Fenig - Leah | Adam, Myn -
Adam | Shawn, Redeye - Shawn | Wes - Alison | Kyp, Hobbie - Shel
Shelonei: ----------BEGIN--------------
Myn Donos: -=sitting in Downtime wondering what weird things will happen
today=-
Fenig Durak: ::On her way to Downtime, on the comm trying
to get a hold of Kyp now that she has his comm freq instead of Han's::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He sat in his seat, leaning back in his chair, while he
glanced at the datapad connected to Red-Eye beside him.::
Kyp Durron: -=Wandering the random levels of Coruscant,
bored out of his mind, but thinking about what's been going on lately.
hears his comlink chirp=- C>Durron here....
Adam Lyons: -=sits in the hidden corner
that Estra showed him once working with his datapad and watching out for
the "weird ones"=-
Fenig Durak: Hey, Kyp. It's Fen. Whatcha up to? ::SO
it's down to casual conversation already::
Kyp Durron: C> Just wandering around.
Myn Donos: -=wonders if he'll scare
any Jedi today=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He let out a very slight yawn, before leaning back in
his chair.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::Then he nuzzled in, leaning his head forward and slowly
snore began to form.::
Fenig Durak: Care to come bless me with your company?
::She wasn't being mean or sarcastic, but genuine. Yes, someone in this
galaxy besides Han likes Kyp::
Kyp Durron: C> You sure you wanna be seen hanging
around with me?
Red-Eye:
And off he goes.
Fenig Durak: Yes, I'm sure. Where are you at? Can you
get to Downtime or would you rather I meet you somewhere?
Adam Lyons: -=looks at the droid=- Uh
oh, I believe it's redeye, duck and cover!
Kyp Durron: C> Actually, I'm probably one level
up from there, outside I mean.
Kyp Durron: -=As he speaks, he vaults over the
railing and uses the Force to slow his fall to land on the level below
him.=- C> Correction, I'm on the same level.
Fenig Durak: C'mon down. I know a great juice mix that
I think you'd love. ::She laughed softly, imagining what he'd just done
to get on the same level. Where normal people use the turbo lift, Kyp prolly
jumped::
Kyp Durron: -=Soon arrives at Downtime, and peeks
inside, looking for Fenig=-
Myn Donos: -=idly gazes around Downtime, deep in thought=-
Red-Eye: ::Text continues to scroll along
the datapad for his "speaking" problem.::
Fenig Durak: ::Fenig had chosen a table while her mun
was being lazy and pinning fabric. SHe looked up and waved him over, indicating
two glasses and apitcher of fairly dark looking juice::
Kyp Durron: -=Slowly makes his way over, his lightsaber
banging against his thigh as he walks. He's dressed in such a dark shade
of blue, it's almost black.=-
Kyp Durron: -=His hands are in his pockets=-
Fenig Durak: Have a seat kid. I need your opinion on
this. ::She poured him a glass and slid it toward an empty chair. Now that
Fenig was pregnant, she was going to make more of an effort not to drink.
And since she rarely drinks as it is...
Fenig Durak: ::
Kyp Durron: -=A little bit of orange paint is still
visible on the white at histemples=- Sure, -=sits=- What's this? -=nods
at glass=-
Red-Eye: ::He whisteled and beeped as he
waited for someone to observe his text.::
Fenig Durak: IT's a few different types of juice and some
soda water
Kyp Durron: Oh, okay. -=nods and takes it up for
a sip=-
Kyp Durron: -=smiles=- it's good. Be right back.
-=looks over at the R2, gets curious, and makes his way over to read the
datpad plugged into its dataport=-
Red-Eye:
Someone please assist me in tipping over his chair.
Kyp Durron: -=laughs out loud=- Why?
Fenig Durak: ::FEnig has long since learned to ignore
that pesky droid::
Red-Eye: Because it annoys me that he has
powered down.
Kyp Durron: -=chuckles, and looks back at Fenig=-
the droid wants to tip this pilot's chair over.
Myn Donos: -=anyone insane enough would learn to avoid that droid like
the plague=-
Adam Lyons: -=snickers quietly in his corner away from home, aka the
cockpit of some simulator=-
Myn Donos: -=fortunately for him, Myn is very insane...=-
Kyp Durron: -=looks back at the droid=- I'm sorry,
Droid - but I have enough enemies as it is. I don't want to make any here.
