 | You scored as III - The Empress. The Empress is a maternal symbol. She is the mother figure who loves, nurtures and protects. She will protect you, she will always be there when you are in trouble. When you fall over and graze your knee, the Empress will kiss it better.Yet she is not a weak figure. Her compassion is strength. If her children are threatened she will stop at nothing to protect them. If well aspected in a Tarot spread, the Empress can symbolise security, protection and unconditional love. If badly aspected it can represent over-protectiveness, fear of risk taking and refusal to face the real world.
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Mystical Tarot. Why, You Ask? Why Not?
Just a fun little diversion, yoinked off of here. I am working on more stuff as we speak, but it all depends on goodness of my fussy cable connection.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
I Am A Leaf On The Wind
Ok, off topic, off Star Wars, but still in outer space in a different time. But in all fairness, I did get this from a SW blog. It has sound.
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Get Over It
I’ve been having a bad day. Actually, it was a continuation from last night, which had started off pretty well, but then had fallen apart with the arrival of video with incorrect dubbing. So being the mature person that I am, I stormed out his apartment, changed my security to let no one in aside from me, and then dragged my bedding into my closet and slept on the floor of my 3’x6’ closet. I’ve always liked small dark places to sleep, they feel very secure.
Needless to say, when I woke up, I was still feeling pretty upset about it all. But I had a bit of an epiphany in between bits of sleep. I think Dante was trying to use hand signals, which means maybe he wasn’t trying to be a complete ass. As I lay on the closet floor staring up at the perfect pressed uniform pants, I realized that I needed to vary my wardrobe some, and that I may have over looked something in my apartment. There was just too much personal information popping up that shouldn’t have been. Unless my voorpaks can talk and have been chatting with random people, but that’s highly unlikely. I needed to do a sweep of my apartment, starting in the living room area.
Part of me wanted to get up and start searching immediately. But another part of me was tired and wanted nurse my bad mood. Very unproductive of me, but it’s what I wanted to do. So I lay there for 15 minutes, at which point my pets felt that I’d indulged my grumpiness more than enough and it was high time I got up and fed them. Gotta love pets, they really don’t give a piss about silly human relationship issues; they just want food, sleep, and the occasional belly rub.
The beasties got fed and I thought about hand signals and possible hidden camera locations. Not things I should be pondering before several cups of caf. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to stop by the caf shop, get some of the strong stuff, then hopefully figure out what I want to figure out first. Wait, what am I talking about? I want the pervie voyeur camera out of my apartment first. If I ever find out who did this I am going to break every joint in every finger of their dominate hand. Have I mentioned I’m a bit grumpy in the mornings?
Needless to say, when I woke up, I was still feeling pretty upset about it all. But I had a bit of an epiphany in between bits of sleep. I think Dante was trying to use hand signals, which means maybe he wasn’t trying to be a complete ass. As I lay on the closet floor staring up at the perfect pressed uniform pants, I realized that I needed to vary my wardrobe some, and that I may have over looked something in my apartment. There was just too much personal information popping up that shouldn’t have been. Unless my voorpaks can talk and have been chatting with random people, but that’s highly unlikely. I needed to do a sweep of my apartment, starting in the living room area.
Part of me wanted to get up and start searching immediately. But another part of me was tired and wanted nurse my bad mood. Very unproductive of me, but it’s what I wanted to do. So I lay there for 15 minutes, at which point my pets felt that I’d indulged my grumpiness more than enough and it was high time I got up and fed them. Gotta love pets, they really don’t give a piss about silly human relationship issues; they just want food, sleep, and the occasional belly rub.
The beasties got fed and I thought about hand signals and possible hidden camera locations. Not things I should be pondering before several cups of caf. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to stop by the caf shop, get some of the strong stuff, then hopefully figure out what I want to figure out first. Wait, what am I talking about? I want the pervie voyeur camera out of my apartment first. If I ever find out who did this I am going to break every joint in every finger of their dominate hand. Have I mentioned I’m a bit grumpy in the mornings?
Monday, June 19, 2006
The Lovely Letter D
Alrighty, I have a bit of free time on my hands, I figured I’d take a shot at a meme I received from a certain someone. It’ll help calm me down a bit so I can get back to the matter at hand. There are, of course, rules for this little meme.
They are…
-Come up with 10 words starting with a letter that either you choose yourself or that someone chooses for you.
-These words must be meaningful to you and you must give an explanation of why each word is important to you.
My letter is D, which gives me a range of options. Let’s begin.
Dance: It’s what I would do professionally if I weren’t already committed to blowing away enemies determined by the Republic. It was my job as a handmaiden to teach the Queen how to do all the court dances. I love to dance and when I leave the Navy, I want to go home and teach dance.
Deeja Peak: Home, my family lives outside the main city. There are days where I miss the solid safety of the mountains.
Droids: I have a love/hate relationship with droids. Some, like my recon droid, make life much easier. And some try to make my life as short as possible.
