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Surprising, perhaps, but not to some.

Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker and Mark Cohen are sietting at a table, having a rather intense conversation. Not intense in the sense of angry or emotional, but, well, both of them seem to be in deep conversation about a stuffed Ewok in the middle of the table. Mark is trying to convince Val not to give it back to Wes. Anyone care to join the argument?

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"Good morning, Val."

There isa Magius, looking lean, but not too odd. He smiles to Mark as well.

"Good morning!" Val smiles, and Mark goes back to studying the camera in front of him.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages?" She studies him for a moment.

He smiles a little.

"Some ups, some downs. It has indeed been awhile. How are you?"

His eyes crinkle with humor.

"Everytime I see you, it generally means you ar working."

Val chuckles. "Well, for once, I'm taking a bit of time off. Well, at least one day to just read some things that I want to read, not that I'm told to." A pause. "You are well, then? Or at least as well as one can be who frequents the bar?" She laughs a bit dryly. "It seems this place attracts busy and Destined people."

He grins.

"Good, you deserve some time off."

He smiles slightly.

"As well as can be expected. Things... change."

He shakes his head.

"And sometimes destinies change."

"Oh, I can certainly understand that." Val smirks. "I never expected to be where I am, or with who I am. I'm living in a different universe now, one which I thought was only a story before." A smile creeps across her face, but concern in her eyes. "Is it a good change, or is it one of those things which you don't really know yet?"

He smiles at her as he listens. then he shrugs, a shadow on his face.

"A thing I dont know what it will be yet...it does not feel good, but ... I cannot predict what will be."

he smiles slihgly, pain in his eyes or a moment.

"The magic is gone. All of it. All my knowledge, power and influence, wiped away."

"Holy crap... what happened?" Her eyes are pained as well, concerned. "I am so sorry. Is there anything that can be done, any powers that you can appeal to perhaps to bring it all back, or is there study that you can do... or anything?"

"I angered my Giods and was sent on a quest. The final price of my tresspass was the loss of my magic. I have not...adjusted well."

He smiles slightly at her concern.

"Thank you. The Gods arent answering and I am still marked as theirs. Other Gods and powers magic simply wont work on me, a far as I know."

he looks down.

"I am still lookin, but part of the price is I cant even read a book about magic now. it is illegible to me."

Val winces. "Oh, I am so sorry. Perhaps if you do some sort of penance, or... er, something." She sighs. I wish I could help somehow."

"I dont know. If they would tell me---"

He sighs.

"Thank you, Val. I appreciate it. A lot."

He smiles a little.

"Things are a little easier when there are friends around."

Ben is happy to join in, for Mark's side. Well, he might be, once he gets past the fact that:

"You're not Death."

To both of them.

He's very confused.

Val laughs, and facepalms. "No, I'm not Death. Not dead, either." Smiling, she catches a confused look from Mark.

"Mark Cohen, this is Ben Skywalker. Ben, Mark." She waves idly, introducing the two.

"Nice to meet you, Ben." Mark blinks for a moment. Wait. Ben... Skywalker. "So, let me get this right. Your father's Luke Skywalker, but I have a feeling you're not Val's son." Wow. Perceptive filmmaker.

Oh, and by the way. Fucking Milliways.

Ben eyes Mark, then bows politely, like he's been taught for proper introductions. "Yeah, my dad's Luke Skywalker. My mom's Mara Jade." There is a pause, and then he says, slowly to make sure he's saying it right, "Alternate universes."

He peers at the Ewok. "Where'd you get that, then?"

"I rescued it from someone who was putting glitter on it." Val pokes the Ewok's nose idly. "I really didn't think Wes would appreciate it. Mark came over this morning, and thought that I shoudln't give him back."

Mark blinks. He can handle alternate universes. Most of the time. And with a lot of booze. However he mock-glares at Val. "Why should we make things easy for Wes? He lost track of the Ewok, so that's his problem. I really think perhaps you should give it someone else. Kettch can't go too far, really. Just... get into the game, Val!"

"Glitter?" Ben pictures this and wrinkles his nose.

