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What: The Exile's adventures and misadventures in a world she wishes she wasn't in.
When: October
Where: All over
Warning(s): Just her sarcasm.
Wyver streets
[ If she's going to be stuck in a quaint little town in the middle of summer, the the Exile is going to make sure to make the most of it. "The most of it" meaning that she will be doing her best to do as little as possible whenever she's not taking mercenary jobs, tuning herself to the Force and being a general annoyance.
All in all, she has less time than she had thought to laze around, but she's certainly committed to both find and make the most of said time.
So she can be found on a corner, sitting cross legged surrounded by children. Most of them are there just for the show, but others bring her things. Small mechanical toys and what not that have stopped worked for some reason or another and which the Exile fixes diligently while listening to stories of the city and it inhabitants. Kids see things, after all. They'll tell her stuff the more untrustworthy adults won't.
She also makes some wooden dolls dance with the Force, so it's a good show all around. ]
Okay, what's next? And no, I'm not fixing your father's heating engine.
Thesa Station Observation Room
[ Be it by choice or by the very nature of her world, the Exile is drawn to the stars. Not that she can really go out there and travel (which she sometimes really, really wants to do) but at least there's a big observatory deck from which she can try to chart the stars and try (and fail) to find some semblance to her world. It this place a different iteration or a completely new beast altogether? It's not the sort of question she thinks will yield any useful answer, at least not to her, but it's a good way to not think about the fact she's stuck down there.
Also, drawing large star maps is a very cool activity when you know what you're doing. She's working on some fancy 3d hologram thing that resembles the star maps of her world, so that's a plus. ]
Maybe some constellations? You'll be... [ She starts connecting some stars on the section of the map she's charted. ] ...the Hutt's tail. Sorry, but someone's gotta draw that short stick.
[ She might also be looking for an excuse to give horrible names to things. ]
A watering hole in Wyver
[ There's cantinas everywhere and while the Exile has never been a heavy drinker she has to admit to herself than the quiet of the place she picked is exactly what she needs. The music is easily tuned out, the patrons want nothing to do with her and she's drinking the equivalent to grape juice, so it's not like she's about to cause some trouble.
The fact she's making her drink slowly spin on the table shouldn't be a cause for concern either.
She's not showing off though; the fact her connection tot he Force has been weakened is evident to her and it bothers her far more than she lets on. It's a good thing in the sense that she feels less like a monster, but it's also a bad thing when she considers the fact that anything but her best might not allow her to thrive in here. Better make good graces with whoever can fix her situation soon.
Meanwhile though, she needs to keep herself sharp.
But the Exile gets a little too sharp maybe, because suddenly the glass shatters (without spilling drink all over her, thankfully) and she feels kind of silly. ]
I'm going to need a sturdier mug. And an actual drink, I think.
Wildcard
[ Idk surprise me? ]
saucius) & YOU + closed startersWhat: The Exile's adventures and misadventures in a world she wishes she wasn't in.
When: October
Where: All over
Warning(s): Just her sarcasm.
Wyver streets
[ If she's going to be stuck in a quaint little town in the middle of summer, the the Exile is going to make sure to make the most of it. "The most of it" meaning that she will be doing her best to do as little as possible whenever she's not taking mercenary jobs, tuning herself to the Force and being a general annoyance.
All in all, she has less time than she had thought to laze around, but she's certainly committed to both find and make the most of said time.
So she can be found on a corner, sitting cross legged surrounded by children. Most of them are there just for the show, but others bring her things. Small mechanical toys and what not that have stopped worked for some reason or another and which the Exile fixes diligently while listening to stories of the city and it inhabitants. Kids see things, after all. They'll tell her stuff the more untrustworthy adults won't.
She also makes some wooden dolls dance with the Force, so it's a good show all around. ]
Okay, what's next? And no, I'm not fixing your father's heating engine.
Thesa Station Observation Room
[ Be it by choice or by the very nature of her world, the Exile is drawn to the stars. Not that she can really go out there and travel (which she sometimes really, really wants to do) but at least there's a big observatory deck from which she can try to chart the stars and try (and fail) to find some semblance to her world. It this place a different iteration or a completely new beast altogether? It's not the sort of question she thinks will yield any useful answer, at least not to her, but it's a good way to not think about the fact she's stuck down there.
Also, drawing large star maps is a very cool activity when you know what you're doing. She's working on some fancy 3d hologram thing that resembles the star maps of her world, so that's a plus. ]
Maybe some constellations? You'll be... [ She starts connecting some stars on the section of the map she's charted. ] ...the Hutt's tail. Sorry, but someone's gotta draw that short stick.
[ She might also be looking for an excuse to give horrible names to things. ]
A watering hole in Wyver
[ There's cantinas everywhere and while the Exile has never been a heavy drinker she has to admit to herself than the quiet of the place she picked is exactly what she needs. The music is easily tuned out, the patrons want nothing to do with her and she's drinking the equivalent to grape juice, so it's not like she's about to cause some trouble.
The fact she's making her drink slowly spin on the table shouldn't be a cause for concern either.
She's not showing off though; the fact her connection tot he Force has been weakened is evident to her and it bothers her far more than she lets on. It's a good thing in the sense that she feels less like a monster, but it's also a bad thing when she considers the fact that anything but her best might not allow her to thrive in here. Better make good graces with whoever can fix her situation soon.
Meanwhile though, she needs to keep herself sharp.
But the Exile gets a little too sharp maybe, because suddenly the glass shatters (without spilling drink all over her, thankfully) and she feels kind of silly. ]
I'm going to need a sturdier mug. And an actual drink, I think.
Wildcard
[ Idk surprise me? ]
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( there were, and all made by her mother. for the health and prosperity of them all, she had been told, ever since she was a very small girl. now... seeing what she has of her mother, and her refusal to participate in their duty, Diana is forced to question. )
I wonder what my mother would say of me now, disobeying so many of her commands. ( was she more of a sorrow than a joy, now? it is sad to consider that she may never know. )