Private Slime Gro Away!

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

Myra cradled her mug close, using it to cover her barely contained smirk as she watched Persie giving Balun an evaluative look and ongoing comentary. The young Jedi looked a bit cornered, but still managed to find the humor in it, watching as if Persie's eyes could somehow measure his exact inseam and jacket size just from a once over. Myra hid her amusement behind another sip, waiting for the inevitable question about where his boots were from or whether he'd mind trying on some of Makai's old jackets 'for comparison.'

Turning to Makai, she raised her brows, the corners of her mouth still twitching with amusement.

"So," she began casually, "how's work? Anything new or exciting happening?" She took a bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. Between Persie and Balun, she figured it'd only be a matter of minutes before Persie launched into full wardrobe consulting mode. It wouldn't surprise her if, by the end of the day, Balun had a pile of fashion recommendations on the table, courtesy of his unofficial style coach.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Look less like a Jedi but you just listed a lightsaber as a fashion accessory."

Deadpan tone and look greeted Bale, as if she couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. The request itself was easy, finding fashion for the teenager was going to be as simple as digging through the HoloNet. Getting the mindset of the other to change, well, that was her true challenge.

A deep sigh.

"I suppose those robes don't have sizes listed inside? They all look oversized so I doubt it. Maybe I have to start even simpler. Maybe you need to try on Makky's clothes but I'm not sure it's a good idea to look through their drawers or closet. Who knows what you'll find..."

Without another word since Myra was speaking about work, she sat down a cushion away from Balun on the same couch. Data pad on hand, she already had up Zalph Tauren, scrolling through the latest fashions.

At once point, she lifted the data pad up between herself and Balun, as if mentally trying an outfit on the teenager.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Balun sat quietly, his gaze drifting between Persephone, his brother, and his sister-in-law. Their intense attention on him felt almost disorienting, an unusual sensation he was unaccustomed to. He could see the spark in Persephone's eyes, her focus on the subject of fashion an unmistakable passion, something she took seriously in ways he couldn't quite grasp. To him, clothing was purely functional; dressing up held no deep meaning. He just wanted to look more "normal," to leave behind the stoic Jedi appearance and the assumptions it inspired in others.

"Yeah, I don't know the first thing about fashion," he confessed, giving a casual shrug. For Balun, accessories were purely utilitarian—tools like a datapad or a commlink, things that served a clear purpose. Anything ornamental or stylistic felt strangely foreign to him, something he assumed came more naturally to others. He sensed his straightforward approach might seem almost clumsy, particularly from Persephone's perspective, where every detail seemed to hold importance.

"And, yeah, I suppose the tunic does look a little loose," he added, tugging at the tan fabric. The tunic's baggy sleeves allowed easy movement, but they never slipped past his wrists. Underneath, he wore a plain, long-sleeved white shirt that peeked out just slightly at the cuffs. His dark brown pants had a comfortable, practical fit—not tight, but not too loose either, ideal for quick, agile movement in training or combat. His entire outfit had a worn-in look, the fabric subtly frayed from past battles and rigorous training. It was clothing with a story, shaped by experience and endurance rather than any sense of style.

"Credits aren't exactly a concern so...-A few different sets of clothes would be awesome. Casual. Formal. Variety?".

Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing & Gear : X | X | X | X | X | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Balun Dashiell

With the two teenagers focused on fashion, conversation between himself and Ellie turned towards catching up. Since her bout of sickness, it was the absolute bare need-to-know information. They really hadn't had the time to turn their conversations towards things such as work or galactic business dealings. Everything on Gallinore had taken a massive back seat.

"Busy. Very busy. Dad had shutter the Ketaris operations since that decree was brought down. Just avoiding that entire area of space is becoming a headache already. We will see where the embargo will get us. Closer to home - had a genius idea while working on the lawn on Gallinore."

Not a real gardener, it was more something to keep him out of the house and let Ellie sleep and relax in those rare moments she could.

"Agricultural and sentient by-products into fertilizer. Wastewater treatment plants, canning operations, butchery, fishing by-catch....all the things that kind of go to waste or get turned into low-cost ground meal product. Turn it into fertilizer. There's a push for natural in several parts of the galaxy. Even this type of fertilizer could be made on poorer planets and really benefit the local economies. We earn the credits from licensing or leasing the equipment, both maybe. Of course also credits from our own agricultural operations....what are you thinking..."

