/takes the huntress out back and buries it (jan mingle pt. II)

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Who: Anyone on the SS Huntress! Crew and visitors.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Huntress
When: More of January! We got three new crew mates and it will be messy.

IT'S ANOTHER MINGLE FOR OUR EVER-EXPANDING SHIP.

Also, we need an update on how well Koala is doing at pinball.

God, help this ship.

Comments

a)

[beardstrokes]

[ He was passing by until he spots her . . swaying . . . ]

Is something the matter?

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[She sinks down in defeat rather dramatically.]

I'm so sorry, Mr. Obi-Wan! I've been practicing and doing all I can, but I...!

[I'VE FAILED MY SHIP.]

[beardstrokes]

[ Uh . . . ]

Practicing the game? And what exactly were you meant to do?

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I'm... I'm supposed to get in the top 10 scores.

Mr. Greed gave me the task, but I'm afraid he's put too much faith in me...!

[She rubs her forehead, considering her options.]

I will keep trying, though! I promise.

[beardstrokes]

[ Ah. That makes slightly more sense. ]

I think he meant it as a goal than a task. Something to try, not to force yourself through.

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I don't know... maybe...

[She sits cross-legged on the floor, considering her situation.]

But you force yourself through things, don't you? Because you use The Force!

[beardstrokes]

That's . . . not how the Force works.

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Oh.

[Her smile fades. Surprisingly.]

Then why is it called The Force?

[beardstrokes]

I assume it's because it is the push behind our actions, our future, our destiny. But I don't actually know why it is called that. The name has been there for longer than the lives of stars themselves.

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Or maybe they named it the Force a very, very long time ago because they forced a very nice kettle from one side of the kitchen to the other!

[beardstrokes]

That is . . . equally possible. I can't deny it.

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[There's no time to even consider withholding the giggle that escapes her.]

I think I like that! Why does everything need to be named so seriously, after all?

[beardstrokes]

People like to take things seriously, I'm afraid. It's a dangerous adult flaw that we all possess.

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[She sighs.]

I agree with you, sir. W-with all due respect!

[She looks down, fidgeting a bit.]

I still don't understand why adults worry so much about getting dirt on their clothes!

It's just dirt. It's everywhere, after all...!

[beardstrokes]

I think adults like to present themselves as capable people and getting dirt on clothes tends to disavow others of that notion.

Or so I believe. I can't say for sure.

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Oh. I wonder if that's why the nobles complain so much about their clothes.

[beardstrokes]

It is possible. Nobles care a great deal about their presentation and the amount of money they spend.

I've only known a few exceptions to that rule.

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... There are nobles that are exceptions?

[What bizarro universe do you live in, Obi-wan?]

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Well . . . yes. I've met people who don't care so much for the wealth and power as much as their ability to help others in need. It's not that strange.

Rare, but not strange.

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I don't know... it sounds very strange to me.

[But she's at ease, thoughtful. There aren't nobles here. Are there?]

I've never met one like that before. They're... usually all very mean.

B-but I don't think you'd lie.

[beardstrokes]

I'm sure there are some here. Why don't you try and meet them and see if they're the same?

If you want to, of course. I tend to avoid nobles myself, to tell you the truth.

[ He's never liked politics or kings, anything where the power seems to be put in the wrong place. If Satine was here . . . she would have been a good example of a noble. ]

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I... I guess I could. Try to meet one.

A — good one.

[She says it like it's stuck in her mouth, and the idea of facing a Celestial Dragon ever again makes her queasy. But she doesn't want to disappoint Mr. Obi-wan, not at all.]

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Well, if you want to.

If you've met Leia, she's a noble.

[ If he recalls how Alderaan works and Bail's position. ]

A princess, in fact. Did she seem bad to you?

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[wait what]

Miss Leia is a noble?? A princess?

[WHO SAID.]

[beardstrokes]

Well, she must be. Her father is a senator and the ruler of a planet.