Slow Rider, Slow Rider, Move On a Little More

[pretendtoneedme]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: 6I's Town Hall
WHEN: July 10th
OPEN TO: Everyone who wants in. There will be one subheader for welcoming back the group and one for the actual meeting
WARNINGS: Nothing so far; please add headers in the comment subjects if something does come up that could be problematic

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The return is, when everything is said and done, uneventful. The group who went to explore the break in the canyon walks back into the village in the early afternoon, laden down with most of the supplies they'd brought with them and without any obvious injury. There's some scratches, a couple bruises, but whatever had happened to seal them away from the village for a week definitely didn't happen to them, and they're not buzzing with any news so world-shattering that everyone needs to be collected and reported to at once. There's enough time for the group to separate and grab showers, clean clothes, and something to eat, while the word passes from person to person that the explorers have returned and that there's going to be a meeting right after dinner for them to explain what they've found and answer questions.

At the appointed time, the five of them are there, looking less ragged, and ready to talk. They've brought a few things back with them to show the others in the village, but all in all there's just not a lot to show about the other side that's different - except for that one, giant thing. But the non-changes are going to be shocking enough for most people, and decisions have to be made about what to do with the information they have now.

Comments

[3ofswords]

"No," Kira says, shaking his head, like he can deny Bodhi's bemusement, or the subject, or the universes between their previous lives. "I get the point, and like--Bodhi, please just say fuck if you want to, I don't care. That's just the silliest curse word I've ever heard."

He's not trying to belittle him, moments after failing to build him up, but there's little else he can say in this new world he's been given a peek of, where dogs look like pangolins on roids and people say Sithspit when they're worked up over something.

[onlyeverdoubted]

He can't see why that would be until he remembers that almost no one here knows what he means by the Force, and, as such, would have no context for Sith. In that respect, he can see how it'd seem a bit peculiar. "I think I was going for..." He pauses to mentally sort through what he's seen of the more common cursing options in the canyon. "Bullshit." Fuck isn't much of a swear that he can see, but habit is everything in that respect.

[3ofswords]

Kira's snort is helpless, trailing off in something closely approaching a giggle. He aims it all into his mug, wondering which layer of their dilemma has him ground down into such a mood. He feels like he's several days out from sleep, despite it being a majority of his days since Tim dragged him in out of the rain. Has he pushed too hard again, or does everything seem to just--matter a bit less, the world shaken and left in its piles, people still rolling out of the fountain, Bodhi coming back with impossible rock samples and tales of hey, look, even more to fail to wrap your head around?

At least there are still the little things, gathering himself behind his mug until he can apologize. "Sorry, yeah, that sounds about right." While they're on the subject of Jyn and alien languages, he finally asks, "do you know what she meant when she said kriff?"

[onlyeverdoubted]

Kira's pretty clearly wrung out, an observation that makes Bodhi quicker to forgive the prodding. He sits with his own cup of tea and shrugs. "That she's pretty polite for a career criminal, I guess," he says with a shrug, a little past being reasonable despite the remaining optimism. Feeling good about himself doesn't mean not being tired and a bit overwhelmed.