[open] well, shit

[onlydoubts]

WHO: Bodhi Rook and you
WHERE: all the hell over
WHEN: a few days after this and this.
WHAT: Cassian is gone, Bodhi tries to deal.
WARNINGS: rogue one spoilers - death talk, alcohol use and probably some violence.

( life is short, to say the least )

Ned's Gonna Pop Some Tags

[wintersfallen]

I. Thriftin'

It was the coat in the window that caught his attention. It was long, leather, trimmed in fur - far more similar to the sort of thing he'd have worn back home than much of anything else he'd found here.

The sign above the door declared this a "Thrift Store." He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but as he set about exploring the racks, he decided that whatever a "thrift" was, he liked it.

The shopkeeper seemed surprised, yet delighted when he asked for the coat. It was too warm for it now, but surely someday winter would come to this place too. So he let her talk him into something she called a "scarf," as well. It wouldn't be as warm as fur, but he could see the practicality of it. And besides, it was a lovely shade of blue, and he thought Cat would like it.

He wound up with a handful of other odds and ends, as well. But the real prize - aside from the coat - was a battered box labeled "Lawn Darts" that bore a set of short arrows and a pair of rings. Judging from the illustration, it was a game that involved throwing the arrows, and he could easily imagine his own children smiling just like the children on the box as they playfully competed with one another in this enjoyable test of skill. The box said it was "fun for the whole family," and really, how could it not be?

The walk home with all of his purchases may have been rather daunting, had it not been for one last practical suggestion from the shopkeeper. The small cart was just big enough to hold everything, and it certainly made the trip easier.

When he told the shopkeeper he would be returning soon, he meant it.

II. Fun For the Whole Family

Ned had thoroughly studied the rules of the game known as Lawn Darts, as provided on the yellowed piece of paper found inside the box. He had chosen a relative flat space behind the house, carefully measured out the distance and placed the two target rings.

He had also remembered, somewhere between the store and this moment, that the two children he has remaining here are not so much children any more at all, and he's trying not to let that discourage him.

"All right, we need two teams," he said. "How shall we pair up?"

Come on, kids. This will be fun. He's sure of it.

It said so on the box.

[OPEN] Cheeseburger in paradise. Heaven on earth with an onion slice.

[shittywizard]

WHO: The residents and neighbors of MF#3, and whoever else wanders by
WHERE: The backyard of Maurtia Falls 3
WHEN: Some sunny weekend in August
WHAT: Backyard barbecue, baby!
WARNINGS: Puns and really gratuitous food descriptions.

( Not too particular, not too precise, I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. )