The Art of Conversation, 3rd period
Jun. 16th, 2025 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intheeyeofthebeholding posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
fandomhigh"So, um." Jon rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It was brought to my attention last week that apparently people don't actually enjoy small-talk." Which just made him want to ask why so many of them insisted on it! "So I thought I would...well, that is, I'd like to know just what it is you do enjoy talking about. If you wanted to say."
Which possibly should have been a first-day topic, but look, he never claimed to be good at this!
Which possibly should have been a first-day topic, but look, he never claimed to be good at this!
National Park Adventure Team! [Monday, Period 4]
Jun. 16th, 2025 01:54 pmatreideslioness posting in fandomhighStudents had been warned in advance that today would be more aquatic than prior classes, and Ghanima had a beach bag over her shoulder and a large hat on Trebor's head that he kept pulling at and giggling.
"I hope you all brought your sunscreen," she said cheerfully. "We're off to scuba diving at Ras Muhammad National Park, on Egypt's Sinai Peninsula. It overlooks the Gulf of Suez on the west and the Gulf of Aqaba to the east, and the park is becoming a center of eco-tourism in the region."
"The promontory was known as Ποσείδιον -- Poseidion -- in Antiquity, indicating that it used to have a shrine dedicated to the Greek deity Poseidon. When the Sinai Peninsula was returned to Egypt's government, Ras Muhammad was declared for protection from fishing and other human activities, as some of the fishing methods, such as using dynamite and knives were also impacting on the coral reef and the fish populations. In 1983, the Egyptian Environmental Affairs Agency established the area as a marine reserve for the protection of marine and terrestrial wildlife. More than 220 species of coral are found in the Ras Muhammad area, 125 of them soft coral. The area is home to more than 1,000 species of fish, 40 species of starfish, 25 species of sea urchins, more than 100 species of mollusks, multiple types of turtles, and 150 species of crustaceans"
"The inland area includes a diversity of desert habitats such as mountains and wadis, gravel and coastal mud plains and sand dunes. The area also plays a role in bird migration, serving as a place of rest and nourishment."
The portal popped into existence, and she reached down to adjusting her son's hat. "So, let's beat the cloudy weather, and hit the waves!"
"I hope you all brought your sunscreen," she said cheerfully. "We're off to scuba diving at Ras Muhammad National Park, on Egypt's Sinai Peninsula. It overlooks the Gulf of Suez on the west and the Gulf of Aqaba to the east, and the park is becoming a center of eco-tourism in the region."
"The promontory was known as Ποσείδιον -- Poseidion -- in Antiquity, indicating that it used to have a shrine dedicated to the Greek deity Poseidon. When the Sinai Peninsula was returned to Egypt's government, Ras Muhammad was declared for protection from fishing and other human activities, as some of the fishing methods, such as using dynamite and knives were also impacting on the coral reef and the fish populations. In 1983, the Egyptian Environmental Affairs Agency established the area as a marine reserve for the protection of marine and terrestrial wildlife. More than 220 species of coral are found in the Ras Muhammad area, 125 of them soft coral. The area is home to more than 1,000 species of fish, 40 species of starfish, 25 species of sea urchins, more than 100 species of mollusks, multiple types of turtles, and 150 species of crustaceans"
"The inland area includes a diversity of desert habitats such as mountains and wadis, gravel and coastal mud plains and sand dunes. The area also plays a role in bird migration, serving as a place of rest and nourishment."
The portal popped into existence, and she reached down to adjusting her son's hat. "So, let's beat the cloudy weather, and hit the waves!"
Trooper Station, Monday, June 16
Jun. 16th, 2025 02:23 pmgrenadesandohana posting in fandomtowniesSteve was glancing around the station and wondering if it counted as the Troopers' home and as such, could he take home a stapler or something for his homework for problem solving class next week.
Plan B was getting invited to someone's house for dinner. Plan B would take more work.
The Trooper Station was open and plotting petty larceny, as one does.
Plan B was getting invited to someone's house for dinner. Plan B would take more work.
The Trooper Station was open and plotting petty larceny, as one does.
Fandom Radio, Monday June 16th
Jun. 16th, 2025 10:55 ampocketpretzels posting in fandom_radioGood morning. It is Monday once again and thus you are hearing from me once again.
