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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Sitting at the bar, Mara Jade Skywalker stares at her cup of caf, dressed in a robe and fluffly slippers. Someone couldn't sleep again. He doesn't exsist.

And a little ways over, sits Inyri Forge, eating a peice of rhyscate carefully, while scribbling something out on a datapad.

And a little ways over from her, is a former holostar, one Baroness Syal Fel is staring out at the exploding universe over her glass of wine.

Come and poke them. Yay poking.

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[obligatoryass]

Logan would normally mock the fuzzy slippers, but the red-haired woman's pensive look stops him. She's got something serious on her mind, and he's not sure she's up for mocking, especially from a total stranger.

"Got room for a second, or should I just leave you and your coffee alone together?" he asks instead. Still teasing, just gentle.

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara turns to stare over at him, her mouth still on her caf cup. She swallows (politeness is a virture. At first. Then..you know, killing). "Excuse me?"

[obligatoryass]

"You're looking at it like you want to kill it," Logan says. "Or possibly whoever made it for you. Doesn't still taste all salty, does it?"

His grin is charming. Purposely non-threatening. Possibly there are puppy eyes.

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

"Bad night. My husband keeps having bad dreams." Mara shrugs, setting the caf down.

[obligatoryass]

"Bummer," he says. "So caffeine's the answer? So you're sure never to get any sleep?"

Makes as much sense as anything else, but Logan's answer has always, always been to drink himself into a stupor. Kills bad dreams, you see.

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

"Addicted to it, so it doesn't bother me." Mara sighs, rubbing her eye.

Mara would drink herself to sleep right now...only surely Luke would be whiney and make her get up and make him waffles or something. And you know, killing the head Jedi Master is looked down upon.

[obligatoryass]

"Sheer comfort then," Logan observes. "Makes sense to me. Mind if I join you, seriously? If you want to be alone, totally understand, but I'm kinda...bored, you know?"

Mmm. Waffles. But waffles and blood do not go well together, so it's probably just as well she's being sensible.

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

"No, that's fine. Go ahead. I may be bad company though. Not the nicest of people sometimes."

Especially when she's half awake and craving bloody waffles now.

[obligatoryass]

"I may have been told that myself at times," he says, smiling faintly. "Girl I've got a thing for decided I'm the 'obligatory psychotic jackass' at our high school. No wonder I like her, right?"

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

She grins. "Ahh, you're just the jackass-type then. I'm the assasin type. Even though I quit that a while ago. Still, killing can be fun."

[obligatoryass]

"That's me," he says, pleased for a moment, then his smile fades. "I wouldn't know."

It's short, curt, that last sentence. Clearly, someone's sensitive about being accused of murder. Touchy, touchy.

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

"Killing bad people." Mara ammends, eyeing him. "You alright? And it's not some kneejerk question, okay? It took me many years and lots of working with small, annoying children to be able to ask that and care, okay?"

[obligatoryass]

"Good to know," Logan says. "But even that's kinda weird right now, the killing bad people part."

Pause.

"I was accused of murder last year. Which I didn't do. And then...someone shot my dad last night - or whenever, in my world. And he's pretty much the definition of 'bad dude,' but he's still my dad, and I'm still - I dunno."

[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

And somewhere in this mess of Star Wars estrogen at the bar is another young woman. This one dead and damned, but the important bit is that she's nearby, sipping a girly drink and watching the other patrons.

She's new, which may explain her bemusement at the robe and slippers, or the datapad and unfamiliar cuisine. Then, of course, this being her first day, she is likely to become distracted by the explosions herself.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri looks over and offers a smile at the woman, before taking a bite of rhyscate. Mmm.

[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

The girl nods in reply. "So, this place offer anything good to eat?" She hasn't seen a menu anywhere and it should be noted that the drink was ordered from a waitrat. "And is there a way to get it without going through those over-sized rodents?"

[velocitygirl]

"Uh, yeah, just order it here. Just say what you want. And...well, it's got anything you could possibly imagine." Inyri grins.

[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

"Just, what? ...Oh, the bar. The boy did say that it was intelligent.

This is all too surreal." But she decides to give it a shot. "I'd like a pie, please. Peach." Yes, the whole thing appears. What? She doesn't have to watch her figure.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri smiles. "See?" She shrugs. "It takes some getting used to, but you gets used to it."

[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

"It's actually not bad," she concedes. "Better than anything I've had back in California." Or hell for that matter. She takes another bite and considers asking for ice cream as well. She doesn't need to eat, but why not enjoy it if you can?

"So, where are you from?"

[velocitygirl]

"Kessel. It's this wasteland planet in the middle of nowhere." Inyri shrugs. "You from Earth, then?"

[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

"I am. But, planet? You're not from Earth then?" She really should have suspected, what with it being the end of the universe and all.

"You don't sound too fond of home."

[velocitygirl]

"No, I'm not from Earth. Nor am I fond of home. I like Coruscant better." Inyri shrugs.

[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

"At least you've heard of Earth. Those planets are unfamiliar to me." Of course she's been rather out of the scientific loop for some time.

"What's so great about Coruscant?"

[velocitygirl]

"It's where I work. Where I live. Where my friends are." Inyri shrugs. "A fun place."