Who: Jon O'Neill & Leia Organa What: Matchup When: Backdated to Tuesday Oct 11th Where: The space docks Warnings: None Status: Closed/Ongoing
The past two months had been pretty fucking strange for Jon. First and foremost was that he was forced to live with Sam, the old man, and their kid until he could figure out a legal way to get his own place. Because if he had to stay with them for another year, he was going to lose his mind. As it was, for the days he did go back he was out of the house as soon as he woke up, and didn't go back until he needed to sleep. He wasn't sure what winter was going to be like, but he doubted he could get away with tent camping if it was too cold.
The space docks were a major perk in this place. He hadn't been able to finagle his way onto a ship yet, but it wasn't for the lack of trying. He was angling to get a job working on the docks, but he had to study up on the ships before anyone would even let him attempt to fly them. Smart, if frustrating for him.
He was bugging the mechanics yet again when he saw a young girl at the door to the ship bay.
"You lost?" he asked, yelling a bit to be heard over the noise.