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[river_meimei]

Standing on your feet on the floor: that's one perspective of the room. Sitting down is another, subtly different. From a thousand different spots, of course, each with its own view

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[unique_moments]

By her walks Samantha Largeman, a baby in her arms as she tries to comfort the wiggly crying one. Sam looks about to fall asleep as she walks. Mmph.

[river_meimei]

"It's the original substitution," River informs her from a foot or so above head level. "Predating."

Beat.

"Don't hit the wall."

[unique_moments]

Sam blinks and looks up at her. "The original substitution for what?" She asks curiously, shifting the baby in her arms, waving the little Ewok in front of him again.

Yeah. Not liking that.

[river_meimei]

Absently, "Teddy bears."

It's directed to the baby.

Glancing back at Sam, she adds seriously, "He's very grumpy today."

Sam, the narration is sure, has noticed this fact.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks at her from a rather inconsiderable distance.

Possibly a nearby table, more than likely a very nearby table.

They are oddly comfortable, on occasion.

"You have been well, I am hoping?"

[river_meimei]

River turns her head after a moment to look at Raven.

Well. More or less at him.

Seriously, "Are you?"

[creator_raven]

"Possibly as well as ever."

He grins, head tilted.

"It is not so bad a thing, that."

[river_meimei]

River smiles after a pause, just slightly.

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy hums quietly to himself, making his way from the bar to a booth, nose in a book (The book, if one is being specific) and a cup of coffee balanced in his other hand. He sets the mug down on the table and takes a seat in the booth, lifting his wide-brimmed hat off his head and setting it on the table. He glances up as he does so, just to be sure that he doesn't drop his hat in the coffee, and it's then that he realizes that this booth was already occupied. By someone he remembers, no less.

He looks up and over at her, stretched out across the back of the other side of the booth as she is, and he blinks behind the glasses. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

[river_meimei]

"I'm invisible," River confides, with a conspiratorial half-grin.

...She's really not. Too much pink in her outfit for that.

[cheerychaplain]

She's talking and smiling! Already, this is an improvement over the last time they met, he thinks. He immediately smiles in return, chuckling a little, and he nods firmly. "Of course you are. My mistake!"

[river_meimei]

"Not today."

[rogue_wraith]

There is a man, at a nearby table, humming what is actually a rather bloodthirsty little ditty under his breath as he pokes holoprojections of tiny one-man snubfighters around with a stylet. He's attempting to re-enact the battle of Bakura, but with less losses on the Rebellion side.

So far, he's managed to lose to the Ssi-ruk twice, and one once... with only one ship surviving.

It's possible he's using... less tried and true methods of strategy here. After all, better to practice on the holos than on friends.

[river_meimei]

River spends a little while occupied with keeping an eye on an empty rafter, but after a while the holographs catch her attention.

Interested, she transfers her stare to them instead.

[rogue_wraith]

They freeze in space for a moment while Wedge reconsiders his options, and switches a few positions. Boxy TIES and sleek X-wings are tangling with odd, triangular ships with no percievable 'front'. Seemingly satisfied with the new arrangement, he taps a button at the base of the projector.

A few minutes later, one of the X-wings goes up in flames.

"Well. Dead again." He sighs, shaking his head. He's come to the conclusion that it is a small miracle that he survived Bakura. Must have been some lucky juice in that bacta he got dunked in just before the mission.

The ships suddenly start flying in reverse, ships appearing out of fireballs and seperating into their respective fleets. He's determined to figure this one out.

[river_meimei]

"You're still fighting," River tells the ships, softly.

Wedge might be able to hear, though.

[dragonofgrey]

There were the grey eyes of a white fox peering up at her curiously.

[river_meimei]

River peers back.

Less curious, and more scrutinizing. Maybe suspicious, even; it's hard to be sure, because River's eye contact is never quite normal anyway.

[dragonofgrey]

The fox seemed a bit tense at that. Tentative sniffs forward, and slight padding over. Only a few steps though. Cautious.

[river_meimei]

River frowns at the air over his back.

"Wrong," she says, low. It's hard to say who she's talking to, exactly. Maybe herself, or maybe not.