The action yesterday was, I'm sure you're all shocked to hear, all taking place in Town, with Mrs. Argentum and the Little Miss were making a Father's Day breakfast for Mr. Argentum, and they- Mr. and Mrs. Argentum, that is, the Little Miss mostly being focused on the pancakes, solid show of priorities right there- discussed what they ought to do to celebrate the day. Mr. Boc stopped by J,GoB for his usual cinnamon roll, and was confronted with questions from the staff regarding his plans for Father's Day. A gambit that ended rather awkwardly as Mr. Boc does not have a father. I also grew up without a father, so you're in- well, you're in company, Mr. Boc. Suppose whether it's good is entirely subjective.
Stark was in the park. *squirrely chitters* Yes, thank you, I'm aware that was a rhyme. I'm sure no one's ever pointed that out before. Continuing on, I stopped to chat with him about my plans for lunch. The squirrels are giving me judgemental looks for not having a 'juicy' conversation, whatever that means.
At the Stark-Rogers residence, Mr. Rogers was concerned about Mr. Stark, and eventually coerced him out of his laboratory for a meal.
And that, everyone, is all of note that happened yesterday.
The action yesterday was, I'm sure you're all shocked to hear, all taking place in Town, with Mrs. Argentum and the Little Miss were making a Father's Day breakfast for Mr. Argentum, and they- Mr. and Mrs. Argentum, that is, the Little Miss mostly being focused on the pancakes, solid show of priorities right there- discussed what they ought to do to celebrate the day. Mr. Boc stopped by J,GoB for his usual cinnamon roll, and was confronted with questions from the staff regarding his plans for Father's Day. A gambit that ended rather awkwardly as Mr. Boc does not have a father. I also grew up without a father, so you're in- well, you're in company, Mr. Boc. Suppose whether it's good is entirely subjective.
Stark was in the park. *squirrely chitters* Yes, thank you, I'm aware that was a rhyme. I'm sure no one's ever pointed that out before. Continuing on, I stopped to chat with him about my plans for lunch. The squirrels are giving me judgemental looks for not having a 'juicy' conversation, whatever that means.
At the Stark-Rogers residence, Mr. Rogers was concerned about Mr. Stark, and eventually coerced him out of his laboratory for a meal.
And that, everyone, is all of note that happened yesterday.
Fandom Clinic, Monday 6/16
Jun. 16th, 2025 01:05 pmstykera posting in fandom_clinicMonday morning meant another clinic shift. As always.
The weather was a little questionable today but Stark was planning on being inside for his shift. It would be rather odd for the clinic to suddenly be outside but this was an odd island.
He had coffees for the nurses, as always, but he hadn't brought himself anything to eat and was regretting that life choice.
Stabby, meanwhile, was just chilling in his tank with a bagel that he was definitely not sharing.
The clinic was open, the alien was in and hungry, and the crab was possibly taunting him.
The weather was a little questionable today but Stark was planning on being inside for his shift. It would be rather odd for the clinic to suddenly be outside but this was an odd island.
He had coffees for the nurses, as always, but he hadn't brought himself anything to eat and was regretting that life choice.
Stabby, meanwhile, was just chilling in his tank with a bagel that he was definitely not sharing.
The clinic was open, the alien was in and hungry, and the crab was possibly taunting him.
Creative Problem Solving, June 16, 2025 [Second period]
Jun. 16th, 2025 10:38 amsith_happened posting in fandomhighYour teachers looked much less horrifically hungover this morning, so good job to Anakin and Ahsoka. "Good morning, everyone," Anakin began. "I trust your weekends were filled with brooding about your fathers or father-figures."
He'd been in Fandom a long time.
"Hopefully your homework helped distract from that," Ahsoka said with a dryness that made it clear she had not expected it to.
"Whoops," Anakin said, not looking or sounding sorry.
After Anakin had learnt his lesson from the quality of the things he was given for their homework (let's be real, he never would), Ahsoka continued, "Today's task will be helpful for those of you interested in a future in politics. Because it's going to be slightly less frustrating."
Anakin nodded. "Get all of the banana into the bottle," he said, pointing to the eight tables and the objects on them: a green wine bottle with a stopper attached with a combination lock, and a banana. "You cannot break the bottle. The bottle cannot leave the table. The fastest person to get all of the banana into the bottle wins."
The banana, they didn't mention, was frozen, and the bottle was filled with Jello. Good thing there was a closet filled with moddable objects on the other side of the classroom, right?
"Your time starts now."
He'd been in Fandom a long time.
"Hopefully your homework helped distract from that," Ahsoka said with a dryness that made it clear she had not expected it to.