Drills: No, not the fun type of drill, the monotonous repeated drills of military life. Yes, I know, they could one day save my life, but there comes a point where having to break down your gun every hour gets old.
Determined: I am a determined person. I am determined to survive this war. I am determined to go back home and have a normal life. I am determined to be happy.
Defend: That’s what I do, it’s what I’ve always done. I am a defender. At some point a decision was made that what I defended was worth my life, was worth more than my life. Funny, I don’t really recall coming to that conclusion myself, it was just something I’ve had to live by; it might be time to maybe rethink that.
Dote: I dote on my clone troopers and Commandos. They’re like a bunch of younger brothers. I love being able to take them out to new things and places, especially places that don’t require body armor.
Debate: Not something that I can really do much of in my current job. It’s unpatriotic to debate the wisdom of sending 1,000 troopers to take on 5,000 tinnies (droids). But I suppose debating wisdom with a bunch of idiots would be just as frustrating as inadequate troop levels.
Defer: Something I’ve done a lot of during my life. I’ve deferred a good portion of my life to meet the obligations of my job. I’ve deferred vacations, time off with my family, relationships. In retrospect, it wasn’t worth it, but you can’t change the past.
If you want to play the letter game, let me know and I’ll give you a letter.
Monday, June 12, 2006
What Do You Hear?
A link that yes, makes noise, but the question is, can you hear it?
What do you hear?
I will post more soon, my intern is taking an allergy related break. Let me know, what, if anything, you hear.
What do you hear?
I will post more soon, my intern is taking an allergy related break. Let me know, what, if anything, you hear.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Bad Times
continued from here
"Offhand, I'd say that was the most entertaining thing I've seen all night," Dante said, voice laced with anger and sarcasm. Then he got and left the room, only to return with my com link in his hand.
His face held an expression of suspicion directed at me. I knew he wanted to look at the messages. The only emotion that comes close to how I felt was betrayed, but if he wanted to watch the messages, if they'd provide him with more faith than my words could, so be. I took the communicator out of his hand, keyed in the password, then threw it back at him. "There, they're both there, dated and labeled, watch them to your heart's content. Watch all of the messages on there if you want."
I was still so angry. Once he had the com link, I got out of bed and quickly put my on my dress. At that point, it didn't matter what he thought of the messages, I just wanted to leave. I picked up my shoes and purse, he could keep the com-link, I was going to get another one. I headed for the door, needing to be as far away from all of this as I could get.
He caught the comlink and rubbed his temple again. Dante pointed to himself. "You've got nothing to say to me about this?" he asked as I got dressed. "'Friends at best,'" he mocked, putting his hand over his heart "I'm touched. I guess that's 'friends with benefits.'"
"Hey, take all of your things," he called as I was about to leave. "I don't want any of your stuff in my apartment."
He wanted an answer, a response to the message he'd gotten. I could barely see straight, then he threw my com-link back at me, at which point I lost it. "What the hell do you want me to say to you," I screamed at him as I stood in the doorway, "Why should I even bother, you won't believe what I tell you." I threw the communicator, it connected with the far wall and disintegrated into small pieces.
I got on the turbo lift and pushed the buttom to head down. On the way, it stopped and picked up some passengers. No shoes, hair mussed up, dress not quite right, I'm positive I looked a mess, and perhaps had a bit of the crazy eye, but I didn't care. Senator Organa and his aide, Sheltay, both studiously tried to avoid looking at me, staying in there corner of the elevator. Bad elevator muzak was the only sound beyond the gentle swish of air as we descended.
When I got into my apartment, I went about changing the codes on my lock system. When that was done, I let myself slide down the door, absolutely exhausted. My voorpaks came out of my bedroom and nuzzled against me, which made me feel a little better, but not much. The situation in Dante's apartment kept replaying in my head, what he'd said, what he'd done.
Then it hit me, he'd been using hand signals, at least I think he had been, that wasn't something I remembered all that well from when I was a handmaiden. I sat there for some time trying to remember all of his hand gestures and movements. What I really needed was some sleep, and I wasn't likely to get any in the near future.
read Cpt Typho's point of view here
"Offhand, I'd say that was the most entertaining thing I've seen all night," Dante said, voice laced with anger and sarcasm. Then he got and left the room, only to return with my com link in his hand.
His face held an expression of suspicion directed at me. I knew he wanted to look at the messages. The only emotion that comes close to how I felt was betrayed, but if he wanted to watch the messages, if they'd provide him with more faith than my words could, so be. I took the communicator out of his hand, keyed in the password, then threw it back at him. "There, they're both there, dated and labeled, watch them to your heart's content. Watch all of the messages on there if you want."
I was still so angry. Once he had the com link, I got out of bed and quickly put my on my dress. At that point, it didn't matter what he thought of the messages, I just wanted to leave. I picked up my shoes and purse, he could keep the com-link, I was going to get another one. I headed for the door, needing to be as far away from all of this as I could get.
