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[tipsilyeverafter]

Sadie Parker Doyle, bon vivant, toast of the society pages, and reluctant medium, steps in to the bar.

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

There are ghosts around.

Not in the usual manner of Milliways dead, either. These are actual restless spirits.

If anyone asks her to communicate with the dead, she's throwing her martini in their face.

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[vance_prime]

But it's not just ghosts lurking in Milliways tonight.

The bar is also full of...[shudder]...children.

Like the toddler in the white tunic-and-leggings ensemble running about with a bag of candy in one hand and a construction-paper lightsaber in the other, shrieking at what one presumes is the top of his lungs.

[tipsilyeverafter]

Sadie, sitting on a stool at the bar, looks down at the child.

"Oh, no, no, no," she says briskly and sips her martini.

[vance_prime]

The boy runs up to Sadie's stool and whacks at it with his lightsaber, making the appropriate sound effects as he does so.

[tipsilyeverafter]

"Small child, stop that at once."

[vance_prime]

"I'm Luke Skywakka," the child says. Whether this is meant as a correction or an excuse is unclear.

[tipsilyeverafter]

"Of course you are," says Sadie, "and would Luke Skywakka attack a defenseless bar stool?"

[vance_prime]

"...he might," says the boy, just a touch defensively.

[tipsilyeverafter]

"Then he's not much of a hero."

And little boys like heroes, or so Sadie has been told.

[vance_prime]

"Or the bawstool is evil!"

[onceaviking]

One of the restless spirits sneaks closer to the lady.

She's pretty.
It's not a bad place to look for her brother then.