Myn Donos: -=looks up=- Oh I think Shawn would know who to blame.
Red-Eye: Very well...The chair will be
coming out of his paycheck.
Kyp Durron: -=glances at Myn=- I'm not taking
chances. -=returns attentiontot he Droid=- How about I just wake him up
nicely?
Red-Eye: ::The
compartment opened and the Saw extracted.:: No need.
Myn Donos: -=shrugs=- Smart man.
Red-Eye: ::The saw began to be applied
to a leg of the chair, sawing at the leg.::
Kyp Durron: Woah, hey! -=takes a hand out of his
pocket and pulls the droid away with the Force=- Don't be doing that!
Red-Eye:
::Suddenly is flung back, half his work done.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::The chair had been half sawed through and it collapsed
the rest of the way, he fell over in one swift motion.:: UGH!!
Kyp Durron: -=wasn't quick enough to grab Shawn
before he fell.... curses! dang droid=-
Myn Donos: Hey Kyp...-=watches Shawn fall=- never mind...
Kyp Durron: -=holds a hand down to help Shawn
up=- You need to mindwipe that droid.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He gets up by himself and mumbles.::
Shawn Lovelett: if I mindwipe him, who'd I talk to?
Myn Donos: He might be like Whistler, always find some way to get his
memory back.
Kyp Durron: Maybe they make a " be nice" chip?
Myn Donos: No, those don't exist.
Kyp Durron: Pity.
Myn Donos: As long as they don't squeal while I'm dogfighting I'm happy.
Kyp Durron: -=puts his ignored hand back in his
pocket and steps back... he's got a bad feeling about this....=-
Red-Eye:
::It rolled back to shawn and whisteled and howled, his datapad on the
ground.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He picks up the datapad and whisteled.:: Where did you
pick up these curses?
Shawn Lovelett: ::He got himself a new chair and pulled it up to the table
before sitting down.::
Myn Donos: Shawn, probably either the droids or the other mechanics
besides the one sitting here.
Shawn Lovelett: Probably explains it...
Red-Eye:
Nextime you will listen when I instruct you upon proper manners.
Myn Donos: -=snickers=- Proper manners?
Kyp Durron: -=slowly heads back to sit with Feni=-
Shawn Lovelett: Don't ask...
Kyp Durron: -=selfconscious of the 'sabre banging
on his thigh=-
Shawn Lovelett: He's trying to get me back into a normal sleeping habit
and I'm telling him I don't need any help.
Myn Donos: -=grins=- I won't. And I've always thought that the pilot's
normal sleeping habit is whenever they're sleeping...
Fenig Durak: ::puts Fenig is a sort of thoughtful daze
for a few minutes so she can take a phone call::
Fenig Durak: ::Anyway, shaking out of her haze, she finally
lifted her glass and sipped.:: YUm!
Myn Donos: -=raises an eyebrow at the crazy mechanic who likes to blow
up things=- Yum?
Kyp Durron: -=wan smile=- Let me guess. I was
Fenig's guinea-groundigger?
Shawn Lovelett: Excuse me.. My uncle always told me never talk to people
who use the Force.. it's bad for your character. ::He said as he scooped
up his datapad and he began stepping away with the R2 unit.::
Kyp Durron: -=looks at Shawn=- I beg your pardon?
-=stands defensively=-
Myn Donos: -=looks between Shawn and Kyp and mutters=- Oh sith, not
again...
Shawn Lovelett: ::He stepped out the door waving his hand tiredly, he then
stepped outside into the hallway::
Kyp Durron: -=looks upset and angry, and starts
heading after hiim=-
Myn Donos: -=gets up=- Kyp! No! Come back here!
Kyp Durron: -=ignores Myn as he keeps walking,
almost stalking, to the exit=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He kept moving fast, the R2 unit trailing after, him he
stepped into the turbolift and the doors began to close.::
Kyp Durron: -=broke into a run, then growled as
Shawn disappeared into the turbolift=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::Then they closed.::
Shawn Lovelett
has left the room.
Fenig Durak: ::Thinking quick, she comms Kyp again::
You ok,KYp?
Myn Donos: -=follows Kyp quickly and then when Kyp speeds up, he runs
after him=- Sith it! Stop Kyp!
Kyp Durron: -=bangs the side of his fist against
the turbolift door and sighes, turning=- C> Yeah. Fine. -=dark voice=-
Myn Donos: -=skids to a stop by the turbolift=- Were you insulted
by the Jedi comment?