He caught the comlink and rubbed his temple again. Dante pointed to himself. "You've got nothing to say to me about this?" he asked as I got dressed. "'Friends at best,'" he mocked, putting his hand over his heart "I'm touched. I guess that's 'friends with benefits.'"
"Hey, take all of your things," he called as I was about to leave. "I don't want any of your stuff in my apartment."
He wanted an answer, a response to the message he'd gotten. I could barely see straight, then he threw my com-link back at me, at which point I lost it. "What the hell do you want me to say to you," I screamed at him as I stood in the doorway, "Why should I even bother, you won't believe what I tell you." I threw the communicator, it connected with the far wall and disintegrated into small pieces.
I got on the turbo lift and pushed the buttom to head down. On the way, it stopped and picked up some passengers. No shoes, hair mussed up, dress not quite right, I'm positive I looked a mess, and perhaps had a bit of the crazy eye, but I didn't care. Senator Organa and his aide, Sheltay, both studiously tried to avoid looking at me, staying in there corner of the elevator. Bad elevator muzak was the only sound beyond the gentle swish of air as we descended.
When I got into my apartment, I went about changing the codes on my lock system. When that was done, I let myself slide down the door, absolutely exhausted. My voorpaks came out of my bedroom and nuzzled against me, which made me feel a little better, but not much. The situation in Dante's apartment kept replaying in my head, what he'd said, what he'd done.
Then it hit me, he'd been using hand signals, at least I think he had been, that wasn't something I remembered all that well from when I was a handmaiden. I sat there for some time trying to remember all of his hand gestures and movements. What I really needed was some sleep, and I wasn't likely to get any in the near future.
read Cpt Typho's point of view here
Lip-Sync
continued from here
It was like someone had knocked the wind out of me, and I can't even describe the growing rage I felt as I watched video of myself and Mal at the restaurant with a completely different conversation than we'd had. I could feel my hands go cold as the recording progressed, then my arms and the rest of my body. And I couldn't speak, I couldn't believe that someone would go to so much effort to ruin my relationship.
Start of video:
JARDENA: You're looking handsome today. Is it just for me?
MAL puts a hand on her back and guides her into the restaurant. They sit in a booth by the window wall.
MAL: This is a great place. I always enjoy it when you make me try new things.
J: I know, I remember. So Mal, you going to flirt with me all day or do we get to bypass a lot of the small talk?
MAL looks confused.
M: Sorry, I had thought we weren't going there again, now that you're seeing Captain Typho.
J: I never said we couldn't be together again. The "Captain" and I are friends at best.
MAL looks intrigued.
J: You didn't think I could be serious about him, did you?
M: Jardena, I hadn't thought so. This reopens possibilities for us. Maybe we should get out of here? I have to work, but would love to see you. Later?
Jardena shakes her head, no.
J: Soon. Not yet.
MAL puts his hand over hers in an affectionate gesture. After about 10 minutes they get their food packed up and leave the restaurant.
MAL walks her back to his speeder, then drops her off at hers. He kisses her on the forehead.
M: I can't wait to hold you again. I'll call as soon as I can.
She nods, then gets in her speeder.
End of video.
"Offhand, I'd say that was the most entertaining thing I've seen all night," Dante said, voice laced with anger and sarcasm. Then he got and left the room, only to return with my com link in his hand.
read Cpt. Typho's point of view here
It was like someone had knocked the wind out of me, and I can't even describe the growing rage I felt as I watched video of myself and Mal at the restaurant with a completely different conversation than we'd had. I could feel my hands go cold as the recording progressed, then my arms and the rest of my body. And I couldn't speak, I couldn't believe that someone would go to so much effort to ruin my relationship.
Start of video:
JARDENA: You're looking handsome today. Is it just for me?
MAL puts a hand on her back and guides her into the restaurant. They sit in a booth by the window wall.
MAL: This is a great place. I always enjoy it when you make me try new things.
J: I know, I remember. So Mal, you going to flirt with me all day or do we get to bypass a lot of the small talk?
MAL looks confused.
M: Sorry, I had thought we weren't going there again, now that you're seeing Captain Typho.
J: I never said we couldn't be together again. The "Captain" and I are friends at best.
MAL looks intrigued.
J: You didn't think I could be serious about him, did you?
M: Jardena, I hadn't thought so. This reopens possibilities for us. Maybe we should get out of here? I have to work, but would love to see you. Later?
Jardena shakes her head, no.
J: Soon. Not yet.
MAL puts his hand over hers in an affectionate gesture. After about 10 minutes they get their food packed up and leave the restaurant.
MAL walks her back to his speeder, then drops her off at hers. He kisses her on the forehead.
M: I can't wait to hold you again. I'll call as soon as I can.
She nods, then gets in her speeder.
