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revivalproject2024-03-13 10:04 pm
out_of_order) wrote in revivalproject2024-03-13 10:04 pm
It's a Good Day to Jedi
WHO: Cal Kestis, BD-1 and you?
WHERE: This spaceport thing
WHAT: Things
WHEN: Yes
WARNINGS: N/A
Sometimes even space monks or former space monk-apprentices turned scrappers need to enjoy themselves and take a break from being busy. Not that Cal isn't going to do his part in finding the necessary components to fix things up back at the Agrii ship, but so long as things feel that way down below Engineering, he knows he won't be much help. It bothers him, but not so much as not knowing the reason that it feels so volatile down there.
Spaceports and people...it's a big shift. He hasn't been around this many people since... Well, his time here before he was sent back and brought again just makes things a bit hazy, time-wise. The most people he's ever been around recently has been the Agrii, and before that, overly generous amounts of Stormtroopers. But there's something nice about being here, around people going about their business and lives. Maybe it's the fact that there's no war going on somewhere, or an overly oppressive Empire trying to change all the rules.
"Just voyeuristic aliens with some twisted ideas of entertainment," he mutters dryly, earning an inquisitive beep from the droid hanging off his back. Cal chuckles a little, shaking his head. "Just thinking aloud, BeeDee."
One can find the Jedi perusing the offerings in the makeshift open-cargo market, mostly out of curiosity, partially out of hope of seeing something that might be familiar, some hint that maybe a galaxy he knows is still somewhere in this universe.
Otherwise you might find Cal having a bite of some greasy street food or another. Sticks of barbecue or something fried, whatever he's munching at the moment, if he catches sight of someone from the ship, he'll grin, just slightly guilty, but holds out some for them to try. "This is probably really unhealthy but it is so good."
Or you might catch him just as he drops down from a wild wall-run to grab the other end of a slipping cord before the lamp connected to the other end goes crashing down on anyone below. Just some casual heroics, you know how it is. Sure, he probably could have just used the Force to grab it but where was the fun in that?
WHERE: This spaceport thing
WHAT: Things
WHEN: Yes
WARNINGS: N/A
Sometimes even space monks or former space monk-apprentices turned scrappers need to enjoy themselves and take a break from being busy. Not that Cal isn't going to do his part in finding the necessary components to fix things up back at the Agrii ship, but so long as things feel that way down below Engineering, he knows he won't be much help. It bothers him, but not so much as not knowing the reason that it feels so volatile down there.
Spaceports and people...it's a big shift. He hasn't been around this many people since... Well, his time here before he was sent back and brought again just makes things a bit hazy, time-wise. The most people he's ever been around recently has been the Agrii, and before that, overly generous amounts of Stormtroopers. But there's something nice about being here, around people going about their business and lives. Maybe it's the fact that there's no war going on somewhere, or an overly oppressive Empire trying to change all the rules.
"Just voyeuristic aliens with some twisted ideas of entertainment," he mutters dryly, earning an inquisitive beep from the droid hanging off his back. Cal chuckles a little, shaking his head. "Just thinking aloud, BeeDee."
One can find the Jedi perusing the offerings in the makeshift open-cargo market, mostly out of curiosity, partially out of hope of seeing something that might be familiar, some hint that maybe a galaxy he knows is still somewhere in this universe.
Otherwise you might find Cal having a bite of some greasy street food or another. Sticks of barbecue or something fried, whatever he's munching at the moment, if he catches sight of someone from the ship, he'll grin, just slightly guilty, but holds out some for them to try. "This is probably really unhealthy but it is so good."
Or you might catch him just as he drops down from a wild wall-run to grab the other end of a slipping cord before the lamp connected to the other end goes crashing down on anyone below. Just some casual heroics, you know how it is. Sure, he probably could have just used the Force to grab it but where was the fun in that?