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[ han nearly falls out of his bed, when he wakes up. he has a headache -- the type you get when you sleep for way too long, which hasn't happened to han in a blue moon. who has time to sleep in the middle of a revolution? nobody, that's for damn sure. and here, it hasn't really been much different. and --

give han a moment or two to check the date on his communicator, and give him another moment or two to properly understand that he's been unconscious for a really fucking long time, and you might catch him stumbling out of his room, looking bewildered with his hair absolutely everywhere.

and maybe looking a little annoyed.

maybe a little annoyed. ]

broadcast

[ but soon, there is a crackle. a shipwide broadcast! aren't you fucking lucky. ]

I fall asleep for a few weeks and you appoint a new captain without me?

[ IS HE GOING TO INTRODUCE HIMSELF

IS HE GOING TO BOTHER SAYING HE'S FINE

of course not

he just hangs up

fuck you guys

also who the hell is mikleo ]

[ Padme is walking the halls of the Huntress, minding her own business, when Han bursts out of his room. She starts slightly, so absorbed in her own thoughts that it takes her a second longer than usual to notice him.

He looks awful. She has the tact not to say so. ]

You're awake. [ She frowns. ] Are you okay?

[oh god this guy's awake now? he kind of forgot you existed.]

No one appointed a new captain except the Atroma. If you have any complaints, send them in that direction instead.

To be fair, we didn't have a lot of say in it.

[ Obi-Wan is definitely relieved. He was getting tired of piloting. ]

Welcome back. Koala was fretting away.

As I am but newly on board, I fear this choice was made without my knowledge. But to my knowledge, very few of our decisions here are made of our choosing, unless I was told wrong?

[ Maglor sits in the room that has his name on it and brushes his fingers across Doctor Crushers gift - he knows that many here are having issues with being brought against his will... but... he hasn't

No, he thinks, something old, today.

Settling down beside his harp, Maglor starts to play. He hasn't put up the soundproofing, so his song will be heard clearly echoing down the corridor, a song of starlight and clear blue skies. He won't mind interruptions or company ]

I don't remember voting.

[Han Solo, are you ready for the sudden appearance of the small cleaning creature next to your bed? Because here she is. And she looks utterly wrought with happy misery. Because such a thing is possible.

SHE'S HERE AND SHE'S TEARY-EYED AND SO SO SO RELIEVED.]

MR. SOLO!! Y-YOU'RE AWAKE!!

[DON'T CRY KOALA DON'T CRY]

[Ahsoka's been keeping mental tabs on Han Solo. As someone she likes and looks up to, and as the only remaining member of "The Future Trio"-- as she's dubbed them in her mind-- she's worried about him. So when she feels his presence alert again, she gives it about an hour or two before she heads over to the Huntress and pokes her head through his door.]

Hey, sleepyhead.

[ When Obi-Wan hears the first few times of the harp, he had to glance over his shoulder to see whether he's carrying his guitar. He follows the sound curiously before he finds Maglor strumming the harp. He rests himself against the wall, listening.

Obi-Wan wasn't a patron of the arts, though he had a healthy appreciation for those who did. Learning music was a start, but he would never fully reach this level. ]

[Sam honestly is just teeming with curiosity after Sascha mentioned the potential of, you know. A ghost aboard the ships. If there's one thing Sam can still do, it's putting some spirits at rest, right? Right. Hell, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night if someone was trapped in the veil, or going vengeful slowly over time, or whatever.

This calls for investigation. Making an EMF isn't too difficult given the tech around him, so once he's ready to go, brings himself an emergency bag of salt (thanks to the ice planet, though he's heavily regretting not having a salt rock shotgun), as well as a lighter for any burning needed. He doesn't expect to fight anything, not when the ships haven't reported any murder or violent entities, but it pays to be cautious.

Excuse him as he uses his EMF to try and locate this supernatural entity. :|]

[The planet continues to be super gross, and now that time and distance away has given Mikleo some of his good health back, he's purging every bit of it from his possessions- and most of Sorey's, too, since they do share a body sometimes. That means today is laundry day!

He's spent the better part of two hours painstakingly scrubbing the pollution out of the Shepherd's garb and his own outfit, clad in one of his alternate colours for once, and is in the middle of drawing the water out of the wet clothing and folding them up to properly sort later. It's all very peaceful and domestic and relaxing and what the heck is that beeping noise!?]

[Hey, Mikelo, listen.

beep beep beep beep

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP--

BrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE---]

[Sam rounds the corner and is met with a fuzzy, almost glowing imagine of what must certainly be the ghost; of course, he doesn't just expect to see the ghost out and about, because when the hell has that ever happened?! He flails backward, instinctive, looking like a deer in the headlights -- ]

JESUS—

[... And throws his bag of salt compulsively. Enjoy getting peppered with salt.

And probably wearing a bag against your face.

Good times.]

[WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT

WHO THE HECK IS THAT

WHY IS THERE SALT EVERYWHERE

WHY IS THERE A BAG ON HIS HEAD

Well, there's only one way to respond to that- namely, flailing an arm in the direction of the screech (and the shout) and firing off a blast of cold water at his attacker. You enjoy getting hosed, buddy.]

[ Maglor looks up when he comes in and smiles at him, but he bends back to the harp until the piece is finished before he greets him properly ]

Well met sir - I hope I was not interrupting?

[and lo, sam's mane flattens all about his head

like this:

...........................]

[....................

He slowly drags his hair out of his eyes.]

...

I guess I deserved that.

[ A little rueful. ]

Not at all. I was simply admiring your skill with the instrument.

... Ghosts aren't usually able to wear bags on their heads.

Uh.

I think there's been... a slight misunderstanding...?

[Mikleo yanks the bag off his face and flings it in Sam's direction, though with it being empty, it just sort of flutters pathetically to the ground between them. Fuzzy-looking he may be to Sam, but the salt dusting his hair is plenty visible. He's trembling with indignant anger and it's kind of falling all over the place.]

You think!?

[ Maglor smiles, pleased, and his hands brush his harp almost lovingly ]

Thank you - I am glad I am still able to bring pleasure this way. Maglor, at your service, sir. Might I know your name?

I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. One of the pilots on this ship.

[ Taking a good look at the man now . . . his posture and look was very similar to Qui-Gon and many other Jedi Masters. ]

I have an instrument myself but I'm afraid I'm not decent enough to play for the public.

Well met, Obi-Wan Kenobi. [ Maglor tips his head in a graceful bow to him and offers shyly ]

I could see if I could help, if you like. I am not familiar with many of the things here, but I would love to see your instrument. And I have always felt that if you truly love playing, it will out in your music, and that, I think, is worthy of any ear.

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