End of video.
"Offhand, I'd say that was the most entertaining thing I've seen all night," Dante said, voice laced with anger and sarcasm. Then he got and left the room, only to return with my com link in his hand.
read Cpt. Typho's point of view here
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I Think I Remember How This Goes
continued from here
I followed him into the bedroom. While I was certainly enjoying the moment, I half expected one of the guards to come dashing in to report some occurrence or another. When we got up to the edge of the bed, I pushed him back onto the bed and playfully pinned his arms down. "You know," I said, "A small part of me is waiting for one of your officers to come bursting in with some 'urgent' information," I teased while kissing his neck.
"If someone on my team comes knocking on my door tonight, I swear there's going to be one very unhappy officer on the first transport back to Naboo tomorrow," he replied, trying to sound serious.
"Now that you've got me trapped, what do you intend to do to me?" he asked with humorous false concern. "Hmmm, I don't know," I replied, pretending to ponder his fate, "But whatever it is, it doesn't require your shirt staying on." I released his arms and slid my hands up his shirt to help remove it.
As I did that, I contemplated his awaiting messages. As much as I wanted to ignore them, that was a selfish thing to do, he has an important job guarding the safety of others. Neither of our jobs provided us the luxury of true off time or the choice to ignore messages. All the more reason to ignore the message, my brain reasoned, anyways, if it was really important, they'd have sent someone to his apartment. No reason to waste time on some silly message.
I kissed him his sternum, then straightened up, "You know, I'm so used to getting interrupted, that I think I may have forgotten what happens after this point. Do we discuss politics, sports, how the crops are growing back on Naboo?" I gave him a saucy smile as I let a finger nail gently run down his side.
Dante sat up. "I have a few topics in mind," he said. "Ladies fashions, for one. I think women from Naboo wear too much clothes. I intend to do something about that, starting with you." He finished easing me out of my dress. The rest of my clothing soon followed.
"Of course, the men tend to overdo it as well, which is something you can help me with." I have to admit, he’s rather good at this, I thought to myself.
"On the topic of the weather, it's chilly outside, so that means I get to hold you really close," he continued, slipping his arms around my waist.
"Last, but not least, on the subject of business... a merger is coming in the near future," He slow placed a line of kisses from my earlobe, to my neck, to my collarbone and downward. As he kissed my neck and collarbone, I thought about trying to switch the situation up a bit, but as things progressed further, I decided it was in my best interest just let it all progress as it would. That certainly turned out to be the right choice.
Much later and thoroughly exhausted, I vaguely remembered curling next to him surrounded by subtly different smells and textures than my own bed. I recall feeling very comfortable and happy that we finally had a date that ended well and without any surprises or drama.
Dante woke me, I had vaguely registered that he was watching messages on the monitor, but he'd turned down the sound and the volume, allowing me to drift back to sleep. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder as he roughly shook me awake. I sat up and looked an him, and he indicated towards the screen. So I watched. So much for a drama-free evening.
read Cpt Typho's point of view here
I followed him into the bedroom. While I was certainly enjoying the moment, I half expected one of the guards to come dashing in to report some occurrence or another. When we got up to the edge of the bed, I pushed him back onto the bed and playfully pinned his arms down. "You know," I said, "A small part of me is waiting for one of your officers to come bursting in with some 'urgent' information," I teased while kissing his neck.
"If someone on my team comes knocking on my door tonight, I swear there's going to be one very unhappy officer on the first transport back to Naboo tomorrow," he replied, trying to sound serious.
"Now that you've got me trapped, what do you intend to do to me?" he asked with humorous false concern. "Hmmm, I don't know," I replied, pretending to ponder his fate, "But whatever it is, it doesn't require your shirt staying on." I released his arms and slid my hands up his shirt to help remove it.
As I did that, I contemplated his awaiting messages. As much as I wanted to ignore them, that was a selfish thing to do, he has an important job guarding the safety of others. Neither of our jobs provided us the luxury of true off time or the choice to ignore messages. All the more reason to ignore the message, my brain reasoned, anyways, if it was really important, they'd have sent someone to his apartment. No reason to waste time on some silly message.
I kissed him his sternum, then straightened up, "You know, I'm so used to getting interrupted, that I think I may have forgotten what happens after this point. Do we discuss politics, sports, how the crops are growing back on Naboo?" I gave him a saucy smile as I let a finger nail gently run down his side.
Dante sat up. "I have a few topics in mind," he said. "Ladies fashions, for one. I think women from Naboo wear too much clothes. I intend to do something about that, starting with you." He finished easing me out of my dress. The rest of my clothing soon followed.
"Of course, the men tend to overdo it as well, which is something you can help me with." I have to admit, he’s rather good at this, I thought to myself.
"On the topic of the weather, it's chilly outside, so that means I get to hold you really close," he continued, slipping his arms around my waist.
