((Hi new guy!
Note: Anyone can control the bartender. He's generally silent, surly, and sometimes freakish. It's possible to ask for any food or drink in existence, in any universe. Post a description of the character, too. :3 Fixed! ^^))
Mar glances at Myitt and states, "What? I can't even
talk to other people anymore? I cannot do anything with the girl outside of her timeline. It would complicate matters."
Mar quietly bumps around the ship, which is a bit smallish inside. This bothers Mar. He's never been exactly thrilled with confined spaces. Mar reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a lacy handkerchief, wiping the sweat off his face. He eventually takes a seat and straps himself in, bobbing his head a little to Tara's choice of music. "You have an immensely morbid host, Precious. Oh..." Mar turns to Elayne, waving. "..and in answer to your question, the fact that I have an avatar means that my normal body would be difficult to comprehend or dangerous. Although...the relative weakness of the form stems from a different problem."
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Joanne sighs, rubbing her face. "This is gettin' borin', Kess. Let's just go after them and see what happens. They're likely gone already, but still..."
Joanne then darts through the wilderness quietly, trying not to catch the attention of any Imperials still in the woods. She is not running at an impossible speed, but still is moving quickly towards the direction of the woods where the noise is coming from. It seems even louder now, like there's a machine running.
