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revivalproject2020-06-03 07:12 pm
out_of_order) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 07:12 pm
This War Is Not Over...
WHO: Cal Kestis and you!
WHERE: The Cal-ibration Room
WHAT: Delving into memories of the past, distant and not so much
WHEN: Throughout June during the event
WARNINGS: Star Wars!!!!...? And all that's implied with it I guess
If one isn't familiar with the interior of a Venator-class start destroyer, the surroundings might make one think they're in some kind of medical facility for the clinical white walls and floors, and only the barest of decoration in the form of a modest potted plant in a corner, an alcove with a built in desk with a pull-out chair beside it. Control panels of some sort are embedded in the wall within the alcove, a flat pallet towards the back of the room with but the bare essentials of bedding.
On the desk is a cylindrical object, a lightsaber for those in the know, but even if you aren't, it does bare the resemblance of a weapon hilt. Not far from it is some sort of handheld tool, an arc welder. Maybe the strangest thing, at least for a Jedi of any standing, is the pair of headphones that sits there off in a corner. But really, who goes poking around other people's things?
Besides, you're not alone here.
The young boy in the room doesn't look like he's even reached his mid-teens. His face is spattered generously with freckles, some almost as intense as his reddish hair, which is cut short, save for the thin tail of a braid winding just off the back of his head. He's dressed in layered brown robes of some kind, a leather belt cinched around his waist, and overall looks like he does a good job of keeping appearances fresh. There's a curious look from him as he regards you.
There is a door to that leads out to the hall, where the color palette is much the same. The corridors are wide and nearly empty, the walls interrupted by backlit panels of geometric grids, an ambient hum of power just at the fringes of one's notice. A clone trooper with yellow-gold painted accents stands idly on guard at the far end not so much on the alert as bored.
WHERE: The Cal-ibration Room
WHAT: Delving into memories of the past, distant and not so much
WHEN: Throughout June during the event
WARNINGS: Star Wars!!!!...? And all that's implied with it I guess
If one isn't familiar with the interior of a Venator-class start destroyer, the surroundings might make one think they're in some kind of medical facility for the clinical white walls and floors, and only the barest of decoration in the form of a modest potted plant in a corner, an alcove with a built in desk with a pull-out chair beside it. Control panels of some sort are embedded in the wall within the alcove, a flat pallet towards the back of the room with but the bare essentials of bedding.
On the desk is a cylindrical object, a lightsaber for those in the know, but even if you aren't, it does bare the resemblance of a weapon hilt. Not far from it is some sort of handheld tool, an arc welder. Maybe the strangest thing, at least for a Jedi of any standing, is the pair of headphones that sits there off in a corner. But really, who goes poking around other people's things?
Besides, you're not alone here.
The young boy in the room doesn't look like he's even reached his mid-teens. His face is spattered generously with freckles, some almost as intense as his reddish hair, which is cut short, save for the thin tail of a braid winding just off the back of his head. He's dressed in layered brown robes of some kind, a leather belt cinched around his waist, and overall looks like he does a good job of keeping appearances fresh. There's a curious look from him as he regards you.
There is a door to that leads out to the hall, where the color palette is much the same. The corridors are wide and nearly empty, the walls interrupted by backlit panels of geometric grids, an ambient hum of power just at the fringes of one's notice. A clone trooper with yellow-gold painted accents stands idly on guard at the far end not so much on the alert as bored.