anonymous text; some nebulous time after the 17th

[outer_space]

[ With his lightsaber still broken, the person responsible now aboard, and the Moira swarming with Jedi, Kylo Ren deems it prudent to post to the ship's network anonymously.

He's not hiding. ]

I received a number of extravagant gowns in the ship's mail.

They are not my size.

[ There follows hasty video of various fetching outfits, some of them strewn carelessly over the boxes they arrived in, some of them simply dumped on the cargo bay's oil-and-who-knows-what-else-stained floor. Some of them have yet to be unpacked. ]

They may be found in the cargo bay near the decrepit excuse for a YT-1300 freighter.


OOC: So! Kylo received Padme's wardrobe and accessories in the mail. If your character is in the market for some ridiculous Natalie-Portman-sized clothes, Padme's player has given the okay for them to help themselves. They run the risk of being force choked by Anakin, BUT THAT'S ALL PART OF THE FUN, RIGHT?

Also--Kylo will leave the cargo bay pretty quickly, but if you want your character to run into him, either tag in with some actionspam or hit me up so we can plot!

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oh hey you want a shitty text to cherish kylo have fun; TEXT

[ex_forcechoke292]

Well. Someone has the maturity level of a youngling. I can't decide if I'm impressed or horrified.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:

[outer_space]

[ Fortunately for someone's ego, he completely misinterprets this. ]

I don't know how the captains expect to be able to run a ship when they can't oversee a mail room.

[ex_forcechoke292]

It's not as if you have them beat in being able to oversee common courtesy. That's quite the projection of blame.

[He'd know.]

[outer_space]

[ Despite everything, the justifications and excuses he weaves for himself, he craves Anakin's attention. Mere days ago, he would have revealed his name and come forward. But after his conversation with Leia, Kylo hesitates. Remains anonymous. ]

They're clothes. What do they mean to you?

[ex_forcechoke292]

They belong to [Someone special, my wife, my...] a friend.

[A friend. Hells, he looks at that and sighs at himself. But what else can he really say for it, and anonymously, there's no point in pushing...is there?

The point here is the disrespect. That's it. Period, full stop.]

action;

[deal]

[She's in the area looking for a friend when she spots him acting all squirrely, and just happens to spot the anonymous message at the same time. Her eyebrows arch as she observes him, finding the whole thing to be surreal. There are a lot of weird things that happen on this ship.]

I'm sure you could get them altered.

[It's said about as helpful as you can imagine it being.]

[outer_space]

[ Kylo looks up, sharply. Irritated at the quirk of circumstance but not alarmed: she's no Jedi. ] Is that what you would do? [ He asks the question dryly, teasing it out.

One of the dresses splayed over the edge of the box slithers to the floor.

A beep sounds at his wrist—incoming message. He ignores it, but there's a sigh in his voice as he says: ] This is a waste of time. [ All of it. ]

[deal]

[She snorts in response to his question, giving him a look that says she thinks he's just hilarious. Her eyes look from him to the dress as it falls to the floor, then back up to him as he speaks once again.]

I'm not the one that has a lifetime supply of fancy dresses. It's not about what I'd do.

[There's a pause as she moves in close enough to pick up the dress that's fallen to the floor. It's nicer than anything she's ever owned.]

If these aren't yours, have you thought about making the owner trade something to get them back?

text; anon back

[niffin]

we have a ship tailor

that crop top is pimpin i'd hate to give it up

SAMESIES

[outer_space]

[ He understands approximately three of those words. ]

The captains have thought of everything. Perhaps they should stop.

[niffin]

not everything. no pizza delivery, yet.

[ The real tragedy, here. ]

so i take it these aren't your style. you recognize the ship type, though?

[outer_space]

Truly lamentable.

[ Thus did Kylo Ren pass up an opportunity to unlock the mysteries of pizza. ]

They're common enough, where I'm from.

text;

[ventifact]

that freighter is an amazing piece of machinery!

[outer_space]

[ He's ready to shoot back a retort, but--it's too close to conversations he half-remembers, like the whispers in his thoughts before sleep. Good-natured insults crackling with barely suppressed laughter.

Instead, he'll see what she has to say for herself. ]

I assume I'm addressing its captain.

[ventifact]

sort of

[outer_space]

[ A stab of what he'd call anger, though it's more like jealousy. Anger gone sour. ]

Meaning?

voice

[straightouttacarbonite]

Excuse me?

audio;

[redshitlord]

Whoa. Dude.

Those are so shiny. Why don't you want 'em?

I'M SORRY

[outer_space]

I suggest you reread my message.

NO, I AM.

[redshitlord]

What, the size thing? Why's that even a problem, dude?

I mean, just like. Re-scan them or something.

[Sideswipe you have no concept of how human clothes work, do you.]

voice.

[t65]

[Excuse the sound of tools and tinkering in the background; Luke's got his head inside a droid. He laughs.]

I hope you didn't put them too close to the freighter; they're nice dresses, I'd hate to see them get dirty.

[vengeance_driven]

Man. Did you just fling dresses and flee?

[He's going to have to put the wayward dresses back isn't he? Damnit. Life is pain for Cargo Bay men.]

Audio;

[padbae]

Oh! Well that's a surprise! I believe those are mine!

text | private (non anon)

[outer_space]

Forgive the unceremonious announcement.

You're a friend of Anakin Skywalker?

text | private

[padbae]

I am! I'm sorry, it seems as though they got our things mixed up.