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Val's in the bar, at a table, with papers strewn around her in about four character sets and only Force knows how many languages. Three universes, even. Feel free to boggle. She might even give you a language lesson.

[ooc: Mun having emotional problems again. Please do tag, but know slowtime might be possible in event of total breakdown.]

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"Hey, Val," Ray says, coming away from the Bar with a glass of his green stuff. "How's it going?"

Looking up at Ray, Val grins and starts in, speaking in a rather gutteral language. [Ray! I haven't seen you in...] She pauses, and blinks. "Crap, sorry. Thinking in Huttese at the moment. How're you doing? Have a seat."

Ray blinks, sitting down. "Am I supposed to answer you in Sumerian? And hi, there. Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? I think I need to thank you for more than a few things along the way even so."

"Nah. English works just fine. I'm just thinking in Huttese. Sorry. Bad habit of mine, really." She blinks, curious. "I don't think I really need thanks, but out of curiosity, what was it that I did?"

"Well, we can start with the robes, for one thing," Ray says with a grin. "And the datapad, from Mark, which was especially cool. I have no idea what to do for you in return, though."

Val laughs. "It's really hard to say no to Qui-Gon or Mark, really. Qui-Gon just kinda... Jedis around, and Mark flails. And, really, I wanted to get you something myself, so I just kinda put my touch into what they wanted." She looks a bit sheepish, and just shrugs. "Oh, you dont' have to get my anything, really."

"Yeah, but still," Ray says. "I'll think of something. You watch."

He sips at his drink. "Once I can go home again, anyway."

Val laughs. "If you say so, Ray. You don't have to, but if you really want to, I shan't say no." she pauses, looking a bit concerned. "Are you Bound, or something else?"

"Not bound," Ray says. "It's a friend of mine. His name's Danny- he got whammied by Blodwen's magic, and the wham is still a problem despite her magic being long gone...."

Val blinks. "Force, the things I miss. Who's Blodwen and what did she do to your friend?" She facepalms. "I really need to not spend so much time on Coruscant."

"Blodwen Rowlands, a human representative of some kind of power of evil," Ray says. "She basically reached into Danny's brain and yoinked Mr. Id and Mr. Shadow to the surface. The kid's been submerged under the evil version of his own personality, and that's not even the worst part..."

Val blinks. "Oh. I wonder if that's what happened to Faith. She was acting frelling strange the other day." She pauses, then blinks. "That's not the worst? I almost hesitate to ask what else is wrong."

"I'm told Blodwen kicked the demon in Faith into control, actually," Ray says. "The worst part with Danny is that he's a fourteen-year-old kid, and that he has super powers- derived from the fact that he's partly a ghost. When the evil side's in control, his ghostly powers are strong enough that he could beat up on Gozer and take his lunch money. He could probably wreck most of the Bar left to his own devices... and the good kid's still in there. Aware of what he's doing and completely unable to stop any of it."

Val winces. "Oh, Force. That's horrid. Um. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you guys have enough supplies to take care of him, or is there anyone I can hunt down to help with anything?"

"He's in ghost form," Ray says. "We're managing. What we really need is to get in contact with Dream. I, uh, used up Tim Hunter's wish-ring to find out what has to be done to help him. It involves finding his friends and sister, and then finding Dream."

Val nods, sighing a bit. "Well, at the very least, it's good that you know what to do. Offer still stands, though, if there's anything to need. And if I see Dream, I'll tell him that someone's looking for him."

Ray nods. "Thanks, Val. I appreciate it. Peter and Egon and I are standing watch shifts, which keeps any of us from keeling over from sleep dep, but."

"Well, if you all need someone else, I'm more than happy to take a shift or two. Sometimes you just need more than a certain block of hours off." She smmiles.

"Sure thing." Ray rubs at his face. "I wish I knew what his friends looked li... no, wait, I do. I'll have to try and draw them at some point, though that's gonna suck. I can't draw beyond schematics."

"Completely unrelated note: do you know anyone who can reprogram a homicidal robot dog?"

If Val were to glance at the next table over, she might see a man in a suit with papers strewn about as well. His are currently in only one language, but have a lot of numbers. Prices, dates, that sort of thing.

He's certainly noticed her, but is not inclined to interrupt just yet.

Unfortunately, Val's a bit oblivious tonight. She's scribbling away at a notebook, muttering to herself in some other language. She doesn't look like she'd mind an interruption, though.

The man listens for a moment, curious about the language. He doesn't recognize it, which is really all he needed to know, to know he should initiate conversation. "Good evening, ma'am," He greets her, glancing over from his own work.

Val looks up, slightly startled, but smiles. "Good evening, sir." A smile cracks across her face. "I see I'm not the only one around here who gets stuck with paperwork."

The man smiles in return, though not overly warmly. "So it would seem, but it is my own fault. Sometimes I am far too anal about organization."

"I just get myself stuck in too many things at once, and thus, always end up with a lot to do." Val sighs. "You'd probably be a bit frustrated at my organizational style. I have a tendancy of being a bit flighty sometimes."

"It takes all kinds." He replies easily, with a dismissive shrug. "I've done my share of cleaning up after others. But luckily I work for myself now, so the methods of others are no longer an issue."

He's in a sharing mood tonight, it seems.

"I have a tendancy of cleaning up after politicians' mistakes. Or tripping them up so they make mistakes." She chuckles a bit. "I'm a political writer, well, more of a propagandist some might say. Basically, I'm good at BS."

You too?

"I see." He remarks dryly. "And very honest about it." It's not clear by his tone, just what he thinks of this fact. He might think it a little foolish, but he's not often the condescending sort either.

"Unfortunately my own career is far less illustriousness, or intriguing." He admits, with a small rueful smile. "I'm in sales."

Val's used to odd reactions to what she does. It's probably why she doesn't mind being blunt about it, especially here.

"Psh. I'm neither illustrious or intriguing. It's really boring when you get down to it. Just a lot of manipulation." That makes her feel a bit dirty afterwards. "I've always found sales interesting, actually. Some people have told me that politics are lake sales, it's just people're selling ideas or themselves instead of stuff."

The man nods at this. "I can see that. Never really thought about it, to be honest, but it's a reasonable view, from what I've seen."

To be honest, indeed. He's not be in politics himself, but he keeps an eye on them and has pulled a few strings himself, on occasion. It's all in the job.

"Well, some of us have to find business interesting, I suppose. Otherwise it'd never get done."

Val laughs. "Yeah, and besides, people do better business when they like what they do. It's a good thing." She pauses then blinks. "Oh, frell, where are my manners. I'm Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker."

"I agree." He smiles, passingly amiable.

The name does not give him pause. He's seen the original movies, admittedly, but he has met another from a familiar sounding part of that universe, and so is not taken by too much surprise. Though he's certain that he's never heard of her.

"It is a good name." He remarks. "You can call me Henry."

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