[When Bethany turns on her datapad, she's frowning. And looking a little pale. After having a connection to the Fade or the Force or whatever for as long as she can remember, waking up without it out of nowhere is more than a little unsettling. Especially with things being the way they are right now - this is one of those times when magic would be ( Read more... )

[Bethany still looks a little sleepy and disoriented when she clicks the video feed on. She stifles a yawn and smiles into the camera a little sheepishly.]I really shouldn't be surprised, hm? Marian, then Carver, and now myself -- just like clockwork. If I didn't know any better, I'd wonder if Revan particularly likes my family. Or dislikes us, for ( Read more... )

Carver!

[Bethany's datapad clicks on and starts up a video feed when she drops it. Displayed at an awkward angle is Carver, peaceful and still, looking like he's settled down for a nice nap. On the floor ( Read more... )

[Bethany's datapad clicks on suddenly and without her knowledge. Her face is scrunched up in quiet concentration as she works, and it's clear that she's caught up in her own little world. She's practicing the craft Lily taught her: making trinkets to sell to the wealthy inhabitants of Coruscant. Her own pendants, some of which can be seen floating ( Read more... )

[The video flicks on to display a face we haven't seen in a while -- Bethany's, that is. The last time we heard from her, she and her sister had been investigating one of the locations of the recent bombings... and she herself had become a victim of said incident ( Read more... )

[This image of Bethany on your datapad appears to be shaking a little -- her hands are trembling, and she looks slightly disturbed. She's not sure if this is better or worse than dragons and darkspawn.]

I came here expecting dragons, not these... things. Trouble really does follow you around, doesn't it, sister? Rather like a lost puppy.

[She ( Read more... )

[For several moments, there are no words. Only silence, while Bethany -- currently wrapped up in sheets because oh Maker where are my clothes -- stares intently into the camera, as if debating whether or not the thing in her hand is going to... bite her or something.]

Maker's breath, this is...

[The datapad flicks off, then quickly back on.]... ( Read more... )