[ OOM: It's A Mad World. Kira dreams a weird dream and even though she rights the point down, she won't remember it in the morning.

And that's how it should be.]

The Exile is slumped in an armchair, fiddling with her hair. There's a glass of orange juice (not that she knows what it is) beside her on the end table. Last night was all a sort of a blur, and she woke up with a horrible taste in her mouth and Revan next to her. She'd slipped out quietly before he'd woken up, grabbed the vodka bottle she left in ( Read more... )

[OOMs: Back in his galaxy, Revan loses someone to Malak in the final moments aboard the Leviathan and has to keep going, which turns out to be easy when playing the gunner. Eventually, when escaping has been said and done, he has to face the crew of the Ebon Hawk and tell them what happened on the Leviathan; some react better than others and some ( Read more... )

There's a pilot at the Bar. He has a chocolate milkshake.

Because all the cool big bad fighter pilots drink chocolate milkshakes.

He also has a plate of Oreos, but he's not really eating any; they might be to share, or they might just be for show. Can't have Wes Janson without Oreos, after all.

(It's probably both, though.)

How do you know a Jedi is bored? Or at least: this particular one ( Read more... )

Kira's in the bar. At a booth to be specific, with a glass of an odd orange fizzy drink that she's eyeing warily, a datapad forgotten at her hand.

Botherable

Mun is resolutely ignoring her annoying brothers and the fact she doesn't have enough art notes to pass an exam. Thus: Kira Isek is sitting at a booth, stacking cookies on top of one another.

So far, it's a little castle.

Botherable.

Atton had been expecting to be turned back as soon as Halloween had passed. He wasn't, resulting in a very bad-tempered hare chewing lettuce on the table of a booth.

Bar's timing is, it seems, impeccable, as with a pop Atton's returned to humanity, lettuce hanging out of his mouth, eyebrow raised.

It takes a moment for him to realise and spit it

[ Conversations with Dead People: a second one for Kira. She talks to a mother she never knew.]

Jedi at the Bar, hand wrapped around a bottle of juma juice, eyeing it warily.

Still in slave costume yes.

She's given up on covering up.