Teta (Revan), KotOR, Barplace and Gordon Freeman, Half-Life, Anywhere at all

[mm_anomalous]

[[OOC: Double EP! Tell me who you're tagging, and for Gordon, I have NO idea where to put him. I'm thinking about putting him in Paradisa or possibly even di_namaste, but other than that, just go off where you want your pup to be!]]

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[hidden_jedi]

Kale looks up at the entrance and would find it very amusing to meet Revan -Teta- as he knows a male version of her. He, for Revan's knowledge, feels exactly like the Jedi Exile does in the Force. Which not there at all. Having lived with a Revan and an Exile he recognizes her technology. In a friendly manner he gives her a nod and a smile.

[andyetyouare]

Teta reaches out with the Force, and feels... nothing. She hasn't met the Exile--she knew her as Kira, her friend and her general--and so it's a very obvious shock.

"What?... how?"

[hidden_jedi]

"I would be able to answer those, if I knew exactly what you're talking about," he says politely.

[andyetyouare]

"You," she says simply, drawing back in on herself. "You... hurt. You're not there."

[mm_cam]

"Hm. Interesting choice of armor, sir," comes a voice from up in the rafters. The Prince has found that there are days when things familiar grate upon his nerves, and Persia and India alike simply won't do at all. And why not the rafters? They're as simple to reach for him as anywhere else in the place. "Although I should say, you do look lost."

[mm_anomalous]

Gordon blinks once, twice, and then takes off his glasses, reaching down to--

--right. HEV suit. No shirttails.

The glasses go back on, and he just settles for giving the other man a look that clearly says that his supposition is more or less self-evident. In other words: duh.

[mm_cam]

The Prince chuckles. "A moment, if you please," he says. Without waiting for an answer, he pivots lightly to a handstand, pushes off with his fingertips, and somersaults to the ground. Brushing off a little theatrically he notes, "Your pardon for the dust. As fond as I am of alternate perspectives, I don't think the servants take much time to clean up there on their own initiative."

[mm_anomalous]

Gordon watches with the sort of scientific interest that makes it clear he's sizing the man up based on the arc and speed of his descent (he really can't help it), and he nods at the apology. But servants... he looks around. He doesn't see any servants. Maybe this man is crazy?

[notallwho]

Laura is sprawled on a couch; in theory she is reading the Shahrivar interview in the new Lassiter's Guide. In practice she is...

sprawled on a couch, half-asleep, the thick magazine folded open on her chest.

She's wearing jean cut-offs and a white men's shirt, indifferently buttoned, with a red tank top underneath. If the shirt was buttoned up it would be a dress anyway; the shirttail comes halfway to her knees.

Her guitar case is nearby, and has a new sticker, in addition to the I'M NOT A PRODUCT IN THE MUSIC BUSINESS / I'M A MUSICIAN IN THE T-SHIRT BUSINESS one; it's round, and features Aleph-null in the scribbly stylization usually found in the A of the anarchy symbol.

[andyetyouare]

Teta walks over to her, and moves to lean over the arm of the couch so that she can kiss Laura on the forehead.

[notallwho]

Laura is aware of someone approaching long before it can happen, of course, but a flickering glance reveals that pretending not to be will net her one kiss on the forehead, so. Her eyes flutter open dramatically, and she smiles.

Then she yawns and stretches, sitting up. The magazine tumbles into her lap. "Hey, foxy lady."

[andyetyouare]

"Hey yourself," Teta answers a little shyly, hopping around so she slides next to Laura. "Heavy reading, I take it?"

[findaconstant]

[So I will probably tag this at some point but NAMASTE COME ON YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!]

[mm_anomalous]

[[OKAY! I'm only vaguely conversant in LOST, but it seems like something my Gordon could fit into? Maybe?]]

[findaconstant]

[DEFINITELY! You don't need to know a thing about Lost to join. :3]