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EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

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...[Self worth. With what she could do? Adele was aware she was skilled. Invaluable. As a surgeon she had few peers of equal ability. As a musician she was textbook perfect, if a little lacking in practical experience. But as herself. As who she was as a woman, not a doctor, not a LeBlanc...Robert had made it clear she was worth nothing. Had taken great pains to show her that, and after enduring it for so long, she'd come to believe him. Still believes him.

It's why this, having someone she respected treat her as an equal, as a friend, on her own merit rather than that as a physician surprises her. Unnerves her. Having people look at her, see her for who she is, and decide it's worth their time? Fears, paranoia, snide, embittered woman that she is? It's disconcerting. She cannot believe it to be true, not entirely. And at the very same time desperately wants it to be. It need not be Tony, but just to know that she can be loved, that she is worth that affection, that regard, that is what she wants more than anything even if she will never admit it to herself.

She leans into Ben when he holds her, just. Breathing. Trying to do what she knew he would eventually tell her to. Accept it and let go. But she can't, not this, and whenever it's over what she feels is going to be...terrible. Guilt. Self Loathing. She knew her luck. She knows she can't have anything remotely like this, she's not fit for it.]

For a decade he was all I had. And in all that time, he'd never wanted me.

"That, to me, sounds like a deficiency on his part, not yours."

[Still holding her. Just like in the tunnels, he won't let go until she pulls away.]

...if I make any attempt to contradict you, you'll just prove me wrong, won't you Ben?

[She huffs a soft laugh into his shoulder, turning her head until it settles in this hollow, the curve of his collarbone and shoulder. She could rest her cheek there comfortably...and it felt. Nice.]

"I'd hardly be any kind of insufferably smug if I didn't, now would I?"

[He says this, of course, with a smug grin.

He's a bit surprised that she hasn't already pulled away from his arms. She'd always given the impression that even the few hesitant moments of contact she allowed Obi-Wan during previous moments of emotional candor were more than she gave to most. Perhaps it was a residual effect of the shift.]

I can't see right now, but you. You have a smug grin. I can hear it. [She chuckles to herself, the resonance of Ben's voice in his chest decidedly smug enough for her to feel.

After a moment more she steps back and wipes at her eyes, habitually reigning in her emotions and composing a mask of polite distance. Then she remembers who she's with, shakes her head at herself and shrugs. She can't hide how miserable she's making herself from Ben. And were it not so relaxing to have someone she could show this, she'd find it irritating.]

[It had never actually occurred to Obi-Wan before how awkward it was to try and hug somebody without hitting their wings.]

"Guilty as accused, I'm afraid." [Still grinning as she separates from him.]

"So, what do you make of these trees everywhere?"

[Something told him she'd appreciate the subject change, and frankly, there was little he could do for her before the Shift wore off and all illusions regarding Tony were discarded emotionally as well as logically. Then she would need help.]

But Jedi do not fear. [The return to their usual, comfortable, and god it was a weird thought to think she had a comfortable manner with anyone here, means of conversation made Adele smile in earnest, even if it was a small one.]

To be honest? I've no idea. Everyone seems to be enjoying the fruit, and none of them have become ill over it.

"Ordinarily, I would avoid the fruit simply on the off-chance that they're dangerous, but the Malnosso seem quite capable of providing danger for us that is far more difficult to avoid."

[The grin comes back.]

"Besides, it has been weeks since you've chastised me for being reckless."

[On that note, he immediately heads for the nearest tree and begins examining the selection of fruit within reach. Star-shaped. Most interesting.]

...Ben. You are a delightfully brilliant idiot at times, you know that?

[Still she sighs as though put upon and follows him to the tree, blinking at the fruit along with him. Star shaped. Pale gold. It smelled quite fragrant, so it was either ripe or close to it.]

[He's far too busy examining the tree to dignify that with a response. That one there looks good. Evenly formed, no marks or blemishes, the whole fruit of a uniform, appealing color. With luck, that indicated that it was ripe. Not that Obi-Wan had ever experienced such a thing as luck, mind.

He reaches up and plucks it from the tree, examining it for a moment.]

"... Well, it looks safe to me, and I do not sense any threat from it."

You don't sense any threat from it. [She presses her hands to her mouth to muffle a laugh, shaking her head at the Jedi.]

Well, it still bears some examination, yes. I...hm. [She reaches up into her hair and pulls out a slim knife, holding her hand out for the fruit.]

[In fairness, sentient plant life was an actual documented phenomenon in Obi-Wan's own Galaxy.]

"Very well."

[He does not remark upon the unusual storage place for her knife, he simply hands her the fruit without a word.]

[She takes the fruit and makes three perfectly straight parallel cuts in the fruit without blinking, her hand completely steady. She slides it in under one of the wedges and offers it out to Obi wan, doing the same for herself once the fruit had been accepted.]

It smells sweet, and seems to have about the same resistance as a peach...nothing to make it seem rancid, no insects or worms...it should be safe.

[And well...what was the worst that could happen? She shrugs and lifts the knife to her lips, biting a bit off of the end.]

