propelled by anger and the pain of seeing his master knocked down.

The Sith seemed to have no escape when, in an agile move, the padawan cut his weapon in half before giving him a kick that knocked him down. The younger one jumped, blocking a final attack but giving his opponent enough time to get up. Now, with a single-bladed lightsaber, they faced each other in a more even battle, where it was necessary to use short jumps and somersaults to dodge the attacks that came and went. Until the Sith, in a cunning move, used the Force to push the padawan into the pit behind them. To avoid a horrible fall, the young man let go of his saber and grabbed onto an iron crossbeam under the edge of the pit. The Zabrak threw the padawan's saber, which fell into the abyss without him being able to do anything about it, leaving him at the mercy of the dark side user.

"Yes! There's power now!" the boy celebrated, turning on the ship's shields and making it rise. "Take this!" he shot at the droids. "And this!" he pulled the lever, releasing two shots towards the reactor, causing an explosion. "Oops!"

"We're losing power. Something damaged the central reactor."

"Impossible, nothing can penetrate the shields."

"It's time to leave!" the child sang when he saw that the place was about to explode. "Now, this is a Pod racer!" he commented, accelerating amid R2's displeased beeps.

"What's happening? Are there explosions inside?"

"Who would do that?"

"It's ours," another pilot reported. "And it's leaving the loading area."

"Gujuu!" he cheered upon seeing that he had succeeded.

Obi-Wan started to sing. He would have to do something soon, or he would end up falling into the void just like his saber, but getting out of where he was was the least of his problems. Without a weapon to defend himself, it would be useless to set his feet on solid ground. He searched for an exit or a solution to his problem and saw his master's saber lying at his feet, where it had fallen after receiving the full force of his opponent's blow.

He pushed in a final attempt and, using the Force, summoned the weapon to his hand, taking the Sith by surprise, who couldn't defend himself for a while and received a mortal wound in his body. He was cut in half and fell into the pit where the padawan had been moments ago. Obi-Wan turned off the saber and ran to see Qui-Gon. Kneeling by his side, he cradled his head in his lap, cradling his face in his hands while the man softly murmured a last wish.

"It's too late now," he warned when he saw his intention to help.

"No," the Padawan refused to let go.

"Obi-Wan," he called calmly. "Promise me that you will train the boy, that you will take care of Astra," he asked, wiping the tear from his student's cheek with his fingers. "They are the chosen ones, they will bring balance."

"Master, I..."

"I love her, there are not enough stars in the galaxy or the universe," he whispered, closing his eyes and leaving this world in his student's arms.

The heat in Astra's body seemed to have disappeared, and now she was getting colder and paler. She was trembling violently, alarming those present, even the Viceroy who was talking to Padmé. At some point, she couldn't take it anymore and ordered the captain to watch him while she took charge of the girl.

"Astra, you're freezing," she panicked, feeling the coldness in her hands.

"I don't have much time," she murmured, tired, gritting her teeth in pain.

"Please, resist."

"Obi-Wan, he must train Ani, taking care of me is his task," she shouted, feeling tears running down her cheeks. "The chosen ones, they will bring balance."

"I don't understand. Chosen for what?" she tried to wipe her tears as she saw her mutter something incomprehensible before raising her voice a little.

"Let them give you an idea of how much I love you."

With this last phrase, the girl closed her eyes, fainting with a heartbeat and a breath so faint that they were almost impossible to perceive.

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Chut Chut Pateesa

Happy Life Day to everyone (although a little belated)! I hope you are enjoying these times as much as we are, spending time with your teachers and friends, and forging friendships that last a long time.

As you already know, the goal is to finish the posts before the Festival of Light, and considering that there are only two chapters left before the end of this book, plus the acknowledgments, I'm confident we can achieve it.

For those who are still unaware, I've opened a YouTube channel and an Instagram account. You can find me as Astra Jinn, and I appear with the same profile as on this account. I invite you to follow me (most likely, I'll dedicate myself to doing ASMR while writing the chapters of this story and sharing previews of future chapters). (You can also find me on Ao3). And that's it for now, my Padawans. Don't forget to vote and comment, remember to beware of the Sith, especially at this time of year, so that we don't lose the magic of these dates. And don't forget that "Jedi only use the Force for defense and knowledge, never for attack." May the Force be with you, companions.

