Sep. 2nd, 2017

childofrebellion: (skeptical)
[personal profile] childofrebellion
After the party, Cassian felt restless and went back on base to get some mending to do. It has to be done and its the kind of chore that he can do and look over data. He's set himself up at a table to repair a shirt and the sleeve of one of his jackets, his stitches are neat, not pretty but they don't need to be.

Also on the table is a datapad and he's reading through records, mainly histories as he's trying to fill in the holes and know questions to ask his archivist connection. Later he watches an older holovid he found in the library that he remembers from when he was younger, the conversation with Jay about James Bond reminded him of it. There's a brave young man who pulls himself up from obscurity with brave piloting and lots of luck, in the episode that Cassian's watching, he's trying to be smart at a party with senators and the girl he likes. He did like the martini but ended up ordering a caf with some whiskey in it.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
cottoncandypink: Wilford in a dark shirt and wrinkled leather jacket.  His hair is an extraordinary mess (Casual - A goddamn mess)
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Wilford is still hiding out in the bar until he can go home without having to explain why he has to pass his story off to someone else. He's managed to clean up a little bit, and the bruises have mostly faded, but he's still not going to be doing any running for a while.

He's found a book to flip through, and is doing exactly that over by the fire. He is a bit upside down though, with his legs over the back of the sofa, and his head down over the front, so his hair is brushing against the floor. His glasses don't really want to stay in like this, but he's willing to put up with it for now, while Buster licks the side of his head like the weirdo he is.
last_kallig: Feyne-taken from Hollow-Art (Force give me strength)
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Ibani stalks into Milliways in something of an irritable temper, dressed in her armor, red lightsaber still lit.

Tattoine is blazing hot and dry enough to suck the life from your bones, and the karking sand is somehow finding minute gaps in her armor and then sticking around to irritate her. And then a group of thugs had attempted to mug her and Khem Val in the spaceport.

That had been a novel experience for all of three seconds, then merely irritating as she was forced to kill them. "I've been planetside for less than a half hour and Tattooine has already lived up to its reputation as a blazing hot, crime-ridden, hell-hole full of sand."