Private What the Water Gave Me

[Makai Dashiell]

THE SLICE

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"Hmm, well lucky for me you and Phoebe are the only two family members that know about the Slice project."

Which meant no initial questioning. Makai would have to tell the collective group but it seemed a rip the bandage off situation. Perhaps at Life Day if the conversation turned to it. Given the length of the project and everything involved it was going to take some time to get things off the ground. Once they got back to the Tranquility he would begin shopping around for a space station. Then the real work would begin.

Hand squeezed hers as they crested the hill, speaking of Ukatis and a festival. Had he ever visited the planet? The half-Galan was uncertain but he did know it was an agriculture based planet. Perhaps a little poking around in addition to date night for ideas on how to feed an entire population.

"An excellent idea. A little time away before we won't have that luxury. I feel like Phoebe hasn't really spent one-on-one time with you Ma in awhile so it will be perfect. I look forward to an evening without our tiny terror chastising me in Huttese." There was a small nudge of her shoulder. "Not to mention an entire uninterrupted conversation from said tiny terror."

TIRTHA COVE, JOIOL - LIFE DAY CELEBRATION

With a house full of family - and apparently one random boy - Makai had found the perfect excuse to slip away from the activities ; cooking. A full menu was in swing at the beachside mansion, a standing nerf rib roast, twice baked tubers, roasted vegetables, various desserts. Not that the living room was far from the kitchen and not that he couldn't hear all the activity contained in the house. With Phoebe and Kellan already having opened their gifts this morning, it was more the adults talking shop now with the half-Galan praying his father remained on his best behavior. His mother couldn't attend - busy with the Kai side of his family and his grandparents, so at least there was one potential set of tension off his plate.

Piping the innards of his tubers back into their carefully cut skins, he could hear Phoebe excitedly bouncing around, enthralled to having at least two grandparents to be spoiled by. Not to mention her cousin as a partner in crime.

"Pop-pop, ...I made you something!" Phoebe was bounding back into the living room after disappearing, two items in her little hands. She came to a stop near her grandfather. A friendship bracelet with bright beads. Ever since her trip to the Slice the young girl had been cranking them out. El-Three and Thirty-Seven already had four a piece. "All by myself too!"

Danger Arceneau | Judah Dashiell | Balun Dashiell | Kiran Arlos | Persephone Dashiell ​

 

[Judah Dashiell]

After cleaning up wrapping paper, Judah took a seat on an armchair in the living room with the others. Where he was immediately pounced upon by Kellan with a toy in hand, wanting the item to be assembled and in working order so he could play with it. A small, handheld hover device he had picked up for his grandson. Lights and the promise of it following the user around had seemed enticing enough for him so it should appeal to a young boy.

Package was open next to him and the object charging as he read the instructions, chatting every so often with Danger. In typical Life Day fashion the kids were running around so it was more paying attention to them instead of one another. Eyes squinted a little at the paper instructions and he adjusted the length away from his face, idly wondering if he needed corrective vision surgery or if was just plain old age coupled with being woken up at the crack of dawn by excited kids.

Probably should have stopped at the first lowball of whisky too.

Phoebe came bounding in with a trinket for himself, brightly colored in young kid fashion. Putting down his instructions, he slipped it on his wrist, sitting proudly next to his intelichrono.

"A perfect fit. Looks great Phoebe, thank you." Judah lifted his wrist to look at it a little better. "You've got your mother's talent for art too, great use of color."

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Through a lot of convincing, Persephone was able to invite Kiran over for Life Day. It had taken a great deal of presentation skills and a small bit of guilt tripping that Kiran was an orphan and had no where to go. The teenager was allowed to come, but with a great deal of rules. Kiran was staying in a guest house away from the main house and he had been assigned her adoptive father's droid, Thirty-Seven, to oversee his every move. The boy couldn't even use the bathroom with Thirty-Seven standing nearby and asking if he was still in there.