"Last, but not least, on the subject of business... a merger is coming in the near future," He slow placed a line of kisses from my earlobe, to my neck, to my collarbone and downward. As he kissed my neck and collarbone, I thought about trying to switch the situation up a bit, but as things progressed further, I decided it was in my best interest just let it all progress as it would. That certainly turned out to be the right choice.
Much later and thoroughly exhausted, I vaguely remembered curling next to him surrounded by subtly different smells and textures than my own bed. I recall feeling very comfortable and happy that we finally had a date that ended well and without any surprises or drama.
Dante woke me, I had vaguely registered that he was watching messages on the monitor, but he'd turned down the sound and the volume, allowing me to drift back to sleep. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder as he roughly shook me awake. I sat up and looked an him, and he indicated towards the screen. So I watched. So much for a drama-free evening.
read Cpt Typho's point of view here
Monday, June 05, 2006
Message, What Message?
continued from here
We chatted for a bit, then a distinct *ping* went off, indicating that he a message.
He looked intently at me. "I'm off duty for the next 24 hours. Besides which, I didn't hear anything. And neither did you."
Dante then inclined his head towards the bedroom and smiled, implying that he preferred to be far away from the messages and doing something completely different from work.
"I didn't hear a thing," I said, giving him an overly sweet and innocent look. I put my purse down on the table. The com link inside of it made an audible 'thunk'. Rolling my eyes, I looked at Dante, "At some point I'll have to show you those messages. But no hurry on that, right?" I gave him a suggestive smile as I lightly ran my finger tips over the back of his neck. I hoped that he'd be willing ignore the messages a little while longer, the evening had gone so well once we'd gotten past the Mal issue.
"You can take your time with that," he replied. One of his hands was placed lightly on my hip. The other was deftly unzipping my dress. "I'll take my time with something else..." he murmured as he led me into his bedroom. I smiled as he started to unzip my dress. We could deal with the messages later, it was just so nice to end an evening without fighting or some emergency popping up. And he didn't have to be up and awake by 4a.m., which, in my mind, was another big bonus. Maybe this whole evening would end well after all.
read Cpt Typjo's point of view here
We chatted for a bit, then a distinct *ping* went off, indicating that he a message.
He looked intently at me. "I'm off duty for the next 24 hours. Besides which, I didn't hear anything. And neither did you."
Dante then inclined his head towards the bedroom and smiled, implying that he preferred to be far away from the messages and doing something completely different from work.
"I didn't hear a thing," I said, giving him an overly sweet and innocent look. I put my purse down on the table. The com link inside of it made an audible 'thunk'. Rolling my eyes, I looked at Dante, "At some point I'll have to show you those messages. But no hurry on that, right?" I gave him a suggestive smile as I lightly ran my finger tips over the back of his neck. I hoped that he'd be willing ignore the messages a little while longer, the evening had gone so well once we'd gotten past the Mal issue.
"You can take your time with that," he replied. One of his hands was placed lightly on my hip. The other was deftly unzipping my dress. "I'll take my time with something else..." he murmured as he led me into his bedroom. I smiled as he started to unzip my dress. We could deal with the messages later, it was just so nice to end an evening without fighting or some emergency popping up. And he didn't have to be up and awake by 4a.m., which, in my mind, was another big bonus. Maybe this whole evening would end well after all.
read Cpt Typjo's point of view here
Sunday, June 04, 2006
A Subtle Dance
continued from here
"Your friend is very touchy feely. You may think you're friends, but he thinks of you differently," Dante said pointedly.
I folded my hands on the table in front of me and looked straight at Dante, "I know, it's something I've dealt with for a while now, and it was going fine until today." I shifted in my seat a little, "He's never been that forward before. And I don't think he's the only one." The last sentence popped out before I realized the thought had been there. Dante would give me such a hard time if I told himI thought some of my clones might have a small crush on me. "Look, like you pointed out on Naboo, the girl to guy ratio is pretty skewed, it's bound to happen that a few guys like me more than they should. I am dealing with the Commander, but I also have to work with him, so I can't exactly tell him to shove off."
"Actually you could," he said. "There are regulations against fraternization. But I understand if you don't want to go there."
The waiter returned with the wine Dante had ordered. He poured it for us and left. "I should give a toast to whoever's behind these messages. That's a lot of effort to break us up, if that's really what it's about. It's not going to work, though.”
I thought about raising my glass, but didn't. While it was reassuring that he said it wouldn't work to break us up, the situation still worried me. Dante made a face after he tried the wine. I just took a sip, I really can't drink much if I haven't eaten.
Then he voiced his suspicions about Mal. "I thought about that," I replied. "But unless he's got some impressive slicing skills that I've never seen him use, I don't think he could have done the tech for it. But I could be wrong," I conceded.
