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WHO: Sinjir Rath Velus & ANYONE
WHERE: WHEREVER THERE IS FURNITURE THAT NEEDS TO BE MOVED
WHEN: various times?
WHAT: New job! Moving furniture! He has very little idea what he's doing!
WARNINGS: SPIDERS. Low-level drunkenness is always possible.

Moving things; (Maybe it's your stuff, maybe you're simply a bystander.)
[Sinjir is feeling a little mislead, basically. When a business is named 'Ugnaught Moving Company,' it doesn't seem unreasonable to expect it to have a few actual Ugnaughts on hand to do most of the physical labor, as opposed to merely being some sort of symbolic logo. But if that were so, why then, would Calrissian need to hire him is a question he hadn't been giving too much serious consideration, and if he had, he'd have vaguely imagined himself as a coordinator of sorts. So, finding out he's actually the sole employee (as far as he knows) is a slight cause of concern, given his disinclination to try to single-handedly lift a sofa, for example. Moving Lando from one location to another had been deceptively easy, given it was mostly just boxes (with plenty of help). No one ever mentioned actual furniture, hrmph.

Ah well... he supposes it's better than handling bugs?

The thought of which... gives him an idea. A repulsive idea, but an idea all the same. Weren't some insects supposed to be able to lift thousands of times their own body weight? And if one had a multitude of said insects, perhaps that power could be combined? Whether or not spiders had that ability, Sinjir had no idea and truth be told, he's not at all certain he wants to find out, because spiders, ugh. But on the other hand—lifting heavy things all by himself, repeatedly.

All right then. He girds his loins so to speak, taking a deep breath and channeling his 'superpower.']

Strong spiders, come forth and move this—rather hideous—couch onto the truck!

[And then he'll just stare in horror because SITH SPIT, there are some big hairy spiders in this place. Certainly not as big as the web weavers of Kashyyyk, but as big as his hand is still plenty big as far as he's concerned. They don't pick up the couch as much as use their webbing to drag it, but... whatever works, he supposes? Ugh ugh UGH. He is way too sober for this.]

Obligatory bar thread;
[Needless to say, Sinjir requires some alcoholic fortitude after that experience. Find him sitting in some random bar, looking suitably traumatized.]

[ooc note: prose is fine if you'd rather!]

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[Bela had not been traumatised by spiders today, but she could still use a drink. Or two.

She wanders into some dive looking place that night and heads towards the bar, noticing Sinjir nearby - a familiar face from the network. He seemed like an interesting person to talk to so why not try to get to know him better? Maybe it would lift her spirits.]

Buy you a drink?

[As a rule, Sinjir doesn't need spider trauma as an excuse to drink, having multiple traumas to fall back on for that, but spiders definitely ramp it up a notch. He has no idea why even the littlest ones terrify him to such a degree; some sort of inherent primal revulsion is his best guess.

Glancing up, it takes him a moment to recognize her, preoccupied as he is with thoughts of eight-legged demons.]

Magic words, if I ever heard them. Bela, yes?

Guilty as charged. [A brief smile touches her lips.] And you're Sinjir, correct?

[Bela asks, taking a free spot beside him at the bar. She holds up a finger to catch the attention of the bartender who doesn't waste any time to come over to them.]

I'll have a whiskey. Neat. And for my friend, he can tell you.

Last time I checked I was, yes.

[Not the most clever response, but spiders have a tendency to sap most of his wittiness.]

Another tequila, if you please. You were the one who recommended—what was it called... absinthe, yes? I never did find any of that.

I was the one who recommended it. [Bela says with another smile. The bartender comes over to serve them their drinks.]

Maybe they don't have absinthe so readily available in this world. Tequila and scotch will have to do.

[If they drink enough of it.]

What has you here tonight?

I've gotten a lot of 'illegal in this state' from bartenders in a variety of locations. So, possibly it's a matter of not being in the right place.

[Tequila is a pretty good substitute though, as far as it goes.]

Did you know there were spiders in Florida this big?

