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[agent_fishstick]

A cluster of bubbles rises to the surface of the lake.


blub blub bloop

bloop blurp bloop bloop


The water is still for a moment.


And then it suddenly isn't, as a smooth, blue head and shoulders break through with a splash. With a flare of neck gills and a startled nictating of ocular membranes, Abe Sapien finds himself in Milliways.

It's been a while! If Abe had collagenous lips, he would smile.

He wades up onto shore, kind of like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, except clad in black wetsuit shorts, and less likely to abduct you than politely discuss the weather with you.

[OOC: Abe will not actively or inadvertently read your pup's mind, but he might pick up strong emotions, that's all. PM me with any questions!]

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[have_no_mercy]

Tess is dressed down today, yoga pants, a tea shirt and cardigan, with her feet curled up under her as she sips a cup of tea on a sofa. She has brought work with her to do, but it lays beside her on the couch, untouched since she sat down.

It's been a Day.

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[childofrebellion]

OOM: The angels that used to be guarding our beds
Have all wandered off and left us instead.

Constellation Blues by the Wallflowers

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

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[childofrebellion]

OOM: A complicated mission.

All Cassian wants is to stand under a 'fresher and not listen to orders from anyone for a few hours, maybe even do something other than monitoring. All the parts of his disguised uniform are on his bed, he's only in his shirt and grey pants when he enters Milliways.

As the noise changes, he sighs, this will do for now. He sits down near the fire and orders caf with a shot of rum in it and some waffles, Imperial food somehow is flavorless and filling. He clasps his hands until his drink arrives to hide the small trembles which come and go. Once he's settled, his gaze goes over the main Bar.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Still open and all other threads happen before Alana's.

Coming Out Of His Shell (First Post)

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Three months. Sahaal has been in this place for three months, longer than anywhere since Tsagualsa. At least, longer than anywhere he has been awake since Tsagualsa. Disturbingly, he feels like he is beginning to get used to it, the exotic patrons, the vast variety of food and drink, the advanced technology, even the new types of media Milliways provides for his leisure. Why, just last night he had listened​ to the recorded speech of a philosopher named Hicks, who he found very agreeable. The mortal's sense of humour matches Sahaal's own, even if he doesn't quite understand all of the cultural references.

As usual, he takes his seat at a small booth on the wall opposite the bar, asks for a light amasec and a random meal from the wait-rat and pulls out a book. Twenty minutes later, the plate of something called spaghetti carbonara is half-gone and he's two chapters in, and thoroughly engrossed. His enhanced hearing lets him know of the footsteps approaching the table long before they reach him, but he only looks up when they sit down across from him. It occurs to him at that moment that most of the patrons here have never seen him, since his time outside his room has brief and late at night, and that he's never talked to, well, anyone here.

It looks like that's about to change.

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[inquisitions_anchor]

[OOM: Two Harrowings]

As the door opens, there's a quiet sound of crying on the other side, and murmured conversation. When the redhead walks in and realizes it's Milliways on the other side, she hastily closes the door. The rest of her movement, though, is rather slow and hesitant as she makes her way to a booth and leans her staff up against it.

And then she slides into the booth, rests her elbows on the table, and buries her face in her hands.

If you look closely, she might be shaking a little bit.

The tears won't start collecting on the table until they can leak past her hands.

Pre-canon OOM, Chapter 2: Blood on the Crate

[galen_erso]

[[Previously: A scientist and a pilot meet on a dreary Imperial outpost]]

[[Bodhi comes back to Eadu after a rough month, shares another meal with Galen, and opens up about how bad things are on Jedha.]]

Cleaned-up prose version on AO3
Original raw thread


[[tinytags: bodhi rook, galen erso]]

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[arkadia]

[OOMs:

A very, very long time ago.

Yesterday.]