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maskormenacelogs2019-09-22 05:56 pm
queenofseers) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-09-22 05:56 pm
semi-open
WHO: The residents of Maurtia Falls #004 and many friends
WHERE: MF4
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Family Dinner: The Return. After a long hiatus, it has returned. If you are a friend of any of the residents, assume you're invited to eat!
WARNINGS: None now, will add if needed.
[ The last time there was a dinner in this house, there were different stresses, slightly different residents, and no one had died yet. Perhaps you can't blame anyone for not planning another group meal soon after that.
Since then, though, things have been...mostly quiet. Comparatively. Yes, the world is still a shitshow (in Cassandra's own opinion), but the residents of the house are back into a fairly domestic routine, and any threats to reality are ambiguous enough that one can occasionally pretend they're on the periphery rather than clearly encroaching. So friends are finally being invited to Maurtia Falls #004 again, in the hopes that performing normalcy will allow it to be retained.
Or...something like that. There's also something nice about ordering a bunch of takeout and letting other people bring over food.
For any new guests, the building is the epitome of cleanliness- Rex lives here, after all- and nondescript to the point of it being a little surreal. Plenty of alcohol in the fridge, though, and a mysterious cupboard marked "Martin's Things." Maybe don't open it. Besides that, the only other thing to call out is a goldfish in a tank in the living room.
In any case, even if the building is a little boring, the people don't seem to be that way. Then again, maybe boring's what you're here for? Better than chaotic around here. ]
WHERE: MF4
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Family Dinner: The Return. After a long hiatus, it has returned. If you are a friend of any of the residents, assume you're invited to eat!
WARNINGS: None now, will add if needed.
[ The last time there was a dinner in this house, there were different stresses, slightly different residents, and no one had died yet. Perhaps you can't blame anyone for not planning another group meal soon after that.
Since then, though, things have been...mostly quiet. Comparatively. Yes, the world is still a shitshow (in Cassandra's own opinion), but the residents of the house are back into a fairly domestic routine, and any threats to reality are ambiguous enough that one can occasionally pretend they're on the periphery rather than clearly encroaching. So friends are finally being invited to Maurtia Falls #004 again, in the hopes that performing normalcy will allow it to be retained.
Or...something like that. There's also something nice about ordering a bunch of takeout and letting other people bring over food.
For any new guests, the building is the epitome of cleanliness- Rex lives here, after all- and nondescript to the point of it being a little surreal. Plenty of alcohol in the fridge, though, and a mysterious cupboard marked "Martin's Things." Maybe don't open it. Besides that, the only other thing to call out is a goldfish in a tank in the living room.
In any case, even if the building is a little boring, the people don't seem to be that way. Then again, maybe boring's what you're here for? Better than chaotic around here. ]
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[ The same goes for clones, doesn't it? On the outside, when the Jedi are listening - even Jedi they knew - they would talk a big game about valour, about bravery in combat, about cleverness and perseverence. And it would all be true. But in private, they'd talk about the dirty jokes and the illegal hooch troopers would brew in their bunks, the way some would snort when they laughed, the way that some would know just the right time to plant their hands on your shoulders so you know that you're not alone.
He leans back on his heels, looking out. ]
Doubt you'll find any clones, though. We've all been discountinued by your time, haven't we? The closest you'd get would be their kin.
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[ As far as he knows, cloning is no longer a thing that's done. Who would keep that up? That sounds stupid. ]
But I might find some old men, withered and grey, wanting to tell stories. Or their children. Who knows.
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[ That, and Rex has his suspicions that they age even faster than they told them. He sees himself in the mirror. Sees how old he looks. He used to think it was normal, but after meeting so many natborns...
Ah, well. Nobody needs to know. ]
Their kids, though, I'll give you that. Don't suppose you ever ran into anyone going by the name of Lawquane in your forces? [ The Lawquanes didn't seem like the sort to stay silent throughout this. Nor their kids. Nor their kids' kids, if they're anything like their parents. ]
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Not personally. But that doesn't much, Rex, I definitely don't know everyone by name. Especially if they aren't a pilot.
Who are they?
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[ That doesn't mean that the Lawquanes got involved, or even that they survived. But Rex would like to think that they did. He has that hope. It's an unfounded hope, but it's what he chooses to believe. ]
If you wanted to meet a remnant of my people, they'd be a good bet. One of the vod'e deserted. Wound up with a Twilek widow and her two kids. Now her kids are his own. Good kids. I can't imagine they'd stay well out of things.
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But it wasn't like my parents were dragging home platoons to meet their son on Yavin, you know? I didn't even see them for years.
But I'll keep my out for them. Promise.