Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Breekan1]

"What a... ****in.. gah!" B1 replies. He leans back and sighs heavily. "****ing jerk."

[Myitt]

"What're you, his guinea pigs?" Myitt demands.  "Can't stand that.  I'm so f*ckin' sick of everyone being someone's pawn.  I'm sorry about Jess, man." She sighs, eyeing the bottle of liquor and pushing it away.  The idea of it is too much, even for alcohol.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Without lifting her head from the table, Shal shrugs and responds "I think I'm close to the only" sneers "yeerk, in this world, or anywhere, for that matter, who would complain about having a body to themself."

[Myitt]

Myitt shrugs.  "I dunno, man, if Tara were just...gone...I wouldn't know what to do with myself in here, either.  It's the peril of deciding your host isn't really beneath you, I get kind of attached to my friends, unfortunately.  Do you even still have your own body in there, or has he really mixed the two of you up?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal shrugs again, her head still on the table. "I haven't needed kandrona in years. Almost as long as I've been with her. I haven't tried leaving, don't think I can."

[Myitt]

Myitt whistles.  "Well.  The b*stard's got some crazy powers, I'll give him that.  But why?  Why would he do this, just to control you?" She taps her fingers idly on the bar counter.  "Maybe he's the one with daddy issues."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

"Well, I think it's exactly what you said. I'm his guinea pig. He likes to have that control. It's an ownership thing. I'm his 'thing', and therefore he should have control. So he thinks." She lifts her head and shoots a quick glance in B1's direction "And it keeps his mind off of his other, 'things'."

[Breekan1]

B1 nods stiffly. "I've lucked out, comparatively. Until a couple of weeks ago he'd had my identity overwritten, but for whatever reason he either didn't or couldn't erase it. Of course, it means I'm guilty for only God knows what in any number of intergalactic courts. And there are other... disturbing... possibilities." He fumbles for a panel on his calf, and a panel opens up, depositing a weathered animal doll, too large to have actually been contained in any sort of pocket. There's some light burning around the edges. "I keep finding little mementos like this- trinkets, photos of people I don't know, stuff like that. I try not to think about where I might have gotten them."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stares at the doll for a moment, her mouth slightly open. "Is that...?" she begins to mutter, trainling off, and shaking her head violently.

[Myitt]

Myitt watches, eyebrows raised.  "Is that a...bag of holding in your leg?" she asks skeptically.

<Wow, and I thought I was the nerd in this outfit...>

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal look at Myitt, then gapes at B1. She stands up quickly, and walks outside. She jogs the perimeter of the bar, pulling out a small glowing device as she runs. The device emits a soft beep and she frowns, quickly shoving it back in her pocket. She leans against the exterior of the bar, and slumps down, sitting on the bare ground, her head in her hands.

[Myitt]

Myitt looks over her shoulder as Shal runs outside, then looks over at B1.  "She wasn't expecting that either," she says flatly.

[Breekan1]

"Ohh farts." B1 exhales as Shal runs out. He hastily sticks the doll back in its compartment and nods to Myitt. "Just a moment." He walks quickly but does not run outside. Looking around and seeing nothing, he shoots in the air for a better view and cries out. "Shal?"

[Myitt]

Myitt watches B1 bolt out and turns to the bartender.  "Well.  Here we are." She smiles, pushing her empty glass back and forth between her hands.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal looks up at B1, hesitates, then answers his unasked question, "Sorry...my communicator went off. It was getting some sort of signal from my ship. At least I think it was my ship...but I don't see it around here."