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A small device similar to the one that Aayla had near her door arrives at the hotel. The controls seem easy enough to manage. If one pushes a slightly large button, a fuzzy blue holocron of Aayla appears. She bows.
"Misters Crowley and Valmont, I regret to inform you that I have been called away on extremely urgent Jedi matters. The ( Read more... )

Mun's so boggled down with papers and finals that her interactions are going to be extremely slim for the rest of the week. I doubt that the weekend would provide relief, but they may. FH will be quite the happening procrastination station, though! I'd expect nearly all interaction to be somewhat slow until I can't stand the guilt anymore and ( Read more... )

An almost nightly ritual, Aayla returns to the hotel from chatting with Aziraphale and Crowley. It seems that Aziraphale's shop is one of the only places where she feels comfortable. She's been around a few other places in town, but always seemed to primarily stop by the Rare Books Shop ( Read more... )

Aayla wakes up from the few hours of sleep she's accustomed to. She stretches and performs a few exercises before noticing a blinking red light on her holocron recorder. She presses one of the buttons and an blue grainy image of Mace Windu appears. It bows.

"Greetings, Aayla. I trust you have been performing your duties on Earth well. Your ( Read more... )

[ooc: Aayla mun will be out of town this weekend again (edit: and again). Anyone working at the hotel can push the "Security" button should any trouble occur, and then puppet Aayla if necessary. Keep in mind that she is a Jedi and will therefore act like one ( Read more... )

Aayla returns to her hotel room after another talk with Aziraphale. She's very glad that she can gain some mental stimulation from talking with him, having been worried that she would not find it to this degree on Earth ( Read more... )

After her chat with Crowley, Aayla makes her way to her room. Seeing there's a message on her machine, she plays it while looking through one of her drawers.
"Ms. Secura? This is Sebastian Valmont, the new owner of the hotel. I've been reviewing some of the documents Frank Donovan left me, and they mentioned the issue of your weapon."She looks ( Read more... )

Aayla weaves her way through the crowded town meeting, every so often checking back to make sure Ludwig was following. She through the door outside, the chilly fall air blowing softly. Reaching the park, she sits at a close bench and pulls out her datapad. It looks like a thin grey rectangle, no larger than a small book with a black screen. ( Read more... )

A fairly unusual expression is across Aayla's face as she reaches the hotel. She is smiling smugly, instead of her usual expression of calculating observation.
Unlocking the door to her room, she places a nearly empty cup of chai tea on the coffee table and sits in the overly large chair next to it. Seeing Anakin again brought up quite a few ( Read more... )