Fenig Durak: Kyp? ::She sighed audibly:: You can't win
'em all.
Fenig Durak: ::What a comfort, neh?::
Kyp Durron: For myself, no. For all the others,
yes. -=frowns and turns to slam the side of his fist against the doors again
in frustration=- C> It's just not fair.
Fenig Durak: I know it' snot, Kyp, but why don't you and
Myn come back and buy me a celebratory juice, hmm? ::There was a hint of
happiness in her voice to aide in calming the situation::
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- I know, but you know what I do? I ignore and
dismiss their opinions off as ignorance...
Kyp Durron: C> yeah. -=clicks comm off then
mumbles incoherently, something that sounds like some REALLY strong curses
he learned on Kessel=-
Myn Donos: -=whistles and follows Kyp quietly=-
Kyp Durron: -=gets back and sits at Fenig's table
again with a dark aura of upsetitivity about him.=-
Myn Donos: -=sits down at Feni's table after getting his stuff at his
old table=-
Fenig Durak: ::Which, though she's not a Force sensitive,
made the hair on Fen's neck stand on end:: Hey Myn, break out that juice
that tastes like Alderaani wine, huh? I feel like making a toast.
Myn Donos: -=rolls his eyes=- Like I know which one that is...
Kyp Durron: -=folds his arms and leans back in
his chair, his faroff gaze somewhere in the not so distant past=-
Fenig Durak: It's the one with the Alderaani looking label
but says non-alcoholic on it.
Myn Donos: -=shrugs=- Ahh, ok, -=grabs the bottle that Feni described
and brings it back to the table=-
Myn Donos: -=as he sits down, he grins evilly=- Oh great mechanic,
I offer this bottle to you as a sacrafice...
Fenig Durak: ::Taking the bottle from Myn, and glasses
she assumes he brought, she poured three glasses and passsed them out::
ALright, you guys, I've got a bit of news for you.
Fenig Durak: ::sarcastic snort to Myn for that::
Kyp Durron: -=snaps back to the present, slamming
down all emotional shields so he doesn't radiate any longer.=- What is it,
Fenig?
Myn Donos: This should be interesting
Fenig Durak: ::She raised her glass a bit, clearing her
throat in preparation:: Well, ::quick breath:: I'm pregnant.
Kyp Durron: -=blinks=-
Fenig Durak: ::tries not to grin too big::
Kyp Durron: -=soft smile=- Congratulations.
Myn Donos: -=eyes widen=- Wow...is it you and Wes? Wow -=suprised,
obviously=-
Myn Donos: -=takes the time to take a sip to attempt to get a handle
on himself=-
Fenig Durak: ::She waited for Myn to stop sputtering before
nodding:: Yes, mine and Wes'
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Congratulations, I know you'll make a great mother
and Wes'll make an interesting father...
Adam Lyons: -=sitting back in the corner Adam raises an eyebrow as he
takes in the news=- That certainly is good
news.
Kyp Durron: Fenig, does Wes know?
Kyp Durron: -=thinks worriedly about the other
night=-
Fenig Durak: ::she nodded:: Yes, I told Wes when he woke
up after his own little bacta bath. ::Her smile betrayed that it was indeed
good news to both parents::
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Most certainly good news
Kyp Durron: -=nods=- Does he know you're spreading
this wonderful news? -=concerned that Wes get angry=-
Fenig Durak: Well, either I tell people now, or they find
out in 5, 6 months when I balloon up.
Fenig Durak: But I doubt he'll be angry
Kyp Durron: He may want to be in on though.
Fenig Durak: I think he'll deal. ::She frowned softly
at Kyp, wondering..:: Why the concern though?
Myn Donos: -=grins=- I have a feeling he already is...
Kyp Durron: -=shrugs and doesn't answer=-
Myn Donos: Because somehow it wouldn't make much sense if he wasn't...-=shrugs=-
Of course where we are not too many things make sense...
Kyp Durron: -=to myn=- I mean in on letting people
know.
Myn Donos: Well, people will eventually figure it out on their own.
Kyp Durron: -=looks at myn, sighs=- nevermind.
-=looks at fenig=- I do suggest, though, that you let him tell some people,
or be there when you do.
Wes Janson
has entered the room.
Kyp Durron: -=sips at the non alcoholic alderaanian
wine stuff=- But anyhow, Congratulations.