[Obi-Wan accepted his wedge, pondering it for a moment, but when she bit hers, he shrugged and did the same.

He finished the bite, blinked, and looked down.]

"An interesting taste, but not an unpleasant one."

[He shrugs and takes another bite.]

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[Adele chewed, swallowed, and stared down at the slice resting on her knife before taking another bite. It was...rich. Subtly sweet, like warmed honey. Not at all cloying or saccharine, just a warm wash of flavor that burst on the back of her tongue, subtly viscous juice running down her hand. She tilts her head and licks the dripping line from her wrist back up to the hell of her hand, and finishes her first wedge.]

Mm. It's more than interesting Ben, it's delicious. [She's already cutting herself another wedge, even.]

[Obi-Wan grinned at her sudden, unexpected enthusiasm. Typically that had been his role in their interactions.]

"I'm glad you like it. We should see if they can be acquired on a more regular basis."

[His mind suddenly painted an odd picture of them shopping for fruit together. He chuckled.]

If the trees remain after today, I wouldn't mind taking the hike to get here for them. [She's already slicing another wedge for Ben as well, offering it out as she nibbles on her second. It really was sweet, and perfect, and the wedge started to slide a bit on her knife so she had to look up to adjust her hand without flipping it off entirely...and when had she stepped so close to Ben?

Not that it was odd. Because she's always been comfortable with him. Even when he was hyper-caffeinated or falling off buildings. She catches the humor in his voice and looks up, returning his smile. Always warm, always enthusiastic, and if she got lost for half a second staring up into his blue grey eyes...well. No one would notice.]

[She was holding out a piece of fruit to him. He reached to take it, and noticed that she was standing oddly close. He glanced to her face and found a moment, then two, of direct eye contact. He averted his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

...He never felt self-conscious. He focused on the fruit. Which was in her hand, and also his. His fingers had sort of paused on the offered slice, and then he found himself idly wondering what the skin of her palms felt like. His grin faded to a more relaxed half-smile, and he took the fruit, focusing on it as he hastily withdrew his hand.]

"Thank you."

[A heartbeat of utter stillness. When all she could think about is how she never noticed before, not really, how blue Ben's eyes were. It's a funny thing to think, and a funnier thing to notice. Adele felt oddly tense, not anxious, not uncomfortable, just...ready. For something. She wet her lips to speak, failed, and blinked to clear whatever it was from her head as she turns her attention back to her own wedge of fruit. Her voice is soft, but fond, when she does manage to speak.]

You are welcome Ben.

[She nibbles on her wedge, mulling over this wash of fondness. She'd always been fond of Ben. She'd always respected him, but for some reason it felt more direct today. Perhaps it was just the situation. She's distracted enough that by the time she finishes the bit of fruit that she's nibbling and she moves to cut another section, she scrapes her palm with the blade and nearly drops the fruit, flinching with a soft hiss.]

Merde.

[Obi-Wan's reaction is immediate and unthinking. He hastily takes the injured hand in his and gently holds it as he inspects her palm. Bleeding. He gives a small wince of empathy.]

"Do you have any sterile bandages?"

[Adele has to switch the remainder of the fruit to her uninjured hand, blinking up at Ben. It stung, yes, and she was a little embarrassed. She was a surgeon for god's sake, she shouldn't have slipped up like this.]

I did not think to bring any when I came.

[Obi-Wan frowns.]

"It does not look serious. Do you know where any disinfectant is?"

[It seemed a bit odd, him suddenly tending to her injury, but seeing her hurt had apparently brought out a protective side of him.]

There are alcoholic beverages available at one of the stands- one of those would work. It is not so bad, Ben.

[She curls her fingers with a faint huff of embarrassed laughter, the thin line of blood welling up to mix with the pale golden juice still pooled in her palm.]

"... That does not sound wholly appealing. What about rubbing alcohol, or..."

[Wait, what was that chemical they used as a disinfectant around here? Oh, what he wouldn't give for a simple bacta solution...]

"Oh. Yes. Hydrogen peroxide? Do we have either of those?"

[He still isn't letting go of her hand.]

There's none of that here Obi-Wan. It might sting, but that just means it's working, yes? [Adele lifts a shoulder and blinks, looking back up to Obi-Wan. She has yet to pull her hand back.]

There may be something in one of those huts?

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DOOOOOOOOOOM

SO MUCH DOOM

THE DOOMIEST

ALL THE DOOM EVER

LIKE AN APOCALYPSE OF DOOM. NO THAT IS NOT TAUTOLOGICAL SHUT UP.

A DOOMOCOLYPSE, IF YOU WILL.

CLEARLY, BECAUSE APOCALOOM JUST SOUNDS LIKE SINISTER WEAVING.

SINISTER WEAVING OF THE THREADS OF FATE!

WAIT ISN'T THAT KIND OF WHAT WE'RE DOING ANYWAY.

THE RED STRING OF FATE, IT STRANGLES THEM!

THE RED STRING OF FATE IS OUR GAROTTE.

A GAROTTE OF LOVE.