Sonja Hunt ∅ Giltine (necrius) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-04-17 09:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, hannah vizari, xellos |
but i like to think at least things can't get any worse
Who: Hannah & Xellos.
What: Hannah's wandering around the Naboo refugee village, looking to distract herself after this unhelpful holonet thread.
When: A day or two following her arrival.
Where: Naboo refugee village.
Rating: G, probably.
Following Dee's instructions (or possibly advice -- Hannah still wasn't quite sure which was which, and she wasn't enjoying that fact), Hannah made quick work of figuring out the refugee village. She had to admit, she kind of liked the place -- it was loud and noisy, and easy to get lost in, even if after all the things she'd heard about the galaxy made it a tiny speck among millions of planets. She was still having a hard time wrapping her head around that one, but she figured all would make sense in due time. It usually did.
She carried a wand on her hip, but had otherwise left her staff back at the temporary housing she'd been assigned. She'd spent a few hours figuring out the holonet and her holoreader -- instructions from the Naboo made both fairly simple, but she'd found the information and posts within lacking. Surely there was something better to do than post diatribes. Hannah felt herself itching for a fight, and had no trouble initiating a bar brawl on her first night. She'd bloodied a few noses, but hadn't burned anything down, which she wasn't sure she was completely unhappy about; but she'd been easily ejected from the establishment, and apparently word spread quickly enough that bar owners were eying her when she walked in that she started to make herself scarce.
Now she was wandering about, browsing through shops and trying to find some way to occupy the worries in her mind. She couldn't help but think about Violet and Betty, and wondered how they were doing on their own back at Mage-U. Then there was the situation with her father, and her inability to contact her dead mother. And now she was stuck here, for who knew how long. Did the flow of time even work the same between here and back home? For all she knew, ten years had past and whatever she was trying to deal with back in her reality was long over.
Hefting a sigh, Hannah plucked a crystal from the table of one small marketplace stall, holding it between thumb and forefinger as she examined it. It had a pinkish hue, and she was trying to decipher if it would be helpful for conjuration or enchantment; the best way to waste time on this planet was to try and work out Dee's assertion that they couldn't go home. If anything, Hannah loved proving people wrong.
"How well does this conduct?" The question was aimed at the shopkeeper, but Hannah was mostly thinking aloud.