Myn Donos: -=grins and winks at Feni then looks at Kyp=- Well there
are times where Wes can be like a phantom, he's there one second and gone
the next.
Wes Janson: -=walks into downtime and stands behind Myn=-
Hey guys.
Myn Donos: -=looks up then looks back at everyone else=- See what
I mean?
Kyp Durron: -=turns and looks at Wes and stays
quiet=-
Fenig Durak: ::Grins sweetly up to Wes:: Answer a question
for me, hun?
Wes Janson: -=pulls up a seat next to Fenni and smiles=-
Sure.
Kyp Durron: -=watches Wes warily, still silent=-
Myn Donos: I hope she isn't asking him to wear a dress at my wedding...
Fenig Durak: Would you be upset if I told some of our
friends about our baby when you weren't there? ::nods to Myn and Kyp meaningfully::
Myn Donos: -=breaths a sigh of relief=-
Wes Janson: -=slants eyes slightly=- Isn't it a bit early
to be telling everyone?
Fenig Durak: I jsut told these two. If you don't want
me to, I won't.
Wes Janson: Well... -=he bit his lip=- Where I'm from,
it's bad luck to tell anyone outside of direct family until the third month...
and definatly not on the third DAY...
Adam Lyons: I'm not going to tell anyone, it's none of my business...-=rinse and repeat=-
Fenig Durak: Really? ::She canted her head curiously::
Huh. Learn something new everday
Wes Janson: And with these three knowing, the rest of coruscant
is going to know within a week. -=groans slightly. he was getting a headache=-
Myn Donos: Not this time, I do have other things to do Wes, and I happen
to not care what the rest of Coruscant would like to know.
Wes Janson: -=raises an eyebrown at Myn=-
Kyp Durron: I won't be telling anyone. I don't
*know* anyone.
Myn Donos: I have bigger fish to fry...
Fenig Durak: ::She scooted her chair closer and draped
an arm over the back of Wes' chair, her fingers rubbing a therapeutic course
along the back of his neck:: I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd mind.
Wes Janson: -=he shrugged a bit... more that he knew his
reputation was going to very quickly go down the tubes if Fenni didn't
keep the secret to herself=-
Fenig Durak: ::That was kinda the point, but she'll keep
it quiet if that's what he wants::
Myn Donos: -=looks at Wes=- Besides, the only one I would tell would
be Kirney and I wouldn't be suprised if somehow she knew already.
Wes Janson: -=looks at Feni=- i wouldn't be surprised.
Myn Donos: Though I get the impression from Feni that the only ones
she's told so far are You, Hobbie, Kyp and me, and that's a pretty good
circle for now.
Fenig Durak: ::she retracted her arm from around
Wes' shoulder and scowled at him:;
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Besides, Kirney's one of the best at finding
out information...
Wes Janson: Actually, I'd put my sister on that list.
She finds out way too much dirt on people without them knowing it. I bet
she knows and has told my mom already.
Kyp Durron: Have you seen her?
Myn Donos: Hmm, have to find a way to put a clamp on it I guess.
Wes Janson: Not yet. She isn't really talking to me, and
Cracken says she has gone on a mental vacation.
Myn Donos: -=growls at the mention of Cracken's name=-
Kyp Durron: -=falls into thought=-
Fenig Durak: ::Her arms crossed loosely over her
chest, Fenig did her best to not be angry, feeding herself lines of justification
and soothing thoughts. IT wasn't working quite as well as usual::
Kyp Durron: -=looks at Myn curiously=- You don't
like Cracken, do you?
Myn Donos: -=shakes his head angrily=- No.
Wes Janson: -=he noticed feni and smirked=- you know, the
other pilots are going to kill me when you start getting all moody and stuff
at work.
Fenig Durak: ::Her nose wrinkled in the start of
a real scowl, but she kept most of it in check:: Yeah, well, it could be
worse.
Kyp Durron: -=regards Myn silently=- Why? -=asked
quietly=-
Myn Donos: -=sighs, getting rid of most of his anger=- A couple of
reasons...
Wes Janson: How worse?
Kyp Durron: -=raises his eyebrows=-
Fenig Durak: I could be six months along rather
than 5 days. ::deadpan and very flat toned::
Myn Donos: -=sighs again and looks at Kyp=- It's a really long story...