[largepoundage]

Is Zabra one of those “seems badass and cool but is a bit of a loser” type characters?

Yeah a lil bit, she can still kick ass tho

[444names]

Names generated from American, French, German and Dutch forenames, excluding the letter "I"

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[the-firebird69]

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This is a problem is love crickets down here tons of them and so is being funny and brought them in here so we exterminate they come out and we know the nests are we hit him they're not hard to hit and not hard to get but birds try to eat them so he decided something we have to vacuum them out it's terrible it's terrible all day long just have to hire a ton of people it's a great job from warlock no these people vacuuming out there in the middle of nowhere this is terrible stuff I can't believe it so he says maybe our White pond stuff would work and all the stupid crickets would go there and eat each other too so I tried that and a few of them ate each other but most of them died from the poison the time this big glob and he just keep piling over to the stupid pond and trying to eat at it she made a real big one and one of our jobs has this circle around the pond 4 ft high of dead crickets so he vacuumed all of them up and it works it is so gross these bugs are everywhere this is a bugs to kill an army out here the zabras killed all sorts of bugs by the way and the ponds he said I'm in mortal danger there's so many damn bugs here I need you to put these fonts everywhere get rid of them all and try and find a nest to the left all over the place and all over Earth we need robots and stuff to do it we need it now so we're doing sensing it was sending robots and we're doing it all over the world and we found huge nests and were destroying them and a massive massive force is doing it and it's part of the security for us now and it would pleading for it we need to do it so these are worse than them they'd kill more people and so they're up and they're doing it it's disgusting it should be cleaned up pretty quick and see we need a maintenance program that is very aggressive and so we're going to do that and we need to get rid of these mosquitoes and then the birds might die and it won't be controlled and they'll start eating the lizards and so we said we have to leave some bugs and so we need to get rid of a certain percent and all the big ones and every battle area has the birds aren't there anyways so we went ahead and did that that's a good idea and abandoned areas to get rid of all the bugs there's no birds and we're working on it let me find Tommy f had a scheme for birds and he doesn't pay attention anything that's fine

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03.01.23 COLLECT JOÃO LIMA

04.01.23 COLLECT THE JOSH GRAIG

04.01.23 MUSICBOX ISAC ACE HORÁRIO: 00:00

Isac Ace é um produtor/DJ português conhecido por ter uma ampla e sofisticada escolha musical. Em Fevereiro de 2003 deu inicio à sua jornada como DJ Unite, ficando a partir de 2012 conhecido como Isac Ace. Apadrinhado pelo Mr. Cheeks fez parte desde cedo da família Supafly DJs.

Nos últimos 18 anos espalhou música em Lisboa bem como em outras capitais europeias tais como Amesterdão, Roterdão, Londres, Madrid e Bruxelas. Neste momento é o Dj oficial do rapper Tekilla e entre outros projectos contribuiu como produtor no álbum de estreia de Da Chick, pela Disco T.E.X.A.S. e é metade de Sweat & Smoke em conjunto com Guillaz, baterista da mítica banda Da Weasel.." No último ano lançou 3 EPs em nome próprio "No Hard Feeling", "Brighter Days" e "Remixes from the MPC era. disponíveis em todas as plataformas.

05.01.23 COLLECT JEFF LENNON

05.01.23 MUSICBOX ZABRA: JOÃO PEDRO FONSECA + NOURA + CARINCUR HORÁRIO: 00:00

É difícil desassociar a ZABRA das imersões extra-sensoriais e dos caminhos mais exploratórios face à sua grande ligação com a arte e a tecnologia. Neste formato, mais virado para o clubbing, é apresentado um fragmento desse imaginário sob a montagem de dj sets híbridos de Carincur, João Pedro Fonseca e Noura - desafiando a pista de dança a partir da sua desconstrução. Entre a música e as instalações visuais o espaço ganha uma outra forma num sentido mais performativo e de dimensões mais "plásticas", desafiando as fronteiras entre o material e o imaterial.

