suitably_heroic: (dsp: thoughtful)
Yeah, so Atton didn't actually have a lot of use for his new technological trinket besides maybe use it to learn a few local card games in case he wound up strapped for credits again, so... he was taking a proactive approach.

Which was to say he was currently using it to explore this world's 'digital marketplace'... whatever it was. Had to be a way to fence this thing off to someone who was willing to pay a lot of money for it, right? The class had been about greed.

So: Atton. iPad. And a very, very intent expression.

On one of the above, anyway.

[[ open post, open door ]]
suitably_heroic: (lsp: so what are we...?)
So life in his own room with no roommate had suddenly turned into life with me and a bossy, demanding furry thing over the weekend.

Atton went back and forth on how he felt about that. On one hand: bossy, demanding, remind him to kill himself if he ever wound up having to share a tent or something with this girl again. On the other hand: .... the furry thing was kind of cute when she wasn't being bossy, demanding, or generally intolerable.

"Catch," he called, and flicked a chunk of his sandwich across the room.

He'd find ways to amuse himself if he had to.

[[ for she who is still a cat, but open after ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: more naked)
Mental fingers in his mind. Poking, prodding harder than anyone had managed in years. It hurt, cutting through layers and layers of cold, thick armor like it was flimsi. Emotions gushed out like coolant from a broken valve.

"You're Force-sensitive," she whispered. "You know what the Sith do to Force-sensitives, don't you--?"

"Get out of my head!"

Then it was her lifeblood spilling out onto his hands. An eye for an eye-- except it didn't work that way any more-- hurting her felt like hurting himself, and what had she done to him?

"You
need to run."

Atton woke up with pearls of sweat running down his forehead, sticking his hair to his head at odd angles. He reached up and brushed at it with the back of his hand, muttered a curse under his breath. He stumbled out of bed two minutes later, grabbing his pants and his stack of pazaak cards, and yanked open the door to let cooler air in.

It didn't really help.

He snagged his towel off the floor and sank down behind the desk, tossing his cards onto the wooden surface. "Opening game," he muttered under his breath, "pick your deck-- plus one, plus two..."

(You're really doing this? For me? What is wrong with you?)

The cards calmed him. Shut his brain back tight. That was better.

[[ post is open, door is open ]]
suitably_heroic: (pony: close annoyed)
Atton started the morning on a high note: he fell right back out of the bed he had stubbornly forced himself into the previous night. Not only that, but his bed creaked and protested and generally gave real indications it was seriously considering giving up on this staying upright thing.

"...I'm still a pony," Atton concluded. Yes. Top marks.

"I'm gonna have to move to the other bed," he concluded a couple of moments later. "Next time I see the Trandoshan who sold me on this, I'm punching him in the face."

Beat.

"And I'm just going to keep on talking to myself because there's nobody else here."

Yeah, it was going to be a day.

[[ post open, door creaked ]]

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