"Whoops," Anakin said, not looking or sounding sorry.
After Anakin had learnt his lesson from the quality of the things he was given for their homework (let's be real, he never would), Ahsoka continued, "Today's task will be helpful for those of you interested in a future in politics. Because it's going to be slightly less frustrating."
Anakin nodded. "Get all of the banana into the bottle," he said, pointing to the eight tables and the objects on them: a green wine bottle with a stopper attached with a combination lock, and a banana. "You cannot break the bottle. The bottle cannot leave the table. The fastest person to get all of the banana into the bottle wins."
The banana, they didn't mention, was frozen, and the bottle was filled with Jello. Good thing there was a closet filled with moddable objects on the other side of the classroom, right?
"Your time starts now."
The Magpie Emporium, Monday [16/06]
Jun. 16th, 2025 08:10 pmgiveittoyoursister posting in fandomtowniesVi's plan of doing her homework for Anakin's class last minute and from things she could find in the shop had hit an unexpected stumbling block. After all, it wasn't like she had an abundance of middle aged men in her life she was good enough terms to ask for advice here, and she most definitely had never had any interest in the contents of Vander's bedside table.
So don't mind her as she kept looking through the inventory for inspiration.
So don't mind her as she kept looking through the inventory for inspiration.
The Photo Hut; Monday [06/16].
Jun. 16th, 2025 07:10 amhashtag_chocobro posting in fandomtowniesThe weekend had been a really good one, and yesterday had been spent...well, not too much differently than some of his days, but with that extra bit of warmth and happiness in it for having had a good Father's Day, even if it still broke his brain a little bit that he was even qualified to be celebrated for something called Father's Day. But it put him in a pretty great mood that morning as he headed to the shop, whistling the theme from one of the Disney movies they'd watched with Noctra yesterday, and he got to work, doing a bit of organizing and reshelving around the store before settling in front of the computer to check his emails and work a little bit on a project for Liz's birthday coming up.
He should probably throw something together for Ignis and Liliana, too. But the nice thing about being such a trigger happy photographer is that he had plenty of material to work with for this sort of thing!
The Photo Hut is open!
He should probably throw something together for Ignis and Liliana, too. But the nice thing about being such a trigger happy photographer is that he had plenty of material to work with for this sort of thing!
The Photo Hut is open!
Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/16].
Jun. 16th, 2025 07:03 amsomethingwithturquoise posting in fandomtowniesSummer had gotten ahead of Apu a little bit and saw what days he might be celebrating and seized an opportunity to jump on at least one holiday for herself. Which meant that Turtle & Canary was getting a new temporary friend, because it was Take Your Cat to Work Day, and so Pancakes was definitely coming with her.
Of course, Summer did realize there was a problem with this whole plan the moment Pancakes caught sight of the canary, which was definitely on Summer. But sometimes, you know, you just forgot about those guys, you know?
She was keeping an eye on them both between her inventory and orders, and feeling glad that the holiday Apu was leaning into today was Fresh Veggie Day, which was normal and lead to useful discounts on produce...as long as you ignored that Apu was wearing a broccoli costume, anyway.
Summer was definitely ignoring the broccoli costume.
Today's Squishy Flavors
Cannoli
Tortilla
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
Of course, Summer did realize there was a problem with this whole plan the moment Pancakes caught sight of the canary, which was definitely on Summer. But sometimes, you know, you just forgot about those guys, you know?
She was keeping an eye on them both between her inventory and orders, and feeling glad that the holiday Apu was leaning into today was Fresh Veggie Day, which was normal and lead to useful discounts on produce...as long as you ignored that Apu was wearing a broccoli costume, anyway.
Summer was definitely ignoring the broccoli costume.
Cannoli
Tortilla
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
Infinite Consortium, Monday
Jun. 16th, 2025 12:53 amdeathsmajesty posting in fandomtowniesLiliana glared down at the box on her desk like it had personally offended her. Because it had, by the sheer virtue of not being exactly what she wanted.
"That's all?" she asked in disbelief. "In the entire store, that's all. Not even twenty!" She glared down harder at the box in question, but the numbers did not change no matter how hard she willed it so.
Ugh.
Fine then, she'd start with this poor lot, she supposed. If she couldn't find something suitable here, she'd just move on. Ravnica, probably, or possibly Kaladesh? She'd heard stories of famed craftsmen in Fiora, perhaps she could find some time to take a little 'Walk there and see if those stories were true...Though that would make this little project of hers far more complicated and far more difficult to keep secret until it was ready.
