( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

[ the voice heard through the pda's voice recording feature is that of a youthful woman who is very obviously british and rather angry with this predicament ]

--demand that you open your doors this instant! His Majesty will not take kindly to your kidnapping of one of his most loyal subjects!

( Private to Team L (Marv, Edward, and Giselle) and Penelope )

Any questions, please address me accordingly.

Stop hovering, George. I'm fine. I'm not going to break down or anything.

( Private to Jim )

This is so humiliating.

I don't usually advertise like this, but unfortunately, circumstances do not permit me to work in the normal way. Being without The Guild is so much more difficult than I imagined. If anyone should require the services of a Guild-trailed Companion, I will be making room in my schedule. Please feel free to contact me for further information. I do reserve the right to refuse any or all services to anyone.

I cannot believe I just put up an advertisement. This is ridiculous.

Okay, part time job at a magic shop so beats what I would ever find at home. Asides from what I already do. Also, the no babysitting thing? Kind of peaceful. With no ruined shirts.

[Private to Paige]
So..yeah, this is weird, you not knowing me and all. Want to go for coffee sometime or something?
[/Private]

Did I get into another elevator to a parallel universe again?

Now, I might not remember much. But I'm pretty sure that I didn't owe any of those walking tins money for them to be man-handling me out a damn library. I've been man-handled out of a library plenty of times. But usually by little old librarians who think my butt needs a-pinching or the back of my head needs a-smacking just cause I stayed pass closing hours. Again.

Anyone want to be kind enough to tell a poor guy what's going on? Could never figure out these little doohickey's but even I can tell that this shit's ancient.

. . . Ow. Fucking hell, what the shit?

Next time somebody manhandles me like that, they're getting a wrench upside the head! Those guys are lucky I was too surprised to hit them this time!

Where the seven Sithian hells am I? This definitely en't that dustball I was just on. Uncle Owen's going to be so mad when he notices I'm missing. How the heck did I get here?? I'm supposed to be repairing a droid right now, not getting kidnapped! I swear, if Jabba's got something to do with this, I'm gonna be one real pissed-off somebody. I en't about to end up no gangster-slug's slave.



edit; Why is the princess of Alderaan here?! Where did 'Solo' come from? Why am I rooming with her?! You got to be joking. She's a princess.

I really need to get me a job...