Happy New All Skate!

[raptorcanaria]

"You know what, let's have a party."

Dinah threw her platinum card (thanks, Oracle) on the Bar and as a result there is free flowing champagne for everyone whose culture, age and religion permits champagne - and top quality soft alternatives for the rest. There are bar snacks doing the rounds around the tables, and delicate winter flower arrangements on each surface.

And most importantly, on the TV screen is a lot of dancing, a giant countdown, and a big ball ready to drop.

...and when the ball drops, something happens.



Welcome to another Milliways All-Skate!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates (in most cases)
5. Please don't be a dick.

Comments

[twoforce]

He lets his robe fall back gently to cover his weapons again as he reaches for the cinnamon roll, holding it to smell again before thinking of eating.

"Naturally," he says. "Can't have heretics threatening the security of the Empire, can we?"

Don't worry, it's only fractionally more illegal than having his face and not being a stormtrooper. He can see a long explanation in his future, but still - if her friend knows in advance, would it help?

[sunbaked_baker]

"Of course not," she answers, mildly, passing him the plate with its gooey, warm and fragrant offering (and a napkin). "Must've been a big day when the Empire realized they needed to take action. When was this?"

Tact is one thing (which Sunshine sometimes has). Subtlety is another (which she generally doesn't).

[twoforce]

He is of course, more than willing to share this information, but it might take him some time.

"If you want a year, I can only say year 1, by the Imperial calendar," he says with a wry smile. "About ten years ago, give or take. The third year after the start of the clone wars."

The last is the only one he assumes will be of use to her.

[sunbaked_baker]

"I'd have thought they'd make it some civic holiday or something."

Okay, maybe that was a bit too bitter. She gets a cinnamon roll for herself, as well.

At least, she has that information. She can pass it on to those for whom it means something.

"Did they, like, erase the record of the previous year-numbering system?" That's not indicative of a complete ruling power overhaul at all.

[twoforce]

"Oh they did," he confirms. "The fault's entirely mine - I haven't kept count nor did I much beforehand. It's not a celebration me or my brothers participate in.

"The old system would have been... Nine Fifty Eight? Seventy nine fifty eight."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Lot of years, to just start over like that," she remarks, turning to drizzle her cinnamon roll with icing and maybe hide the hesitation his previous comment had given her.

"Your brothers?"

[twoforce]

"Mmmm," says Warlock, pausing to take a bite of cinnamon roll, "we travel together, where we can. Safety and danger both in numbers.

"When it doesn't put them in danger to be with a fugitive like me," he adds, his hand dropping to brush where his lightsaber sits under his robes.

He knows she knows. So he assumes she knows he's a descrepancy.