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[chaosse]

Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]



[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[beardstrokes]

[ He stumbles before righting himself, as if nothing happened. ]

Nevertheless, I have a particular fondness for my robes. I'd hate to suffer an identity crisis.

[chaosse]

You can have them back when we're done.

[beardstrokes]

Done with what, precisely.

[ What is it with immortal Force-Users deities that take forever to get to the point. ]

[chaosse]

Our date of course. [ Which is a fancy way of saying she's going to play with you until she's satisfied, Mr. Wan ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Their what ]

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

[chaosse]

[ HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT A TRIP TO THAT MOON, OBI-WAN? Because in the blink of an eye and an outward swirl of smoke, that's where they're going to be headed.

Right into a smoggy, polluted and misty area that? Oddly doesn't seems to be all that poisonous at the moment. ]

Now, now.

[beardstrokes]

[ Well. That happened. He can't help feeling disoriented. ]

How -- How did you do that?

[chaosse]

[ And she's in her element of course, so Eris doesn't bat an eye, drifting a little as her hands press down on her thighs and she leans in. ]

I did say I was a Goddess you know.

[beardstrokes]

[ She had. Still, Obi-Wan's belief rests with the Force. ]

I suppose you did. I shouldn't have underestimated you.

[chaosse]

Mortals often do. [ No offence taken. If anything, she's amused as she sizes him up. ]

[beardstrokes]

Well, then. Where are we going?

[chaosse]

I thought we'd take a look around~ After all, it's such a wonderful little place. [ All devoid of life and everything. ]

[beardstrokes]

I'm afraid I don't see the appeal.

[chaosse]

No? Just look at this place~ Utterly destroyed by the mortals who thought they could use it. It's glorious.

[beardstrokes]

[ He frowns. ]

As I said. I don't see the appeal.

[chaosse]

[ Eris? Looks positively tickled, leaning over to catch him under the chin again. ]

Sourpuss.

[beardstrokes]

Yes. But you knew that.

[ He wonders what appeal he must have. Though, he thinks dryly, he's always held this kind of appeal. Nothing has changed. ]

[chaosse]

[ He's a looker, it's true. Not much that can be done about that. ]

Mmhmm♥ But there's hope for you yet~

[beardstrokes]

Hope towards what? A sudden fondness for suits?

[chaosse]

Oh Obi-wan. You're not even trying.

[beardstrokes]

You haven't been very forthcoming either.

[chaosse]

How's that? I told you exactly what we're doing~

[beardstrokes]

Not in so many words.

[ Though he assumes whatever she wants, it'll wait. ]

Well, then. Where to?

[chaosse]

The source of all this would be pretty interesting, don't you think?

[beardstrokes]

You mean the Terraformers?