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The circle of chairs is... not in the bar today, instead there's a sign.

LIFE SUPPORT
OUTSIDE TODAY, ON THE BEACH
FREE FOOD AND A CHAT
CAMPFIRE WITH MARSHMALLOWS

Out on the beach, there is a circle of deckchairs. It's too nice weather today to waste inside. There's also a yummy picnic, and a thermos of tea.

New? Confused? Problems here or at home?
Come and join them!

[ooc: Open until the next one in approx 1 1/2 months (There will be no LS in July due to the fair).
All tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS crew. Threadhopping encouraged! All welcome xx
ETA 23.30: Guppy-mun now heading to bed but will pick up any slows tomorrow]

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Bodhi colours darkly and turns away. "They do- look a lot alike. It's an easy mistake to make."

"One you've made yourself?" Alana says, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry."

"At first, but Dr Lecter encouraged me to look for the differences. But there was a sickness. Apparently it happens here. He, Dr Lecter, he thoughts he was Galen-" he sniffs, looking at his scars. "It wasn't his fault. I wanted to believe it."

"Yes, I've heard of that illness," Alana says, her lips thin. "I'm sorry that it aaffected you. Were you sick afterwards?"

"I don't know. I think so. I had strange dreams but- I don't know how real they were." He shrugs. "But after, when I realised it wasn't real and I was still alone." He looks down at his wrists again.

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"I'm sorry that happened to you," Alana says, her tone sympathetic. "That must have been very difficult. I'm glad you're not alone anymore."

"I'm sorry that Galen frightens you. He isn't a bad man. Really. He's very gentle, very kind."

Alana stiffens, but soon stuffs her emotions. She relaxes again, and picks up her cup of tea to drink. "He was very accommodating," she says, watching Bodhi. "I don't think I'll ever truly be at ease around him, but he seemed to understand."

He shrugs sadly. "There's a lot of people who hate him. I think he's gotten use to it."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Alana says, exhaling through her nose. "I don't hate him, he just reminds me of Dr. Lecter, who I'd rather not see anymore."

He nods, saved from trying to find a reply by Kyber, who had excavated a marshmallow from the bowl and is about to take off with it. "Kyber! Where is your big sister when I need her?"

Alana chuckles half-heartedly. She's not used to antics by cats. "So why do people hate Galen?"

"The Empire corrupted his research to design a terrible weapon. A world killer. And when they couldn't build it without him, they ripped him from his family and forced him to finish it. He worked in secret to build a trap inside the Death Star, one the rebels could be able to exploit to destroy it. And it the end, they did."

Bodhi bites his lip, suppressing a surge of anger. "And yet they still hate him. They still remember him as the father of death."

Death Star? Ah. Alana makes a mental note to rewatch those movies. Obviously there were parts she missed. She's never heard of Galen Erso, or Bodhi Rook.

Alana's not sure what to say.

"That's quite the story," she says, sympathetically. "Dr. Erso did say he was researching the energy applications of a crystal which could break physics. It's no wonder people weaponized it."

"I don't understand the physics." Bodhi admits. "But the crystals came from my home world. That's part of why the Guardians hate him. The temples were stripped to fuel the weapon."

"Guardians?" Alana says, furrowing her brow. "Are they the ones you're so angry at?"

"Two men from my world. We fought and died together. They didn't know, about Galen and I. Not then. But they did when he arrived here. When they kicked in his ribs."

"They probably thought their actions were justified," Alana says, frowning slightly. "Did you confront them?"

"I was furious. I broke Baze's nose." He shrugs. "He let me hit him. I think he thought that meant we were even."

Alana blnks at him. "He didn't hit you back, right?"

"I'd be in the infirmary if he had. He's a big man and I'm not really a fighter."

Alana tilts her head. "I can see the logic behind him letting you hit him, and thinking that you were even. Physical violence for physical violence. But the debt hasn't been repaid enough in your opinion?"

He shakes his head. "They knew. They knew what he meant to me. What being without him did to me." He glances down at his wrists again, trying to cover the unconscious gesture. "And they would have taken him away from me again. I don't think I can ever forgive that."

"Forgiveness is always difficult," Alana says, inclining her head. "Were they your friends before?"

"We fought together." He shrugs. It's a strange bond, not really friendship and yet deeper. At least he thought it was. "We started to become friends here but-"