Gifts had been open and it was that hazy time between breakfast and gifts and a weirdly timed early dinner. With not much to do, the pair had retreated to the den to watch a holo. With the little kids running around watching something in the main room would be disaster. Especially if there ended up being a curse word.

Camped out on the couch, Persephone sat on one end, far away from Kiran. Zee was in the room as their monitor, judging them silently. Or not so silently at times. Popcorn and drinks sat between them, with Persie shoveling it in despite dinner being around the corner. Teenage metabolism for the win.

"Who would have known Zombie Cheerleader Slumber Party is actually a decent comedy. A total riff on all those cheesy horror movies that come out every year."

[ A real gas, Miss Persephone. A shame it didn't win any awards. ]

Kiran Arlos​

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DASHIEL FAMILY LIFE DAY EVENT
WEARING: Click here.
FEATURING: Kellan Dashiell (NPC).

Life Day was...An interesting concept.

People used it as an excuse to get together and celebrate time with family and friends. Corporations used it to advertise their goods and earn credits, commercialising the holiday that was originally about honouring life and blah blah blah. Balun, however....-Well, frankly, he had always struggled to get into it.

It wasn't for a lack of trying, mind you. It mostly came down to his resentments towards his earlier years before the Dashiells. The Jedi had always felt like a family that had been forced upon him, and so he hated that fact right up until the day he left them. The Dashiells, on the other hand, were exactly where he needed to be.

...Yet Life Day still brought back memories of the other Padawan running about, laughing and carrying on while he watched, alone and resentful from a distance. It was a self-inflicted wound, one that he knew now that he wouldn't still bear had he the mind to have swallowed his pride back in his younger days and just accepted things for what they were. Only, how different would things be today, had he done so?

"Pop-pop, Mimi....I made you something!"

Pheobe's voice stirred Balun from his remunerations as he stood with his back to the wall, a glass of golden liquor swirling slowly within the glass held in his right hand. It was only his first, but he was already beginning to feel as though he was tempted for another.

How long had it been since they were all here together as a family like this?

His gaze crossed the room towards Kellan, who had seated himself atop Judah Dashiell 's lap, harassing the old man for help with the hover toy, the Life Day gift Balun's father had bought for the kid. It was a rare respite where Kellan wasn't causing a ruckus alongside Pheobe, the two partners in crime who fed off of each other's juvenile energy and amplified each other's mischievousness.

Makai had managed to escape the chaos, using the responsibility of cooking as a means to save himself from the unending terror of the younglings. Balun's brother wasn't just older, but wiser too. Not that Bale would ever admit it to Makai. He likely already thought as much too eagerly. Aside from his brother, Danger Arceneau was in sight and being assailed by the dubious little Pheobe, a rare but always a pleasure to see again; Perhaps less so for Judah, depending on whether or not his father had put his foot in it or not. Apparently, Judah was about as good with women as Balun was, which wasn't saying much, but it also explained where Balun got it from and gave him someone to blame it on.

Most surprising of all, astonishingly even; rumour had it that Persephone Dashiell was around here somewhere. And she even had a boy-toy no less. How the hell she managed to pull that one off, Balun had no idea, but he was both impressed and sympathised to both Persie and the poor bastard who had to meet their family. The guy was going to wind up traumatised by the end of this evening!

Swigging back the last of his whiskey, Balun, who hadn't said or done much of a great deal of anything, decided it was time to move and find the bottle with which to fill his now-empty glass.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Persephone Dashiell
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Kiran kept his back pressed into the far corner of the couch, shoulders tucked in like he was trying to take up as little space as possible. The cushions were too soft, the room too warm, and the faint whirr of Thirty-Seven's servos reminded him every few seconds that this wasn't really relaxing, it was supervised downtime.

Still… popcorn helped.

He reached into the bowl between them, careful not to brush Persephone's hand. Lest he invoke the wrath of Zee and Thirty-Seven. He shoved a handful into his mouth. Salty. Warm. Way better than ration bars. He chewed slowly, eyes fixed on the holo as the cheerleader on-screen tripped over a severed arm and screamed in a way that was so over-the-top it circled right back around to funny.

