Mara Jade Skywalker's in the bar, a glass of water in her hands, looking tired and severely overheated.

And over in that table over there, is Samantha Largeman, reading What to Expect When You're Expecting and drinking some juice!

[two pups. tag and specify or i shall guess!]

[OOM: Kyle finally gets up off her ass and starts moving Mara through canon.]

Mara comes storming through the door, and grabs a booth.

A proceeds to start glaring.

[ooc: mun in and out. tag and will get back to you]

So a Corellian pilot walks into a bar...

Corran walks over to Bar in a cheerful, dare we say, mischeivous mood. Ordering up a firewhiskey, he also receives a note. Upon reading it, his grin shrinks noticeably, and that air of mischief vanishes like a puff of smoke. The bar breathes a collective sigh of relief.

Corran pens his response, then ( 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... )

Mara Jade-Skywalker is a-wandering the bar, a note in her hand, still dressed up for dinner at Leia and Han's, which finally just ended.

The tension between the Jedi and Han Solo was so thick, she could have sliced it with a dull vibroblade.

She wearily sits down, and sighs, pushing hair out of her face. Bah. Family.

"Luke, just wear what you usually wear!" a voice calls out as the door opens. In steps Mara Jade Skywalker, putting on earrings and trying to fasten shoes all at the same time. She turns to reply to the answering call ("but you hate it when I wear black!" said in a whine, of course), but stops as she shuts the door ( Read more... )

[OOM: Mara Jade Skywalker places a call to Csilla to talk with her neice. There they joke about Zekk, Han trying to kill Jag, and really bad housewarming gifts. Rated S for sweet and T for teasing about the awesome weather Ossus is having. HAH!]

[ OOM: He Doesn't Exist. {spoilers for Legacy of the Force: Betrayl}]

The door opens and one Jedi Master steps through, hair an unruly mess from sleep, in not much but a nightshift and simple robe, her feet bare. She yawns, blinks at the sudden light and sighs, shuffling towards an armchair.

Mmf. Something soft.

Bahah! The door! It's back!

That's what Mara's thoughts would be like if she were a perky person. Really, she's just like 'yay!'

So she's finishing off her cup of caff...and as soon as that's done, she's gone.

So talk while you can.

Small boy count in the bar: n+1.

Ben's just in from training with Jacen, which is a bit more tiring than a regular day at the Academy (because Academy stuff's easy, he'll tell you that any day, that's why he hardly even goes). So he's not quite as hyper as usual, and is content to just sit in a booth with a milkshake, leaning back against the seat ( Read more... )