Annoyed all over again, she dumped the box out onto the surface of her desk. The rings tumbled out in a series of soft metallic clangs. Once she had all eighteen laid out in front of her, she began the winnowing process. "No...no....ugly...no...cursed...hmm, potential, perhaps...no...no...useful but ugly...absolutely not, whoever designed this should be ashamed...useless...no...boring...no..."
Abyss, this was going to take forever. Why were most artificers cursed with such appalling taste in jewelry?
"That's all?" she asked in disbelief. "In the entire store, that's all. Not even twenty!" She glared down harder at the box in question, but the numbers did not change no matter how hard she willed it so.
Ugh.
Fine then, she'd start with this poor lot, she supposed. If she couldn't find something suitable here, she'd just move on. Ravnica, probably, or possibly Kaladesh? She'd heard stories of famed craftsmen in Fiora, perhaps she could find some time to take a little 'Walk there and see if those stories were true...Though that would make this little project of hers far more complicated and far more difficult to keep secret until it was ready.
Annoyed all over again, she dumped the box out onto the surface of her desk. The rings tumbled out in a series of soft metallic clangs. Once she had all eighteen laid out in front of her, she began the winnowing process. "No...no....ugly...no...cursed...hmm, potential, perhaps...no...no...useful but ugly...absolutely not, whoever designed this should be ashamed...useless...no...boring...no..."
Abyss, this was going to take forever. Why were most artificers cursed with such appalling taste in jewelry?
Stark Tower but Smallish [Sunday afternoon]
Jun. 15th, 2025 05:26 pmheroic_jawlineIt had been weirdly awkward between Steve and Tony since the emotional baggage day. Tony had been working in the lab, Steve had been eating all the Moobyburgers working out, restocking the cheese fridge, and checking in with his colleagues at home.
But today, Father's Day, Steve was giving Tony another hour before going into the lab and dragging Tony out, feeding him, and making him talk. He missed them being them.
[OOC: For that husband.]
But today, Father's Day, Steve was giving Tony another hour before going into the lab and dragging Tony out, feeding him, and making him talk. He missed them being them.
[OOC: For that husband.]
J,GoB; Sunday Morning [06/15].
Jun. 15th, 2025 01:41 pmbeautiful_boc posting in fandomtowniesIn their usual bid for small talk, the staff at J,GoB had asked Boc, when he came in for his usual cinnamon roll, if he had any plans for Father's Day, but he didn't even know what that was, and had to explain that he didn't really have a father. He didn't have a mother, either, at least not any more, and telling them that made him feel all awkward and sad and so as soon as he could, he thanked them for thr cinnamon roll and went scampering off to his corner.
He wasn't really that hungry anymore, though. But it was still delicious, so he was just making slow work through the pastry while brooding and wondering what he could work on making that week to make his mother proud.
[[ work is actually slowish? So definitely open for all your baked good needs! ]]
He wasn't really that hungry anymore, though. But it was still delicious, so he was just making slow work through the pastry while brooding and wondering what he could work on making that week to make his mother proud.
[[ work is actually slowish? So definitely open for all your baked good needs! ]]
The Smith Household; Earth, Dimension FH-001, Sunday Afternoon [06/15].
Jun. 15th, 2025 11:22 amsomethingwithturquoiseEven though there walls a whole Dimensionality factor involved, Summer would have actually have felt a little bad about spending Father's Day Weekend around Seattle and then not at least stop in to see her dad and grandpa (and, he'll, Morty, too, joining the line of terrible fathes in this household). She definitely wasn't dropping in until later in the afternoon, when the ringing from the concert started to finally drain from her skull, and she was spending most of her time on the couch and on her phone.
But, like, it was important, what she was typing out, in a mass text to whoever the multiverse wanted to deliver it to:
hey everyone!
Just do you know, I'm throwing a big
BIRTHDAY BEACH PARTY SUMMER SUMMER BASH!
On Friday (the 20th)
Drinks, food, music, maybe games, idk, but whatever, just show up and have fun!
Because it's almost summer and it's also mg birthday!
There. Now to text a few other people spd finally about stuff and continuing ignoring her family in real time so that she could at least say she was present, what more did they want?
[[ open for calls, texts, rando visits, whatever!]]
