Before - Legends The Dying of the Light (Qui-Gon, RR)

Best of luck to you Ishie. I already went thru that surgery and unfortunately lost some other parts along with it. Take it slow and easy in recovery. Don't believe the Dr. when you are told you should be back to work in 4 weeks! And don't forget to make hubby wait on you hand and foot while you recover. You deserve it!!!

 

Eep. He told me in the hospital 3 days, take it easy for 2 weeks, no travel at thanksgiving. My parents moved out to the state where I'm at college last year, so my mom's been coming down once a week to have a girl's afternoon out and she says she'll be around a lot during that time, since the hubby has to work a lot. And I like the service leader for our apartment complex, she's one of my friends, and is like, "I know how husbands are with the peanut-butter-and-jellyouthewazoo routine, so I'll make sure you're getting some good stuff as well." I look forward to writing a lot of fanfiction during that time.

 

I'm not posting yet and I think Renata would love to see you post.

 

Leona, I have found that my greatest work always comes when I'm in a lot of pain. It's weird, but I'll be flat on my back, miserable, and finally think of the exact form of dialogue that I've been trying to get for a week.

 

I've been thinking about joining in but I have to focus on my other fics first.... I might have something this weekend - but it would be entirely seperate so that anything posted before then wouldn't interfere....

 

I knew you'd think of something, Leona! Can't wait to see it. Jump in whenever you feel like it, dianethx. Anyone else? I know there are more Qui-Gon fans out there...

 

I will at some point, but I haven't even read what we have so far yet! But I'm still up for it.

 

Yay, more people to make this interesting.

 

Cool, the mystery deepens. I was always terrible at Clue. I'd guess Miss Scarlett in the library and it would be some butler in the pantry or was that Miss Lemon in the dining room?

Love the ritualistic nature of the murder and the possibility of copycat crimes. Great going so far.

 

Duh! It was Ishy in the parlor with the keyboard!

Was heartbroken for Saria at the disillusionment as well. That does suggest a motive for the mutilation, but could there be something that is masked by that that the criminal knew would have been "explained away" by her lifestyle? And I wonder what the runes are leading them to.

Despite your reticence, it was an excellent post.

 

OMG, Leona, the Force is truly with you; you are thinking along the lines I was when I originally posted this!!! The idea that the ritual had nothing to do with the murders... Hm... anyone else want to tackle this?

Dianethx will jump in this weekend, AthenaLeigh, you can jump in beforehand if you're ready. Any other mystery fans want to give it a shot?

 

I'll take a shot. But not yet. I had an idea but it isn't far enough along yet.

I'll keep worrying away at it.

In the mean time lovely work all. Very interesting. In a confuzzling sort of way. But that is a good thing.

KD

edited because I can't type lying down and I forget.

 

Up!

 

I can't participate unless I write something angstless, so I'll keep an eye on this anyway until December.

 

I will participate but I got hit with a rabid plot bunny for something else this weekend. Now that I've killed it, I should have something in a day or two.

Come on, Ish. You can write angst-free.

 

Yeah, but a murder investigation that goes "Oooh, and then we'll have a picnic!"?

 

Great job you guys! Very intriguing with the runes...hmmm... I'll have to try and follow my Master sometime!

 

I thought you only had to be angst- free thru the end of OCt? Or is it the end of evil obi?

 

I thought this needed to be lightened up just a bit. Hope that's okay. Enter a new player.

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"Truthslayer, you're in trouble." The whining voice cut across the tat-tat-tat of clicking keys.

Suddenly there was a thick and anticipatory silence as all eyes in the newsroom swiveled to stare at the suicidal fool. No one ever called Jossa Trutsler [i]"Truthslayer"[/i]. Well, not to her face in any case. She had ways of extracting revenge, usually days or even weeks later and she was very creative. Most of the reporters had felt her wrath at one time or another and no one ever wanted to repeat the experience.

Obviously, the idiot in question was asking for it. He didn't even have the brains to make a quick escape. Instead, he turned around and looked at the rest of the now-quiet nightshift on the Daily Coruscant News. "What? What did I say?"

A wicked smile wreathing her face, Jossa sauntered slowly over to the clueless Nester Nieb. The bodies in the office seemed to turn as one, all hoping to get a glimpse of the action as it unfolded.

"What did you call me?" The low voice was playful, in the same way a sandpanther is playful before they eat their prey.

"Hey, Jossa. There you are. Boss wants to see you." Nester was beginning to realize that he was in deep poodoo. He stepped back once and then again as she neared. When she said nothing but continued to stare at him as she closed the gap, he swallowed hard. "Jossa, Boss says now." Another swallow. "Please?"

"Nieb, have I ever told you how much I appreciate your hard work?" Her soft question carried across the room.

"Errrr, no but thank you." His voice went up an octave as he realized his mistake. Babbling, he said, "Don't kill me."

"Nester, please. I've never actually harmed anyone before but I could make an?. exception." Her smile widened, showing teeth. "I saw your new speeder yesterday. A real beauty. Hope it handles as well as it looks."

"Jossa, I? I promise I won't call you Truthslayer again. It just slipped out. Really." His beady eyes grew moist with trepidation. "Not the speeder, please."

A quick laugh. "All right, Nieb, not? the speeder."

Nester nodded toward the closed door at the back of the newsroom. "Boss wants you. Something big. He said to come right away." As she turned away, he murmured, "Please not the speeder."

She just snorted at that.

Knocking softly on the door, she waltzed in and stood there waiting for recognition. Her boss, Kenth Sle'fet, was hunched over a piece of flimsiplast, growling softly and tut-tutting as his grey muzzle wafted back and forth over the sheet. It was almost as if he were sniffing out the news.

Jossa could tell that something was up. He rarely did that sort of thing unless it was big. Since the Bothan's contacts rivaled the Jedi's information net, it could only be a very juice story. And she was going to get it. Wonderful!

She cleared her throat several times. Finally, when he still ignored her, she interrupted his little sniffing foray. She didn't have all night especially with a hot story waiting to break. "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

At that, he looked up, his black eyes staring at her in annoyance. "Ah yes, Jossa. Come in, come in. Close the door."

She didn't remind him that she was already [i]in[/i] and had been for a while. That would not be wise. Closing the door like the good little reporter that she was, she pointed to the flimsiplast. "Got something for me, Boss?"

He waved his paw in her direction. Sitting down, she resigned herself to wait for his lead. He was her supervisor, after all, at least for now.

"Trutsler, you have got to stop scaring the staff. It's bad for business. It's bad for the reputation of this news station. It's bad, period. Do you take my meaning?"

"But, Boss, they?" Jossa sighed. She knew her last little spot of revenge with the bounty hunter and that pool of half-cooked gelatin had not gone over well. The cretin deserved it but apparently, revenge is not always sweet. "Yes, sir. I understand. It won't happen again."

"You are qui

 

Lovely Diane! Wow. Loved it.

Bags I the next post? It'll take me a day or so, so if someone else is ready to jump in go ahead, and I'll take the next one.

KD

 

No, Not Jinn!

I wanna hear that back story