I rested my chin in my hand and looked at him, "So is there anyway I could convince you to change the topic to something a little less stressful and unpleasant?" I gave him a hopeful smile as I waited for him to answer
"We could talk about the weather. Sports? The economy? The state of the Republic? No?" Dante said, making a show of changing the topic. "I've got it -- you could tell me how you'd like to spend your birthday this year so I don't do or buy anything you'll hate."
His willingness to change the topic made me feel better, I smiled warmly at him. "My birthday? I hadn't thought about it. And I always liked what you did and what you gave me, I just worried about breaking it." I pondered the question. "I'd like to do something fun and laid back. Maybe visit the mountains here, I've not been yet. Unfortunately, there aren't any beaches here." He looked like he was starting to relax, "Do you have any thoughts or ideas?" I asked.
"Well, since you mentioned it, we could do the touristy stuff at the Manarai Mountains," Dante replied. "They have monuments there and shops and restaurants. It's also the only place on Coruscant where you can touch the planet's actual surface." "That'd be fun, we could stay at a bed & breakfast and get to see if this really is a planet and not just a ball of buildings like the urban myths say," I teased.
Dinner came and the food was excellent. Once we were done, we headed off towards the second part of the evening, the Mon Calamari ballet. I'd never been, and therefore had no frame of reference for it. It was, unique, to say the least. We chatted about it on the ride back to the apartment building and as we entered his place.
"It was an interesting experience, I will give it that," I laughed as we walked into his apartment. I turned around and gave him a kiss and a hug, "Thanks for taking me, I had a lot of fun." I wondered vaguely if he'd bring up the subject of Mal again, he didn't usually give up on a subject that bothered him so easily. "It really was... something, wasn't it?" he replied, giving me a kiss on the top of my head.
We chatted for a bit, then a distinct *ping* went off, indicating that he a message.
"Your friend is very touchy feely. You may think you're friends, but he thinks of you differently," Dante said pointedly.
I folded my hands on the table in front of me and looked straight at Dante, "I know, it's something I've dealt with for a while now, and it was going fine until today." I shifted in my seat a little, "He's never been that forward before. And I don't think he's the only one." The last sentence popped out before I realized the thought had been there. Dante would give me such a hard time if I told himI thought some of my clones might have a small crush on me. "Look, like you pointed out on Naboo, the girl to guy ratio is pretty skewed, it's bound to happen that a few guys like me more than they should. I am dealing with the Commander, but I also have to work with him, so I can't exactly tell him to shove off."
"Actually you could," he said. "There are regulations against fraternization. But I understand if you don't want to go there."
The waiter returned with the wine Dante had ordered. He poured it for us and left. "I should give a toast to whoever's behind these messages. That's a lot of effort to break us up, if that's really what it's about. It's not going to work, though.”
I thought about raising my glass, but didn't. While it was reassuring that he said it wouldn't work to break us up, the situation still worried me. Dante made a face after he tried the wine. I just took a sip, I really can't drink much if I haven't eaten.
Then he voiced his suspicions about Mal. "I thought about that," I replied. "But unless he's got some impressive slicing skills that I've never seen him use, I don't think he could have done the tech for it. But I could be wrong," I conceded.
I rested my chin in my hand and looked at him, "So is there anyway I could convince you to change the topic to something a little less stressful and unpleasant?" I gave him a hopeful smile as I waited for him to answer
"We could talk about the weather. Sports? The economy? The state of the Republic? No?" Dante said, making a show of changing the topic. "I've got it -- you could tell me how you'd like to spend your birthday this year so I don't do or buy anything you'll hate."
His willingness to change the topic made me feel better, I smiled warmly at him. "My birthday? I hadn't thought about it. And I always liked what you did and what you gave me, I just worried about breaking it." I pondered the question. "I'd like to do something fun and laid back. Maybe visit the mountains here, I've not been yet. Unfortunately, there aren't any beaches here." He looked like he was starting to relax, "Do you have any thoughts or ideas?" I asked.
"Well, since you mentioned it, we could do the touristy stuff at the Manarai Mountains," Dante replied. "They have monuments there and shops and restaurants. It's also the only place on Coruscant where you can touch the planet's actual surface." "That'd be fun, we could stay at a bed & breakfast and get to see if this really is a planet and not just a ball of buildings like the urban myths say," I teased.
Dinner came and the food was excellent. Once we were done, we headed off towards the second part of the evening, the Mon Calamari ballet. I'd never been, and therefore had no frame of reference for it. It was, unique, to say the least. We chatted about it on the ride back to the apartment building and as we entered his place.
"It was an interesting experience, I will give it that," I laughed as we walked into his apartment. I turned around and gave him a kiss and a hug, "Thanks for taking me, I had a lot of fun." I wondered vaguely if he'd bring up the subject of Mal again, he didn't usually give up on a subject that bothered him so easily. "It really was... something, wasn't it?" he replied, giving me a kiss on the top of my head.