But, like, it was important, what she was typing out, in a mass text to whoever the multiverse wanted to deliver it to:
Just do you know, I'm throwing a big
BIRTHDAY BEACH PARTY SUMMER SUMMER BASH!
On Friday (the 20th)
Drinks, food, music, maybe games, idk, but whatever, just show up and have fun!
Because it's almost summer and it's also mg birthday!
There. Now to text a few other people spd finally about stuff and continuing ignoring her family in real time so that she could at least say she was present, what more did they want?
[[ open for calls, texts, rando visits, whatever!]]
The Park, Sunday Noon-ish
Jun. 15th, 2025 10:34 amstykera posting in fandomtowniesSometimes it was just good to be outside. Today was one of those times for Stark. It wasn't particularly sunny but the weather was pleasant and there were birds to watch (and hopefully no raccoons watching him).
He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.
He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.
[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]
He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.
He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.
[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]
The Apartment Above the Photo Hut - Sunday Morning
Jun. 15th, 2025 10:18 pmflamesburnedIt was father’s day and Liz wanted to be able to do something special for Prompto, so she had gotten up early and had gotten Noctra up and ready, then she started work on making breakfast.
Liz was focusing on the eggs and bacon and keeping an eye on Noctra, who had insisted on helping with breakfast as well so Noctra was helping stir the pancake batter, some of the batter was ending up on the floor so there was going to be a clean up later but for the time being Liz was focused on getting breakfast ready for when Prompto woke up.
[for the husband!}
Liz was focusing on the eggs and bacon and keeping an eye on Noctra, who had insisted on helping with breakfast as well so Noctra was helping stir the pancake batter, some of the batter was ending up on the floor so there was going to be a clean up later but for the time being Liz was focused on getting breakfast ready for when Prompto woke up.
[for the husband!}
Fandom Radio, Saturday, June 14
Jun. 14th, 2025 09:28 ammustbeawitch posting in fandom_radioGood morning, everyone, and welcome to another Saturday of the news as presented by the drunken squirrels who spy upon us all. It's fine. It's perfectly fine. I remain Miss Lydia Bennet, here to read said notes to the best of my ability given the squirrels' atrocious handwriting.
Let's begin, shall we, with the school, where Relax and Chill took naps, whilst Galactic Tourism visited Hoth, which is so cold Mr. Rand complained. Dr. Blake talked with his First Aid students about what to do when the situation is rather unexpected.
We've no notes for the dormitory; the porg and I have talked about this; on to the town, where Miss Zarrin was I'm sure hard at work at Plant Parenthood, whilst at Turtle & Canary a celebration of some sport with a soft ball was ongoing. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was confronted by quite a lot of oranges, and Mr. Grant planned to take some of them home with him after luncheon. At her warehouse, Miss Skywalker was likewise faced with a plague of round objects, but hers were not delicious oranges but rather "ping pong balls," which are apparently plastic, and which she warned Dean Skywalker of, lest he slip and fall and break a hip. Lastly, Mr. McGarrett was at his home looking for food, which I should certainly hope he has, and Mr. Williams wanted to discuss his activity levels. Apparently Mr. McGarrett was upset he was not chosen for Dean Skywalker's Wednesday madness, and I cannot imagine why. I'm not sure I shall ever get the stains out of that dress, and that's with magic.
That is the last of my notes, dear listeners, so I shall bid you farewell until next week. Remember: avoid the park on Wednesdays if you value your clothing!
Let's begin, shall we, with the school, where Relax and Chill took naps, whilst Galactic Tourism visited Hoth, which is so cold Mr. Rand complained. Dr. Blake talked with his First Aid students about what to do when the situation is rather unexpected.
We've no notes for the dormitory; the porg and I have talked about this; on to the town, where Miss Zarrin was I'm sure hard at work at Plant Parenthood, whilst at Turtle & Canary a celebration of some sport with a soft ball was ongoing. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was confronted by quite a lot of oranges, and Mr. Grant planned to take some of them home with him after luncheon. At her warehouse, Miss Skywalker was likewise faced with a plague of round objects, but hers were not delicious oranges but rather "ping pong balls," which are apparently plastic, and which she warned Dean Skywalker of, lest he slip and fall and break a hip. Lastly, Mr. McGarrett was at his home looking for food, which I should certainly hope he has, and Mr. Williams wanted to discuss his activity levels. Apparently Mr. McGarrett was upset he was not chosen for Dean Skywalker's Wednesday madness, and I cannot imagine why. I'm not sure I shall ever get the stains out of that dress, and that's with magic.
