these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[resnipstance]

Something like that.

["I felt a disturbance in the Force and I came to check up on you" seems a little clingy.]

How is it going? Settling in.

[beardstrokes]

[ He rubs his beard lightly, out of habit. ]

It's . . . getting there.

[ He hopes. Obi-Wan has no interest in playing peace-keeper, but it seems he might have to. ] This ship can be hectic.

[resnipstance]

Trouble in paradise?

[beardstrokes]

I've had better times on Vanqor.

[ He relents a little. ]

It's not that bad, really. I think everyone is a little tense at the moment. There is a young girl, conditioned as a slave. Obviously, everyone reacted strongly.

And while I am no better, I do not think pushing for immediate freedom will help her state of mind.

[resnipstance]

Oh-- I think I ran into her, actually.

[She motions with her hand] About this tall? Really eager to help?

[beardstrokes]

That's the one. Hopefully, everyone will calm down and take it . . . in stride.

[ Easier said than done. Honestly, he'd hardly blame people for reacting adversely, and if he wasn't in tune with her feelings, he would have been the same. ]

[resnipstance]

... Someone or something's really done a number on her, huh.

[beardstrokes]

[ He exhales, unclenching his hands (when had that happen). He briefly lets his feelings slip out, into the Force. ]

It is how they do things. Time will be a better healer than any of us.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka nods. Then her gaze turns thoughtful. She wonders if Obi-Wan is being reminded of his own experiences at the hands of the Zygerrians...]

... And what about you? Are you okay?

[beardstrokes]

[ He folds his arms behind him with a faint smile. ]

I am fine. I'm hardly going to collapse from keeping busy.

[resnipstance]

... That's not really what I meant, but ... all right. I won't press it.

[beardstrokes]

. . . Thank you. Though, I really am quite fine. I suppose all the noise and bustle reminds me of the ships back home, so to speak.

[resnipstance]

Really?

Well you're always welcome on the Starstruck if you ever want a break. My ship's pretty quiet.

[There's a teasing lilt to her voice as she says it.]

[beardstrokes]

I'll consider it.

And I'm still at a loss why my ship seems to be one in the throes of chaos.

[resnipstance]

[Somewhat cheekily:] The will of the Force, perhaps?

Maybe you were put where you were most needed.

[beardstrokes]

The Force does have its way with me. I never get any relaxing breaks, but I'm certainly kept occupied.

[resnipstance]

See? All for the best.

[beardstrokes]

[ He'd grumble if he could. ]

For some of us, perhaps.