[Catty frowns slightly as she props the datapad up. She's pulling her hair back into a ponytail, slightly distracted.]

A year. It's... Been a whole year since I was brought to this place. It's kind of crazy, when you think about it. I've watched a planet bombed and destroyed, seen Revan's version of swift justice, suffered at the hands of the ( Read more... )

So.

I know I'm not your family or from your galaxy or anything.

But I know that he's Darth Vader. Or he will be. [She's clearly referring to Anakin Skywalker here, but she's sort of unsure how to say this.]

Should we... Not say anything? How does this even work?

[Ping! Yeah, that is the sound of the draft notice. And Catty's name is on the list. Her face is blank at first as she reads it over before a slight smirk twists her lips. She doesn't look happy, but it isn't like she's all that mad about it.

It sucks.

But whatever.]

Looks like I'm going to war, guys.

So... Since the employees down at my shop keep dropping like flies... [yeah, hi, Stefan] Jack and I are hiring.

Again.

Anybody need a job? The pay is good, the location isn't exactly dangerous, and our clientele... Well you're better off not asking them what they do for a living. [Catty grins and spreads her hands out as she shrugs. What can you do, ( Read more... )

[From the sounds in the background, it's obvious that Catty is outside. Her voice cycles from being loud and up close to being distant and almost hard to hear as she paces along the edge of the apartment roof.]

These weird comas are almost like an affliction at this point. It'd just be better if Revan took their bodies. [She sounds calm enough as ( Read more... )

[There's a contemplative look on Catty's face when she turns the feed on. She's alone on the beach at the moment, datapad resting on her knees. And yeah. She's wearing a bikini. :'| Enjoy the view, and a few of the scars from the torture.

Even though she has the feed on, she doesn't say anything at first, just sort of stares off at the water.

It ( Read more... )

[Catty is currently sitting on a counter, licking a spoon clean of batter. Her tone is light and teasing when she speaks.]

So, is it just me, or did reading minds just become suddenly easier~? [A short pause as she taps the spoon against her lip.] Must suck for people who don't want certain thoughts to be exposed, though.

Oh, right. There was an ( Read more... )

[It takes a long time for Catty to decide whether she wanted to do this in voice or video, mostly because she's only just now beginning to heal and looking a hot mess, but in the end, her stubbornness on insisting that she's just fine and her unwillingness to bend on making people worry about her wins out.

She isn't going to hide from what happened ( Read more... )

[The video feed turns on without the two prisoners in the nearly-bare room being aware of it. There are two cells, where the two are currently being kept, and what looks like a medical table in the middle of the room.

If you look closely enough, you can see that the prisoners are one Catty Turner and one Altaïr ibn-La'ahad, both barely clothed, ( Read more... )

[Heeey, look there at that super healthy face. Okay, maybe not super healthy, there are still dark circles under her eyes, and she's still pretty pale, but whether that's because of the plague or Sith training, well.]

I can't stay long, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. [She smiles, brushing some sand off her uniform.] Let Jacen ( Read more... )