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Mun's never done a multipup post before, so here's to new experiences.

A man and a woman are having breakfast at a table. The man has chosen a seat with a very good view of the door, which he is watching like a hawkbat. Jaina said she would be back soon, but "soon" could be days or weeks or who knows how long.

Jag's never been in Milliways without her before, which is part of the reason he's hanging around Tahiri this morning.

As for the aforementioned blonde, she's picking at a bowl of fruit and browsing idly through Master Windu's accounts of Jedi history. The parts about the Clone Wars are rather interesting. She's got her lightsaber and Security badge but isn't particularly alert for trouble, seeing as the ghostcurse thing has been dealt with.

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Chloe's seen enough of those Star Wars films to recognize a lightsaber when she sees one. And hey, the owner's female!

Really, this could only mean one thing.

"So, I heard you'd be the person I'd see about getting a broken blastsword fixed."

Tahiri looks up from her datapad, brow wrinkled in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

She shoots a glance at Jag, wondering if he recognizes this girl.

There's a minute headshake in response-- Jag has no idea who she is. He recognizes the name of the weapon though.

"You have a blastsword?"

"You. Jedi. Aren't you Jaina Solo?"

Cause, obviously, Chloe's never really thought that there could be multiple female Jedi in Milliways.

She looks from Tahiri to Jag, giving him a sidelong glance. "Think I would be asking if I didn't?"

"No," she answers, trying not to laugh. "My name's Tahiri. Jaina's not around right now, but I can let her know you're looking for her when she gets back."

This is first time Tahiri's ever been mistaken for one of the Solos. It's actually kind of amusing.

For some reason, Jag doesn't find it as funny as she does. And since Tahiri doesn't seem overly concerned about letting people run around with strange weapons in the bar, it falls to him to be the suspicious one.

"Where did you get a blastsword?"

Chloe's eyebrows raise and she stares at Jag. "You're the friendly sort, aren't you? Well, as far as I can tell, she-"

-nod towards Tahiri, recognizing the badge-

"-happens to be Security over here." A grin. "Which means I don't have to answer to you."

Chloe shakes her head, doing a double take back to Tahiri. "She's not around right now?"

That grin's suddenly gone wider.

Tahiri rolls her eyes at Jag. "Don't mind him, he's just pouting because Jaina's gone."

Her take on Security is very much live and let live. Walk around carrying as much weaponry as you'd like, just be sensible enough not to use it. That's how she justifies the lightsaber, anyway.

She tiles her head curiously. "No, she's not. What do you need her for?"

Jag glares at Tahiri. It is a look that very much says I do NOT pout, thank you and he goes back to his breakfast and intense study of the door.

Chloe takes a seat at the table, leaning the blastsword ~~that she really was carrying all this time, the mun swears it!~~ against the chair leg.

She frowns again, studying Jag. "Who spit in his coffee?"

Intruding in to other people's lives is much more fun than finding someone who can fix this blastsword right now. Especially if said someone isn't around.

Jag seems to be resolutely ignoring the pair of blondes now. And if the boil of annoyance is anything to go by, he's not happy about discussing personal matters with strangers.

Tahiri supposes she should respect those wishes-- if Jag is unhappy, Jaina will be unhappy when she gets back, and if Jaina is unhappy then Zekk is unhappy and if Zekk is unhappy... well, it's a big mess.

"So this is the broken blastsword?" she asks, nodding at Chloe's weapon. "Where'd you find it?"

Chloe shakes her head. Prying in to other people's buisness has become much more fun.

She points to the man again, still looking at Tahiri. "Hey, my question first. So, what's going on with him? Why's he all gloom and doom in a bar at the end of the universe?"

Stoic Chiss man is revealing nothing.

He continues to focus on the door, as if he could make Jaina walk through it just by force of will alone.

He continues to ignore Chloe and Tahiri, though he's trying to figure out now whether the need for company is being outweighed by a need for peace and privacy.

Sometimes, Atton is in a 'steal fruit and juggle it' sort of mood. This is one of those times, so he makes his way over to the table, picks up an unspecified fruit and juggles it with one hand.
"Hello ... Wedding-Door-Guide-Usher-Person-Thing," He grins. "Hello, Fel."

Pallies are known as easy-to-juggle fruit in the markets of Tatooine, a fact that frustrates fruit-stand merchants to no end. Also frustrates Tahiri, when they're taken without asking.

She looks up from her datapad, frowning slightly. "Want some fruit?"

Jag gives him a pleasent nod. "Hello, Atton."

"No, thanks, I'm fine," Atton replies. "Not really hungry." He tosses the fruit back into the bowl.

She makes a face. "I can't eat that now. You touched it."

Says the girl who has a set of living robeskins in her room upstairs.

Jag nods for the other man to take a seat, if he wants. "How've you been?"

"I've been alright. You?" Atton takes a seat, peering from the fruit to Tahiri. "My hands are clean. Honest."

She levitates the fruit out of the bowl again, turning it around as if inspecting it for flaws.

Without touching it, of course.

He might have space cooties.

Jag shrugs. "Worried about Jaina, but that's nothing new."

He doesn't like being in the bar without her. It feels weird.

Atton raises a hand and tries to pull the fruit into it, also without touching it.
"Well, if you're going to be like that," Atton turns slightly to look at Jag. "Jaina and Aeryn have left, then?"