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

[fishwife]

[Her smile softens, crinkling the edges of her visible eye.]

I've never heard of that. We have something similar, though. [She points at his heart.] Souls. Human souls are strong and persistent even after someone's passed on. If someone uses them, they can have great power. But monster souls? They just... vanish along with the body.

I'd like to think they become part of the world, too. But I don't... really know. That's why I try not to let any of my people die.

[She leans back a bit.]

I like your thing better.

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps they have. Everything returns to the Force. Or . . . so we believe.

[ He believes it completely, which is pretty clear. ]

I am a Jedi, and we use and abide by the Force. It is the soul and the heart beat of the universe.

[fishwife]

What does that mean, exactly? You sit around floating and... listening to music, or something?

[She rests her chin in her palm, clearly interested even if what she says next is slightly offensive.]

Sounds like nerd stuff to me!

[beardstrokes]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term, but that's certainly not the extent of it.

[ He shrugs. ]

And explaining the length and breadth of the Force would take far too long.

[fishwife]

You sound just like someone I know. 'I could explain how this works but it'd take too long.' Nerd stuff.

I wish my job let me wear a bathrobe all the time.

[beardstrokes]

[ What the hell is a nerd, seriously. ]

The perks of hovering and music, I'm afraid.

[fishwife]

[Her smile doesn't dissipate.] You carry yourself like a warrior, so I know there's more to it than that.

You must be hiding your secrets in your beard!! That's the only explanation. Obviously.

[Beards give men mystical powers. This is a fact. Especially since she read it in a manga once.]

[beardstrokes]

What is this bizarre obsession with my beard . . . No, I certainly am not hiding my secrets in there.

[fishwife]

[He is apparently sensitive about his beard, and she finds this hilarious for some reason.]

I've only known a few with big ol' beards, and they all looked like they were pushovers but could take anyone in a fight.

[She's never suplexed a human before. Maybe it's time to start.]

[beardstrokes]

. . . You really don't want to fight me.

[ He's not in the mood for a fight. ]

[fishwife]

Of course not! We're crewmates! Comrades by ship!

[She grins fangishly.]

But we could spar sometime to keep ourselves from getting rusty. I'll even let you choose your own weapon.

[beardstrokes]

[ He rubs his beard, considering it. ]

That would be excellent, actually. I certainly wouldn't want to get rusty.

[fishwife]

[Her expression brightens considerably.]

Great!! I think there's enough room in the cargo hold if we're careful, but we can always train planetside too. If there's a planet, anyway.

[She hasn't been down there in a couple days. Too many new people. Too many attempts at spaghetti.]

[beardstrokes]

It might be a little too chilly to be sparring on the planet, but I will take a cargo hold for a match later on.