[sticky entry] Sticky: [Voicemail]

May. 2nd, 2017 07:51 pm
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: comms)
~You have reached the voicemail of...~ You better be taking good care of my ship, Santy! ~Please leave a message after the tone.~
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: involuntary naptime)
Well, what had started as a perfectly normal booty call with a tall, hot, Imperial had rapidly, rapidly cascaded into a chaotic long overdue handwaved canon-catch-up series of events, that had involved amongst other things, faking her death numerous times, a stint in prison, bad choices with explosives, her tall, hot Imperial becoming a tall, hot rebel, accidentally becoming a dashing folk hero, an attempt at one-on-one mentorship of the youth, avenging her Mom's death, and earning the ire of Darth Vader all over again because he was disturbingly easy to trick.

Oh, yeah, and cutting herself out of the lives of all the people she cared about because she was a terrible person who ruined everything she touched.

Aphra glanced at the wall chrono as she staggered into the house and collapsed on her own couch, as you did.

All that, and she hadn't even missed a single class. Well, at least she had the whole weekend to do nothing but drink and plan class.

[Heheheheheh]
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: involuntary naptime)
There had been a lot of drinking last night. A lot of drinking which had led to some great decisions.

And okay, Aphra might have gotten a little distracted when she'd seen these digs, which were awesome, but in the end Aphra had gotten a very up-close and personal look at those cybernetics. Amongst other things.

Awesome things.

Less awesome was the hangover.
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: involuntary naptime)
Aphra had pretty much decided to wait this whole thing out at the place she'd been...let's just say surprise house sitting since she'd arrived on the island, with all Bond's her high quality booze to keep her company. Of course she wasn't counting on an almighty crash awakening her in the small hours of the morning.

She came downstairs to check out the damage and blinked. There was a giant gummy shark in the living room.
Page generated Jun. 8th, 2025 03:47 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios