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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin hears a cacophony coming from the ship, shouts, voices, running, things falling.  He recognizes Mike's voice no doubt still being controlled by Terenia.  He crosses his arms in front of his chest and sighs, watching her/him descend the ramp as if she were being chased by arcelins.  Mar follows at a more stately pace, and then Serid, no doubt still infested by Corliss.

<What?  What do you want Terenia?  I consider our business concluded.  You do not like me, I have grown to dislike you.  It seems to our mutual disadvantage to continue association.  I'm rather hungry, I was simply waiting for my friend to follow.>  Ossanlin nods toward Mar.  <And then I was planning to have a trot out in the woods.>  Ossanlin displays some annoyance at having his plans so rudely interrupted by this insecure, paranoid human girl in Yeerk's body.

[Terenia]

"No," Terenia says forcedly. "No. Listen, please." She is struggling to explain her position in the sudden insanity that has erupted upon Corliss' ship, but she takes a deep breath and forces herself to speak as rationally as possible. "Ossanlin, I-" she bites her lip nervously, undecided. "Listen, can I please talk to you?" she glances at Mar. "Alone?"

She has no real desire to speak to Ossanlin one on one, but at this point it seems like her only option. Really, she wants to speak to Corliss, but he is engaged with his new host, and she doesn't want to distract him from whatever is happening with him.

Just then, as though contradicting her own thoughts, she hears a strangers voice call out. Glancing towards the Skimmer she sees Serid, now controlled by Corliss, approaching. Despite the relief she feels a groan escapes her lips. "This never ends, does it?"

[Myitt]

Corliss jogs up to Terenia, out of breath in his new body. 

"No," he says grimly, exhaling.  "No it doesn't."  He looks past her at Ossanlin. 

[Stephquiem]

Carris looks dubiously at the bartender as he sets a glass in front of him. "Thanks." He turns to look at the woman who spoke. "You keep strange company." He sits down on a bar stool. "My name's Carris Nine-Eight-Four. My host's Adam... what the hell is that?" He points at the straw castle.

"Art project," Fiona says, shrugging. She sits on the other side of Carris, apparently unbothered by... well, everything.

[KitsuneMarie]

"Hey wait, you can't just--" Illim frowns as Corliss takes off in his former host's body. He bites off a curse and hurries after him. It's certainly in his best interests to make sure Serid is happy, at least for a while longer. The last thing he needs is a reputation for setting up defenseless hosts, especially when seeking entrance into a voluntary-host-only organization.

When he sees Corliss's target, he slows to a trot and stays a reasonable distance back, far enough that he can't hear what they're saying but close enough to keep an eye on Serid.


Serid gives a vicious internal snarl. <This had better be quick,> he tells Corliss as he watches the proceedings helplessly.


Elayne gives Salem a nod of greeting as he sits with them. "I'm Elayne," she answers, then smirks. "That seems like ages ago, doesn't it?" She had managed to mostly push memories of the brutally wounded Andalite from her mind, but now they had resurfaced. "You're not a doctor, right?" she asks, eyeing him dubiously. "How did you learn about treating wounds that severe?"

[radgeek]

"I've kept company with weirder," Taylis said. "Have you been to the Village in New York City?  You never know what you'll see there."  Upon mention of the castle Taylis said, "My nail cutters can do so much in the hands of a master."  She smiled and got up to shake Carris' hand.  "I'm Amy."

[Chad32]

"Where are you going? This conversation isn't over!" Temrash yelled, wondering how he'd let corliss slip right past him out of the ship. Why wasn't he being taken seriously? He ran after Corliss, catching up and reaching to grab the guy's arm with one hand while pulling out his dracon beam.

"Dapsen Corliss, you will listen to me, and take this matter seriously. How am I supposed to trust you not to screw up when you pull a stunt like this? How can you be so different from your sister?"

[KitsuneMarie]

"Hey, hey, hey!" Illim snarls, stalking towards Temrash. He can't stand by when a Hork-Bajir, probably capable of ripping Serid's arm out of its socket, starts to draw a weapon on the nothlit.

Illim reaches for his own, newfound Dracon as he approaches, thumbing the level down to stun. "That's my former host you're grabbing, and I'm keeping him damn good and safe until this is all over with, so calm down."