06.01.23 COLLECT ALEX VINENT

06.01.23 MUSICBOX SWITCHDANCE + MEIBI HORÁRIO: 00:00

SWITCHDANCE Nascido no início dos anos oitenta em Lisboa, Marco Antão é o homem por trás do nome Switchdance, que adaptou de uma manobra de skate. É DJ residente no Lux Frágil, um dos mais notáveis ??clubes noturnos da Europa, trazendo consigo uma perspectiva única e uma paleta musical diversificada com o objectivo final de desafiar o público. 

MEIBI  Há uma razão para termos ouvido falar muito de Meibi, que agora é um nome seguro da cena DJ de Lisboa. Depois de crescer enquanto uma criança tímida ligada à cena local, inicialmente fazendo parte de festas underground mas rapidamente desenvolvendo um público que se traduziu em múltiplas performances em venues maiores. O compromisso com a sua identidade e género são um ponto nuclear da sua persona. Cada vez mais capazes, crescem a um nível permanente, o que se materializa numa energia própria e uma ligação íntima com o público. Na mala de discos encontram-se frequências Electro, Acid, EBM e e goth techno. Tão crípticos e misteriosos como a sua imagem consegue ser, a experiência de pista de dança pode ser definida como imprevisível e uma suada jornada narrativa a ser relembrada.

06.01.23 LUX FRÁGIL DISCO: INÊS DUARTE PARANOID LONDON (Live) RUI VARGAS

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07.01.23 LUX FRÁGIL DISCO: TRUST TIAGO

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07.01.23 MUSICBOX PYRRAIT + NUNO LOPES HORÁRIO: 00:00

PYRRAIT Uma paixão desde criança, junta músicas que a fazem vibrar e que tem vontade de partilhar. Como viajante pelas culturas latino-americanas, Ásia e Austrália e deslumbrada pelos ritmos musicais do Médio Oriente, uniu a música electrónica aos sons mais tropicais, tribais e da floresta, misturando ondas de soul funky e old school nos seus sets.

NUNO LOPES Nuno Lopes é um dos mais reconhecidos rostos portugueses, um ator celebrado e justamente premiado com uma assinalável carreira internacional. Mas há uma pele que Nuno Lopes veste com um agrado especial, uma pele que lhe assenta com uma luva e para a qual não é necessária preparação ou sequer algum método especial de concentração, uma pele que não implica leitura de guiões, transformações físicas ou emocionais. E essa pele que desde 2006 Nuno Lopes tem amiúde vestido é a de DJ.

Integrou a dupla Lovely Bastards, com mad.mac, até 2013 e desde então tem-se apresentado de forma solitária em notáveis cabines nacionais, mas já levou a sua visão de dança muito mais longe: do Festival Paredes de Coura ao Lux e daí a inúmeros outros eventos e clubes onde a sua única preocupação é a agitação na pista de dança, a movimentação dos corpos e a energia que se desprende do sistema de som. E, para isso conta sempre a sua cuidada e eclética seleção de batidas eletrónicas de diversas cadências, do house mais deep ao techno mais clássico e daí até onde quer que a inspiração o possa levar já que, como aliás acontece nos ecrãs grandes e pequenos, o improviso é também fundamental nesta arte que dispensa guiões.

Nuno Lopes diz que não gosta de preparar sets com antecedência porque nunca sabe o que vai encontrar e que a energia de uma sala ou de uma plateia é fundamental para o seu trabalho como DJ. E uma coisa é certa para quem já o ouviu na condição de DJ: é que a energia que recebe da pista e devolvida e multiplicada, porque quando Nuno Lopes se entrega à música ele é não apenas um emissor, mas também o seu principal recetor: ele sabe divertir-se que nem gente grande quando a música está a tocar. E esse prazer distingue-o e garante sempre aplausos efusivos no final da noite.

08.01.23 MUSICBOX CIRCA PAPI HORÁRIO: 00:00

Circa Papi, o pseudónimo de Ronald Bravo Rómulo, “Mestre de Cerimónias” de raízes propriamente viradas ao old & new school Hip Hop & Rap, R&B soul, nunca esquecendo Afro Beat/Swing Amapiano, Baile, Grime, UK Funky House transita entre estes e mais outros géneros musicais sempre de forma cool, groovy e geralmente eclética, providenciando boas vibes para a plateia