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

[avaricious]

"That would be a high score, kid. You've been watching me, right? So you should know how to play already."

The greatest of punishments will await her if she fails - having to try again.

[scrubscrub]

"I... I think I could try! I understand it a little."

She will just. Stand on the crate and look at the very overwhelming machine.

"I just need to not let the ball fall all the way to the bottom, right, sir?"

[avaricious]

"Exactly. Once it reaches the bottom, you lose. It's all about timing and reflexes. But don't expect it to be easy."

The game cheated. He was convinced of it. There were times it would push the ball into the side of the panel where there was absolutely no way he could salvage it. If there was anything that pissed him off more then it was being forced to lose.

[scrubscrub]

She gives a nod.

"A-alright! Since Mr. Greed could not do it and has tasked me with it, I will do my best!"

... How does she begin? What stage-fright she has right now...

But she must try!

"Should I begin?"

[avaricious]

Couldn't do it!? Briefly he grits his teeth and considers giving her a good whollop for that remark. But he composes himself and smiles thinly.

"Time's a wasting, kid."

[scrubscrub]

"Yes sir! I understand!"

She gets to work, and of course she's already off to a poor start — but she's nothing if not determined, so she'll keep going. And going. And going. You might want to go enjoy yourself elsewhere and maybe you'll get an update.

... Ssssomeday.

Just twenty or fifty more plays.

Maybe.

[avaricious]

Greed grinned and gave her hair a good ruffle before spinning on his heel to find some other part of the spaceship to go micromanage. He'd check on her later.

[scrubscrub]

I am in hell and this is my torture.