ataraxion | A series of unfortunate texts

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A series of unfortunate texts - Dated for today

[OOC: This will be a bunch of closed texts. Sorry.]

To Bail Organa

Dad, I...I got something different in my locker this jump. I think it might interest you as much as it does me. Which is to say a lot but not at all.

To Peter Quill

I believe I owe you a drink, Mr Quill. I just received some extremely rare whiskey if you're interested in sharing.

To Luke Skywalker

This horrible ship just sent me three bottles of whiskey from Alderaan. Would you like one for yourself? No obligation to share it with me.

To Lúthien

I don't know if elves can get drunk, but I need a friend and I have liquor. Care to join me? Feel free to bring Artanis as well. I think my dad might come.

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Thanks but I'm not so sure that's a good idea. What if you hold onto it for me so that I'm not tempted do something stupid when I'm not being supervised?

[Luke is pretty sure one of those could give him alcohol poisoning if he drank it fast enough. The fact that he's hardly eaten these past few days would definitely make that easier. He's pretending to be functional for the sakes of those who care about him but the truth of the matter is that he doesn't trust himself. At least he's being honest?]

Considering I've seen Alderaanian whiskey put men twice your size on their asses with a few shots, I'm sure that's a good idea. It wasn't a blanket offer. Let me know when you think you're ready for it, okay?

Sure, I'll do that. Don't hold your breath though. It might collect some dust.

[Despite feeling like shit Luke is being a little dramatic. In a week or so he'll probably find himself a bit eager for human contact and social drinking. Misery loves company.]

[Well, with the way things are, she doesn't fault him for his words. She only wishes, again, that she could be allowed the little petty dramas most people took for granted.]

It's already well-aged if the label is to be believed. Don't wait too long.

Why do I not like the sound of this?

Because it's not exactly a good thing that the ship decided to gift me. The upside is the bottles of whiskey.

And something to make you want it?

You could say that. A holovid of Alderaan.

[That she's been staring at for the last hour.]

Where are you?

[Because we shouldn't be having this discussion over text message]

My room.

[Which is change enough for how things have been going lately.]

I'll be right there.

I was just headed to the Gardens to join Lúthien and Galadriel. I'm sure they'd like to see you too.

[Because Leia knows that being alone right now is probably very stupid.]

That sounds wise as well.

[It sounds like no time to be alone, just from the vagueness he's gotten so far.]

I can meet you there.

You might as well bring Laura along with you, Dad. She could use the break. And the more, the merrier, right?

It's always good to have others around.

Oh we can get drunk but it takes quite a bit more, I think, than other races.

[So if Leia gets wasted, she has someone to carry her to bed or the bathroom.]

I am sure Artanis will not mind joining. Where would you like us to meet you?

Well, I've just received some very potent whiskey from my planet. [Her destroyed planet, mind.] So, we can see how well this works on you.

[Considering Leia usually only drinks a glass of wine or two during important dinners, it'll be way more alcohol than she's ready for. Best to have company.]

The Gardens seem like a fine place. It'll keep me from going into the holodecks for a while.

We will at least have a grand time finding out.

The Gardens then. I shall find us a comfortable place and drag Artanis out with me.

Yes, I guess we will.

I'll be there in an hour. Hopefully that's enough time for the two of you?

More than enough time, I think. We look forward to seeing you.

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