Turning his head from Ellie, he saw Persephone deep into her datapad with a rather uncomfortable looking Bale. Makai had heard something about going through his drawers and he raised an eyebrow.

"Persephone." A small warning. "Also, don't worry about the credits Bale, I'll grab it this round. Least I can do for you, plus I can reign Persie on a budget much easier than you can."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Persephone Dashiell Balun Dashiell

Myra barely held back a snicker at Persie's idea of Balun trying on Makai's clothes. She'd expected it -- Persie was always eyeing everyone's style, and Balun was bound to become her next fashion project. Not that Makai and Balun were too different in size, so she imagined it'd work well enough.

Turning her focus back to Makai, she listened to his pitch about his fertilizer idea. "Fertilizer, hmm?" She couldn't help but laugh. "Well, that's one way to turn someone's poodoo into profit."

Makai's plan had potential, though, and Myra could already see ways to improve it. Taking a sip of her tea, she added, "We've actually been using Morodin slime in our biodomes to enhance the nutritional quality of produce. I think there's a chance it could work for fertilizer, too, make it even more effective."

She flashed him a playful grin, eyes bright. "But hey, nothing's free -- gotta take a cut of those profits if I'm pitching in."

Myra then flashed an even wider grin at Makai, "What? I think it would be interesting to see Balun try out some of your more colorful swim trunks!" She joked, getting a bit more color to her face.

"At least the suits should fit."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"Yeah, I don't know the first thing about fashion," he confessed, giving a casual shrug

Looking up from her datapad, Persephone looked at Balun as if he had two heads. She was busy trying to find the right outfits, already having added key pieces into her cart. There was the feeling Balun was a mix-and-match type of guy however she was going to have to take holoimages of the outfits and pin them to garment bags or on some type of board.

"Of course you don't. Thats why I'm here."

Listening to Myra's suggestion, datapad slid away for a moment. Maybe not swim trunks but she had other ideas. The teenager stood and started walking away.

"Off to raid you guy's closet. I'll be back!"

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Balun shot a quick glance back at Makai and Myra, eyebrows arching with faint surprise. "You know I've got more credits than I know what to do with, right? Ever since Dad dropped that inheritance on me, credits haven't exactly been a problem," he said with a grin that held genuine gratitude. "But I still appreciate it, truly." His gaze lingered on Myra, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he considered the peculiar notion of borrowing his brother's clothes—especially the swim trunks. The thought left him teetering between amusement and awkwardness.

Turning back to Persephone, he cracked a crooked smile and let out a quiet laugh. "Guess I'll take all the help I can get. Think there's any hope for a lost cause like me?" he joked, laughing at his own expense. Persephone's effortless style made it all the more apparent just how out of his depth he felt. Years of life as a Jedi had given him a structured path, but three years removed from the Order hadn't quite prepared him for the subtleties of civilian life. He still had plenty to learn and miles to go, but he was willing to try.

Just then, Persephone leapt to her feet, declaring with sudden excitement that she'd raid Makai's wardrobe. Balun's eyes flicked back to Makai and Myra, feeling momentarily torn between following Perse or staying with the older two. Ultimately, he decided to remain seated, trusting that Perse would sift through and find whatever she felt suited him best. Relaxing into his seat, he resolved to simply enjoy the ride, unaware of the final destination but confident in Perse's knack for style.

Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

"Morodin slime could be useful. I'm sure I'll have to pay you for the privilege of using your slime...."

Before he could even finish his thoughts, Ellie was mentioning about splitting the profits. He paused, mulling over such an arrangement. Naturally he was going to go through with it, just more of the terms they would have to come to an agreement on. The half-Galan decided to toss out a number.

"Aina Holdings, fifty-one percent. PharmaTech, forty-nine percent. Two percentage points more towards myself since I will be doing the packaging, marketing, distribution....all you are doing, Missus Dashiell, is providing slime from a creature already in your menagerie . Exclusive slime to Aina Holdings for the next three years. Objections to the terms?"

Lost in the business world, he was going to let Ellie marinate on his terms for a moment and focus back on Balun.

"No offense to Bale, but I don't want him wearing my trunks.....little too personal in my opinon. As for your inheritance, I am aware of the amount. Still, I could cover the costs just this once. I guarantee the amount is going to be more than expected but I will say she does pick out quality pieces."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell Persephone Dashiell

Myra gave a chuckle as they bantered back and forth on the silly bits of percentages and profits. She took another sip of her tea and made the feigned think long and hard over such a proposition.

