Tahri (genepunk) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-02-16 13:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~micha delmare |
Who: Micha and Gene
Where: Mitchell's Pub
What: V-day plot!
When: Backdated to evening of 14 Feb 2013
Rating: TBD, probably not higher than medium.
Open: Nope
Status: In progress
Micha could feel the Force swirling about, the equilibrium disturbed by so many people passing abruptly into it. It wasn't something she liked but one of the things a Jedi had to accept was that death was part of life and it wasn't something that should be feared. As master Yoda would have said, the crude shells that held their essences was merely being stripped away and the dead become part of something greater than themselves. Still, the people dead by the Wyverns claws and those passing from illness should have been allowed rich long lives and she grieved for the loss their loved ones suffered.
She'd been trying to do what she could to help the medical staff, placing people in healing trances to help their bodies fight the illness. It didn't seem to be having much effect for the most part, the bulk of the sick seemed to be steadily declining no matter what was done. It was disheartening, but at least they would have the comfort of becoming one with the Force.
Eventually she had to accept her body's demand for nourishment and get away from the hospital for a time. Since Mitchell's seemed to be the most cheerful place on the island (neighborhood pubs were much the same the galaxy over it seemed, in spirit if not decor) Micha made her way there. As she opened the door she felt a sting in the Force, as if someone had hit her with a dart, but as quickly as it came it was gone, and she laid eyes on the most handsome man she'd ever seen in her life.