Wes Janson: That day will come... and I'll be on a boat
to Tattooinee by then. -=he grinned.=-
Kyp Durron: -=nods=- I understand long stories.
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- So yeah...I'm
suprised he didn't understand from all the anger I had welled up...
Kyp Durron: -=oh, he felt the anger... he just didnt
know why and he doesn't wanna tear the reason from his mind, Kyp don't
do that unless it's really necessary naymore=-
Fenig Durak: I"ll be sure to tell the port authorities
to arrest you on site and send you back then ::She grinned a bit evilly::
Hobbie Klivian: -=Hobbie quietly entered and went to
the sidebar for some caf.=-
Fenig Durak: ::Though she was still fairly PO'ed,
she let a touch of a smile tug at her lips as her eyes followed Hobbie.
Poor guy needed a lot more than just isolation right now::
Adam Lyons: -=watches the boss as he gets his caf=- There's the incredible caf monster stalking his prey...if
you want to get him mad, you have to give him a wet willy...
Kyp Durron: -=gaze travells to the sidebar, his
attention having been caught by the motion, and then held by the wave of
hopelessness radiating from the blonde man=-
Myn Donos: -=watches Hobbie, then sighs and shakes his head not knowing
what to do=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=Hobbie gets a few large mugs of
caf, black, and quietly slips out without a word.=-
Kyp Durron: -=Kyp frowns and shakes his head with
a sigh, before returning his attention back to everyone else in the room.=-
Fenig Durak: ::once he was gone, she looked back
to the others:: I know this may seem like an understatement, or redundant,
but I'm worried about Hobbie.
Myn Donos: -=nods=- Yeah, wish there was something that I could do.
Myn Donos: -=looks at Feni=- He needs a vacation...
Wes Janson: I'll talk to him tonight when I get home.
Myn Donos: -=looks at Wes=- Good luck...
Kyp Durron: -=not really looking at anyone, just
kinda off in his own world. whispers, barely audible=- Hopelessness...
Fenig Durak: ::She nodded at Kyp:: You don't
have to be a Jedi to feel it.
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- He practically broadcasts it.
Kyp Durron: Hmm? -=looks up, snapping back to
the present=- yeah, -=smiles chagrined=- But it's deep.... there's nothing
there but that. *Nothing*
Kyp Durron: There should be something else there...
even if it's underlying. But there isn't.
Kyp Durron: -=frowns and looks down=-
Wes Janson: -=sits back in chair, his eyes where Hobbie
had exited and thought=-
Myn Donos: -=looks at the ceiling=- I think it'd take a miracle to
get Hobbie out of that funk.
Kyp Durron: -=shrugs=- I don't know if a miracle
would do it for that man. -=looks back at the door. He doesn't really
know Hobbie, but he knows emotional scarring, and that man had more than
he should. If he were
Force sensitive.....=-
Kyp Durron: -=shudders=-
Myn Donos: Well, the one I'm thinking of would go a long way...
Wes Janson: He just needs to get laid. -=the words were
out of his mouth before he realized them=-
Kyp Durron: -=blinks and looks at Wes in shock,
not believing he said that...=-
Kyp Durron: -=blushes and quickly leaves the table
to hide the blush iin the act of getting more juice for himself and Fenig=-
Myn Donos: -=sighs and shakes his head=-
Fenig Durak: You know a fwe women, Wes. Set him
up with one. ::Again, deadpanned::
Wes Janson: The only one I can think of is currently cooking
a bun in her oven -=he grinned at Feni=-
Fenig Durak: ::She narrowed her eyes a little::
So much for the Wes Janson reputation.
Wes Janson: Hey, i don't plan on sharing my black books
with Hobbie.
Fenig Durak: You don't know any that you *haven't*
slept with?
Myn Donos: -=mutters=- The first woman he meets and doesn't scare
off, he's going to marry...
Wes Janson: -=thinks real hard=- Well, there was that bothan
librarian... but I think she was dating the desk clerk upstairs.
Fenig Durak: Ugh ::she groaned disgustedly, rolling
her eyes and angling her legs away from Wes::
Kyp Durron: -=returns with the two glasses of
juice, setting one before feni before he sits down and stares at his own=-
Fenig Durak: ::She smiled gratefully to Kyp and
occupies her attention with her juice::
Wes Janson: Nah, I'll just hunt him down and have a chat
with him. Threaten to bring Wedge and Tycho along.
Myn Donos: Been a long time since he's seen them...