She then gave a sly expression over to Makai, adding, "Mmm... I might be able to accept those terms. If the CEO of Aina Holdings is willing to provide eye candy views when I desire." she joked. SHe may not be feeling her best, but the banter was always ongoing between them.

A snort and then a laugh at the mention of Makai's trunks. She glanced over at Balun, adding, "YOu know, it might be to your best interest to not try out Makai's swim trunks...might be a little too revealing for you, " She joked giving a slight perk of her brows as of to say that they were more than a little suggestive.

"Unless you are trying to give your best friend a reason to double-take? If so, that might work."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone bounded down the stairs and tromped through the hallway back to the living room. Slung over her shoulder were three pieces on hangers, looking quite pleased with herself. In a stroke of luck, probably because he didn't know better, Balun Dashiell was still sitting waiting on her.

"I'm back. I think I found a few things..."

In one hand she had brought garment clips and her measuring tape, placing those items on the coffee table as she went over her choices and idea behind each.

"A sweater, just to get an idea for fit. Space is cold, long sleeves are a must. This jacket - don't mess it up, it was a gift from Myra or something...and this gray suit. Suit 'cause if you're going to be involved with your Daddy's business, you'll need one. Tailored too, an ill fitting suit ain't going to catch no womans eye."

Looking pleased with herself, Persephone continued.

"Try each on and come see me so I can take measurements and write down any notes."


Myra Arceneau Dashiell

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Balun lounged comfortably on the couch, a wide grin tugging at his lips as his gaze flicked between Makai and Myra, seated on the opposite side of the coffee table. They truly seemed made for each other—a perfect blend of sharp business acumen and complementary personalities. Their dynamic was as seamless as it was endearing, and Balun couldn't help but feel a pang of warmth watching them interact. The oddball topic of Makai's trunks came up, leaving him both amused and somewhat relieved by their mutual conclusion.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass on the offer, thanks though," he quipped, the grin on his face spreading into a soft chuckle. The mental image of himself in his brother's board shorts was too much to resist, and he shook his head at the absurdity. Myra's teasing comment about the shorts being too revealing sparked his imagination—he could only assume they were scandalously short, likely stopping well above the knee. "There's only so much I'm willing to share with my brother," he concluded with a laugh, shooting Myra a playful glance. His expression brimmed with genuine amusement and contentment; these lighthearted moments of camaraderie felt precious. It wasn't just about the humor, though—it was a chance to connect and get to know Myra, Makai's better half, on a deeper level.

He was about to steer the conversation toward Myra's own family history before she and Makai became a duo, but the thought was cut short by Persephone's arrival. She descended from upstairs, her arms full of various garments, accompanied by a measuring tape and clips. The sight gave Balun pause, a flicker of unease creeping in as he eyed the tools of what was clearly shaping up to be a very thorough fitting session.

Balun had always been a bit of an oddball when it came to personal space, a remnant of his own insecurities and cautious nature. While Persephone was as close to a sister—or cousin—as he'd ever known, the idea of her, or anyone, invading his personal bubble was a hurdle he had yet to fully overcome. The only person who had managed to break through that barrier was Nouqai Veil , whose presence never left him feeling uneasy. Nouqai had a knack for creating a safe space for him to confront his anxieties, but even then, Balun preferred learning things the hard way—trial, error, and sheer stubborn persistence.

"Right," he murmured, forcing himself up from the couch with a small sigh of resignation. As he stepped forward to meet Persephone halfway, he extended an arm to take the clothes she carried, a slightly awkward smile tugging at his lips. "I guess I'll go try them on then," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of humor and trepidation. The weight of the moment felt oddly significant, as though slipping into these clothes would somehow reflect more than just his fashion sense. It was a reminder that in this unfamiliar but ever-growing family dynamic, every small step felt like a big leap.

Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Balun Dashiell , Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"Seems like an odd addendum and frankly sad on your end." Makai grinned, clearly making fun of himself. "Yet the CEO of Aina Holdings accepts. Pleasure doing business."

Speaking of eye candy, of course Ellie would still be on his swim trunk thing. He rolled his eyes ever so slightly, wanting to laugh at the fact his wife thought they were that revealing. Above the knee, yes. Yet he didn't see her complain when he wore them, which was quite frequent.

