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6th Turn [Voice/Action]

[It's mid-afternoon when the journal post is made by a familiar voice in an unfamiliar mood. A quick look at the image reveals a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar--but that smile, with it's odd curl and suppressed mirth, can mean it is only one person.]

[Failed Filter to Mine Fujiko: Completely Readable]

Hey...Fujiko? Remember that game you gave me at the end of the last month before you went on your mission? It was very clever, and the prize has been a joy. How did you know I liked history books? I'm wondering, though...why are you having me read about your ex-boyfriend's grandfather, after you made it clear that you don't want to think about it?

[There's a pause as the man notices the feed.] Oh... blast it! I messed, Fujiko. Want to meet in my place?

...Everyone, disregard that.

[Later that day the man wanders the town, his hair in a mussed disarray and red jacket noticeably missing. Instead he wears dark colors, fitted but more casual clothes, and his wings are for once in the open. He's headed to the library to return some books, gather others and other supplies. Early that evening, another journal post is made. This time, it's intended for anyone.]

Evening, Luceti, this is Red. I was just wondering...is anyone else around here missing about twenty-one hours of their weekend? Does anybody who isn't know what happened? It's just a question for inquiring minds.

Also--has anybody actually given the Battle Dome a good once over after last week?

[He's serious in his words, even if the smile is light. Ladies and Gentleman, meet the man who's going to be adamant about calling himself Red...someone you're more likely to know as Arsene Lupin III. He's not going to stand down from that either.]

[OOC: Details about how Lupin has been shifted, for the curious, are here. He has a number of physical details in terms of style that are changing beyond what's available to me in normal fanart and screencaps, so I've had to choose a PB, ~~Emiya Kiritsugu~~ a man from another anime that I've yet to actually see. Replies will have appropriate icons, thanks.]

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Less antics and more sleep; it's hard to sleep when I'm bored out of my mind. And. Don't tell me to meditate like Ben does, because that doesn't help. [She shrugs and tilts her head to rest it on his shoulder.]

If we do the donkey pinata without Jack he'll pout for a week. Or more. [Or stop sparring with her. It wasn't the same as what she was used to, but that difference in fighting form is what she looks for in her opponents. Something to learn from.]

...The pies were not my fault! That little quadruped was going to have a pie throwing fight somewhere else in the village anyway.

You think I'm gonna tell you--?

[He laughs softly at this, mostly at the absurdity. He was the absolute last person to tell anyone to go meditate!]

You of all people should know that it'll never happen! You just need to channel everything differently is all, find something to do that makes you excited--and doesn't mess up the day for others. ...We can wait on the pinata, but maybe next time we should try to contain the pies?

I have come to expect it from everyone Red, even my housemates tell me as such when I get restless. [She sighs and gives his ribs a poke by way of retribution. It wasn't that absurd.]

The pies weren't my fault! It was providence! And I helped her clean them once Ben stole his saber back; it was only fair, and I did owe her a favor for covering Ben in cream. [The memory of Ben, covered face to knee in whipped cream makes her laugh and snuggle closer to Red, one arm looping around his waist/]

Hmmm...something that makes me excited. Do you think you could help me with that? Most of my favorite past times require a second person.

[He pokes her on the forehead with his index finger, smiling like a teasing older brother.] No. [poke] Excuses. [poke.]

[He leans his head onto hers, cheek resting on her soft golden hair.]

You know I'm up for most anything, Goldie. If you have an itch for something, and if it helps you sleep, feel free to call me.

But Red~ [Adele huffs a soft pout, at the poking. But fine. No excuses. For now.

When his head comes down, her other arm loops around his waist, giving him a proper hug; Red was always thinking, always calm, always with little threads of amusement winding through his mind. Without much thought she extends her consciousness to wrap around his, offering a mental embrace as well as the physical. Nothing invasive, just a sense of affection and camaraderie.]

Perhaps we could get a sabacc game night going here? There's no money to be won, true, but favors are useful enough.

[Even after years of hanging around Force Sensitives, he still wasn't fully used to all of the tricks and effects that could be employed. For a second he tensed at the unfamiliarity of it...but soon relaxed, just settling into the warmth of it.

There was no danger. He chuckled.]

...until you've worked for the Hutts, you'll never know the full use of a favor, Goldie.

I've never worked with or for a Hutt. I have, however, worked against one.

[Her voice is calm enough but there's a flicker of pained memory that brushes up against Red's mind, quickly retracted along with the rest of her consciousness. He didn't need to know about that. She compensates but snuggling closer, getting comfortable against Red's side.]

