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!

Comments

[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?

[ventifact]

i've flown it a time or two

[outer_space]

You certainly don't embellish like a pilot.

Have you flown it here?

[ventifact]

didn't think i needed to
since the millennium falcon's reputation precedes it pretty much always

not yet
but i will

[outer_space]

[ That never stopped Han Solo, he does not point out. ]

Where to?

[ventifact]

i don't know yet

voice

[straightouttacarbonite]

Excuse me?

voice.

[ventifact]

[FUCK]

I said sort of. That isn't a yes.

voice.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Yeah, but the answer here is no.

[ventifact]

Fine. Then no.

[but it's obvious she doesn't like saying it]

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Truth told he feels a little bad yelling at her about it, if only because she is defending the ship's honor. But the whole thing is a little jarring.]

And no one is flying her without my saying so.

[ventifact]

fine

voice

[straightouttacarbonite]

[This should be the point where he leaves well enough alone and let her go about her business.

Han rarely actually does that.]

Have you really...?

[He's not sure he wants to know, actually. There aren't a lot of situations where that doesn't mean bad news.]

200% forgot this thread went to voice, pretend that last one was a petulant "fine"

[ventifact]

Flown it?

[A few moments pass before she answers.]

Yeah.

ahaha no worries, he just hates typing

[straightouttacarbonite]

Oh.

[So that's probably terrible.]

[ventifact]

Oh? Is that a bad oh?

[straightouttacarbonite]

You tell me.

text, anon

[outer_space]

I apologize for giving the impression that I cared.

voice

[straightouttacarbonite]

I don't care if you care.

And I'd bet my last credit you know whose ship that is.

WEASEL MODE (anon text)

[outer_space]

Down to your last credit already?

voice

[straightouttacarbonite]

Come on, this isn't about money.

[He has no idea what it is about, but definitely not money. It's too personal for money.]

anon text

[outer_space]

"This" isn't about anything. There is no "this."

voice

[straightouttacarbonite]

Right. We're all friends.