Video/action

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha, Nami AND YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bloodsport
When: 4AM. We're not sorry.

[ When the camera feed switches on inside the Bloodsport, it's late. Late-late, as much as it ever becomes when one travels the universe. But in this particular case even the lights of the hall it chooses to focus in on have been dimmed to the point of being practically non-functional. Almost everything is obscured by shadow...including the silhouette which blurs across the screen for just an instant.

The next time the feed tracks movement, it's in front of the ship's captain quarters. The silhouette appears again, flattened near the wall as they slowly creep their way closer. A single hands slides up and opens the hatch to that the door slides open without a sounds--and for some reason? The motion-sensor on the lights doesn't even go off to adjust the brightness. It stays dark, and without a word the shadowed figure slips inside, creeps slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed that some might recognize as a slumbering Nami.

They sneak in close, lift a hand and reach it out towards her...

And instead of wrapping around her neck? It plants itself on the bed, right before that shadowy figure flops right down beside her and huddles close. For a cuddle. ]

[After a moment or two, Nami's eyes slide sleepily open, confused at first, and then a hand reaches hurriedly out for the desktop lantern, throwing her invader into full relief: one (1) Sascha, late night travelling cuddlebug.

There's a lot of supremely intense staring. Some tallying of the situation. She's naked. He's wrapped around her like a limpet. And then she smiles. Sweetly.]

Sascha.

[He blinks at her in surprise, then perks up happily.] Yes~~?

Ahaha!~ [Cheerful as always as she throws the covers back.] Here I was sure we'd discussed the concept--

[Don't ask how she managed to kick him in the face but it's a surefire winner, sending her invader crashing to the floor--]

-- of PERSONAL SPACE!!

[ It's possibly the most glorious sight Sascha as ever seen, since apparently Nami sleeps in the nude--for the whole half-second he gets to enjoy it (lucky you guys, huh??) anyway. Then he's left scrambling to get his feet under him again and push himself up, because Nami's stalking towards him already as he looks up with wide eyes and babbles; ]

I was j--just cuddling, no biting...! [ AS IF THAT'S THE ISSUE HERE. Nami clearly doesn't think so, because in half a second here? He's going to be fleeing for his life with her hot on his heels.

Have fun Bloodsport. It's also like four in the gd morning. ]


[ ooc; blue is Sascha, Green is Nami! Feel free to find either or both at any point after the broadcast on the Bloodsport, or just call...them..... ]

Comments

[beardstrokes]

. . . Not anymore.

[pneumo]

Because he's...? [ DEEEAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD ]

[beardstrokes]

I did say he died, remember?

[pneumo]

Well--yeah. That's what I meant, but I wasn't sure if I should say it...

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan continues to stitch. ]

It's been ten years. It doesn't matter whether it's been said or not.

[pneumo]

........

I still get sad when I think of the people who're gone even when it's been a long time.

[beardstrokes]

Even so. It's not our way.

[ It's not the Jedi way. ]

[pneumo]

[ *The High Ground way i fixed it for you ]

You're not allowed to be sad?

[beardstrokes]

[ You're fired. ]

Not really. Though that's a rather simplistic view.

[pneumo]

[ sdjkgsd ]

I don't get it at all...

[beardstrokes]

That's not surprising. Don't worry about it.

[ Only Obi-Wan worries about it, the way he still holds onto his hurts. While they never overwhelm him or lead him down a path of fear and vengeance, it still makes him feel guilty.

But, he reasons, he should feel that way. He was responsible. ]

[pneumo]

Is Jedi stuff always so complicated when it comes to feelings...? [ No love, no loneliness, no home... The list seems to keep getting more and more depressing. ]

[beardstrokes]

Jedi are meant to serve. That is their duty.

[pneumo]

.................

Is that why you can sew? [ Are you jacks of all trades ]

[beardstrokes]

Partly. It's helpful to have many talents in the field.

[pneumo]

And dancing?

[beardstrokes]

[ He finishes the last stitch neatly. ]

Someone I knew taught me that.

[pneumo]

So you could help people? [ best dad ever♥ ]

[beardstrokes]

No. She just wanted someone to dance with.

[pneumo]

Oh. Well...

It still helped me. At the party. [ Not a useless skill! ]

[beardstrokes]

I'm glad to have helped.

[pneumo]

And this helps too. Thanks♥ [ This would be Sascha, leaning against Obi's shoulder. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He hands it back. ]

You're welcome.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha will take it, but he doesn't put it on right away. What he's going to do first? Is wrap his arms around Obi in an uncharacteristically non-clinging hug. ]

...I'm sorry he's gone. Your friend.

[beardstrokes]

[ He closes his eyes, letting the briefest of twinges flit through before it smooths over. ]

Thank you.