A great disturbance in the Force, and other reactions.

[last_master]

[Millitimed to right after the big booms.]

The last time Obi-Wan felt anything like this, nearly two thousand million voices had just cried out in terror and immediately fallen silent. It's the purely physical component of the blast that actually knocks him out of his seat, but it wouldn't have been able to do but for the psychic clobbering.

Comments

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's reaction to the boom is a spate of cursing that isn't meant to be directed at Michael so much as at the Multiverse in general.

Hey, you'd swear too if you suddenly went incorporeal for an instant!

[md_donighal]

Michael might not be within a baseline's hearing range of the profanity, but he hears it just the same. "I think I'm needed elsewhere. Will you two be all right? I've never left you alone together before."

"I'll try not to fangirl too hard," Jennifer assures him with a sneaky grin.

"Fair enough." He takes off.

Not literally, the ceiling's a bit low for that, but he runs to Annabelle's side at a speed only mildly absurd. "Who or what happened?" he asks without preamble.

[aeons_crackshot]

"I think I was a ghost for about half a second there," Annabelle explains.

[md_donighal]

"...that bodes. I wasn't paying attention to that level of existence. Perhaps I should ask Master Kenobi if he noticed anything besides what hit him." He gets out his T-Phone, boots it up... and is somewhat nonplussed to get nothing. "Well, hell. Shall we go inquire in person?"

Strong Bad

[oldcountryuncle]

A small white terrier shakes himself off. "Ugh, I know," he says. "Just this once, I'd like to end up taking a vacation somewhere that DOESN'T almost kill me."

He takes a few good sniffs at the Cheat. "Geez, what breed are you? Some kind of mutant dog?"

Borgel's dog whose name the mun can't remember

[ilko_skevuld]

The dog-rat-type thing elevates its snout. "For your information," it explains haughtily, "I am a The Cheat. Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?"

Re: Borgel's dog whose name the mun can't remember

[oldcountryuncle]

"Sorry," Fafner says. "Haven't met a The Cheat before."

He leans his head toward an old bald man drinking a foul black stout. "See that old guy over there? That's my master right there. Borgel's his name. The snot-nosed fat kid next to him is his nephew."

OOC: Am operating on the assumption that dogs can speak The Cheat.

Re: Fafner, cont'd, making reasonable assumptions

[ilko_skevuld]

"Not surprised. We're a pretty rare breed, as species go."

The Cheat looks at the old guy. "He looks like a soft touch. So's my person; he just tries not to show it." He flaps an arm toward the wrestleman, who's working on a Cold One.