"My mom said not to give it back to Janson," he adds, grinning a little shiftily at Mark and Val. "I left it with Death by mistake though." He tilts his head. "...it wasn't him putting glitter on it, was it?"

Death with glitter is an ... interesting image.

"Well, we certainly can't go against your mother." Val facepalms. "And knowing her, she'd kick my arse." Ben might notice that Val's wearing a necklace that most certainly was Mara's.

Val shakes her head, however. "No, it wasn't Death who was glittering it. It was someone else."

Mark beams. "Ha, I win." He grins. "Now, Val, you need to take that Ewok to someone else."

He grins to Ben. "I think I like you, little one."

"Mom's good at that," Ben agrees. He peers at the necklace, but he isn't really sure, because he's not the most observant.

So the skeleton guy gave the Ewok to someone else, huh? Ben thinks about this, but then shrugs it off because it's not actually of interest to him. He never wanted to keep the thing in the first place.

"Yeah?" He grins back at Mark. "I guess you're okay. But I'm not that little," he adds, in a warning tone that might seem more serious if he wasn't four feet tall.

Val shrugs, an amused look on her face.

Mark just laughs. "Uh-oh. I apologise, Ben. I will have to hold my tongue in that case." He's grinning. Just a bit.

"Right." Ben nods, but narrows his eyes a little.

"...are you making fun of me?"

"Oh, not at all. Really. If I was making fun of you, there would be a lot more camera, and a lot less of, well, something." Mark shrugs. "And really, my roommate's better at making fun of people anyway.I'm too nice."

"Camera?"

Ben forgets about the potential insult and peers at the camera in question.

"Hey, that's an Earth thing, right? I met someone with an Earth camera before! She took a picture of me." He thinks for a second. "That was a long time ago." Well, for him, it was a year, after all.

"Oh? Might have been Syfte." Mark looks just a bit shifty at his mention of the girl's name. "I think she's one of the few who runs around with a still camera." Mark attempts to shrug it off. Not -really- working. "And, well, this camera's different. It makes films. Or, er, vids, like you'd know."

"I think so," Ben agrees rather absently, "she said she's my sister or something."

He's more interested in the camera though, and he studies it again curiously. "It makes vids? Hey, holovids? Or is it all flatscreen? Earth's just got flatscreens, doesn't it? So are you a reporter?"

Mark facepalms. "Yeah, that's Syfte alright." Chang of subject, stat!

He shakes his head. "No. Not a reporter at all. I make films, er, more like documenting what goes on around me. Not the flashy holovid things you're used to."

"Oh. A, um, documentarian person?"

The interest in cameras is genuine, though yes, he may or may not have sensed the need for change. Maybe not consciously though.

"I like holofilms," Ben says thoughtfully, "but I never really watched any documentaries, 'cept the one about Uncle Wedge during the war. Are you famous on Earth, then?"

Mark shrugs. "Not really. Well, more like infamous. Some people don't like the documentary I made. Hell, half the people who saw it didn't even realize that it was true. I filmed my friends, who are not exactly all that sane sometimes. And, well, despite all of the evidence to the contrary, people thought that I made it all up."

Mark grins a bit. "It's not your typical documentary. There's dancing on tables and my best friend in a skirt."

"Lots of people are silly and don't like the truth," Ben says wisely. Well. A bit wisely.

Then he laughs gleefully. "Really? That sounds fun! Was that here or on Earth?"

"That was back on Earth. I filmed a year in the life of my friends, and, well, I guess they're insane enough to really warrant others interested in them."

"Insane?" Ben giggles. "They sound funny. Can I see the vid?"

He doesn't think of things like, oh, not owning any technology that can play Earth vids.

"I could bring my equipment in here sometime and give a showing, I guess." Mark chuckles a bit.

"Yeah, that'd be astral! I bet lots of people here would watch it."

Ben grins, then glances over at the door. "I better go or Nanna'll get me in trouble. Will you bring the vid next time?"

"Sure. I promise." Mark grins at Ben. "Take care of yourself."

"Thanks! Yeah, I will. See you 'round!"

Ben waves at Mark and Val before running off to the door and home.

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