Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

Comments

[t65]

[Luke sighs, and closes his eyes. He relaxes in his chair and slowly begins to raise his hands. Azula should raise with them, only a few inches off her seat, if the Force is with him today.]

[pyroelectric]

[Azula tries not to let her surprise show on her face, but it's still present in the Force. Even taken by surprise and floating in the air as she is, a part of her mind is still analyzing.]

... Impressive. You have to concentrate to be able to do this? Are there limits on how much you can lift?

[t65]

[Luke lets her down very gently.]

I think I'll have to maintain some mystery. [Also, because the answer 'it depends' is always a bit of a letdown.] But I'm glad you find it interesting. Do you meditate?

[pyroelectric]

Of course. Control of oneself and clarity of mind is of the utmost importance, wouldn't you agree?

[t65]

Then we can discuss it next time. [He starts to stand.] It's been a while since I had someone to meditate with.

[pyroelectric]

... You want to join me.

For meditation.

[Stated flatly.]

[t65]

Of course! It's always better to do that in company, I think. [Meditation is really not his strong suit, honestly; doing it with someone else keeps him awake.] Unless you have any objections...?

[pyroelectric]

... Well. It's not exactly a group activity, is it?

But, if you must.

[t65]

My old master would have disagreed. [Serenely,] Maybe we can learn something from each other.

[pyroelectric]

Unless you're as bad at meditating as my dear brother, I highly doubt it. It tends to be a fairly straightforward affair.

[None of this "connecting with the universe" bullshit for Azula.]

[t65]

Nothing is straightforward for a Jedi. [Did he just wink- oh my god.] Thank you for the good conversation, Azula. [He turns to leave.]

[pyroelectric]

... You're welcome.

[Whatever, you're weird.

I'm just going to. Go do my thing over here. And pretend you are not a weird strange child that I have no idea what to do with.]