Even Jedi sometimes have nothing better to do on a weekend than housecleaning, housedroid or not. Although, in Jaina's case, it was finally getting to those last two boxes sitting in the shrimp farm from when she and Jag moved in months ago ( Read more... )

As much as Jaina loves her father, she's never exactly been one to listen when he tells her not to do something. Running away from Threepio as a kid, sneaking off to visit Zekk as a teen. And paying off a part of his tab now, even though she knows Han doesn't want her too ( Read more... )

Near the door, a hole briefly appears in the ceiling, and a brass pole suddenly materializes.

SCREEEK thunk.

Ray hops to his feet- he doesn't always stick the dismount much though he'd like to- and pats the pole, which promptly vanishes. The ceiling seals up.

"Lunchtime," Ray says cheerfully to no one in particular.

Ray came in from work in New York City some time ago. It's been busy lately, and he needed to relax. Possibly this explains why he's settled at a wide, well-lit table, busily stitching a Ghostbusters patch onto the sleeve of a rather boggled-looking stuffed Ewok's Jedi robes ( Read more... )

Just occasionally, Ray has a few moments free back home that aren't taken up with slime, or research, or martial practice, or his daughter, or his dog, or weird people on the front doorstep, or or his nephews, or his fiancee. And just occasionally, he opts to spend those times here ( Read more... )

OOM: Waking up

Roshaun and Dairine walk down the stairs together, in mid-discussion.

He's every inch a king, as usual and to Dairine's irritation.

Tag either or both.

Tycho is in the bar.

With scissors. And construction paper, and glue. Oh yes, glorious glue. And glitter.

He might be grinning evilly as he puts glue drops on the Ewok that's on his table, and sprinkles glitter on it.

Oh he's so evil!!

[Upstairs, Sally mends the flight suit of a little Ewok and bonds over being stuffedSally comes downstairs with a bag slung over her shoulder. It is dark blue with embroidered yellow planes on it and it's about the size of an average purse. She has a stuffed Ewok in the crook of her other arm and is humming softly. She pats Bar and asks for some ( Read more... )

Clive was in the bar once again, and once more almost completely gothed up, lipstick, bodice, collar and all ( Read more... )

Death has a stuffed Ewok.

Death doesn't even kow what an Ewok is

Death and the Ewok are sitting at the bar (or on the Bar in the case of Kettch), looking at each other steadily, lokoing for all the world like two people caught in that awkward silence when no one knows what to say.