Jul 20, 2019
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shoelace-and-friends: Girls who provide us with those big ole cockerel.
forcedoctor: BORIS=BEST CAT.
shoelace-and-friends: ♫.
forcedoctor: I’m sad and Tumblr pull from the dark.
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“–You look like you’ve traveled a long way,” Lenora furrowed her brow and set aside her book, leaning forward on the counter of her modest little shop. The woman who walked in clearly wasn’t from this planet and therefore she was both curious and a bit worried. Tresselia was practically in the middle of nowhere and nobody but junkers or merchants stopped by… “How can I help you?”
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“So, like--I’m drawing a blank here. Where you headed to, again?”
Way to make a good first impression. To be fair, Shaggy didn’t usually transport people along his route. It was usually just cargo, but he’d been given a special request from a friend, of a friend, and here he was playing transport driver.
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“I apologize, but anyone without the proper clearances are not allowed in. This is a restricted sector.
❀ Doctor, so medicine maybe? Your choice I guess. :)
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With the amount of reckless behavior, Anakin possessed it was not very surprising that he often got hurt. Most of the time they were only minor injuries but this time he was hurt a bit more than usual so Obi-Wan send him off to see the doctor, despite his protests.
“I swear it’s not such a big deal!” Anakin said while very carefully removing his shirt to show the would on his left side. The wound had stopped bleeding on its own but it still didn’t look very pretty. “Guess that will be another scar to add to my collection.”
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“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Was it Grandfather Malaprop? He roams this part of the house from time to time. Wails into the night, complaining that his urn is too cramped.” A fond smile graces Gomez’s features. “The ol’ coot.”
He gestures to the other with two fingers, signalling for her to join him in the hall. “Come, let us go downstairs. Grandmama is eager to show you her medicine collection.”
@forcedoctor There’s a common saying about life. Something involving it throwing lemons, and how it was supposed to be an opportunity thing. Right now Rush lay wondering if there was a phrase about life throwing you a Thermal Detonator or two. If there wasn’t, then she wasn’t quite sure how to explain how she was feeling at the moment to anyone without having to go into detail- something the young Jedi would rather not do. Instead, she chose to fake sleep, and listen intently as the nursing staff of the Temple’s medical bay went about their business. She was honestly grateful for their conversations, it helped break up the eerily quiet atmosphere of the Medbay- one could only go so long listening to the steady beat of a heart monitor and whir of a cleaning droid before they went truly mad. The desire to go outside, and sit in the sunlight and take in the sights of Coruscanti traffic overhead was overwhelming for Rush, but it meant talking to people, and answering a million questions involving what happened. She just wasn’t ready for that. The mere memories of her defeat sent her heart rate upwards enough to draw unwanted attention. The reports could wait- it was just too raw at the moment. That and a newcomer now stood at the base of Rush’s bed, staring at the holochart beside her, reading. This person wasn’t just Temple staff- she had a Force signature strong enough to be a Jedi, but Rush didn’t recognize her. Who was she? The Commander supposed she would just have to wait and find out.
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--- He’d heard the rumours, of course; a hidden room held deep within the Old Levels of the Temple, a place where secrets could be spoken aloud with no fear of serious consequence. No judgement, no retribution, no cold-faced ring of silent Masters to condemn and punish -- only FREEDOM, a quiet moment of much-needed release. He’d never believed the whispers himself, even after Anakin had claimed to find the room during his early exploration of the Temple. Legends and myths were never truly as they seemed, practical -- and often sinister -- solutions always lurking beneath the smoke and mirrors.
( or at least, that was what he’d told himself. it was an easier pill to swallow than admitting to the FEAR of what secrets might pass his lips should he find such a room. )
The Turbolift slid to a smooth halt, Obi-Wan’s eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim light of the revealed hallway. Level 75-A was unused, deemed potentially unsafe. The whispered rumours had lead him this far, however; Obi-Wan took a deep breath -- noting in surprise that the air was not quite as musty as he’d expected -- before moving further into the hallway. It was late, long past midnight, the silence of restful sleep covering the Temple like a blanket. Obi-Wan’s eyes ached at the mere thought of his bed, even as the memories of his nightmares scared him from it.
What on Hoth was he doing here? This was a MISTAKE. Jedi Masters did not seek magical rooms to vent their emotions. He ought to go back to his bed and meditate, release his feelings to the Force as he was taught to do.
And yet --
The door opened easily beneath his palm, the room beyond lit with a soft, gentle light. A sense of someone nearby, quiet and unassuming -- comforting, somehow, like the hand of a guardian at his shoulder. Obi-Wan turned in a slow circle, feeling entirely foolish as he opened his mouth.
“ ... hello?”