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Apr. 19th, 2017 03:35 pm
kestreldawn: ([soldier] pew pew pew)
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With help from everyone who responded, I've found the shooting range in De Chima. And, with some notable generosity thanks to the Major, have managed to get a weapon more suitable for this planet. But thanks to another suggestion, I've been curious about this whole .. paint ball and laser tag thing.

What I guess I'm asking is, would anyone be interested in either of those events? Apparently you need teams of varying numbers.

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Apr. 19th, 2017 09:07 am
candor1: (Yavin . cara amistosa)
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[He's had plenty of time to toy with this gizmo (all technical terms, thank you mental projection of Kay that's moved back into his brain now that it's not too painful because there's a real Kay again, shush), but still hasn't put himself on it for more than a brief response to Catelyn Stark.

For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.

…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.

So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.

Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.

His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic to Earth American ears.]


I was wondering, if you're willing to share—

[on an open network, though that's not necessarily a good barometer of the network itself]

Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?

I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.

[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).


As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]


…and hello. My name's Cassian.
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[ She has the look of someone who hasn't slept much, or well, in days. And yet, underneath the surface fatigue, there is determination, that sort of dogged resolve that comes into play, not in the last mile of the marathon, with the end in sight, but somewhere in the middle, when you've gone too far to give up, but not far enough to be finished. Buying herself a moment, she takes a sip from the mug at her side. Coffee, something new from here, and most welcome in this time of all times. When she speaks, her tone is smooth and steady and clear. Whatever this is, she will weather it, as will her children. Also Jon. Shush. ]

Is anyone else awake? Some of my children are sleeping in what seems to be an unnatural , days-long rest.

[ She'll keep to herself for the moment just which ones sleep and which ones are awake. ]

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