He just looked away for a second.Anakin had never been more relieved to see the lobby of the Inn. Obi-Wan was hurt badly and he needed help. What better place to get it than the Inn ( Read more... )

It's been a good day. Obi-Wan actually admitted he had done something right, he had gotten a message from Padme, and they'd destroyed an entire Separatist battle group in one fight. He'd personally taken out twenty droid fighters and a fighter carrier. Coming into the Inn was the icing on the cake.

[Out of Inn: Anakin visits Hogwarts]

The stakeout was finally over and they were on a Republic ship to the next problem sector. Anakin wasn't sure whether to be happy they were heading somewhere with more action or to he frustrated at the thought of another month without Padme.

He headed to the galley. Maybe food would distract him.

The Inn worked just as well.

A seventeen-going-on-eighteen-year-old wandered in some time ago, and is now conscientiously sitting on a couch completing a Defence Against the Dark Arts essay so that he'll be free to talk to people tonight. He's very nearly done, as he's just scribbling the last few footnotes now, so anyone who wants to come talk to him is welcome to do so.

[ Out-of-Inn]

Anakin came looking for the Inn this time and when he walked in, he smiled. The plate of fried tubers and the mug of gurin beer that was waiting on one of the restuarant's tables made him smile wider. He could get used to this.

There's a slightly pissed Jedi standing next to the bar. A glass of Whyren's Reserve is on the bar next to him.

The door opens, and a young teenager with dirty blond hair stumbles in. He's carrying an overloaded bookbag in his left hand, a black robe over his left arm, and a wand in his right hand. He only just stops himself from falling, then takes a look around the inn. A long look. A moment later, he's glaring at the corners of the room with great ( Read more... )

When you're looking for a place to hide from your abusive, alcoholic mother, an inn that exists outside of reality is a Godsend.

The girl who just stumbled into the Inn, disheveled, dirty, scared and smelling of beer, looks nothing short of relieved when she realizes where she is.

It's a rough life outside the Inn.

The inn is calm tonight, a gentle breeze blowing out back. A small fire is in the grate, the restauraunt is open, with appetizing smells wafting from it, and behind the vast wooden desk is a man. He is alternately munching a fruit and reading something on a small datapad.

Welcome to the Outside Inn. We hope your stay is comfortable.

[ooc: And ( Read more... )