Re: quicklog: Ezra/Jules - Star Wars
[Jules understood wanting to get out of New York. She had yet to find a part of the city that smelled good, and the buildings were so crowded together. It was claustrophobic at best, smothering at worst. Land speeders and the Millenium freaking Falcon sounded like a stellar alternative. The first Twi'lek they passed had made Jules forget about how much she had wanted to nap before they left. She had grabbed Ezra's arm, hopping up and down on her feet, and shook him wildly. It was so cool! The fiftieth Twi'lek didn't invoke the same excitement. By eighty, she was over it.
The worst part wasn't being disappointed by world she thought they would be entering. No. The worst part was seeing that Ezra was let down, too. Jules hadn't sat him down to apologize properly yet, nor did she have the business talk that she'd been wanting to. There was a lot she wanted to discuss, and so much more she needed him to understand about what happened at practice. But all that got too serious, and Jules would rather hope that he'd forgotten all about it even if she hadn't. Besides, it would probably come out wrong anyway. She often suffered from foot in mouth disease. It was great in the ring, in real life not so much.
The shop was ridiculous in all the right ways. Neat little doo-dads lined the display cases, while the bigger items took over the walls. Communicators and uniform pieces took over one corner as a reminder that wars never solved anything, leaving wounded veterans or widowed loved ones to scrape by to survive. Not that Jules paid too much mind to the deeper story of how anything got there. Nope. There was a goddamn quokka running around. Well, a quokka with feathers. There was probably a proper name for the cute little thing, but she'd been dying to get a quokka selfie for what felt like centuries. Her eyes lit up once more like they did when they first got here.] Oooohhhh...
Woah! [Jules was gone. ADD set in, and there was too much stuff. Like a bee in a field of wildflowers, she flitted from one shiny object to the next. By the time she had thought about something to say, she was already gasping about the next thing. In what would be the most responsible move she ever made in her life, she clasped her hands behind her back and held them there. She really wanted to touch things. All the things. She didn't want to break something and then have to pay for it. Maybe it hadn't happened here, but it had happened, and happened enough for Jules to take precaution.]
Is that a lightfoil? [Wait... weren't they illegal? According to the RPG sourcebook, they were. At least that's how she remembered it. She hadn't played the Star Wars RPG since high school.] Er... Lightfoil replica handle, I mean. [Smooth. She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but there it was. What a way to keep a low profile.]