That is the last of my notes, dear listeners, so I shall bid you farewell until next week. Remember: avoid the park on Wednesdays if you value your clothing!
MCA #0, Friday evening
Jun. 13th, 2025 03:02 pmgrenadesandohanaSteve had been gritting his teeth and pushing through pain all week, nourished only by bland, terrible food, decaf coffee, and stubbornness.
(He was also fueled by his transplant anti-rejection pills, which he'd take for the rest of his life. He hated that.)
He wasn't running, but he was definitely walking up and down the steps of the island until his calves burned, and then did it for another half hour.
(His body had betrayed him after decades of work making it a finely oiled machine. He was punishing it just a little.)
And now he was back in the apartment, looking for something interesting to eat. There was nothing interesting to eat, but he was looking anyway.
[OOC: For Danno.]
(He was also fueled by his transplant anti-rejection pills, which he'd take for the rest of his life. He hated that.)
He wasn't running, but he was definitely walking up and down the steps of the island until his calves burned, and then did it for another half hour.
(His body had betrayed him after decades of work making it a finely oiled machine. He was punishing it just a little.)
And now he was back in the apartment, looking for something interesting to eat. There was nothing interesting to eat, but he was looking anyway.
[OOC: For Danno.]
Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon
Jun. 13th, 2025 01:15 pmthatwaslucky posting in fandomtowniesThe floor of the warehouse was covered in scattered patches of ping pong balls. A problem, yes. And because they moved so much, it was more annoying than it was when Rey had to sweep up sand or whatever, so she levitated them into a crate.
A moment later, even more were spilling across the floor.
That time, Rey tested a theory by levitating them into the lava. (It had its uses.)
Yeah so anyway she was gonna be meditating in the middle of a floor full of ping pong bslls.
[Open!]
A moment later, even more were spilling across the floor.
That time, Rey tested a theory by levitating them into the lava. (It had its uses.)
Yeah so anyway she was gonna be meditating in the middle of a floor full of ping pong bslls.
[Open!]
Galactic Tourism, 2nd period
Jun. 13th, 2025 12:04 pmunusual_sith posting in fandomhigh"Welcome," Lana said. There was a large crate with her, which she levitated with the Force to get it through the portal. "Today I imagine we're all melting," since the heat index in Baltimore was 100F, "so we're going somewhere cooler. I've got cold-weather clothing once we're through." She gestured after the crate. Nobody was going to have to put that on until you were actually where it was cool.
She walked through the portal and waited until they showed up, putting on her parka and inviting the others to do the same. Which they might want to, since they were in an ice cave.
Okay, "cooler" might be underselling it.
"Welcome to Hoth. One of the colder settled planets in the galaxy. Well, semi-settled." She waggled her hand. "That is, there are military bases for both the Empire and Republic here, along with outlaw settlements and scavenger and trader outposts. No shopping today, but there is a spectacular view." She led the way outside one everyone was suited up. The cave was halfway up a steep slope, overlooking a gorge with volcanic eruptions every so often that leaked hot rock, making the place a bit artistically foggy and somewhat warmer in places. Where the sun glinted off the ice, it glittered in blues and whites.
"I've got tea and coffee, and a bit of whiskey if you like, and you can take some time to appreciate the view and the cold, or you can carefully walk down to see the eruptions if you'd rather. I trust you to know where 'too close' is."
Then she was sitting on a rock and pouring herself a tea and whiskey.
She walked through the portal and waited until they showed up, putting on her parka and inviting the others to do the same. Which they might want to, since they were in an ice cave.
Okay, "cooler" might be underselling it.
"Welcome to Hoth. One of the colder settled planets in the galaxy. Well, semi-settled." She waggled her hand. "That is, there are military bases for both the Empire and Republic here, along with outlaw settlements and scavenger and trader outposts. No shopping today, but there is a spectacular view." She led the way outside one everyone was suited up. The cave was halfway up a steep slope, overlooking a gorge with volcanic eruptions every so often that leaked hot rock, making the place a bit artistically foggy and somewhat warmer in places. Where the sun glinted off the ice, it glittered in blues and whites.
"I've got tea and coffee, and a bit of whiskey if you like, and you can take some time to appreciate the view and the cold, or you can carefully walk down to see the eruptions if you'd rather. I trust you to know where 'too close' is."
Then she was sitting on a rock and pouring herself a tea and whiskey.