We chatted for a bit, then a distinct *ping* went off, indicating that he a message.
looky looky, I finally got my picture of my outfit for the evening to load
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Saturday, June 03, 2006
HoloDrama
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I scanned over them menu, the looked back up at him, "Did you do anything fun or exciting today?" I asked.
"For someone who doesn't watch a lot of holo-dramas, you've outlined the plot pretty well," he said. I smiled, "I have had more time than I'd like listening to my troopers go over holo-dramas. They love that stuff, though hearing them break it down puts more of a military spin on getting the guy or girl than I've ever heard before."
Then he mentioned that he'd seen something someone had wanted him to see. I was confused at first, but then it dawned on me. "Wait, were you in the area of the diner?" I asked. I was stuck somewhere between confused and concerned, but it was starting to make sense why Dante seemed so grumpy.
"I got an email from Jar Jar asking me to do a security check for Padmé on a new store in CoCo Town," I said. "At least I thought it was from Jar Jar." he shrugged. "And yes, I saw you and your friend," he continued, a look of forced calm on his face.
I sat back and gave him an appraising look. "Is that why you're been in a bit of a bad mood today," I asked. I watched for his reaction, but I continued, "I promise, I don't have anything romantic going on with Mal, we work together and he is a friend." I really wish Dante would trust and believe me, but I don't think he will; Mal had been a very friendly in his greeting today.
The waiter returned to take our order. I looked over to Dante to see if he was ready yet.
We both ordered, and once the waiter was gone, Dante continued. "Your friend is very touchy feely. You may think you're friends, but he thinks of you differently."
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I scanned over them menu, the looked back up at him, "Did you do anything fun or exciting today?" I asked.
"For someone who doesn't watch a lot of holo-dramas, you've outlined the plot pretty well," he said. I smiled, "I have had more time than I'd like listening to my troopers go over holo-dramas. They love that stuff, though hearing them break it down puts more of a military spin on getting the guy or girl than I've ever heard before."
Then he mentioned that he'd seen something someone had wanted him to see. I was confused at first, but then it dawned on me. "Wait, were you in the area of the diner?" I asked. I was stuck somewhere between confused and concerned, but it was starting to make sense why Dante seemed so grumpy.
"I got an email from Jar Jar asking me to do a security check for Padmé on a new store in CoCo Town," I said. "At least I thought it was from Jar Jar." he shrugged. "And yes, I saw you and your friend," he continued, a look of forced calm on his face.
I sat back and gave him an appraising look. "Is that why you're been in a bit of a bad mood today," I asked. I watched for his reaction, but I continued, "I promise, I don't have anything romantic going on with Mal, we work together and he is a friend." I really wish Dante would trust and believe me, but I don't think he will; Mal had been a very friendly in his greeting today.
The waiter returned to take our order. I looked over to Dante to see if he was ready yet.
We both ordered, and once the waiter was gone, Dante continued. "Your friend is very touchy feely. You may think you're friends, but he thinks of you differently."
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Friday, June 02, 2006
Let's Chat
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He looked at me and said, "Tell me everything.”
I was a bit surprised by his response; it had an air of interrogation about it. But I shrugged it off; he might as well know why I'd been somewhat jumpy this evening.
"I didn't have to go into my GAR office today, all I had to do today was computer updates and reprogramming. I'd gotten most of it done in the first part of the day. At about 1130, I got a message on my holo-com from Cmdr Andros asking if I'd meet him for lunch at this place in the CoCo district since he was headed that way. I sent a short confirmation, but didn't actually talk to him. We met about noon, and about 10 minutes in realized that we'd each gotten a message, but neither of us had sent them. The messages were a bit fuzzy, but pretty good. Mine had Mal's image and voice. His was just a voice message." I paused. I had tried really hard to get past this, it was really stressful.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to track the signal back. Whoever sent them is very well trained. And I can't figure out the reason for it, if they'd wanted to do something to us, the situation would have been ideal to take out two intel officers, though I'm not really important intel." Then something occurred to me, the style in the code slicing wasn't completely unfamiliar, but I couldn't place it.
Normally I'd have pulled out my holo-com and shown him the message, but the message would make him pretty mad, Mal had mentioned how he’d asked me about seeing other people. That might cause Dante to wreck speeder. I had a little time before we'd arrive, so I decided I'd think about showing him the actual message.
"It was his likeness and his voice, and he referenced something that very few people would have known about." That was what bugged me the most, Mal and I were the only ones who knew that he'd asked me to consider dating him and Dante at the same time. But Mal couldn't do this level of slicing, and Dante didn't know the details. I'd have to do a manual sweep for other listening devices when I got back to my apartment. I looked at Dante, he had a skeptical look on his face. Great, he probably thinks I'm over reacting, I thought. I started to think that maybe a topic change was needed.
"Any theory who would want you and your friend to have lunch in CoCo Town? And why?" he asked.