[He raises his hand and wiggles his fingers in apparent illustration of spider size. Despite what she might think, he's actually answering the question.]

No, I did not know that. [She makes a face, shuddering a little at the thought.] Hence the reason for you drinking. I don't blame you one bit.

[Picking up her glass, Bela takes a sip from it.]

Why were you even near spiders in the first place?

Not that those are the biggest spiders I've ever seen. On the planet Kashyyyk, there are literal monsters. [He waves his hand around in a big circle, then sighs.] Somehow though, they manage to be terrifying no matter what the size.

I summoned them. I have this– [another handwave] –power over them. I... wanted to see if they could lift furniture. [Yes, he knows that sounds a bit odd.]

Summoned them. [ She repeats, trying to wrap her head around it. Certainly an unusual power. ] To lift furniture.

[ Yeah, Bela needs to have another sip from her drink. ]

Can I ask how successful you were in wrangling the spiders? I can't imagine that they were very cooperative.

Ever tried carrying a full-size sofa all by yourself? It's hard. Speaking as a person with normal abilities in that respect. I'd heard there were insects that can lift thousands of times their own weight. It was worth a shot?

[At the expense of his sanity, but whatever.]

Oh, they do whatever I tell them to. Although technically, they didn't lift as much as drag.

I suppose dragging is better than nothing at all. Even if I still find the whole thing bizarre.

[Shaking her head with a smile, Bela sets down her drink for a moment.]

What other abilities do you have then?

Witnessing it in person is even worse, trust me.

[He pauses for a second, slightly reluctant to go into it, although for different reasons.]

I can apparently wound people with my words. Literally. Haven't tried that one out though.

Oh, now that's an interesting one. Never heard of a power like it.

[She doesn't want to be the person he tests it out on.]

I have enhanced senses and agility, can move through shadows and I also possess the gift of persuasion.

Nor I. I'm more used to being able to wound people emotionally with words.

[Being an Imperial torturer was a fun job. :\]

Now that sounds potentially handy. I wonder if I could trade mine in for a refund.

[Daisy has just finished giving someone else their drink when she spots someone new sitting at the bar. He doesn’t look familiar, which isn’t surprising considering how often new people show up.]

What can I get you?

[She’s about to reach for a napkin when she notices his horrified expression.]

You okay?

[Sinjir's response is quick and to the point, having had some time now to become acquainted with the best of the local offerings, at least as far as most bounce for the ounce goes.]

Tequila.

Am I okay? No. Not in the least.

[...]

Better just leave the bottle.

[Daisy turns out to reach for the tequila and is about to pour a glass for him when he mentions leaving the bottle. For now she just hands him the glass instead of the whole thing.]

You want to talk about it?

[For a moment, he scowls being given just the glass and no bottle, then sighs and takes a drink. One thing at a time.]

Quite frankly? No. What I want is to forget about it, hence the need for a lot of liquid assistance. Your contribution to the Cause would be highly appreciated, et cetera.

[There wasn't that much left in the bottle anyway, so Daisy leaves it with him. Biting back the whole 'you know you won't actually forget about it, right?' that she wants to say to him.]

You want anything to eat?

[Daisy's curiosity and compassion has her itching to find out what happened, but she knows forcing it out of him won't help either.]

[On the contrary, he will definitely forget about it... for a while at least. Trust him, he has lots of practice with drinking to forget repulsive things (which includes himself and some of the things he's done in the Emperor's name).

...Or so he would argue, if in fact, she were arguing with him.]

Eat? Stars no. Eating is completely counterproductive to drunkenness. What kind of food would you have in a dive like this anyway? A nice salty bowl of dried roaches as a bar snack?

[Okay Daisy is a little offended by that comment, if only on Sam's behalf.]

Not anymore. Oddly enough people didn't order it a lot.

One would think in that case, you would have an abundance of it. Given it's hard to run out of something people don't order a lot.

[He's not missing her sarcasm so much as ignoring it, his own, far superior sarcasm taking precedence.]

Dog biscuits then.

