fandomtownies | Outside the Arms Hotel, In the Wee Pre-Dawn Hours, Monday

"We mutiny!" Rikku announced, pumping her fist into the air. "Against ... um. Against anything we don't like! And for the things we do like!"

Okay, so Room 12 of the Arms Hotel -- Rikku, Gwen Cooper, Yzma, and one of the two Buffy Summerses -- had had rather a lot of liquor last night (not that it took much liquor to get Rikku tipsy, but that was hardly the point) and with all of those sane, rational people in one room, with the bonus of liquor spurring them along, the brilliant idea had been birthed: that they should absolutely have some kind of a Naked Mutiny. Against ... erm ... something. Maybe clothing?! The details had been fuzzy.

Not that everyone was naked! Rikku herself was rocking several beaded necklaces on top, and a tool belt on the bottom. But, you know, not everyone could be as brave as Yzma, who was truly a sight to behold. A lot.

This was going to end very poorly for all involved. That was sort of a given, right?

(Fellow roomies were modded with permission. Anyone is welcome to pop in and join the chaos, which is headed to ... maybe a warehouse, for graffiti-related purposes? They have not exactly thought this through, so who knows where they'll actually end up. Major SP in effect for time zone insanity! Please wait for minor OCD!)

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"It really has been," Luke agreed, hugging back. "How are you?"

"I'm good." Alive and never going through her actual, terrible canon fate. "Mom and I have an agreement on the hunting thing, so we don't fight over that any more. How about you?"

"Also good," Luke said, beaming. "And an uncle!"

"Really? Congratulations!" She figured he was the most adorable uncle.

He totally was. "Leia had twins!" he said gleefully. "Which is good because the rest of the news is all war and creepy admirals and weird Jedi hermits that Dad hates, but Dad hates pretty much everything."

"Awwww," Jo said. "And oh. You keeping safe out there?"

For definitions of safe that involved being a dorky Jedi.

"As well as I can," Luke said, smiling. "I have all the limbs I left high school with."

You left high school with only one of your original hands, Luke. "I should find that more reassuring than I do."

Luke had the grace to look kind of sheepish about it. "So I shouldn't tell you about the time I put myself into a coma because I was stuck in a ship with almost no breathable oxygen?"

Luke, your life.

"Please tell you've at least found someone to haul you out of the fires?"

This was why you needed a girlfriend, Luke.

"Han and Leia count, right?" Luke tried.

Oh, Luke, honey, no.

"There's probably a point where that becomes creepy."

"Well, Leia and I can basically talk telepathically ~~depending on the writer~~, so I think we've kind of passed creepy," he admitted.

"So long as you know when not to talk to each other."

"We're still working some of that out," Luke said. "Yes to during battles, no to keep each other amused in boring meetings."

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