I frowned as I thought about his questions. I'd been thinking about them all afternoon, and it's required me to be brutally honest about the people I knew and my relationships with them. Whoever had sent the messages knew both myself and Mal pretty well, and the message hadn't been work related, it'd been personal and private. I didn't think it was Mal; he didn't have the training do this. I didn't think it was Dante because why would he? But there were a few people who had the training to do it, but would they do something like this? It was all far fetched speculation, and I was embarrassed that was all that I had.
"What exactly did the message you received say?" he asked. "It had to have been pretty convincing for you to assume it was him.
I looked over at Dante as we walked in to the restaurant, "That's just it; I can't think anyone who would, unless it was work related, in which case it could be people I don't know. I mean, if someone was trying to cause trouble between us, they'd have called you, right?" I commented.
The restaurant was quite nice and smelled wonderful. I smiled at him, "Good choice." “You’re welcome,” he replied, giving me a kiss.
I casually glance around the restaurant as we followed the host to the table. As we sat down, Dante asked, "What did you mean when you said someone wanting to cause trouble would've called me?"
"Well, if you want to cause trouble in a relationship, it wouldn’t do much for your cause if you just sent me out to lunch. Logically, they'd want you to see or know what had happened, or show you just enough to let you make your own conclusions. At least that's how I think it works, I don't watch too many holo-dramas. As I said before, I don't have any good ideas who might have called us." I shrugged, not really wanting to devote much more of my evening to the issue.
I scanned over them menu, the looked back up at him, "Did you do anything fun or exciting today?" I asked.
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He looked at me and said, "Tell me everything.”
I was a bit surprised by his response; it had an air of interrogation about it. But I shrugged it off; he might as well know why I'd been somewhat jumpy this evening.
"I didn't have to go into my GAR office today, all I had to do today was computer updates and reprogramming. I'd gotten most of it done in the first part of the day. At about 1130, I got a message on my holo-com from Cmdr Andros asking if I'd meet him for lunch at this place in the CoCo district since he was headed that way. I sent a short confirmation, but didn't actually talk to him. We met about noon, and about 10 minutes in realized that we'd each gotten a message, but neither of us had sent them. The messages were a bit fuzzy, but pretty good. Mine had Mal's image and voice. His was just a voice message." I paused. I had tried really hard to get past this, it was really stressful.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to track the signal back. Whoever sent them is very well trained. And I can't figure out the reason for it, if they'd wanted to do something to us, the situation would have been ideal to take out two intel officers, though I'm not really important intel." Then something occurred to me, the style in the code slicing wasn't completely unfamiliar, but I couldn't place it.
Normally I'd have pulled out my holo-com and shown him the message, but the message would make him pretty mad, Mal had mentioned how he’d asked me about seeing other people. That might cause Dante to wreck speeder. I had a little time before we'd arrive, so I decided I'd think about showing him the actual message.
"It was his likeness and his voice, and he referenced something that very few people would have known about." That was what bugged me the most, Mal and I were the only ones who knew that he'd asked me to consider dating him and Dante at the same time. But Mal couldn't do this level of slicing, and Dante didn't know the details. I'd have to do a manual sweep for other listening devices when I got back to my apartment. I looked at Dante, he had a skeptical look on his face. Great, he probably thinks I'm over reacting, I thought. I started to think that maybe a topic change was needed.
"Any theory who would want you and your friend to have lunch in CoCo Town? And why?" he asked.
I frowned as I thought about his questions. I'd been thinking about them all afternoon, and it's required me to be brutally honest about the people I knew and my relationships with them. Whoever had sent the messages knew both myself and Mal pretty well, and the message hadn't been work related, it'd been personal and private. I didn't think it was Mal; he didn't have the training do this. I didn't think it was Dante because why would he? But there were a few people who had the training to do it, but would they do something like this? It was all far fetched speculation, and I was embarrassed that was all that I had.
"What exactly did the message you received say?" he asked. "It had to have been pretty convincing for you to assume it was him.
I looked over at Dante as we walked in to the restaurant, "That's just it; I can't think anyone who would, unless it was work related, in which case it could be people I don't know. I mean, if someone was trying to cause trouble between us, they'd have called you, right?" I commented.
The restaurant was quite nice and smelled wonderful. I smiled at him, "Good choice." “You’re welcome,” he replied, giving me a kiss.
I casually glance around the restaurant as we followed the host to the table. As we sat down, Dante asked, "What did you mean when you said someone wanting to cause trouble would've called me?"
"Well, if you want to cause trouble in a relationship, it wouldn’t do much for your cause if you just sent me out to lunch. Logically, they'd want you to see or know what had happened, or show you just enough to let you make your own conclusions. At least that's how I think it works, I don't watch too many holo-dramas. As I said before, I don't have any good ideas who might have called us." I shrugged, not really wanting to devote much more of my evening to the issue.
I scanned over them menu, the looked back up at him, "Did you do anything fun or exciting today?" I asked.
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