Nick Sept
Worst Ghost in the Galaxy
New Crevasse City, Alderaan. It wasn't home. Hell, it was too cold and too.....civilized for the professional out-lander and wilderness man. Still, the forests would likely make for good hunting if the opportunity were available. But he wasn't here to hunt. Well, not for food, anyhow. He was here to see a friend. He approached the house calmly and quietly. It wasn't easy to deal with all this protocol and formality, but he knocked on the door politely, standing alone. He didn't want to bring the other clones in the squad, it'd just be weird. Besides, apparently Poet couldn't be trusted to keep his clothes on around nobility. Which was surprising, he would've thought Laughingstock would've been the one to have an issue with etiquette.
He sighed calmly. What would he even say? Hey, Faith hope you're recovering well after the near-death experience, how are you holding up? Any ideas on naming the kid? Are you gonna step down from anything Senate-wise? Anybody try to get all assassin-happy after the rescue effort? Am I invited to the wedding? He shook his head as the door opened. "Hello, is Faith in?" Best to start with something simple.
(OOC: whomever would like to answer the door, go for it.)
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Draco"] vareen
He sighed calmly. What would he even say? Hey, Faith hope you're recovering well after the near-death experience, how are you holding up? Any ideas on naming the kid? Are you gonna step down from anything Senate-wise? Anybody try to get all assassin-happy after the rescue effort? Am I invited to the wedding? He shook his head as the door opened. "Hello, is Faith in?" Best to start with something simple.
(OOC: whomever would like to answer the door, go for it.)
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Draco"] vareen