Lando and Leia felt just like part of the nostalgic ties laced throughout the movie. Like, "Hey," *wink wink nudge nudge* "rememer this thing that happened before? Rememberrrr?"

Someone yesterday made a point that while the prequels were . . . what they were, at least they were fresh in that they didn't have all of the generational trauma and references to lean on. That's what is frustrating about movies like these sometimes--I understand and sometimes even appreciate the fan service, but moderation is key.

And I agree with you: of course worth the watch if you've gotten this far, and there are some satisfactory ties and things, plus it's always a ton of fun to stare at. Pews are life.

Both are goooorgeous, Brom, thanks for sharing!

I think it was the best ending this latest trilogy could have hoped for. It wasn't great, but it also wasn't ~~the worst~~. Of course, my bar was set really low per what I had heard and saw of this trilogy so far, so take that how you will. There was some redeeming, some cool pews, some surprises and very convenient new Force mechanics and lore that seemed to spring up out of need for plot devices that were difficult to just let slide. I also cried a couple times. I have a few other nitpicky gripes and some stuff I have to hand it to them for doing well, but overall, while for me there were chances to do better things with plot and lore, I got more of a payoff than what I had expected for this portion of the Star Wars story, and I'm happy about that.

Merry happy Stabmas!

Thank you!

FYI the skespider didn't attack in a really large hall--at least not for the mansion, though I guess a pretty large one compared to normal hallways. They heard it as they got to the top of the stairs of the third floor, then they ran back down to the 2nd floor and hid in one of the rooms, like cowards.

But anyhoo! I'll get us to the top of the stairs and hand it back off to you two

I have some time at work today, but I don't imagine I'll be able to finish it all until Thursday night. Keep me honest!

I'm writing some of their trek through the mansion. Initially I was going to have them have to go up against a few more guards/skellies than when KandC had first gone through, but I remembered and re-read Deals and Dolls, and it seems like Morgana had convinced Adedre to stave off sounding the alarm, is that right?

What can Kith expect as she scouts/leads them through the 3 story manor? One or two dudes here or there? Monsters? Do they get to the 3rd floor without much trouble?

What's up?

Me too! The RP is what's the most appealing--that and what a bad ass she is despite having a cat-dad and blade-mum ready to slice the nerd up for literally no reason at all.

Shiv: I once locked up--
Ch'dau: *swinging falcatta* OH YOU LOCKED SOMEONE UP, HUH? IN A CAGE IN YOUR DUNGEON SOMEWHERE?!?!?!
Shiv: --because I get nervous in front of crowds . . . .

Yes, the challenge was honestly pretty appealing. I told Olan and he just made fun of me, saying basically what you did about all of the trust and friendship So yeah, I've been pretty excited for her to meet you all ^__^

I knew you'd like that 

Told you she was just a plain ol' boring little book girl.

Good luck with holiday stuff, Raven!

Shiv will be ready to introduce herself whenever you and Cedric are ready

A tiny introduction.

The Felarin library echoed with the sound of Shiv’s foot jolting out at a nearby chair, as her face fell out of her hand, waking her with a start. She looked around at the faces turned disapprovingly toward her, and lowered her head back into her book. Getting into the Circle and your order was supposed to have been the most difficult part of this, wasn’t it? But no, it was the studying. Not that she was any novice when it came to it. The majority of her twenty-four years had been spent in the analysis, discussion, and dissection of texts she had consumed. There was just no longer an end to her tasks at hand, at least there were hardly any she could see. That being said, she hardly slept anymore, and seeing in general was sometimes difficult in and of itself, for how blurry the world enjoyed becoming with each consecutive hour without rest.

Siobhan ran both hands back through her auburn hair. Alas, the luxury of restful days was over. She had failed her most important task, and for that there was no forgiveness. No rest. No respite until--

Another chair clattered through the large hall as Shiv jerked awake once more, and this time she could see the staff contemplating sending her on her way. Disturbances such as these were hardly tolerated, even less so for those clad in the black robes of the Order of Bone and Breath, as she was.

She sighed softly to herself, and leaned back in her chair. There was nothing for it. She was going to be useless if she didn't allow herself at least an hour or two of rest--not that she could afford it, but there was just nothing for it. She leaned forward again and began closing the books she had pulled, wishing as she often had that there was someone, anyone who could help her; anyone who could understand her work or at the very least, was strong enough to lend a hand to her end goal. But there was no one like that. There was no one to share in the gruesome path before her.

A blur of white and yellow suddenly rushed past her and Siobhan shook her head. Rubbing her eyes again, the young face came into focus. She hadn't seen him here before, and she was here the majority of her days, yet he had several texts that she had already pored over, and some she hadn’t even seen before. Some she would have greatly appreciated.

He slammed the books down on his table, with nary a look from the others, but such was the right given to someone in his robes.

Without another thought, Shiv took up all of the books before her and hurried over to introduce herself to the young, hopefully useful, priest of Solanis.

"To vert, or not to vert, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to vert
The slings and arrows of outrageous Kazari,
Or to take arms against a sea of broken sheds
And by opposing fuck ‘em. To vert—to pounce,
No more; and by a pounce to say we leap 
The silver cat and the thousand natural shocks
That sticking the landing is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To pounce, to vert;
To vert, perchance to leap—ay, there's the rub:
For in that vert of cray what W’s may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a vert." --William Shakespeare, Hamlet

"You miss 100% of the verts you don't take." - Wayne Gretzky

Verts: verticals . . . jumping heights. So that they can jump over Ch'dau.

My jokes, they are S A V A G E

Holidaaays: good luck, all!

Do they all have sick verts though?

Gonna be difficult to jump him, but maybe Simon's got a sick vert.

Kazari are kind tall though, aren't they?

CAT FIIIIIIIIGHT

Stupid t'mbili

Her mother was a priestess of Meillyah, maybe she picked it up before her mama was brutally slaughtered.

Davena cast Find Daughter! It's happened again!

You know what? Something came up, I'm . . . so sorry, we're going to go with someone else. DAVENA GET ISABELLE WE'RE LEAVING.

Davey and Kith have been looking for a nanny/exorcist so that works out perfectly! Uncle Gibby would be perfect! They'll stop by on the way to the hideout to talk about it.

So anyway I've been thinking of new girl music.

Seven Devils by Florence and the Machine is the first to get that vibe.