Fenig Durak: I've heard so much about those two
and I have yet to meet them
Wes Janson: They're both off, raising their families.
I heard a baby crying last time I talked to Tyc... I wonder what the kid
looks like.
Hobbie Klivian: -=Finished with his two cups of caf,
he goes for two more, slipping into the room hoping not to get paid attention
as he goes for more. =-
Hobbie Klivian: -=He doesn't want to fall asleep, he's
almost afraid to. He's been having nightmares, so he's just gonna work
until he collapses=-
Wes Janson: -=sees Hobbie and jumps up=- Hey Hobs!
Hobbie Klivian: -=winces and turns=- Oh, hi Wes.
Wes Janson: Come join us!
Hobbie Klivian: -=waves a hand at the caf machine=-
Nah, I've got a lot of work to catch up on. You know, from when I was
busy floating. I think they keep me there on purpose.
Wes Janson: The work can wait. Fenni's temper won't.
Come enjoy the last few moments of fun we have.
Myn Donos: -=snickers=-
Hobbie Klivian: I really shouldn't, Wes. -=turns to
fill up the mugs of caf=-
Wes Janson: -=pushing away from table and walking to Hobbie=-
Come on man, humor me.
Hobbie Klivian: -='He probably hasn't even noticed
I've moved out yet.'=- Wes, please.... Let me just get back to work.
Fenig Durak: ::She threw a napkin at Wes' head::
I'm only pissy with you
Wes Janson: -=wes grabbed one of Hobbie's mugs, only having
one hand to do so, and started back to the table=- Glad you could pencil
us in then, hobbie.
Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs and heads after Wes=- Alright,
but just for a few minutes. I'm really behind.
Hobbie Klivian: -=nods to eveyon at the table=- Hello.
Myn Donos: Hey
Hobbie Klivian: -=smiles fakely for feni and myn and
wes, but frowns slightly when he sees Kyp there, but quickly wipes it away
beneath his usual dour expression=-
Fenig Durak: ::She wasn't lying about only being
pissy with Wes as she smiled warmly to Hobbie:: Have a seat, kick your feet
up.
Kyp Durron: -=nods to Hobbie, knowing the man
doesn't really like him too well=- Hello.
Hobbie Klivian: -=Quietly sits down and sighs=- You
all happy now?
Myn Donos: -=grins=- Well, you could sing and dance...
Kyp Durron: -=Looks sadly at Hobbie, knowing something
the man doesn't know. 'poor guy.'=-
Fenig Durak: Hey, ::she frowned:: that's hardly
fair. We just miss seeing you everyday.
Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs=- Been busy.
Wes Janson: We'll be happy when you are. -=sits down between
Feni and Hobbie=-
Fenig Durak: ::forgetting the little thing she'd
been PO'ed at Wes about, she scoots once again closer to Wes to rest a hand
on his knee::
Hobbie Klivian: -=pastes on the most false grin anyone
could possibly create=- I am happy!
Myn Donos: -=somehow, the word "Force Genie" comes to mind=-
Wes Janson: Liar. -=smirks=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs and drops the facade=- Alright,
content, then.
Fenig Durak: We just want the best for you, Hobbs.
::Is it just me, or is Fen the only one *not* smiling. Sides Hobbie that
is::
Hobbie Klivian: Really, guys, I'm fine.
Myn Donos: -=wonders if Hobbie's having a good moment=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=drinks down the caf, both cafs,
then stands=- Well, I'm back to work. Good seeing you all again.
Hobbie Klivian: -=Hobbie quickly leaves before anyone
cn stop hiim=-
Wes Janson: I'll see you tonight at home then, right?
Hobbie Klivian: -=doesn't answer as he disappears
out from downtime, almost looking like he's fleeing=-
Kyp Durron: You're not going to see him tonight
at home, Wes....
Fenig Durak: ::glances at Kyp:: How do you know
that?
Kyp Durron: I don't know... I just... do.
Fenig Durak: ::looks to Wes curiously::
Kyp Durron: As he left, I got this picture in my
head of a piece of flimsy on a caf table. But maybe that's my imagination.
Wes Janson: -=blinks=- If he's not there, I'll find him.
Myn Donos: -=sighs=- Yeah, check out quartermasters if you can't..if
I understand Kyp correctly
Fenig Durak: ::She squeezed his knee gently, her
thoughts on what Kyp had pictured. Could they have missed something?::
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