The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

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[likes_scoundrels]

YOU ARE NOT A JELLYFISH TO ME THANK GOD

"Depends," Leia said. "Is everyone back? Is Fandom safe?" If not, she could wait.

[sith_happened]

Anakin shook his head. "The parts that you are bringing back need to be put back into the machine that keeps Fandom together. It's kind of nasty outside." He gave her a little smile. "I'm part of the strike force."

Shocking, huh?

[likes_scoundrels]

"I can wait then," Leia said. "You have to do what you need to do."

Her ability to push her own trauma aside would come in useful in a year or so, wouldn't it?

[sith_happened]

Very.

Anakin pressed another kiss to her hair. "I'll be in touch," he promised.

[likes_scoundrels]

"Be careful!" Leia said. Because she knew him.

[sith_happened]

He gave her a little grin, which was not terribly reassuring.