[Prank Event] Joint post for Luke Skywalker and Malcolm Reynolds

[last_ofthe_jedi]

{A: Action - Open to all}
-- location: At the grocery store
-- time: Late morning

[Luke's bundled himself up even though the weather's been getting warmer. He's moving slowly and if one were to get a good look at his face they'd see the signature green rash and spots.]

{B: Action - Open to housemates, friends, & neighbors}
-- location: 1765 Beaver Street
-- time: Afternoon-ish

[Except for that brief trip this morning to find soup and ginger ale Luke hasn't been out of the house in two days and he hasn't bothered to contact anyone. The house is quiet.]




{C: Action - Open to friends and neighbors}
-- location: 848 Goldberg Street
-- time: All day

[Mal hasn't made contact with anyone and he hasn't been seen all day or most of yesterday. Neighbors might notice the drone family at 848 Goldberg looking quite distraught as the wife leaves for work and the children leave for school. There was even some yelling earlier, a man's voice. After the family leaves Mal still isn't seen and the house is now dark and quiet.]

Comments

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Everything here does... eventually. But it... ain't pretty.

[Ooh boy, this might lead to an... interesting conversation]

[captain_tightpants]

Oh. Good. We all're knowin' that's my specialty.

[He gives as genuine a smirk as he can but it's masked in uncertainty.]

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Kaylee takes a deep breath. How do you explain "Well, you might die, but you'll get better!"]

Things don't always happen... quite how they ought, here.

[captain_tightpants]

[Snort.]

Kinda noticin' that.

[He nods towards the living room.] Imma need to go have a sit down, else my face'll be meetin' that pretty floor tile soon.

[Practically collapses onto the couch cushion, leaning back against the arm.]

Now, Little Kaylee. You makin' out to know somethin' I don't?

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Yeah, yeah, sit.

[She's not explaining this to anyone who isn't sitting down]

Things like... well, dyin', they don't actually... stick.

[captain_tightpants]

I'm sittin', I'm sittin'. [He pats the cushion next to him in invitation.]

Yeah, I noti-- wait, death does that too?