- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Online Availability
- Evenings, Pacific Time
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Modern, Horror, Magical... pretty flexible.
"You aren't the first to arrive here from that ship. There's been a few. From your look I'm just going to give you the benefit of the doubt. I don't want any problems with the Empire. We do our bit, pay our taxes, and keep our noses out of trouble. However, since you mentioned payment... Let's have a sit in the back room of the Lady and lay all of our cards on the table, shall we?""I'm not here about the ship."
He sent out a low wave impulse, seeking out signs of the force user as he fell into step.
"I'm looking for a traveler. Someone new, who arrived tonight. Any information you may have, would be appreciated and paid for."
Meanwhile Arlene was... well, as she would put it, making microwave angels. Lying on the deep comm dish, spread eagle and waving her arms and legs. She'd get around to disabling the thing. All she had to do was pull a couple of panels out or smash a few things. But in the meantime, she was having fun. Of course, having someone do what she was doing was making the long-range comm spotty anyway so she was kind of doing her job.
Kind of.
@Ringmaster