Whatever that was in that cantina on Rachuk, it wasn't food. With the food synthesizers malfunctioning on the Evasive Maneuvers and that...well, stuff on Rachuk, it's been impossible for Jaina to find a decent meal all afternoon ( Read more... )

Sitting at the bar, Mara Jade Skywalker stares at her cup of caf, dressed in a robe and fluffly slippers. Someone couldn't sleep again. He doesn't exsist.

And a little ways over, sits Inyri Forge, eating a peice of rhyscate carefully, while scribbling something out on a datapad.

And a little ways over from her, is a former holostar, one Baroness ( Read more... )

Anna Fitzgerald is at the bar, with her customary milkshake and dinner of something unhealthy. This time, it's a hamburger. And it tastes damned good. Good like first sip of water on a hot summer day. Or good like hot chocolate on a cold one. It's just really, really, really tasty.

Not too far away, in a booth, sits Syal Fel, who is quite ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Jaina gets a surprise visit from Syal, who comes bearing a rather ugly lovely lamp as a housewarming gift. Rated M for mothers-in-law really shouldn't show up unannounced.]

Let's up the number of Star Wars pups tonight with a Baroness.

She walks in, wearing a fur coat, hair done up in some ridiculous style. Apparently, the Imperials and the Chiss have very nice dinner parties when they want things.

She grabs a glass of wine and takes a seat in an armchair facing the big window.

The door opens and snow swirls in at the floor, followed by booted feet.

Which, are, of course, attatched to a woman. Who is quite bundled up for snow. 'Cause Csilla is cold.

She beams at the site of the bar, and quickly hurries up and orders a hot cup of tea.

Mmm tea

Re Entrance.

The fact that it's summer is something of an incongruity, but somehow, from where he was, Jack found he couldn't wait a moment longer.

Maybe it was that he'd visited. After that, the loneliness had seemed so absolute. Maybe it wasn't that, maybe it was just time ( Read more... )

You may not have seen her, but she's been around, muttering about puddles and wet socks. For now, Kaye's stretched out on a three-seater sofa near the unlit fire, peering at her hand with an artistic air ( Read more... )

Wedge storms into the bar, in full 'angry-general' mode.

He's just found out who Hallis Saper is, and what she has to do with this asine mission NRI has him doing.

This is a pilot in a serious need of a drink. Luckily, he's managed to come here instead of his quarters on board the Allegiance. There's better booze here, for one. There's also ( Read more... )

The door slides open, and a thin, petite woman in all black steps through, her hair pulled back severely, her hands shaking. It's been some years since Syal has come in the door, at least for her. She blinks, looking around warily as she realises where she is, and then quickly takes a seat, resting her head on one shaking hand ( Read more... )