Saga Diary of a Moisture Farmer; OCs, DDC 2014

Hoepfully more laughs to come, Azure.

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Of course he did it anyway. And appeared soaking wet because the quarter went into a lockdown because he had the heat detectors disabled and nobody living showed up in the quarter and everybody was sprayed liberally with water and liquid fire-repellant.
Didn't improve his mood.
Didn't improve the mood of his roomies either.

 

Well, water is better than sand, or is it not?

 

Uh oh. Boredom is not good for their longevity, here. Hopefully Vader is really busy these days and won't notice...

 

Well, Findwsomwan, the other shoe will drop. Even those two know by now. Idjits.

Might, Azure. Depends on what you do with it.

Somebody is likely going to notice, Kahara. I think Vader's a litle too high up the foodchain, though.

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"No."

"Why not?"

"Apart from regulations?" I glare at him. "There's almost enough space for the six of us. Where would you stay?"

"Your place."

"I have a bunk, a locker and a chair."

"So?"

"You sleep on the chair."

"Just make some space in the bunk. Roll aside."

"Where to? Into the wall?"

"You're tiny!"

"Am not!"

"Are too! You could sleep on my belly."

We stare at each other for a few moments. then we shake our heads in unison.

"Well."

 

"Apart from regulations?" I glare at him. "There's almost enough space for the six of us. Where would you stay?"

"Your place."

"I have a bunk, a locker and a chair."

Regulations, a bunk, a locker and a chair, sounds like a lot of self-insert here... ...

Joking, I love the story the way it is. Your humour & writing style never fail to make me grin.

 

Well, I got two big room, two balconies and an electroni awning, Azure...

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"Relocation."

"Yeah."

"I'm not surprised."

Konkers snorts. "Didn't even ask for it."

"No," I shake my head, "not in so many words."

There is no reply. "Where to?"

"Don't know." He hunches. I follow suit. It's a ****ing big space wedge.

"I am tiny," I offer.

"Not enough." He pats my shoulder. "And I don't sleep on the back anyway."

We think the options through in silence but no matter what, it always ends up with one rolling out of the bunk.

"You did have to take an upper one, didn't?"

I shrug. It's not as if I had much of a choice.

 

I shrug. It's not as if I had much of a choice.

Sometimes life does NOT leave much choice.

 

Right now, I might have more of one than makes me happy Azure. And thank you for the letter!

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"That's the other end of the ship."

"I know."

"The beeping other end of the ship!

"I. Know!" Konkers kicks the bulkhead. It thuds satisfactorily. He also hops around on one foot because it was a heartfelt kick. His hand clamps down on my shoulder as he tries to steady himself. Then we both hop because he is tall and bulky and I am not and also that was my foot he had hopped onto.

"Beep."

There isn't much else to say.

 

Well, Findswoman, the beeps are actually ****s but they don't show up except for the starry-eyed. Meep is a great interjection! I used it a lot myself.

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Time off becomes boring again. We comm each other a lot and scour the infrastructure for a sensible transport. There's a fast lane covering the whole distance in the quarter of an hour. It is restricted for priority transportation. We feel rather prior but it doesn't help.

A normal turbolift isn't very turbo at all and takes an hour. So much wasted time.

 

A normal turbolift isn't very turbo at all and takes an hour. So much wasted time.

I would die in THAT lift. I trained myself so hard the past years NOT to freak out in a lift, but YOUR lift would scare the living daylights out of me.

 

That must be one big!! wedge if the turbo crawls LOL

 

those discussions and now a turbo that isn't a turbo and a wedge that big

 

I think trains might be too bulky for starships, Azure. So travelling on boxes it is...

19 kilomeeters from one end to the other, Nyota's Heart. And not even Imperials want to squash their people with acceleration. Or so I think.

It's still fast, earlybird, just not fast enough. Maybe they will invent beaming now.

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"Time to get wasted!" Konkers grins like a squirrel on speed.

"I don't believe it!" I stare into the hole in the wall. A removable cover panel, probably the only one left on the whole ship. "Colour me ****ed."

"With pleasure." He rests his arms on my shoulders and watches the free and accessible space with me. The possibilities!

"I kept some of the spoons with straws in their handle from when we got iced caf cream."

"Very sensible." I can feel his smile against my cheek

"And I'll bring the chemistry set." What won't we be able to do with that. I grin. "You're amazing."

"I know."

 

up to more mischief.
spoons with straws can lead to fun

 

Very sensible update!

 

Hmm. One cover panel in the whole ship and they found it.

Though it sounds like they're still being sent to opposite sides of the space wedge. They may be forced to socialize with their meticulously starched roommates. Fate worse than death, surely.

 

Crazy theory time: They are actually under full surveillance from Darth Vader who are using them in some kind of weird social experiment for no other reason that he right now fell a need for a hobby, that's why they have jet been thrown out of the ‘Executor’ and that is why can fine that one cover panel!

 

Gamiel,

It's for a documentary.

 

The spoons will be integral parts of the new distillery, earlybird. After all why build it easy if you can go for complicated.

Maybe they are more careful now, Findswoman.

The update is sure more sensible than the characters, Azure.

They are, Kahara. But now they can meet at their new private haven.

Gamiel. Now that would be evil. Playing with the poor sods like that. Well ok, Vader is a Sith Lord.

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We huddle closely together before the open panel as Konkers moves in the last parts. "I herewith declare this distillery operational!" He ribs me enthusiastically.

I glare art him from my new position, prone on the ground.

"Floored you again. I'm good, ain't I?" His smug face is intolerable. So I pounce.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, young man!" He pins me, especially my legs. "Careful with those feet that close to the 'still!"

I hold still. Anything for moonshine.

"Konkers?"

"Yeah?"

"You're getting heavy."

"So?"

 

Konkers heavy? Eating too much sugar or chocolate?