all aboard the ss blamless

[pyroelectric]

Who: Crew of the SS Blameless and visitors.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Blameless
When: March, or until we feel like a new one.

[It's a mingle! Get out of the car!

Unique ship notes for new crew and visitors: giant, unmissable scorch marks currently line the walls of several corridors leading from the cargo hold to the bridge!

Also, thanks to Kate, we now have a SWEARS AND ATTITUDES JAR displayed prominently in the kitchen. Whenever someone's being naughty instead of nice, they're compelled to deposit a few credits (or at least an iou) into the awaiting jar.

Also also, we are all still bunking together. HAVE FUN.]

Comments

[t65]

[If Luke had a drink, he'd spit it out.] No! No. [That was a bit vehement, and a tad out of nowhere. He shakes his head.] I didn't mean, uh, bending. I meant the mental aspect. The- the way you envision the elements must be very different.

[He shakes his head. Learning to conjure lightning, no thank you.]

[pyroelectric]

[Oh? Was that a chink in this farm boy's seemingly unflappable demeanor?

Azula advances closer to Luke, a look on her face like a predator that's caught the scent of blood.]

Don't tell me you're afraid of a little electricity, now...

[t65]

[Luke refuses to be coerced by a little girl. If he can stand up to the emperor, he can stand up to this. His shoulders square.] You don't want to fight me, Azula.

[It's not a mind trick, or anything like that. He states it clearly and confidently, like he did in Jabba's palace. It's sliding quickly and easily from Luke the Farmboy into Luke the Jedi.]

[pyroelectric]

[Azula continues advancing until she's all the way in his space, close enough that there's barely breathing room between them.]

You're right. I don't.

[She claps him on one shoulder in a gesture that is supposed to look comforting, and then leans in as she says in a voice low enough to only be heard by him:] Yet.

[t65]

[Maybe it would be better, if Luke could forget the fact that Azula was a teenage girl, or maybe it would be worse. Regardless, the fact that he was just threatened by one is... well. When Luke laughs, it's not cruel. If anything, it's surprised. Azula has audacity, he'll give her that.]

I don't- don't want to fight you either. [He says, still sniggering slightly.] Who knows, you might change your mind before it's too late.

[pyroelectric]

Hmmm... no. I don't think I will.

But you can keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.

[t65]

[He shakes his head.] I hope you do. I don't want you to get hurt. [It's said with real concern, rather than boasting condescension.]

[pyroelectric]

Oh? You think you have what it takes to take me on, farm boy?

[t65]

[The insult bounces off him completely. He sighs a little sadly.] I really wish I didn't. Power is a responsibility, Azula. To yourself and others. You still need to learn that.