first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[nedstarksbastard]

Tell me about the Jedi, and I'll tell you about the Night's Watch?

[That's definitely not something any of the recruits he's ever trained has pulled, and the part of him that's done so for a while is impressed.]

There's not much room for rules when someone's trying to kill you. [But there's a (somewhat disturbingly, seriously Jon?) light note to his voice, as he shrugs, and one hand drops away from the bat.] Very well, since you asked-- [No sooner has the last word come out of his mouth than he's already sprinting forward, feinting to the left before he pivots and swings the bat towards her right arm, aiming to disarm.]

[resnipstance]

The Jedi are peacekeepers. Guardians of justice, defenders of those who can't defend themselves. Or-- that's what they're supposed to be, anyway.

[It's a little more complicated than that now. Unfortunately, growing up means having your naive ideals shattered.

Ahsoka entertains Jon's swing, meeting it head on. She seems to have little problem fighting and talking-- indeed, she seems to be enjoying herself. Now that she's got the measure of Jon's strength and swing, she stops darting in and out-- no more one-for-one exchange of polite testing blows with breathers in between. Now is the time for dancing. Ahsoka goes hard, trying to settle into a rhythm between them.]

[nedstarksbastard]

It's a bit different for us. [Now that Jon's got the measure of her, he stops testing the waters and starts fighting in earnest, aiming to catch her off-guard long enough to try and get rid of one lightsaber. Or to get in close enough and rain down enough blows to get her to yield, but fat chance of that when he hasn't disarmed her yet.

Still, this isn't a training bout, and no one will be trying to kill him for the foreseeable future, hopefully, so he adds:] The Night's Watch was formed to hold the Wall, to guard the realms of men from those who would assault them from beyond the Wall. It was an honor to serve as a black brother--a man of the Night's Watch, I mean. [The shield that guards the realms of men.] At least that was what I thought while I was growing up.

[And to a bastard boy who would never hold a castle, who would never be lord, who could never be anything more than what he was, what other sort of honor could he have?]