thisavrou | anonymous text; some nebulous time after the 17th

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

[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.]

we have a ship tailor

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

[ 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.

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.~~]

that freighter is an amazing piece of machinery!

[ 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?

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.]

Whoa. Dude.

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

[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.

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.]

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

[ He finds it exasperating, being forced to communicate letter by letter. The remove the words hold him at.

The conclusion is right there for him to draw, but he has no sense of it in the Force.

Kylo changes the conversation to private, attaches his name to it. ]

Who is she?

[ He genuinely wants to know, and he genuinely wants to know Anakin.

It's unfortunate, then, that most of his conversations have the tenor of an interrogation. ]

I suggest you reread my message.

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.]

[While the sudden name to a conversation engenders a little more faith in the conversation at large, given the tone of disrespect that had started this whole affair, Anakin still isn't impressed. Or terribly trusting.]

The didn't seem to matter five minutes ago, what difference does it make?

[ He's never had much use for patience, but he knows he'll need it now. This man isn't Darth Vader--in time he will be, but Kylo can't expect it to happen overnight.

Intellectually, he knows that. What he writes is: ]

I can hardly see to it that she gets her belongings if I don't know who she is.

[The response is less caustic than he expects, and it catches him off guard. For a relatively anonymous source (he still can't quite place the name to anything he recognizes, though he feels like he should be able to) all too happy to dump cargo in the hold with such dismissal, this is quite the turn-around.

And maybe that's why this own response drops the disdain. ~~For the moment.~~]

Her name is Padmé.

[There's a "she's important" that threatens to follow, but even with the network equivalent of an introduction, it's too much information to drop carelessly. Three years of experience in hiding that from even the people he's closest to have made that inexplicably clear.]

Edited (stupid icon renaming nonsense) 2016-05-04 22:12 (UTC)

[ 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.

sort of

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ He understands approximately three of those words. ]

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

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

Meaning?

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?

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