A snort escaped him before he could stop it. He coughed and covered it by grabbing his drink, pretending he'd choked instead of laughed.

Okay. He hadn't expected that.

Kiran shifted slightly, stretching his legs out a fraction more than he had before. Zombie Cheerleader Slumber Party was silly. Loud. Ridiculous. But it was supposed to be. No moral lessons. No tragedy. No reminders that everyone you cared about could disappear overnight. Just fake blood, decent acting, and jokes that landed more often than they should.

He stole a quick glance sideways.

Persephone was completely at ease, curled into her end of the couch, popcorn disappearing at an alarming rate, eyes bright with amusement or so it seemed to him. Like this was normal. Like inviting someone over for Life Day and watching a sill holo in the den didn't require permission forms, rules, or a droid tracking bathroom breaks.

The droid's voice chimed in, dry and unimpressed. Kiran smirked despite himself.

"Yeah," he muttered under his breath, barely louder than the holo's soundtrack. "That's kinda the point."

He grabbed more popcorn, this time without hesitating, and leaned back into the cushions. For a few minutes, just a few, he forgot where he was supposed to be, who was watching, and how temporary all of this probably was.

The zombie cheerleaders burst into song on-screen.

Kiran groaned, but he didn't look away. "Oh, gods no...." Kiran looked over to Persie and he laughed. "Don't look at me, you picked it."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Judah Dashiell Balun Dashiell Persephone Dashiell Kiran Arlos

Myra was Life Day incarnate as she swept into the den in a wash of festive color, greens and reds layered with embroidered gold catching the light as she moved. A floppy red hat dipped low over her brow, and the oversized ornament earrings at her ears chimed softly with every step.

She smiled immediately at the sight of Persephone curled on the couch, popcorn in hand.

"There you are," Myra said warmly. "I was starting to think you'd vanished into the holiday chaos."

Then she noticed the boy. The Heiress came to a sudden stop, a bit perplexed, a bit confused, but not shocked. Oh no, not when it came to random folk in her house.

And while Myra's smile didn't fade it did shift as she took him in properly, proping one hand at the curve of her bright red and white leggings.

Huh, she locked in on that unmistakable mop of curls.

"Oh," she said lightly, grey eyes blinking once before giving a polite nod.

"Hello… you are new."

She then promptluy cocked a hip to the side, head tilting as her eyes flicked back to Persephone and then returned to Kiran, curiosity plain but not unkind. Her grey eyes lingered on his curls for just a beat longer, then she smiled again, amused.

"You aren't another surprise Dashiell, are you?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: All Ya'll this is a speed post
| Dress x | x | x | x | x | x | X | X |

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Danger was late.

And a bit angry, but hell, that's what happened when chaos with work and the fall of the Alliance meant that Arceneau Trade was working overtime on trying to maintain the flow of trade throughout all the affected sectors from the Core on out.

Glancing at her chronowatch, looked like she just might be a few hours late. Meaning she was already wasting precious grandbaby time.

Yup, someone was going to pay for this, as emerald fire shot through the Queen of Trade's eyes.

Even on the fastest ship, there was only so much she could do.

Maybe she should start looking into those supposed path engines she heard from a little mynock, the Manalorians might be looking into.

Or maybe she could use one of Locke and Key's gates to cut down on the time.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"Singing is mandatory. This is a cheesy teen movie."

Put on by the Cresh-Wesk Network, it was no surprise. All of their shows and movies were fairly teen cheesy - Creekdale, Sabrina the Teenage Dathomir Witch, Ruffy the Vampire Slayer. Persephone had yet to see one that wasn't campy. Grabbing another handful of popcorn, she was about to go into more detail when Myra walked in.

Persephone arced a small eyebrow at her adoptive mother. The woman looked like a fashion nightmare - leave it to Myra to take Life Day to the extreme. Persie was much more a festive sweater type person but beyond that.....either way, the teenager wasn't going to say anything. No doubt it would lead to some type of chore.

