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Jaina Solo Fel ([personal profile] solo_sword) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2014-02-10 10:04 am

The Perk- Monday afternoon

Why did Jaina keep coming back to this town again? Right, the people.

Of course she'd wasted the weekend by being crazy again, and she was going to have to tell her boyfriend about how she'd almost married her ex in a way that would hopefully sound not too bad, and now she was trying to schedule a new portal since she'd missed hers last night. Of course that wasn't going as planned, because it never did.

So if you happened into the Perk you'd see Jaina with her coffee and her phone, but you might also hear her muttering threats about destroying Portalocity and all it stood for. So... same old, same old.


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[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2014-02-10 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well that was a reason why I don't come back here," Luke said, flopping into a chair.

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2014-02-10 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I declared my never-ending devotion to someone, it's clear today, was a guy in a terrible wig," Luke said.

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2014-02-10 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's that," Luke admitted. "How about you?"

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2014-02-10 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Luke burst out laughing. "This town," he said.

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2014-02-10 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can I recommend not holding it here?" Luke replied.

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2014-02-10 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"If at all?" Luke repeated. "Really?"
Edited 2014-02-10 19:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] playsforkepesh 2014-02-10 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh no," Sam said, overhearing some of that muttering and turning away from the counter where she had been waiting for her drink. "What have we done now?"

She was sympathetic. She had no doubt that Jaina's struggle was real.

[identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com 2014-02-11 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Eleanor was only in town to run a few brisk errands, but when she recognized the girl at the Perk, she had to stop.

"Hello," she said, in a halting British accent that was far different from the flat American one she'd had over the weekend. "I ... don't know you? But I wanted to say I was sorry, for being ... horrible."

Atton had reassured her that this was simply what people did, for the weekend, but she'd caused several scenes at this Jaina's wedding, and that at least merited an apology.

[identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com 2014-02-11 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I was told that this morning," Eleanor said, returning the smile with visible relief. "I'm sorry that your wedding turned into such a disaster."

Oh, wait, it'll catch up with her any second now.

"... It wasn't ... a real wedding, was it?"

[identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com 2014-02-11 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Not so far as I know," Eleanor said. "I spent the weekend calling myself Skywalker and scheming against -- werewolves, I believe. My real last name is Lamb."

She hesitated. "Are you from Rapture?"

[identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com 2014-02-11 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"All right," she said, with a laugh. "I always thought I'd like to have a large family, but that wasn't quite what I pictured."

And because she couldn't resist her curiosity, she added, "... Have you known most of your grooms, at least? For your various weddings."

[identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com 2014-02-11 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Even death is temporary?" Eleanor asked. "Were our bodies not ... real, then? That would ... be something of a relief."

She flushed. "It would ... mean avoiding certain consequences of some of the more radical decisions, at least."

You know. Like, say, banging a guy in a confessional. Did she get a do-over on that one?

[identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com 2014-02-11 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone's been rather kind about that," Eleanor said. "I didn't mean the consequences psychologically, exactly. I meant more of the ... physical consequences. Like if you found yourself ..."

There was no polite way to say this, was there?

"Exchanging affection for addictive substances," she said. "And were thoroughly careless about doing so responsibly."