The door... doesn't open. He just sort of... appears. Blinking.

"Aw, kriff. I'm dead, aren't I?"

He looks around. "Well... if I'm dead..." Shrug. "I envisioned a lot worse afterlife for myself. Must be the reward for my superior intellect."

He strolls over to the Bar, as haughty as one dares get when you're... y'know... deceased. "Bar! Been ( Read more... )

It's a little later when she comes back down, a yipping puppy in her arms and a duffel flung over her shoulder and a stack of notes in her hand ( Read more... )

Inyri's outside, wearing a sweater, seemingly oblivious to how cold it is out there.

There'd be a reason for the fact she can't feel it, and for the fact her hands won't stop shaking slightly ( Read more... )

[[This? Is a mun remembering that he has pups not named Corran ( Read more... )

It's been a while since this particular unscarred face (hahaha hahaha ... er) was seen in the bar. But here he is, wandering through the front door as aimlessly as if he's just killing time between missions with nothing else to do.

That's because he is.

Milliways, howeer, makes him beam.

Rogue Squadron has just arrived on the base. Face is hopping with desperate energy - he knows their Inyri won't know him from a bar of synthsoap, he knows it'll be hell to sit through a briefing across the room from her - but he'll see her. He'll see her ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Pretty. What do we blow up first? Life continues outside the Bar. Alternatively titled "Weaves Misses Playing Face And Wants Her Internets Back, Dammit."]

[OOM: This is a compulsory dance. Face returns to Wraith Squadron after eight months in Milliways, and misses Inyri a lot, and also gets shot. Covers up to the end of Iron Fist.]

Inyri's in a booth, poking at some toast (silly Earth foods) and pushing Wyn the puppy (who really isn't a puppy anymore....but logistics) off her foot as she insists on sitting on it.

Pokey?

Is that...?

Nah, couldn't be.

You'd never see a Corellian Jedi just sitting at a booth, spinning his lightsaber until it slows down, then spinning it again. They've got too much work to do to be that bored, right?

...Right, Corran?

Ugh, someone go distract him.