"No, this is Kiran."

Servos shifted. Zee felt this was his shining moment.

[ I see you have not been reading my daily reports Mistress. ] Disappointment entered not only his tone but posture. [ Kiran Arlos is the boy Mister Dashiell questioned here on Joiol before he joined Miss Persephone at the fair. It was known to be a date. I have yet to see any romantic overtones in their interactions. If there are, it has slipped my programming. By my estimations if there are romantic overtones, I suspect they will not last with Miss Persephone's acceptance into the University of Agamar. ]

Leave it to Zee to be very blunt with his observations as a droid.

"I asked Makai - he said it was fine. Kiran is staying in one of the guest houses and Thirty-Seven is his chaperone."

[ This is correct Mistress. Kiran has not left my optical sensors - even to use the facilities. ] Thirty-Seven knew no personal boundaries. He was used to following Makai everywhere. [ I can assure you no teenage pregnancies will occur on my watch. It would be a disaster for Miss Persephone and the future impact of the greater Dashiell family. ]

Growing red-faced, Persephone wanted to sink into the couch cushions, not even looking Kiran's way.

Kiran Arlos | Myra Arceneau Dashiell ​

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Persephone Dashiell Makai Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell Balun Dashiell
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Kiran froze.

Popcorn halfway to his mouth, back suddenly very straight, every muscle in his body locking as if he'd just been caught sneaking into a restricted hangar. His eyes flicked instinctively toward the doorway, then to the droids, then, very briefly, to Persephone, before snapping back to the holo like it might save him.

Teenage pregnancies.

Stars above.

He slowly placed the popcorn in his mouth, face burning so hot he was convinced it had to be visible. His ears rang faintly as Thirty-Seven continued speaking, each word landing like a blaster bolt to his dignity. He had been interrogated before, real interrogations, with real stakes, but somehow this felt worse. Much worse.

He swallowed, hard.

Kiran forced his shoulders to relax, hands folding together in his lap like he was suddenly twelve again and sitting in front of a social worker who already didn't trust him. He kept his voice carefully neutral when he spoke, pitched low and respectful, the way he'd learned made adults less suspicious. And then he couldn't help but he laughed.

"Hi, Ma'am," he said, inclining his head toward Myra with a small nod and smile. He actually stood up and bowed. "I was invited, by Persephone. I am just a poor orphan boy, with nowhere to go. I'm Persephones friend. It's nice to meet you."

Which was technically the truth. Very carefully the truth.

His gaze stayed forward, fixed on the frozen image of a zombie cheerleader mid-song, but his peripheral vision caught Persephone shrinking into the couch. He felt bad that things were being made awkward for her. Hated even more that the droids were dissecting their lives like a statistical model. He finally glanced sideways at Persephone then, not long, just enough to catch the red creeping up her cheeks, and offered a small, crooked smile. Half apology. Half sorry, you're stuck with me.

He then sat back down again, reclaiming the popcorn bowl with a little more care this time, and stared stubbornly at the holo.

On-screen, the cheerleaders hit the chorus again.

Kiran sighed quietly. Mandatory singing, indeed.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

Hanging out in the kitchen, there was a certain level of focus he had. Of course he could hear the two kids running about and the sound of his father talking. Danger and he presumed Rue as well were running late. Well, he presumed that to be the case. It was hard to fathom Danger would miss a Life Day with Phoebe without a heads up first.

Having his twice-baked tubers prepped, Makai cleaned up his area before moving onto the next step : red wine reduction. The half-Galan looked about before realizing he needed to hit up the liquor cabinet. Some wines were kept in the kitchen but he was looking for a certain one for the reduction sauce. Different flavor profile.

Leaving the kitchen, he intercepted his younger brother. Empty lowball glass in hand. Life Day tended to do that to people.

