May the Fourth Be With The All Skate

[jedi_interrupted]

The bar shifts, or it changed when no one was looking, and now resembles a certain cantina popular with the villainy and scum, as well as more upstanding folks. The air is dryer than usual, and a taste of grit and sand just hangs in the air. It just makes you want some blue milk doesn't it?

Has your character changed? Perhaps...who can tell? The Landlord I suppose but they aren't talking.

[ooc: HI and Welcome to a Star Wars themed All Skate, the best way to celebrate May the Fourth! Party style post. You do not have to interact with any of my characters to play.
The Rules are simple:
- This post, and any post with the subject heading ALL SKATE are open to everyone.
That means old characters, new characters, retired characters, doubles of characters, original characters, non-canon compliant characters.
- We will all play nice and adhere to Wheaton's Law: Don't be a dick.
- Gratuitous behavior, either of a violent or sexual nature, will not be tolerated in the Comm. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
- Communication is paramount. Everyone's keyed up, let's just have some fun.]

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[mogget_cat]

The cat seems to agree, snorting faintly through its nose at the acrid scent of the blaster before moving closer to smell her hand. It seems friendly enough, or sees her willingness to offer scritches and potential food, bumping its head against her palm after a a few tentative sniff of her fingers.

[paintedpromise]

Laetitia doesn't much like the smell of recently-fired blaster either, but life (and death) isn't giving her much choice in the matter right now. At least her sister is safe with her.

For definitions of safe.

The cat will get some scritches until he seems comfortable enough that she'll offer with a little pressure to pick him up to take him over to the bar. If he's one of the more standoffish ones she'll just hope he follows.

Cats have their own minds, but hopefully this one will understand he's being offered food?

[mogget_cat]

The cat seems perfectly contented with the scritches, its enthusiastic purr deeper than such a small frame should seem to allow. It shows little concern over being picked up, either.

It seems to remember her mentioning something that smells better - which it can only assume means treats of some kind.

[paintedpromise]

Laetitia wearily climbs to her feet and takes the cat over to the Bar, where she puts the cat on a barstool before thumping down on the one next to it.

"Hello. I think this one here needs whatever his favorite meal is. And I could use some tea."

Beat.

"Extremely fortifying tea."

Bar first presents her with some small bacta patches, and Laetitia winces slightly at the entirely-too-astute observation that she's got a few more scratches than she really wanted to tell her companions. "Don't try to go sniffing these," she tells the cat. "I expect they probably smell worse than the blaster, to be honest."