(o12)(video) ♐ sinking like a siren that can't swim anymore
[ Buffy is wearing beachwear as if it's the middle of summer. Which, on Mon Cal, it is. I just decided that. You're welcome. She's got sunglasses and bikini top straps hanging out of her tanktop. She's got a bag slung over her shoulder and is working on getting people checked in at the hotel on one of the Hakawa Islands. The towns are small and the islands are pretty tropical, which is awesome. Very vacate-y. Star Wars EU canon says nothing on these islands so I just decided all of this. You're welcome, George Lucas. ]
This just in: space travel. Not as instant as the movies make it seem. It's like road trip hell took uppers. On the bright side, if every planet in this system looks like Mon Cal does, I'm wondering why more people don't get off Coruscant for good.
I mean, in theory, we're all just on one big intermission-y vacation from our lives, right? We're in outer space for possibly the only time in most of our lives. I think that calls for seeing what all these other planets have to offer. Get the intergalactic experience. There should be a safari. Or, uh, tour bus. Maybe one of those big red ones with the open decks.
Anyway. Mon Cali types; all those who don't subscribe to the plan of leaving ship drama on the ship can do me a favor and dodge me while I remember what tanning and personal space feel like. In the absence of team-building, official-type seminars, I'm calling beach day. [ She takes some keycards from the desk she's in front of and turns to a group of people that's only half visible on-screen; team free scoobies types, mostly. ]
Annnnd we've got glorious, uncramped check-in. No more ship-living. [ To the datapad, she adds. ] Jacen, if you need my help on anything Order-related, we're set up here. Just let me know. I'll send you the hotel's address too, 'cause I think most of us are staying here for the week. [ She pulls her sunglasses off the top of her head and puts them back over her eyes. As she turns off the datapad, she adds in a panick-y tone. ] -- Dawn, you remembered to lock up the apartment when we were leaving, right? [ Because arrival is the right time to realize this. ]
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This just in: space travel. Not as instant as the movies make it seem. It's like road trip hell took uppers. On the bright side, if every planet in this system looks like Mon Cal does, I'm wondering why more people don't get off Coruscant for good.
I mean, in theory, we're all just on one big intermission-y vacation from our lives, right? We're in outer space for possibly the only time in most of our lives. I think that calls for seeing what all these other planets have to offer. Get the intergalactic experience. There should be a safari. Or, uh, tour bus. Maybe one of those big red ones with the open decks.
Anyway. Mon Cali types; all those who don't subscribe to the plan of leaving ship drama on the ship can do me a favor and dodge me while I remember what tanning and personal space feel like. In the absence of team-building, official-type seminars, I'm calling beach day. [ She takes some keycards from the desk she's in front of and turns to a group of people that's only half visible on-screen; team free scoobies types, mostly. ]
Annnnd we've got glorious, uncramped check-in. No more ship-living. [ To the datapad, she adds. ] Jacen, if you need my help on anything Order-related, we're set up here. Just let me know. I'll send you the hotel's address too, 'cause I think most of us are staying here for the week. [ She pulls her sunglasses off the top of her head and puts them back over her eyes. As she turns off the datapad, she adds in a panick-y tone. ] -- Dawn, you remembered to lock up the apartment when we were leaving, right? [ Because arrival is the right time to realize this. ]
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