Trillian and Trilan

[Davin Jusik]

Professor Trilan Tenthrad stepped outside of the prestigious halls of Coruscant University and into the pouring rain. His speeder had been run into three days earlier in front of his apartment and he'd had to take a cab to and from work every day since. As he stood there in the rain he pondered what type of person, or otherwise, would be his driver for this particular session of driving. His sword sat in it's elaborate sheath on his back, drawing a few stares from those who'd yet to see the professor. He always had it with him.

As he mused he began to attempt to hail a cab.

 

[Blackthorne]

Of all the mornings Trillian had to run late, it was the one with pouring rain.

Her hair was soaked to the point that the curls hung limply about her shoulders, sad and depressed as a dog recently whopped with a rolled up newspaper. Her clothing clung to her skin and she was fairly certain her makeup was running. All in all, the woman was a drowned rat. But a pretty drowned rat, she told herself. Rain was a cleansing agent, she said - beautifying and purifying and oh god this was just awful.

She pranced down the walk in her heels, shielding her face with her hand in some effort that was mostly pointless to keep a fraction of herself dry. Somewhere in this sad, lonely city there was a cab waiting just for her and it would stop and open it's door with a pleasant sigh and beckon her inside where it was warm, comfortable, and most importantly dry.

Trillian stopped at the edge of the walk and leaned to peer into the airways. Pouting as she blinked into the rain, the woman held out her arm and hailed and upcoming taxi with an extended thumbs-up.

Please oh please oh please - SCORE!

"Oh my giddy Aunt this never happens!" the first one she hailed pulled down to the ramp and she quickly yanked the door open and hopped inside. Soaked skirt squeeking against the plexileather seats, she leaned forward with a delicate cough, "The Hall of Archives please."

The driver grunted.

Trillian blinked, "Ah - hem, the Hall of Archives?" she said a little louder.

The driver grunted. She began to wonder if he, too, had also missed the most important meal of the day.

"THE HALL-" VROOM. Trillian yelped and toppled back into the seat as the cab sped off into the skyways.

Squeaking profoundly, Trillian set to work attempting to fix herself up. With any luck the ride would provide enough time to dry and reapply some makeup. She began with wringing out what extraneous pieces of clothing she could and attempting to scrunch some curl back into her hair. A futile effort. If only she had a sham-wow, because those things would suck the moisture out of a pool if you let it sit long enough. Too bad they were made illegal when someone threatened the planet Mon Calamari with a freighter full of them.

People these days.

She snorted to herself with a chuckle and looked up just in time to notice her cabi had pulled over in front of the Coruscant University.

"No," she shook her head, leaning forward and tapping on the back of the driver's seat, "no no, I wanted the Hall of Archives. THE HALL OF ARCHIVES."

 

[Davin Jusik]

Trilan hopped into the cab thankfully and without thinking, only then did he notice that the taxi had another passenger. How odd? He thought to himself, most cab drivers wouldn't pick up multiple passengers unless they got on together, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. The driver looked back at him with a semi-angry look.

"Apartment 74290, Mid district."

The Driver grunted in compliance and resumed his high pitched piloting. Trilan looked at the woman next to him with a curious gaze, she was soaked and had been shouting at the Driver about going to the archives as he'd entered the cab.

"What would you be doing there, if you don't mind my asking." Trilan said with a smile.

 

[Blackthorne]

Trillian blinked.

Did they... did they just pick up a second passenger?

Trillian blinked again, eyes wide, and turned her head to face the man now seated next to her.

They just picked up a second passenger.

"Uhhhh-" she lifted a hand, intent on informing the cabbie that they had, in fact, picked up a second passenger, but was a little too late. This unnamed man had given his destination - there was no turning back.

Well, she supposed, why not have a little fun?

"Oh hi there!" she smiled, seeming to forget that she still looked very much like a drowned rat. A pretty drowned rat. "I'm conducting a Behavioral Study that explores the relation between Personal Space, Personal Comfort and Unforseen Circumstance. So tell me, if you will, on a scale of Dazed and Confused to Morbidly Vexed, how do you feel? And please," the woman pulled her satchel into her lap and withdrew a lipstick, "be honest. This is for posterity."