The door opens before River; she doesn't touch the handle, nor push. (On Serenity's side, this doorway is an open arch between hall and kitchen, the sliding doors recessed into the wall as they nearly always are.) Her fingers drift over the doorframe, the smooth sudden transition between metal and hardwood, as she steps through ( Read more... )

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It's a thoughtful Ben that enters the Bar from Lorrd, letting the door close on a bustling hangar behind him. Thoughtful, a little proud of himself and, at the same time, mentally scolding himself for being proud ( Read more... )

Mara's in the bar, with a glass of something light blue and alcoholic, in the corner of the bar.

Woo.

[ooc: mun susceptible to disappearing, 'cause...NYC youse guys.]

[OOM: Two old enemies cross paths upstairs, even if one is not nearly as old as the other.]

Mara Jade in the bar, staring at a glass of wine in front of her, and sometimes at the wall where the door should be.

Only it's not.

And her wine's not very interesting anymore.

Redhead girl in a bar.

She's not new, just a lot...younger. She's even been here before at this age...just not recently.

And she barely remembers it.

But she's there. And staring at the wall with a glare. There used to be a door there.

And no, levelling her blaster at it cannot be a good idea.

Door opens.

Mara...falls through it. Wearing a flightsuit. It's quite a graceful fall, but a fall nonetheless.

"Nnngh." She mutters as she rolls over. This isn't Thracken's palace. Or Corellia at all for that matter.

So...Jedi Master onna floor. Have at.

[OOM: Luke & Mara talk, then get ready to kick ass.]

The door opens and a Mara Jade Skywalker, clad in a flightsuit, her helmet dangling from her fingers, red hair strewn over her face. "Huh."

This is a place she wasn't expecting in her snubfighter!