"Getting a refill? Dad and the kids already driving you insane?" Makai chuckled, thinking about Phoebe talking her uncle's ear off. "Did you get a friendship bracelet from Phoebe yet? She's been on a tear for weeks. Its cute but I also have like three different ones she expects me to wear at all times."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DASHIEL FAMILY LIFE DAY EVENT
WEARING: Click here
FEATURING: Kellan Dashiell & Pheobe Dashiell (NPC)
TAGS: Judah Dashiell , Makai Dashiell , Kiran Arlos , Danger Arceneau , Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell

"Getting a refill? Dad and the kids already driving you insane?"

"Did you get a friendship bracelet from Phoebe yet? She's been on a tear for weeks. Its cute but I also have like three different ones she expects me to wear at all times."

"Chit, it's like you were here waiting to serve it up to me. Am I that transparent?" Balun snorted a laugh under a quietened breath as he glanced back over his shoulder through the doorway he had entered from. Turning back to greet his brother with a welcome smile, he slapped Makai's shoulder with an open palm, a relaxed yet Balun way of showing brotherly affection, as his attention then moved to the liquor cabinet. "What can I say, man, a bit too much Life Day spirit here for me. I almost didn't show, but hearing Persie had the backbone to bring a boy with her, I'm sort of glad I came after all. I can only sympathise with her after what happened with me and...-Well, you know," he glanced back to Makai, his brother knowing full well there had only been one girl that Balun had ever brought to meet the family.

"I've so far..." Balun continued, pausing only while perusing the fine selections of Scotch Whiskeys and lavish Bourbons atop the higher shelf of the cabinet, glancing back to Makai for his preference and approval of poison; "-managed to avoid the murderlings for the most part. Kellan has been running me ragged since we got back. The only spare time I do get when not out training or trying to come up with new ways to create a fun day for the kid that doesn't become a bore, I spend either working from home or trying to complete the renovations on the place on Jhaessa Prime".

Balun grinned to himself despite what he had just said, sounding rather stressed. The fact was that the whole of the Dashiell Family spent the majority of their time stressed and tied up in business. Balun's only difference was that he had the Jedi side of his life intertwined in amongst it all, too, but he was managing. Drinking and chain-smoking had also become something of a coping mechanism, despite also enjoying such habits against his body's better judgment.

"How about you though bro?" he soon asked, turning the discussion around on his brother. Balun had been gone a while and wanted to catch up on how things were with Makai, Myra and their happy little side of the family, "What's new on your side of the Dashiell's? Dad been behaving? Hasn't given you too much grief?".

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell

"Yeah, you are."

Makai was amused his brother called the kids 'murderlings'. He and Ellie preferred tiny terrors but it was much along the same vein as murderlings. His brother may not enjoy the chaos as much as he did and it shown all over his face. Makai wasn't concerned about the kids running about the house and being excited - it was the adults he was always nervous about.

The half-Galan listened as he looked through a few of the wines, searching for one he preferred to cook with. Brow furrowed at one of the labels as Bale continued to speak about his recent events. Truth be told he hadn't spoken to the other in some time. Dad had filled him in during their annual fishing trip that Bale was trying to escape the murderous mother of his child. Fair enough.

Scale speckled hand grabbed the bottle he wanted, looking at his brother as he finished.

"Renovations on your own? By your own hand? If so you should get Dad involved, me and him renovated my childhood home on Dac growing up. Taught me a lot."

A coping mechanism to deal with the disappearance of his mother, but the results had taught him quite a deal. Their father was a handy woodworker and to this day the half-Galan could build a quality shelf or bookcase.

"I haven't really seen Dad. Ellie and I have had a jam packed schedule." Makai nodded toward the kitchen, indicating Bale should follow so he could continue to talk. "Recently we took a joint business trip together with Phoebe. A lot of work but also nice to take the kid with us - lots of exciting things coming on that front that are keeping me busy now."

Entering the kitchen, Makai grabbed his corkscrew, still talking.