"Bale...let me tell you about our first official date. We go sailing which is not unusual. This boat of old ladies pulls up, one of which being my neighbor at the time. They recognize the Princess of Trade. We board and sit down for drinks and naturally the trunks ride up my thigh. Not sure how she pulled off a conversation when she stared at me like a piece of meat the entire time."

Grinning at Ellie, he watched as Persie brought poor Bale a few things to try on. Frankly he couldn't see his brother wearing anything outside of Jedi garb, so it was going to be a weird experience for them all. He wondered what Bale was going to do Jedi wise but it wasn't the time for that conversation. He had heard of a few people who had independent teachers and he wondered if his brother would go the same route.

"You don't have to do this, who knows, Persie might be able to find a Jedi fashion house for you instead."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Go on, stop being dramatic Balun. You act like I'm torturing you."

Persephone rolled her eyes. Teenage boys could be so dramatic, worse than the girls in her opinion. Balun acted as if she was sending him in front of the firing squad. It seemed even Makky's suggestion still caused him to sulk off. As for a Jedi fashion house? Hard to tell. She has seen a few Jedi with colorful or fanciful clothing, but at the end of the day, they were still quite shabby in her eyes.

Flopping on the couch opposite her 'parents', Persie pulled her datapad back out so she could continue her shopping.

Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell ​

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell Persephone Dashiell

"Oh, for goodness sake, why did you have to bring that up!?" Myra exclaimed, blushing anew, and covering her face with her hands. That whole affair had been mortifying.

"And it wasn't me who was eying you like a piece of meat, it was all of those old biddies," Myra defended herself, objecting to the way Makai was retelling the story.

Either way, Persie came back with a handful of Makai's garments. Luckily, it wasn't anything embarrassing.

"Well those aren't bad selections." Myra agreed with Persie adding as an afterthought, "Well, what do you normally do from day to day? That might help on deciding on what to wear other than the Jedi robes."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

He responded to their remarks in between changes, emerging periodically from the guest room in the outfits Persephone had carefully selected for him. Each time, he stood under their scrutinizing eyes, letting them decide if the clothing matched the image of who he was—or who he was trying to become. It wasn't his usual battlefield attire, and the transformation felt like an awkward dance, one step into a world he wasn't quite sure he belonged to yet.

Balun wasn't a seasoned businessman like his father or brother, not by a long shot. He was still learning the ropes of the starship manufacturing trade, stumbling his way through contracts and corporate etiquette. Yet, as he slipped into the tailored grey suit—a pair of sharp grey slacks, a crisp white shirt, a sleek grey jacket, and a coordinating tie—he couldn't help but appreciate its subtle elegance. It reminded him of the quiet confidence Judah Dashiell had exuded at the last event they attended together. It wasn't just clothing; it was a statement, one he wasn't sure he had the voice to make yet.

The first outfit felt stiff and foreign, but he was determined. Returning to the living room, he stood before his family, shoulders squared but his expression betraying his discomfort. He felt exposed, awkward, and a little embarrassed to be modeling clothes that seemed to belong to a man he wasn't sure he could become. Yet, he wanted change badly enough to endure the shame.

"I've spent most of my time fighting on the battlefront," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion and reflection. "With the Tingel Arm Coalition, against the Empire of the Lost. Though, honestly, I don't think that'll continue much longer. It's obvious the Imperials have resources we can't even dream of. We're rebels, not a military power, and we don't have the kind of funding they do."

He shifted awkwardly, tugging slightly at the cuffs of the jacket as he glanced around the room, catching Myra's gaze. "No place for a suit out there. Or any of these, really," he added, gesturing vaguely to the other clothes Persephone had laid out. "I think I've spent more time in combat lately than I have with family—or in a room like this, surrounded by good company."

His words were honest, tinged with a longing for something more stable, something more meaningful than endless warfare. The suit wasn't just an outfit—it was an attempt to step into a life he wanted but didn't quite know how to reach.

Makai Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Balun Dashiell , Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Makai rolled his eyes at the 'old biddies' comment but kept silent, a smirk on his face. He was thoroughly amused that Ellie objected to his retelling over the story. It was all perspective. While the old biddies had talked, they had quickly tossed him under the speeder as well.

As Balun entered, Makai joined in the commentary.

