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[iprotectyou]

Today's the day.

Baze has been working towards building his new lightbow--a Guardian's weapon, and his proof that he deserves to be one again--for the past six months, fasting during the day, keeping his hands clean, and avoiding violence. He's lost some weight--his face is certainly thinner--but he knew the risks, and was glad to undertake the task. He's also foregone his armor since he started building the bow, and is convinced that he no longer needs the red carapace, gloves, and shoulder pieces.

The lightbow is constructed of aluminum, steel, and ironwood, with the aluminum pieces dyed a deep, jewel-toned red, engraved, and inlaid with gold--and polished until they shine. Baze forged the metals himself, chopped the wood from the forest, and ground and shaped and trimmed each piece until they all fit together seamlessly.

He's inordinately excited to test the completed weapon today. The targets at the range drift on their repulsors in the sun, and there's very little wind; all told, it's a perfect day for shooting practice. He's already done several dry firing runs, and is ready to fire live ammunition from the bowcaster.

If the weapon passes Chirrut's judgment, Baze will be a Guardian again.

He can't wait.

(OOC: Chirrut will NOT pop into threads!)

Life Support

[justmark]

Dr Sandhu doesn't seem to be here today, so Mark takes it upon himself to set up Life Support. He manages to find the sign and get everything up and ready to go.

LIFE SUPPORT

OPEN TO ALL

TONIGHT'S FREE FOOD:

Pizza
(meat, veggie, or vegan options available)

Feel free to come grab a slice and get some advice, or just a friendly chat.

[ooc: Mark-mun and Guppy-mun are both varying degrees of AFK lately, but someone will tag you!]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Something of the tension Sunshine carries, though nowhere near all of it, lessens as she realizes the door opened where she needed it to go. She comes in quickly, smelling of lilly-of-the-valley soap and heading for the kitchen. She had put her hair up wet after her too-hot shower, and already it has dampened the back of her dark purple tanktop all the way down to the waistband of her shorts. The skin of her face, neck, shoulders, arms, legs and bare feet are still pink of the hot water and perhaps too-thorough scrubbing, at least where bruises aren't purpling the skin to match the her tanktop.

Distracted or seeking distraction, she takes down mixing bowls and measuring cups from the kitchen cabinets. They come down on the counter with a clatter perhaps louder than it should be, and it upsets some of the rats. She mutters her apologies, trying to focus, trying not to focus, trying to think of what to make. She has to make something. Anything, really, to get the smell of blood and death out of her lungs. Something strongly scented. Strongly flavored. Comfort. Chocolate.

Catching on that point but having no plan beyond it, the distressed baker starts in on melting dark chocolate chips in a double-boiler on the stove, and pouring whipping cream into a mixing bowl to start some manner of attempted salvation of a wretched night.

So what if it'll be four a.m. soon? She couldn't sleep if she tried.

(ooc: However, it is nearly 1am for the mun, and she really must try and sleep. Tags will be gotten tomorrow! Mun is here! Mun is asleep again! <3333)