BACKDATED TO WEDS MORNING.
Who: Leia Organa, Jace Beleren
What: Breakfast! They've been trying to sit down and have a discussion meal but shit keeps happening.
When: Wednesday morning, early o'clock (something close to 6 or 7 am)
Where: The dining hall, in a corner for privacy.
Warnings: None? Maybe mention of death. Into the Woods reference. Lololol.
Leia worried that perhaps the worst waited for her in the dining hall; planning dinner had brought a bomb and a port, and lunch had taken Scotty from the Barge. He was one of the few people that the ambassador had come to be friends with. One of the others was Jace, who she now prepared herself to meet, after such a long period of trying to plan to have a formal dinner. But, she would take what she could get at this point, considering how many things had come to stand in their way since then; she knew that opportunity was not a lengthy visitor.
With a hand on the railing, Leia climbed the stairs to the dining hall, freshly showered and hair in something of a relaxed style, as it was wrapped in a tidy bun. However, her posture spoke differently; she moved rigidly, a mix of both nerves and a fierce desire to stay upright and not allow vertigo to pull her down. Nonetheless, she waited, hand on a table to help keep her balance.
What: Breakfast! They've been trying to sit down and have a discussion meal but shit keeps happening.
When: Wednesday morning, early o'clock (something close to 6 or 7 am)
Where: The dining hall, in a corner for privacy.
Warnings: None? Maybe mention of death. Into the Woods reference. Lololol.
Leia worried that perhaps the worst waited for her in the dining hall; planning dinner had brought a bomb and a port, and lunch had taken Scotty from the Barge. He was one of the few people that the ambassador had come to be friends with. One of the others was Jace, who she now prepared herself to meet, after such a long period of trying to plan to have a formal dinner. But, she would take what she could get at this point, considering how many things had come to stand in their way since then; she knew that opportunity was not a lengthy visitor.
With a hand on the railing, Leia climbed the stairs to the dining hall, freshly showered and hair in something of a relaxed style, as it was wrapped in a tidy bun. However, her posture spoke differently; she moved rigidly, a mix of both nerves and a fierce desire to stay upright and not allow vertigo to pull her down. Nonetheless, she waited, hand on a table to help keep her balance.