OOM/EP: Crisis in the Galactic City

[adestinyforeseen]

Coruscant offers an endless series of dangers and a few temporary victories.



[[ Ten months writing it, new record of procrastination?]]



The door opens and a bone-weary Jedi walks in, actually making it five steps into the room before he realizes this is not a part of the Senate Tower.

Barely breaking stride, he makes his way to the Bar to order a large mug of caf.

Two-pup EP

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen spoke with Bahorel the other day about her debt to Dr. D and the House of Franklin, but he wasn't the only one. Fawkes caught wind of her request; he does, after all, have his own T-Minus unit, and the handle eloquentAdam. A few messages were exchanged, and a time set.

Ellen, Dogmeat, and Fawkes are now all seated in the Bar- well, Ellen and Fawkes are, Dogmeat's sort of sprawled under the table- so Fawkes can hand over a holotape and a sheaf of sheet music. If anyone else cares to stop by and speak to either the short young woman in Brotherhood of Steel green uniform, or the eight-foot-tall green-skinned fellow in basic Brahmin-leather work clothes, they're available.

(So is Dogmeat, but he's got a rawhide and the attention span of a goldfish.)

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[capture_eternity]

Dorian Gray is lounging on a sofa near the fireplace, with a glass of claret and a basket of fried paradoxes, with a bright blue dip.

He's nibbling them slowly, and ignoring a book in his hands in favour of gazing into the flames and watching the fish.

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[arkadia]

Eden doesn't really know where he acquired any particular knowledge of machines, and for all he knows, the adjustments that he's making to a metal object that looks half like a miniature Large Hadron Collider and half like a modern art project built around a glass ball could very well cause it to explode. He's doing them more on instinct than anything else.

(He can, if he wracks his brain, summon up some kind of vague idea of what the device is for, but it's a struggle caring enough about the thought to keep it anywhere near the forefront.)

He has a smallish Scottish Fold curled up on the table next to him, in every respect in a sleeping pose bar that it is quite obviously wide awake. By now, Eden barely notices Chirithy, so he just works around the little fluffball.

(no subject)

[2goodarms]

[Not quite OOM, upstairs, room 1001:

Goodnight; travel well.]