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suitably_heroic"We are nearing the time where I must leave to see the others," Visas said quietly. "Are you certain you will not accompany me there?"
Atton dropped his head back against the bed and made sure it made some noise. "Oh, no, that still sounds like a great idea," he said. "Can't wait to hear what naive stoopa poodoo Mical and Brianna have come up with next. No, I'll pass."
Visas' hands laid together demurely in her lap. "Whereas staying in this hive, inebriated, furthers our causes considerably," she said. Mildly. Atton wasn't actually sure she'd quite figured out the tone element of sarcasm just yet.
He rolled his eyes. "There isn't a single person left alive in our group who has any damned clue what they're doing," he said. "None. If the rest of them are eager to pretend like they do, they can, but it's not going to go anywhere. This thing is dead in the water."
"Criticism is easy," Visas replied. "What suggestions would you pose?"
Atton squinted at her. "Oh, nice try," he said. "I don't have any suggestions, I've been telling you people this for the past month." He took a breath. "Anyway, I'm not planning to stick around here. I'm heading off."
Visas' head tilted.
"I'm going to see the only person I know who might have some kind of clue," he said. "Honestly, I think I've lost it, because this guy is the biggest sleemo I've ever met, but he also knows more about the Jedi than the whole sorry bunch of us combined."
He reached out and gripped the edge of the bed, so he could lift himself up. Truth be told, he still felt like absolute crap-- like he wanted to find a hole somewhere and curl up in it and disappear or cry or just start beating up on Nar Shaddaa residents until someone coughed up where Meetra had gone and what had happened to her (besides the dying part). But, well, that was the thing with Fandom-- it ran on a schedule.
So he'd go there, get set up, then vanish down a hole. That sounded like a great, constructive idea.
"Who is this expert?" Visas asked. She sounded honestly invested in this thought. "Could we perhaps invite him--"
"Oh, no, no, no," Atton said, waving his hand. "No, that would be a terrible idea. Nooooo."
Anakin Skywalker, hanging out with the likes of Mical and Mira and Brianna and Visas? Space, that was the worst idea he'd ever heard.
"Is it one of the Jedi from the island?"
"No comment."
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Atton dropped his head back against the bed and made sure it made some noise. "Oh, no, that still sounds like a great idea," he said. "Can't wait to hear what naive stoopa poodoo Mical and Brianna have come up with next. No, I'll pass."
Visas' hands laid together demurely in her lap. "Whereas staying in this hive, inebriated, furthers our causes considerably," she said. Mildly. Atton wasn't actually sure she'd quite figured out the tone element of sarcasm just yet.
He rolled his eyes. "There isn't a single person left alive in our group who has any damned clue what they're doing," he said. "None. If the rest of them are eager to pretend like they do, they can, but it's not going to go anywhere. This thing is dead in the water."
"Criticism is easy," Visas replied. "What suggestions would you pose?"
Atton squinted at her. "Oh, nice try," he said. "I don't have any suggestions, I've been telling you people this for the past month." He took a breath. "Anyway, I'm not planning to stick around here. I'm heading off."
Visas' head tilted.
"I'm going to see the only person I know who might have some kind of clue," he said. "Honestly, I think I've lost it, because this guy is the biggest sleemo I've ever met, but he also knows more about the Jedi than the whole sorry bunch of us combined."
He reached out and gripped the edge of the bed, so he could lift himself up. Truth be told, he still felt like absolute crap-- like he wanted to find a hole somewhere and curl up in it and disappear or cry or just start beating up on Nar Shaddaa residents until someone coughed up where Meetra had gone and what had happened to her (besides the dying part). But, well, that was the thing with Fandom-- it ran on a schedule.
So he'd go there, get set up, then vanish down a hole. That sounded like a great, constructive idea.
"Who is this expert?" Visas asked. She sounded honestly invested in this thought. "Could we perhaps invite him--"
"Oh, no, no, no," Atton said, waving his hand. "No, that would be a terrible idea. Nooooo."
Anakin Skywalker, hanging out with the likes of Mical and Mira and Brianna and Visas? Space, that was the worst idea he'd ever heard.
"Is it one of the Jedi from the island?"
"No comment."
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