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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

It smells like something really unspeakable for a moment as the remarkably short but heavily power-armored figure clanks through the Milliways door. Then the door closes and Ellen removes her helmet and all the reek you get in a post-apocalyptic version of the Schuykill River shoreline dies away. "Bar," says Ellen, "I need something I can wipe down with and then I need a drink before I can even think of getting out of this armor. There were hippos today."

Possibly this accounts for some of the newer gashes and impact marks on her armor. It's hard to say.

At least she's got a reinforced chair to sit back in and take a drink and a few breaths.


[tinytag: Baze Malbus]

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[iprotectyou]

(OOM: During the harvest festival, it's Chirrut vs. the hated visor--or, more appropriately, Chirrut vs. Baze.

Warnings for violence.)

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[cottoncandypink]

[oom: We didn’t just break this thing wide open. We fucking solved it.]

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is outside today, on the far side of the lake, standing on a large boulder.

You may not be able to hear him, unless you're close but he's singing. Loudly, passionately and with great gusto.

If you're open to magic and such things, you may notice there's something more to Sinric's song, something laden with power.

From the clear blue sky, a small storm is gathering, clouds circling around where Sinric's standing.