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[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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.


[OOC: Feel free to tag, but specify if you only want one of them. Otherwise, please wait for responses from both.]

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Tagging both.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

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."

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

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?"

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

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

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

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.

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

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

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

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.

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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

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

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

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?"

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Her grip on the fruit slips for a second and it bobs in the air before she regains control. "You're going to bruise it!"

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Jag frowns at the floating fruit.

"Yes, the night before last. Did they tell you where they were going?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"You don't want to eat it anyway!" Atton snaps at Tahiri, still trying to pull the fruit towards him. "And just to a Peacekeeper Command Carrier - there they will have fun and parties with bloodthirsty killers who want to kill and eat them." He adds, turning just slightly in Jag's direction. He's exaggerating. By how much we may never know.

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Atton has a point. After he got his space-cooties all over it and is now squishing the life out of it, she doesn't want the fruit anymore.

So she lets it go.

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

"Kill and eat them?" Jag asks, eyes widening as he tugs at the collar of his tunic.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Atton shrugs, grinning at the fruit and putting it back in the bowl. "Doesn't matter, really, because Aeryn is going to be fine," He may be talking to Jag or he may just be talking to himself. As an afterthought, he adds: "And Jaina too."

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

"Nobody's going to get killed or eaten," she says, more for Jag's benefit than anything. "Jaina knows how to take care of herself. Aeryn too."

She reachs for another fruit, careful to pick one Atton hasn't touched.

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Jag is still frowning. "Did they tell you how long they were going to be gone?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"'Course they aren't," Atton says quickly. "Probably eat them alive if they did anyway."

He coughs.

"Nah, they didn't. Aeryn said she'd be back before we knew it, though."

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Jag looks very distinctly worried. "But they're going to be okay. Aeryn and Jaina know what they're doing."

It sounds like he's trying to convince himself of this than anything.

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri facepalms. "Atton, if you get him worked up enough to start drinking, I'm putting him on your tab."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, they'll be fine," Atton nods, very quickly. "It's not like they haven't done things like this before. And they're practically cannibals anyway, so they'll fit right in," He frowns, because he's not certain why he said that. "In a strictly metaphorical sense, erm. Yes."

At the mention of tabs;
"I should really send my tab to the Disciple," Atton murmurs to himself. "It's only fair."

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Jag buries his face in his hands. "Oh Force."

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

"Who's this Disciple guy you keep talking about?" Tahiri breaks in, trying desperately to change the subject away from Jaina-Aeryn Doom and Gloom.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"He's the leader of the remains of the Jedi Order," Atton says. "And a complete and utter kriffer."