"I mean, I doubt you'd be wearing a suit every day. You're not Dad or I, where it is a requirement. However, I know you're uncomfortable, but at least have one suit in rotation for any events you may attend with Dad. Its not a bad idea, I mean you look great."

A pause.

"What about just plain spacer clothes? Utility pants. Button down shirt. Boots. Not sure how those would work in a combat situation. Seems like it would be non-descript enough to blend in anywhere. Especially since you're trying to fit in elsewhere beyond just the Jedi or Tingel Arm."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Once Balun Dashiell emerged to hang out with the family, Persephone pounced like an apex predator on its future kill. A small tsk as she saw him pull at the sleeves, grabbing her measuring tape to record the distance. Couldn't have the sleeves too short, it would just look completely wrong. Even if Balun didn't go in her direction, the measurements would be invaluable for him.

"Poor tailoring makes you look shabby, just a note."

Persephone interrupted with her wisdom, just as Balun was finished stating how nice it was to be with family. She mad a small 'hmm' noise at the sentiment, absorbed in her measurements and listening to the commentary.

"You know." She paused, putting down a note. "Spacer look would be a vast improvement. I've seen some Jedi look like spacers so I don't think it would be out of the realm of too uncomfortable for you. Then I can incorporate green and gently ease you into looking more fashionable. Part of looking effortlessly cool is also being confident. Makky is right though, you still need a suit."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

Myra nodded thoughtfully, cradling her mug as its warmth seeped into her hands. She tilted her head slightly, considering her words.

"Yeah, it's always smart to have one or two solid suits on hand. Even just a flattering blazer can make a big difference, and it won't take up too much room in your closet -- or your ship."

Her fingers tapped a quiet rhythm against the ceramic mug as she continued, agreeing with Makai. "For spacer gear, you don't need anything fancy. Just make sure it's functional. Get some sturdy sets for when you're out tackling jobs or dealing with rugged environments. Then maybe a few casual options for downtime, whether you're at home or on the ship."

Her brows furrowed slightly as she mulled over the next part, her tone shifting to something more practical. "Combat gear, though -- that's where you'll want to invest a little extra. You don't need to go full Jedi with the robes, but definitely pick something easy to move in. Like Makai's jacket, I commissioned -- blaster and lightsaber resistant, but it still has that casual, rugged look. You could customize something similar, tailored to your style."

She paused, glancing over the rim of her mug with a faint smile. "It's all about finding the balance between function and making sure you still feel like yourself in what you wear."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

"A spacer outfit, huh?"

Balun tilted his head slightly, considering the idea with a thoughtful nod. It was a look he could easily pull off. In his mind, he pieced together the essentials: sturdy jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a well-tailored jacket. Simple, practical, and comfortable—exactly what he needed. There was nothing ostentatious about it, nothing that hinted at the wealth behind his success. It suited his lifestyle perfectly, constantly moving between planets aboard the Liberty's Edge or the Nomad.

"That shouldn't be too hard," he said with a warm, agreeable smile. "As for a suit, I could keep it timeless. A black jacket, crisp white shirt, black tie. Maybe some polished business shoes to tie it all together. Not for everyday wear, but for those moments when making an impression really counts."

His thoughts lingered on the practicality of spacer gear. Built for durability, these outfits were designed to handle the rough demands of interstellar travel while maintaining a tidy, casual appearance. They reflected his way of life—functional yet understated, blending utility with a touch of effortless style.

Turning his attention back to the conversation, he added, "Do you guys have any recommendations? Outfitters or clothing manufacturers you trust? I want to make sure whatever I pick is top quality—both in material and design." His tone was light but sincere, knowing the right choice would be worth the investment.

Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Balun Dashiell

"Its been what, nearly a year since you've gotten me the brown jacket? Held up surprisingly well considering I wear it nearly all the time. Even over my suit jacket. Really hope you got another in reserve."

Arm went over the back of Ellie's shoulders, watching Balun work out the fact that spacer and pirate style clothing would suit him best given he was still an active force user. Wasn't like the other was going to be sitting in business meetings all day and directing Dashiell Retrofit day in and day out. Even then, Balun's business was much more hands on and customers may appreciate the down the earth spacer look when coming to contract.

"As for what I trust, Thirty-Seven buys most of my clothes and I go from there. The droid has fashion programming and a good eye, so he orders pieces seasonally. I can have Thirty-Seven share a list of what he combs through. Persephone can help you with the suits - you'll want one from a classic mens fashion house."