/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.

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[imahologram]

I'm sure your presence helps. [She's pretty sure it can't hurt at this point.]

If we ever get out of here, anyway. [Someday. Hopefully.] Maybe you could join me for a cup of tea.

[beardstrokes]

Certainly. Though, I'm afraid we'll have to avoid using the kitchen.

[imahologram]

[...Huh.]

What's wrong with the kitchen?

[beardstrokes]

It's in a bit of a mess at the moment.

[ The perils of teenagers. ]

[imahologram]

Your ship never lacks for excitement, does it?

[Why does she want to come here again.]

[beardstrokes]

It certainly doesn't, but I believe we're not that badly off.

[imahologram]

It's not a complete madhouse at the moment, at least.

[Nah, there are definitely some fine people on the Huntress.]

So, where should we have our tea instead?

[beardstrokes]

[ He shrugs lightly. He does have faith it'll pull together. ]

There's a small observation deck. I find that to be a lovely location to look out into space.

[imahologram]

That sounds perfect.

[A little pause. Leia hasn't seen the kitchen's damage yet.]

Your beverage dispenser does still work, right? Otherwise, we might have to run over to the Windrose.

[beardstrokes]

I believe it's still working, though I haven't checked it in the last twenty minutes.

[ and a lot can happen in that time. ]

[imahologram]

Only one way to find out.

[beardstrokes]

Don't take it too badly if it's a mess.

[ He says it in good humour. To him, a good day is a day without a fight and bloodshed. ]

[imahologram]

I've probably seen worse, General.

[Unless the kitchen has become a literal battlefield, which might be the case.

...Which seems to be the case, when they get there. She pauses on the threshold, surveying the damage.]

Your crew likes the lived-in look, I see.

[beardstrokes]

They're . . . precocious. It's much like dealing with children and I'm sorely out of practice.

[ All his students have grown up . . . and ditching him in the process, so. ]

Let's see what we can salvage.

[imahologram]

Remind me again why I want to transfer over here.

[It's more of a mutter, to herself more than Obi-Wan, but audible nonetheless.]

Looks like you still have some mugs, at least.

[beardstrokes]

I'll fetch some tea.

[ Thankfully, the kettle is intact. He starts setting things up. ]

So you wish to transfer here? I'm sure Han found that gratifying.

[imahologram]

When you have space for it.

[As for Han, her response is the same as she gave Solo himself.]

Someone has to keep an eye on him. [A pause.] But from the looks of this kitchen, he's one of the better behaved people here.

[beardstrokes]

Not necessarily.

[ Han does throw a fit at any given thing. ]

I believe that title might belong to someone else.

[imahologram]

I'm sure you're beating him for patience, but I'm guessing he didn't do this.

[Leia waves a hand vaguely. How do you even pick a spot to point at, in this mess?]

[beardstrokes]

No. And I have a fair idea as to who did. But it doesn't matter. It is not a bad ship, altogether.

[ A little property damage is nothing. He has managed Anakin long enough to pick his battles. ]

[imahologram]

[From what Leia knows about Anakin, she thinks you'd have to.]

It has its fair share of good company, anyway.

[beardstrokes]

[ This is definitely tame compared to Anakin. ]

I personally quite enjoy their vitality. In small doses, of course.