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Who: everyone!
When: Day 6
Where: everywhere!
What: regrouping after the event

Well, the swarm is over and the queen has died. What are you doing now, friends?

Heading back to the boneyard to regroup? Staying at the queen's carcass to harvest meat and pearl things? Staying maybe to heal if you're banged up? Or maybe you're arguing with others over what to do.

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[Ahsoka bites her bottom lip. She tries to keep a straight face.

... She fails.

She can't help it. She laughs.]

[ Oh the one hand, objective accomplished?

On the other, this is not how he wanted it to go. ]

Yeah, yeah, yak it up. I'll look thirty-five when I'm fifty, and you'll be a shrivelled crone!

[Ahsoka just shrugs, still grinning.]

Why should I care how I age?

Why shouldn't you? Gotta maintain the whole—[ he motions to himself, up and down. ]—look, you know.

Why? It's not like how I look means anything.

Of course it does! Most species have eyes.

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Well, sure, but-- what I meant was, it doesn't actually say anything about me as a person.

I've met loads of beautiful people who were awful.

Well yeah, but it's a first impression, right? Why wouldn't you want the outside to match the inside? Put your best foot forward.

This might come as a surprise to you, but I don't really care about the opinion of someone who's going to judge me based on how I look.

Hey, it's a useful tool! [ Psh. ] Yeah, whatever, you're just jealous you don't look this good.

[She shakes her head with a little wry smile.]

... Of course. You got it. I'm jealous.

See? I'm always right.

[ Is he joking with her, or is he serious?

It's doubtful even he knows. ]

Uh huh.

I'm going to quote that at you next time you're wrong.

Uuuunlikely to happen, but okay!

[ He turns away from her, and back towards the giant corpse of the queen. He eyes it all critically, now from a more practical point of view. ]

How do you think we're gonna...I dunno, salvage it all? We can't let it go to waste after everything.

[She follows his line of vision, considering the problem.]

Ugh. If I had my lightsabers, it would be easy...

I think our first order of business should be investigating whatever's down that sinkhole. We might be able to find something sharp down there to cut with.

[ He peers down, face crinkling. ]

You wanna go down there? [ (unsure) ] Fine, I guess...ladies first.

What, you scared?

[ Of course he takes the bait. ]

Uh, no. You wanna watch my six?

[ There's a quirk in his brow that lets her know just what he means by 'his six'. ]

[LANCE PLEASE.]

What's there to watch?

[ rude as hell??? ]

Wow. I'm wounded, Ashla.

[ He's no Beyoncé but he isn't flat like Keith!!!! ]

[She can't help it, she gives little chuckle.]

I'm confident you'll make a full recovery.

Well, whatever. Feast your eyes, I guess!

[ He's going first. Hook, line, sinker, etc. ]

All right, all right. I'm watching.

[As he goes down, she comes to the edge to peer over and watch him, making sure he lands safely.]

Aaah--!

[ He does! Land safely, that is. Nobody said anything about gracefully, though.

Yeah that...sure is an impressive faceplant. ]

Ow...

[She calls down just to make sure:]

Are you okay?

[She might be snippy, but she's not mean.]