[Chad32]

Temrash takes a step back. "Sorry. These two are grinding my last nerve. Especially this one, who is at least supposed to be sane. I'm torn between wanting to be allies with Corliss, and wanting to throw him out of an airlock. I have an interest in allying myself with the rebellion, but I'm not going to stand by while corliss let's Terenia view every memory Mike has and uses him to kill more people she doesn't like, or people who mention Tamora just because she kissed him once. Can you believe his sister brutally killed an Imperial just recently only because he posed a small risk?"

[Stephquiem]

Carris shakes Amy's hand. "I haven't been."

He turns to Fiona. Her serene expression completely baffles him. "Fi, could we, er, talk privately?"

Fiona picks up her glass. "What for? I've got nothing to say that needs privacy." She looks at Amy. "And I'm sure Amy here's heard worse arguments, haven't you?"

"Fiona..."

"Shut up and enjoy your beer, Carris. You've waited this long, you can wait a bit longer."

[KitsuneMarie]

"I don't care," Illim snaps, jerkily slicing his hand sideways through the air, although he's certainly filing away Temrash's words for later consideration. "Just leave Serid alone. He's not supposed to be out here, anyway." He turns irritated eyes on Corliss. "He's not your host," he mutters, putting the safety back on his Dracon and sliding the weapon back into the waist of Derrel's pants, for lack of a holster.

[Chad32]

Temrash realized he really didn't need to make any more enemies. "You're right. Here." He said, and unclasped one of his holsters for the guy to use. "So you don't shoot yourself when you keep sticking that dracon down your current host's pants."

<Yeah, don't shoot my hip off.>

"I'm Temrash. who are you?"

[Terenia]

Terenia's request to speak to Ossanlin privately is clearly not being honored by those around her. A mass exodus seems to have occurred, and all of the ships occupants are now standing in the same tight group outside of the ship. Mike's forehead creases with frustration as different agenda's overlap in a scene that seems to be mounting in tension.

"Have you ever thought about the fact that you are the ones who make these situations become violent?" Terenia snaps at Temrash. "Everything was fine until you waltzed in and started ordering people around like you owned the place."

<<At this rate I'll never get a word in with Ossanlin,>> she says scathingly to Mike. <<Why does everyone treat me like I'm a child?>> It is clear that by 'everyone' she is primarily indicating Temrash, and perhaps Ossanlin.

"Look," Terenia sidles up to Ossanlin, lowering her voice. "I just want to talk about this...this thing you say that you can do. I can't just jump into a decision like that with a smile on my face, singing your praises. I am not-" she grits her teeth slightly, "-trying to be difficult. I'm so-" the words catch in Mike's throat, and she clears it. "I'm sorry if it seemed that way."


<There appears to be a gathering of sorts taking place,> Efaen observes, hanging back. There is a small knot of people, primarily human, gathered around Ossanlin and she can sense hostility emanating from several of them. <Perhaps we should wait until Prince Ossanlin has resolved his current conversations,> she suggests.


The bartender returns, carrying three glasses that contain some sort of greenish liquid. Despite the fact that the drinks are cold to the touch there is steam rising from them. Trey offers the bartender an unrequited smile.

"Uh...I guess you can start a tab," he says. "I've been here long enough by now." The bartender, looking unamused, merely nods and returns to his usual spot.

[Chad32]

"We're not the ones killing people and acting like we own them, Terenia. You're just so absorbed in yourself that even when someone comes along to help you shut them down. I don't know how he plans to do it, but Ossanlin is telling you that you can get your body back. You should be on your knees right now begging him for it, because obviously it won't even be easy for him. You are so trapped in your own little world, useless in trying to improve your life, that even when people come to help, you brush them off because they're not doing things exactly how you want to do them. You want to control your own life? Well first you actually have to have one, Terenia."

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim walks forward to take the holster from the Hork-Bajir's huge hand. He turns it awkwardly, trying to figure out how to hook it onto his nonexistent belt, in the end settling for clipping it to the top of Derrel's pants, where it seems only a little precarious. <Sorry... but hey, it's only on stun,> he tells his host with what he hopes is a laughing tone. This day is not at all going according to plan. Damn Serid. Damn Corliss. This thing is out of hand...

Illim opens his mouth to answer the Controller's question, but it seems he is embroiled in a juvenile-sounding conversation already, which suits Illim just fine. He folds his arms across his chest and waits silently for Corliss to finish with Serid.


Elayne leans forward to sniff the drink curiously, and then sits back, wrinkling her nose in reaction. "I think it just burned my nose hairs," she laughs. Reaching for the drink, she takes a tentative sip. It's much better going down than she had hoped.