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[resnipstance]

Who: Ahsoka + you
Broadcast: Video (fleetwide)
Action: Common area of the Marsiva
When: Afternoon? Evening??

Has... anyone else been having weird dreams lately, or just me?

Also, what do people do for fun around here? This is the longest I've ever been cooped up in one place. At least if there was something to do...

Anyway, I'm sick of meditating. If anyone wants to come chat or keep me company, I'm sitting in the living area. Does anyone know if they have a dejarik board around here? I'm not much good at it, but it's a good time waster at least.

Oh-- right. I'm always up for a spar, too... if you think you can keep up.

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[feathery]

Well, if you're sure.

[He's not sure if she's sure, like maybe she'll take it back after he tells her, but that means he has to lay it out, anyway. So here he goes.]

A semi-tangible ghostbird is pretty much what it sounds like. I mean there are only so many synonyms for sometimes intangible, sometimes not. The story behind it, on the other hand, is a little more complicated. This is the abridged edition, for reference, and even it is filled with significantly more bullshit than you'd ever expect to find in a field of mooing, shitting cows.

So.

A semi-tangible ghostbird happens when a loser accidentally impales a crow with a sword, because only idiots trust small children with swords. A girl then proceeds to resurrect the aforementioned crow in a roiling narcoleptic fit of poor choices and misplaced empathy, before you dump the asshole who impaled it in the first place into its spooky remains; you do this because he ignored the suspiciously pointed signs that sometimes video games are bad news and that's what happens when you ignore pointed signs, you fucking pay for it. Then a few years pass, before some gods nab his idiot birdbrained ass out of the ether and stash him in a non-ghost body again, just with feathers. And they jerk his chain for a while until they don't need him anymore; purpose fulfilled, now it's time to fuck off back where you came from. Pretty straightforward stuff.

So he hops back into the interdimensional melting pot, where he'll presumably fly away home like a good little goose. Only that's bullshit because he's a crow, so of course he wakes up to find a self-proclaimed reality show has jacked his shit for their entertainment. Because ha fucking ha, his life is a joke. What a punchline. This is further complicated by the fact that no one can apparently decide if leaving him in a mostly normal body is good enough, or maybe they should reinstate the ghostbird clause. Which instance would cause more drama, we just don't know. But chopping off his legs does sound like more trouble than it's worth, I mean what if they just grow back like starfish, that would be such a fucking waste of time.

In the end, they leave the ghostbird stuck in the bizarre limbo of looking and sounding like a fleshy meatbag, but with the probable interior of a nasty ass conglomeration of ghost goo. He's not really eager to let someone shank him to find out, so it will remain a mystery. And he will remain only semi-tangible, at the behest of his ghostly, avian mood.

[Wow, that's such a positive way of selling himself. He pauses.]

That's pretty much the story, I guess. Kind of a shitty one.

[resnipstance]

... Okay. You're right. Literally none of that makes any sense.

[feathery]

Yeah. I lived through it and it still doesn't make much more fucking sense than that. It's the kind of life experience you're better off not thinking about too deeply.

[resnipstance]

I don't even know where to start.

I mean-- how does the girl in this story just happen to have the power to resurrect people? How does she manage to do it in her sleep? Why and how in the universe do you merge two separate bodies into one? Just for starters!

[feathery]

That's why that was the abridged version. If we started getting into all the nuances behind why any of this horseshit happened, we'd be here for days. Weeks, probably.

[resnipstance]

And people say my universe is weird.

[feathery]

Ok, what's the weirdest shit anyone has called your universe out for since you got here. If there has been any one, singular thing.

[resnipstance]

So far it's mostly just been stuff relating to the Force or the Order.

[feathery]

The Force.

[There is zero emotion in his voice, but. The Force. He's no Star Wars buff, but he remembers being six and giving Luke shit about his terrible footwork in Return of the Jedi.]

What kind of force. What kind of order. These are both hells of vague terms that trump the shitty made-up video game terms in my life.

[resnipstance]

The Force is-- I mean. It's the Force. It's still weird to me that people here haven't heard of it. I guess in basic terms, it's... the energy of the universe?

And the Order is the Jedi Order. Nobody here has heard of that either, though.

[feathery]

Oh.

[ O h . . . ]

You sure no one's heard of it here?

[resnipstance]

... Well, Vima has. But that's because we're from the same place.

[feathery]

Oh, nice. I have a friend around from the same reality as me. Which maybe doesn't sound like much when we don't exactly have a shortage of Earth-originated life forms about, but I guarantee most Earth peeps are from alt universes.

[resnipstance]

At least they're from the same planet, even if it's a different version?

People here keep asking me where I'm from, and all I ever want to say is "Why even bother asking, it's not like it's going to mean anything to you."

[feathery]

That's like. The perfect cue for me to ask where you're from.

[A beat.]

Nah, I'm not that obnoxious. Unless you actually wanna talk about where you're from after suffering through my lengthy origin story. That's only fair.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka shakes her head before realising that Dave can't see her.]

... I'm not really "from" anywhere these days anyway. I left my home planet so long ago I don't really remember it anymore.

[feathery]

Well, how about the Jedi deal.

[resnipstance]

That's... complicated, also.

Not nearly as complicated as your deal, though. [She admits that with a rueful laugh.]

What would you like to know?

[feathery]

So where does being a Jedi put you on the badass scale.

[Here to ask the hard-hitting questions. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[resnipstance]

Well for starters... I'm not really a Jedi any more.

I grew up in the Order. And I was a padawan for several years. But I ended up leaving a few weeks before I woke up here. So. There's that.

[feathery]

Is this a good or bad thing.

[resnipstance]

It... depends on your perspective. Maybe it's a both thing?

But you asked where being a Jedi put me, so I had to answer honestly.

[feathery]

Ok. Kinda wasn't sure because on one hand, it sounds like being a Jedi is a big deal.

On the other, if you chose to leave, maybe it's not all it's cracked up to be.

[resnipstance]

Well... you'd be correct, on both counts.

[feathery]

Oh.

[That...sounds like it sucks, but he's still not totally sure.]

Why did you leave?