Ben Skywalker (
momslilassassin) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-07-11 11:20 am
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Wormhole X-Treme campfire [morning]
After a mostly incoherent phone call from his grandfather early this morning--something about coffee pots that made very little sense--Ben had been sent down to the flight shed to check on something that Anakin had had a bad feeling about.
Which was why he was now sitting in front of the banked campfire, staring at a young man in a flight suit.
"This is weird, even for Fandom," he said.
"Tell me about it," the flight simulator replied.
[OOC: Open, with bouts of SP!]
Which was why he was now sitting in front of the banked campfire, staring at a young man in a flight suit.
"This is weird, even for Fandom," he said.
"Tell me about it," the flight simulator replied.
[OOC: Open, with bouts of SP!]

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"Who can we bribe into doing that?" she asked instead.
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Oh, cue the blushing.
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"Do you have to?" the bantha called.
"Aren't you going somewhere?" she yelled back.
"Going."
"I like it better when it's a stuffed animal."
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Nicely spotted there, Ben.
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And then she flicked a tiny bit of dirt at him.
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