The Bar at the End of the Universe

You know what sucks?

Being lied to by your nephew and then having your son not show up where he's supposed to be and being attacked by someone who, by all rights, should be dead (since when do you survive being EATEN...no pointed looks at Boba Fett, here), and your husband's ex-crazy-Sith-girlfriend.

That's what sucks.

You know what doesn't suck?

Not being blown up by bombs. And ending up here when you really, really don't want to go back to your ship with said husband who will glower at you while you rant about wanting to murder your nephew. 'Cause you really don't want to deal with 'anger is of the darkside' speeches right now.



So Mara Jade Skywalker is slumped at the bar, a bottle of Whyren's by her head, which is down on Bar.


Botherable!

Mara's in the bar, with a glass of something light blue and alcoholic, in the corner of the bar.

Woo.


[ooc: mun susceptible to disappearing, 'cause...NYC youse guys.]

Mara Jade in the bar, staring at a glass of wine in front of her, and sometimes at the wall where the door should be.

Only it's not.

And her wine's not very interesting anymore.

Door opens.

Mara...falls through it. Wearing a flightsuit. It's quite a graceful fall, but a fall nonetheless.

"Nnngh." She mutters as she rolls over. This isn't Thracken's palace. Or Corellia at all for that matter.

So...Jedi Master onna floor. Have at.

Mara Jade Skywalker's in the bar, a glass of water in her hands, looking tired and severely overheated.


And over in that table over there, is Samantha Largeman, reading What to Expect When You're Expecting and drinking some juice!


[two pups. tag and specify or i shall guess!]

Mara Jade-Skywalker is a-wandering the bar, a note in her hand, still dressed up for dinner at Leia and Han's, which finally just ended.

The tension between the Jedi and Han Solo was so thick, she could have sliced it with a dull vibroblade.

She wearily sits down, and sighs, pushing hair out of her face. Bah. Family.

[OOM: Mara Jade Skywalker places a call to Csilla to talk with her neice. There they joke about Zekk, Han trying to kill Jag, and really bad housewarming gifts. Rated S for sweet and T for teasing about the awesome weather Ossus is having. HAH!]

Bahah! The door! It's back!

That's what Mara's thoughts would be like if she were a perky person. Really, she's just like 'yay!'

So she's finishing off her cup of caff...and as soon as that's done, she's gone.

So talk while you can.

The door opens and in steps Mara, her hair pinned up carefully, and in green Jedi Masters robes. She has just left some Very Important Meeting.

She sighs, not wanting to really be here right now...turns around, and runs right into the wall. Because where there was a door, is a door no more.

"Oh, kriff no." She kicks the wall, then winces. "Shavit. That's not kriffing funny, you stupid bar."

She heads towards a table, pushing salt and pepper shakers over as she does it, looking like an angry child. An angry child with a lot of Force power.

Mara's in an armchair, reading her way through a short stack of datapads. From the look on her face, she doesn't look that thrilled by it.

Anything she gets from Luke to 'go over' never thrills her. Ever.

Come and poke?