[If he's close enough to get a glimpse of her memories, she's close enough to get a glimpse of his remembered fear for his life. Business aside, it was always dangerous working for the Hutts, especially if you're the sort who information-mines for the hell of it.]

Well, it doesn't matter here. Sabacc could be fun, or other ways of keeping occupied without bothering half of the town.

[That fear sends an ultimately ineffectual jolt of protectiveness through Adele. For him it was said and done, for her it was after she was gone, but for now? Her arms tighten around his waist for a moment before loosening. Whatever it was, he survived. That's what matters.]

Sabaac, or I could look for people to duel, here. I'm fairly certain I could manage it with a regular sword instead of a saber.

[He was a big boy, remember? Friend of several force sensitives, commander in the Rebel Alliance, master of working behind the scenes. Red chuckles.]

I'm not much of a swordsman, unfortunately..but I'm sure I could find something that could work!

[~~A big boy with a big toy.~~]

Or we could find another diversion. [Her lips curl into a grin. Easy and comfortable, flirting with Red, even if it never went anywhere. Especially since it never went anywhere.]

Now we're thinking the same thing, Goldie!

[It was the beautiful thing about mutual banter-there was all the fun without the stress, and it made life more bearable on the quieter days.]

What sort of thing did you have in mind?

I'm a little sore from all that running around last night. And from when Ben threw a cart at me. [She huffs, pouts, and sighs before looking up at him through her eyelashes.]

Do you think we could have a massage session early today? I found some new candles in the item shop and they smell lovely.

[He laughs full on at this--oh, the oomplaints!]

You probably deserved it, you know! [Return of the poke, with a grin.]

That is doable. This evening sound good? Luke wants to go for a hike this afternoon. We're gonna be headed over to the western lake for some exploration.

I did make him fall face first into it just before that. [She snickers, too amused at the memory to mind the poking. Though she does sober a bit at the talk of Luke. He seemed tense in his earlier broadcast.]

Keep it light with him. I think losing twenty one hours bothers him more than he's letting on- he was frustrated enough when we lost the weekend in January.

I was living above him back in January, remember? And, I've known him for almost ten years. I know how to handle him, no worries.

[He caught the tension too, and planned to ask about it. He would do anything it took to help keep Luke on the high road, anything to prevent a repeat of the episode two years ago.]

I've watched one Skywalker fail. [Soft. Somber. Tense. They'd managed to help Anakin here, as awkward as the meeting had been. Adele has only ever been tangentially involved with his life, her one large contribution being to urge him into a relationship with Padme. Which. Ended poorly.]

I'll trust you on this Red. Keep an eye on yourself too, mm? There are strange things wandering the woods lately.

...I've heard the broadcasts over the journals, Goldie, and I know I'll be safe so long as I have my blaster and can fun.

[He kept his voice level and coolly controlled, even as he remembered that the one he'd need to guard himself against should everything go awry was Luke himself. The brighter light caused a darker shadow. It was true anywhere, especially where the Force was involved.]

Don't worry about it. Really.

I am not worried- much. I am not worried much. He is in control, and he has you. And Ben, even if the times are different. And Ami.

[Luke would be fine. She hopes. She'd been negligent once, and here? she cannot afford to do so again. Taking a deep breath she centers herself and lets go of all her threads of anxiety. It helped no one in the end.]

So...what was it that Fujiko led you to?

Having friends around does make it easier...

[He couldn't deny that, even with his own problems. His problems with the Hutts only occured because he tried to do everything on his own--it was only after joining the Rebel Alliance and serving under General Madine that he came more fully into his potential as a person. All this, because of friends.]

It was actually a stash of books about her world's history, written by Maurice Leblanc. I resemble her ex-boyfriend, and they were about his grandfather.

...I'm almost worried that she's planning something.

Hmm....some sort of grand seduction, you think? It would have to be elaborate. Possibly violent. Definitely interesting. It could be fun, though. I would be terribly jealous if she stole you away from me.

[Even if she's laughing through her doe eyes and half pout.]

[He laughs along too.]

Fujiko? Seduce me and steal me away from you? Please~ I look too much like her asshole of an ex for her to bother unless she was feeling masochistic!

Good, because she can't have you. You're mine.

[The pout gives way to happy giggling and she gives him a squeeze, tipping her chin up to kiss his cheek.]

[Ever clever, he tilts his head as she leans up so that their kiss meets on the lips. He can't help but chuckle.]

[She can't be too terribly miffed. It's a trick she's pulled on others often enough.

Sneaky Red.

That thought, a small swell of amusement before she pulls back, brow quirked.]

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