#likeaforcekickintheteeth

[theraggedymadman]

{ + 5 new travelers }

   "Wouldn't happened to have seen a mannequin pass by with a missing arm?                                                        Or maybe two?

[republicism]

+5

         "I wasn't expecting company. At least not at this hour." Anakin leaned slightly against the doorway to his apartment, donning his full Jedi garb from the Council meeting that afternoon. R2-D2 whirred by his side, releasing a series of curious bleeps and blips. There wasn't much time to spare before his and Obi-wan's assignment demanded they load back into their small shuttle and head for Geonosis. But at least the Jedi Council allowed an evening of free-time to indulge.  Anakin observed his visitor closely, almost suspiciously. There would be no warm welcomes until the true intentions were out of the way.  "And you are...?"

[gotnothinleft]

{jailbait}

[His head feels like someone's been rummaging through it, which someone has.]

    I'm not sure what the hell you were trying to do there, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't work on the psi-powered.

[gotnothinleft]

"Oh," she said, with a frown, before holding her arms out for him to take it back. "So, it's -- a bad thing?"

[He raises an eyebrow.]

  I like them just fine.

          But, for example, Mr. Scott would tell you differently.  Mostly because it was his equipment they were getting into.

                       They're not exactly dangerous, just--a pain in the ass.

[gotnothinleft]

Ina gave a few experimental squeezes. It squeaked with each one, and Ina decided that, yes. "Thank you, Healer," she said, with a small smile. "This is an acceptable gift. Here." Shifting the creature to under one arm, she dug in her hip pouches. Frowning, she moved the Tribble, and dug in the other side. "I want to reciprocate. What is something that you want?" Ina disliked using her clout on Jenovia, but -- She was nothing if not fair.

[For a moment, his face is blank, and then he catches up and both of his eyebrows shoot up.]

   Ohhh, no.

              They're cute and fuzzy, all right, but for one thing, I'm not licensed to sell 'em, and for another, you don't actually want them on board anything you like.

     They breed like it's going out of style if you feed them wrong--we learned the hard way that fried furball doesn't do well for circuitry or your sandwich; they get into everything they possibly can.

We keep them around as experimental specimens, mostly.

[gotnothinleft]

Ina had heard Red Shirt with Funny Accent talk about Tribbles. Apparently, they were cute. Holding the chirring little creature gently, she reached out with the Force, petting it idly. Its signature in the Force was very similar to its appearance: warm, fuzzy, and comforting. "Healer, what is its purpose?" she asked, after a moment.

[Oddly enough, 'healer' as a title doesn't annoy him in the slightest; it's one that was occasionally used on Capella and it actually seems to fit him better than many of the other things you occasionally hear used on doctors.

      Doctor is a occupation, healer is a vocation.

               Her question brings a spark of amusement into his eyes.]

   It's cute.  And fuzzy.

[gotnothinleft]

"So -- What's a 'tribble?'"

[...he's got one in his office.

                               No, no reason.  He vanishes for a moment and reappears with about four ounces of furry football.]

     I think the best way to explain it is to say 'here'.

                      [He holds it out with one hand.]

                                        Don't drop it.

       [Not that he's sure that would actually hurt it.]

[aviophobicbones]

Grey eyes grew shrewd. "You know, it's very unwise to lie to a Jedi."

            "Then don't ask stupid questions."