The Stables: Friday afternoon

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The portal dropped Karal and Altra out at the Causeway. A moment to simply enjoy being back - to stay, this time - and they were heading for the stables.

Trenor whickered when he saw Karal and stretched his neck out over the stall door. Frowning, Karal dropped his bag and slipped inside. "You don't look at all well," he said softly, running his hands across Trenor's back and down his legs, checking for injuries. The horse looked worn out, and his coat was a touch ragged, with rubbed patches of hair on his side, but didn't seem to actually be hurt.

Karal breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry I've been gone so much," he murmured, seeing nothing odd about apologising to a horse. Trenor snorted and pressed his head against Karal's chest. "That's done with now, I promise."

Feeling more than a little guilty, Karal got his dinner ready, then settled in to spend some time grooming, patting, and just generally fussing over him. Trenor really didn't seem to mind.

[ooc: t'is open if you like.]

Second Floor Common Room - Late Morning/Early Afternoon

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You know sometimes you just have to wake up and make pancakes. Which is what Meg was doing right now. Chocolate chip pancakes, to be exact. Sure, there might be more chocolate than pancake in these things but she was sure nobody would complain about that. Unless they were allergic to chocolate, of course.

[Open! I want pancakes.]

Flight Shed [early afternoon]

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After whining at talking to his father, Luke emerged triumphant with the keys to the flight shed and permission to take the shuttle up later that day.

And not that he thought he was rusty at all, but he didn't want to fly like a complete spaz when he went up with Jo.

So there he was in the flight simulator, racing through the Death Star trench scenario and burning off a little nervous energy.

The door to the shed was open.