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fandomtownies2014-02-09 05:15 pm
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Il Pollo, Sunday evening
Well, the funeral was a joke, the first wedding was actually a joke, and the second one didn't have a conclusion. But what it did have was a murder, and that murder led to an opportunity.
Jessica became the Mayor of Our Lady of Fandom for exactly long enough to sell the oil reserves underneath the old church. That resulted in what she liked to think of as insurance money. Sure, she had the combined Skywalker and Stark fortunes coming her way one day, and that would be nice. But there were so many people between her and that sweet cash. So many people, so much time, and far too much of it spent pretending to be Jaina's son that she once stole. This was better. Now she could be herself. Now she could do her own thing. Now she only had to be Howie Solo-Stark when she choose to be him.
And so she was spending her evening the way any sexy teenage multi-billionaire oil baroness would; with a good, expensive dinner and a small cup of espresso. She was independently wealthy now, after all. She didn't have to worry about cops OR deal in the common brands of caffeine.
[OOC: Open, of course.]
Jessica became the Mayor of Our Lady of Fandom for exactly long enough to sell the oil reserves underneath the old church. That resulted in what she liked to think of as insurance money. Sure, she had the combined Skywalker and Stark fortunes coming her way one day, and that would be nice. But there were so many people between her and that sweet cash. So many people, so much time, and far too much of it spent pretending to be Jaina's son that she once stole. This was better. Now she could be herself. Now she could do her own thing. Now she only had to be Howie Solo-Stark when she choose to be him.
And so she was spending her evening the way any sexy teenage multi-billionaire oil baroness would; with a good, expensive dinner and a small cup of espresso. She was independently wealthy now, after all. She didn't have to worry about cops OR deal in the common brands of caffeine.
[OOC: Open, of course.]