[Yes, he may have heard of the owner.]

[It’s pretty easy to tell this guy has had a shitty day, but, did he just make it his mission to come here and take it out on a stranger?]

Sorry. Don’t carry those either. Maybe you should go to a pet store.

[And unless he wants to order actual food on the menu, she’s going to go make someone else’s drink now.]

[ While not particularly afraid of spiders, watching these large and hairy creatures drag heavy pieces of furniture across the ground with their webbing is an image Bodhi would like to erase, thank you very much. It's... well, it's creepy.

He's glad Ace isn't here for this, as he'd probably try to give chase. ]

And now I've literally seen everything.

[As a rule, Sinjir would not classify himself as a cowardly person. Yes, he'd run away after Endor, but fear hadn't been the motivation for that choice. As a cadet, he'd been trained for fighting by both the Imperial Navy and the ISB, with the latter program being especially physically punishing, with his trainer going so far as to break his toes to 'toughen him up.' Since becoming part of Norra's team, he's had to walk into more than one ranchor's den and very nearly lost his arm wrestling a key from a flying hroth-beast. While he has a fairly vested interest in saving his own skin, he doesn't hesitate to place himself in danger, especially where his friends are involved.

But spiders, even teeny tiny ones, scare the bejeebers out of him. So, in a way, summoning them is actually a very brave thing for him to do. At least, that's what he's telling himself as he tries to keep from panicking outright.

Bloody kriffing hellstar, why did he think this was a good idea, again? He ~~cries~~ laughs weakly.] ...Industrious, aren't they?

[ Well, if they were being pulled by a giant squid, or something with tentacles - Bodhi would have more of a problem. Hell, he wouldn't even be standing here, he'd probably have starting running. No, he's suitably creeped, but that's about it.

He's also never seen spiders that big, even in their own galaxy. They exist, most likely, but he's not familiar.

But he hasn't noticed how uncomfortable Sinjir looks yet. ]

I think they can pull... up to a hundred times their weight? Not sure - read a book on different Earth species before...

[ Blinks, glances up at that shaky laugh. ]

... is everything okay?

['Never visit Kashyyyk' would be Sinjir's advice, if one didn't ever want to meet really big spiders; the local variety being as big as his grandmother. Granted, his grandmother had been a small woman, but even so, that's still rather large for a spider, comparatively speaking.]

Apparently... so? [He rubs a hand over his face, partly a gesture of exasperation and partly just... hiding the sight. UGH.]

I don't like spiders. [To put it mildly.

YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, SINJIR.]

[ He probably just made that worse with that knowledge, sorry. But - well, now that look makes a lot more sense. Glacing from Sinjir, to the large spiders and back again. ]

Wonder why they're moving .... oh - did you have them do this? [ Yes, that would explain why, too. Since spiders don't randomly move furniture. Or do they?

Hm. ]

I'm not busy right now, if you want some help help. Though I can't guarantee I'd be that [ said with a gesture at them ] efficient.

I summoned them and told them to do... that.

[He waves a hand vaguely at the sofa, now halfway into the truck, looking a bit stricken by his own confession.]

They listen to me. One time I ordered them to attack a would-be mugger and they did. It was... horrible, really.

[At Bodhi's offer, the relief on his face is readily apparent.]

You don't have to be. Spider efficiency as a system of measurement is definitely overrated.

[ Bodhi tries to picture the scene but it's really not one he wants to give a lot of thought to. That's too many legs, converging on a single person - shudder. ] I'd almost feel bad for the mugger, if they weren't you know, trying to mug someone - it was probably more horrible for them than anyone.

[ Mindful of any spiders, he's moving to take one end of the couch. ]

You can clear them out, if you want to take the other end of this.

Edited 2018-04-29 21:14 (UTC)

At least they were much smaller. [He'd just asked for spiders in general in that instance, with no stipulations as to strength. As far as who was more horrified went, him or the mugger, it was probably a tie.]

Yes, good. Spiders, be gone! [Because that's the best idea he's heard all day.]

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