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[twoeyesonthesky]

For the first time since that outbreak of involuntary singing, Quinn is voluntarily setting foot on his native Earth's soil. He's got the supplies and the volunteers, after all; there's no reason to stay in the bar

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[lt_naraht]

Next in line is a Horta playing pack-animal.

"The board's green and go as far as I'm concerned," he calls back. "Which way to your hide-out? The sooner you guys get stashed, the sooner I can get digging."

[watching_you]

Veronica follows along shortly behind. The sun's out, and she slips on her baseball cap for a moment before realizing that it blocks her view of the sky.

She'll have to make do with squinting.

As she stashes it in her backpack, she calls: "Doing just fine. But I'm with the rock - the sooner we get out of the open, the better."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Fair enough," calls Quinn. "We're not that far from the old hotel- I'd say a hundred, hundred fifty yards, and over that rise there. This was the closest big opening I could manage."

[lt_naraht]

"Then let's get moving," Naraht says, suiting action to word. The gravel grinds and crunches underneath him as the group moves out.

He's not going to mention it to Quinn, but this scorched, grey world bears more than a slight resemblence to Janus IV. With much better surface weather, of course.

[countofserenno]

Dooku along, probably somewhat absentmindedly pondering what he's going to talk with Bonzo about next. And as he walks through the door to what he thought was outside, he suddenly feels the decidedly not-out-back feel of earth below his feet.

And the weather's a little chilly, too.

And he can't really feel the Force, either. Which he has for about seventy years now.

That's not good.

"What in the...?"

[watching_you]

Veronica's first reaction to the unexpected noise is run like hell But that wasn't a dragon. Not even close.

Trailing behind the rest of the group, she glances back. And stares.

"Uh. Guys? Seems we've got a follower."

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn whips around, the sudden moment setting Ross to snorting and tossing his head.

"Bloody hell, not another one!" he exclaims, letting go of the horse for a moment.

[countofserenno]

Dooku looks around, slightly disoriented. Must be the lack of more than a truly rudimentary Force connection.

"Where am I and why can I not feel the Force here?"

[watching_you]

It's later. The sun is lower and the group is somewhat scattered: Naraht digging, Creedy settling back in and Dooku doing - whatever it is that Jedi do without the Force. Brooding, perhaps.

Veronica, for her part, had been exploring (detective instincts, as always) studying all of the millions of little ways that the survivors had adapted the castle to its new purpose as their home. Fortified doors, systems for capturing sunlight and rainwater - dozens of things that she never would have thought of from Quinn's stories of the place. Amazing.

The sky's turning red: Veronica watches it out a window of the castle, stained glass pushed wide so that she can see down into the courtyard below. It's been quite a day.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn's been busy. Then again, he's always busy. That's the nature of this place. The last time it was quiet here... well, he had a fever at the time, so it might not really have been quiet. It's one of those things

[watching_you]

"Hey! In here!" she calls, half-turning from the window as she does. She doesn't leave, not right away: there are certain things you don't see every day, even as a girl detective, even as a patron of Milliways. It's worth it to hold on to these things as they occur.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn smiles to himself and sticks his head into the room. "There you are. We haven't scared you off yet, have we? It isn't every day we get new people. Or ever, really.'