After that first trip here, Jaina Solo could have sworn it was just a bad dream.

Until the bar suddenly appears in place of her quarters in the Jedi Temple. She sighs and shakes her head, looking mildly irritated.

Might as well make the best of it and explore.

There is a college student in Bar, diligently working on school projects.

No, really. Honest.

Okay, fine. There's a college student stretched across one of the couches, eyes closed and breathing almost even.

His homework is on the coffee table in front of said couch, along with a plate of chili fries and a glass of soda.

Probably botherable.

Lately, Jedi Jaina Solo hasn't been too fond of tapcafs. It's become impossible for any Jedi to walk inside of one without getting worried looks from the patrons or predatory looks from reporters, both groups just waiting for an incident to happen. Of course, it doesn't help that being Jaina Solo attracts those kriffing journalists for a whole ( Read more... )

The door opens before River; she doesn't touch the handle, nor push. (On Serenity's side, this doorway is an open arch between hall and kitchen, the sliding doors recessed into the wall as they nearly always are.) Her fingers drift over the doorframe, the smooth sudden transition between metal and hardwood, as she steps through ( Read more... )

[OOMs: Jaina has some news for Jag. They call both sets of parents to share the joy, but when the happy couple tries to get to Milliways... they can't.

So they comm Tahiri and Zekk, who end up racing down the corridors of the Jedi Academy in the middle of the night only to find out that this problem can't be fixed.]

[ooc: bye bye jedi (and pilot) ( Read more... )

It's been...well, it's been a long time since Jaina was last in the bar. Weeks, months. Definately not years. But a long time.

She hadn't meant to come here today - she was supposed to be out making a cargo run to Ansion - but for the fourth day in a row, Jaina had woken up feeling sick. That vaping Dantari flu or whatever it was going around ( Read more... )

Revan. Booth. Whiskey.

Botherable.

You know that table? The one in the middle with a green ink stain? Well, at the moment, it's occupied by an empath with a pile of papers, and a small datapad, which she seems to be pouring over quite carefully. However, she's more than happy to talk to anyone who comes her way.

Ray got to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade today ( Read more... )

There is a five year old future Jedi currently sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Bar. Her multitool is out, and she may be currently trying to figure out how to dismantle Bar.

There's no such thing as magic, after all. So it has to work somehow.

It looks like Wes lost one of his charges.