#alootus

ᥫ᭡ .°• @alootus :: is there something amusing? :: ( andor: season 1. )

     The wraparound terrace of the quaint cafe sits directly off the promenade of Monument Plaza. It offers a fine selection of floral teas, delicate pastries, and a view to people watch. A lovely place for an afternoon catch-up between the closest of friends. When a bevy of nursery-aged children approaches from her opposing view, mixed species but all dressed in the same navy-and-white school uniforms, Brienne’s eyes shift from Padmé’s. Glossy coral lips curve in an instant. 

     is there something amusing?

@alootus ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ !

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Coruscant is the epitome of overstimulation. In the rare instances in which Casimir journeys to the ecumenopolis he was always sure to make it short and sweet. Each morning, a little spice was needed just to keep the overwhelming cityscapes and massive crowds from getting under his skin. The lower levels made him nervous, but he always made good on a deal so long as the source felt trustworthy. The deal was finished anyway, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still after credits.

Coming all this way for one sale wasn’t quite enough to endure the chaos, so he had been sure to briefly secure a small cart for a rental fee. Despite his strong dislike for such a planet, it surely brought more customers for psychic readings than dark outposts. The cart wasn’t the same as a stationary booth, but he had found a way to make due. Dangling lights across the canopy, a display sign with what he hopes still says PSYCHIC, and a number of his own candles and trinkets from his ship would be enough of a put-together presentation he was going for. Positioned in one of the nicer districts (despite his permit allowing him to be only several levels below), he sat perfectly between dessert bakeries that smelled divine. A plate of powdered sugar wouldn’t add to the aesthetic of his cart, but who could blame him?

And maybe, because of the mildly less crowded district, he wasn’t getting very many bites. So Casimir did what he didn’t typically like doing (but he certainly wanted to justify another round of doughnuts) and verbally advertised to the first person who passed by close enough to hear him.

“Would you care for a prediction of your future?”

Holding a deck of cards that shimmered in the light, Casimir shifted in his seat and peered at the woman from his cart. She seemed quite well-to-do and unlikely to pay him much attention, but he didn’t want to just be another bartering salesman so he read her lingering anxiety instead.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind, maybe I can ease you. I’ll even share a doughnut, free of charge.”

Send 😳 to walk in on my muse getting changed!

@alootus ASKED: 😳

TO HIS knowledge , padmé had gone out and would be out for some time . so he'd taken the time to himself , perhaps spending more time in the refresher than he usually does , more time than he usually allots himself when he's trying to be EFFICIENT . knowing he'd had the small bungalow to himself for the moment , he was still in his towel when he started his way from the refresher to the bedroom .

the sight of a very unexpected padmé makes him STOP . he freezes , eyes widening somewhat as he takes stock of her , and then of himself .

🐰 not much, you seem really sweet and kind !! how intimidating am i?

They  were  on  a  journey  to  a  remote  planet  in  the  Outer  Rim.  Rey  was  sent  by  Master  Kenobi  to  escort  a  small  group  of  politicians  on  their  diplomatic  mission.  It  was  supposed  to  be  a  peaceful  meeting  with  selected  separatist  members,  but  their  ship  was  shot  down  not  long  after  entering  the  planet’s  atmosphere.  Getting  to  her  feet,  the  ship  in  question  was  still  ablaze,  what  was  left  of  it.  Approaching  the  roaring  flames,  Rey  called  out  to  survivors. 

“Is  anyone  there?  Shout  if  you  can  hear  me!” Coughing  violently,  Rey  lifted  her  arm  to  shield  herself  from  inhaling  a  mouthful  of  ash.  Closing  her  eyes,  Rey  focused  on  calming  her  panicked  mind,  exhaling  a  steadying  breath. “Please,  please  let someone  be  alive.”  Reaching  out  with  the  Force,  there  was  nothing,  no  one... Then,  a  spark  of  hope, not  no  one ... @alootus.

“S-Senator!”

Very quickly, Jacky wiped his face and made a very messy attempt to wipe his eyes too. Of course, one look at his eyes - usually so excited and full of life were now red and puffy - painted a different picture than what he attempted to show her. The werewolf had always been extra careful about who he cried around, though with Padme, he wasn’t sure he could explain why he tried to hide it. He just… always did.

Coruscant is bustling with life, with thousands upon thousands of lifeforms glinting in the Force. Lifeforms and transports and buildings, and a cacophony that he had never minded up until now.

He would much rather be elsewhere, and he knows that, and he knows that the Council knows that. There's a whole Galaxy out there and a distress signal he has not yet managed to track properly, lost fully when he found himself there. The Temple, he had thought, would bring him answers, if not peace. He has found neither, and he can almost smell political meddling perfectly timed to assuage the rumors around him.

A part of him does understand the caution. The rest of him resents it, not that it will stop him from doing his job.

And if his job is made easier by discreetly handing a small stack of credits to the one officer at these particular docks in Coruscant that felt in the Force like he'd accept a bribe from a Jedi, then he will. And then report it, of course: he is far from fond of corruption.

"He will be investigated." Dooku -Yan- replies, matter-of-factly. "And neither of us will be late."