|Jules Bard (partsunknown) wrote in rooms,|
@ 2015-04-14 09:09:00
|Entry tags:||!star wars, *log, ezra bard, jules bard|
quicklog: Ezra/Jules - Star Wars
Who: The Bards
What: Exploring. Becoming Darth Sexay & Darth 2 Hotty?
Where: Star Wars - Coruscant
When: Now-ish? After Jules gets back from Lost.
Warnings: Swearing, probably.
[Smack-dab in the center of the galaxy was Coruscant. A beacon for all, the capital city accepted travelers and traders from the furthest corners of known space. Politicians and criminals alike were drawn there, but for very different reasons. Every inch of the planet was covered in layer upon layer of city, making it easy for someone to hide the deeper into the Underworld that they got. The upper levels tended to the more respectable of society, or those with enough credits. It was a planet of connections and commerce, of poets and politicos, of blackmail and blackmarkets. Easily the most well known planet in the universe, and home to trillions of people, Coruscant was a wonder that kept growing and evolving. Even from a distance, when it was nothing more than one of thousands of stars, the shimmering planet stood out and was breathtakingly beautiful.
But up close, from where Jules was standing, Coruscant looked like a cyberpunk shithole. It wasn't far from the truth. The lift dropped them off outside of what looked like a sleazy bar that got humped to death by a flock of neon lights. Pink, purple, yellow, and white flashed in some hyperactive Easter Bunny mating call, and once again the sign itself was not in English.] I don't think we're going to get to the bottom. I don't think there is a bottom, anymore. [Yeah, that had been her bright idea. Oh, there's an elevator, let's take it all the way down! That was three elevators ago, and every floor kept getting skeezier and skeezier. Still, this floor was better than most parts of New York. Jules probably would have turned around and gone home by now if Ezra wasn't there with her. With him there it wasn't scary, it was an adventure. And if they got stuck, at least they were missing shows together. After this, they needed to buckle down and take all the bookings. No free weekends.]
It's up to you, now. [She pointed right with her thumb, towards the gaggle of aliens standing in the brightly lit street. There were obviously more stores or bars down that way.] That way... [Jules then motioned to the left. The path very much less taken. Lights flickered menacingly, making the lone Gamorrean leaning on the wall look even angrier if that were possible.] Or we could find out what's down there. Or we could go back up. [Shrugs.] I'm done making choices. Take care of my light work. [She really was. Her decisions turned out poorly. Not always, but usually. She looked up at him with raised eyebrows, ready to go whichever way he chose.]