"Our Life Day charity event was another success. Fourth year in a row, just keeps getting bigger. Really I've got nothing to complain about." He paused, looking over his haggard brother. "Ellie and I are taking another family business trip soon. Do you want us to take Kellan along? Give you a break?"

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Persephone Dashiell Kiran Arlos Balun Dashiell Judah Dashiell

Myra gave a slow blink, then another. Then finally gave a shake of her head lifting one finger up at the droid.

"Okay, thank you for that update." not the sort of information she wanted to learn in front of a group, but alright. "... and... nice to meet you Kiran." the heiress followed up with, still befuddled.

"I apologize for the embarrassment, but that is something this family excels at." she added, moving about to by pass and see if she could find Pheobe. Along her wrist were four different combinations of varying bead bracelets made by the little girl.

"Oh, and yes, don't try anything funny." she told Kiran, just before she left, popping her head back in towards the pair," Mama can make you disappear and no one will ever know."

A wider grin and then she said, "Want something to drink?"

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Blinking, Persephone wasn't sure what to think of the information she just was presented with. The first that his adoptive mother wasn't reading the daily reports provided by Zee. Might explain a few things regarding her recent injury. Second was the fact either herself or Danger could make Kiran disappear. Which one was the question, but Persephone suspected it had a lot to do with the wastes of Tatooine.

Wanting to retort 'funny-funny or ha-ha funny?' Persephone suspected that wouldn't be received well. Best to be quiet on that front. Minimal answers which would provide minimal questioning. She had learned that very quickly in living with Myra and Makai.

"I personally don't need a drink...no. Thank you."

Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Kiran Arlos​

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Persephone Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell
​

Kiran's spine stayed straight as Myra delivered her final warning, but there was a flicker of something amused behind his eyes. When she mentioned making him disappear, the corner of his mouth twitched before he could stop it.

"Honestly?" he said lightly, tone quick and dry. "Probably wouldn't be a big loss to the galaxy."

Then, more politely, because manners mattered, especially here, he added, "I'll be good, I promise. And no thank you on the drinks."

He watched her go, shoulders loosening only after she'd fully disappeared down the hall. The room seemed quieter without her presence, even with the holo still playing and the droids looming like statues with opinions. Kiran turned his head toward Persephone and offered her a small, easy smile, one meant to reassure more than impress.

"The family's intense," he said, grin widening just enough to make it clear he meant it fondly, not critically. He reached for a piece of popcorn, unbothered now, and nudged the bowl back into a comfortable middle ground between them.

Then, softer, but sincere he added, "And congratulations! On the university! That's great news!"

There was no bitterness in it. Just genuine pride, and the quiet understanding that some things were worth celebrating, even if they meant change.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DASHIEL FAMILY LIFE DAY EVENT
WEARING: Click here
FEATURING: Kellan Dashiell & Pheobe Dashiell (NPC)
TAGS: Judah Dashiell , Makai Dashiell , Kiran Arlos , Danger Arceneau , Myra Arceneau Dashiell , Persephone Dashiell

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"I mean, it's slow going, but it's mostly just smaller projects for the estate. The structure itself is built and furnished. I'm working on the outdoor greenhouses, the gardens, a training area and a playground for Kellan. We're also surrounded by forestry, so I've been slowly cutting away at the bush to create some paths that me and the boy can explore, hopefully pass on my love of nature" Balun smiled fondly as he glanced down, imagining the future nature walks he and his son might share. "We're well situated already, I'm just being greedy and wanting it to be perfect", Balun chuckled as he followed his brother into the Kitchen. After all, working so hard as they did, why couldn't they have something nice to show for it all? Especially Kellan.

"Business trip with Pheebs, huh? How'd it go?" He asked with a grin, being able to relate to his own recent venture with Kellan to Mnemosyne, a trip that had been extended far longer than Judah would have cared for. Though it was more the fact that it had been so urgent that Balun had neglected to inform his father. Makai Dashiell had no such extenuating circumstances to account for. No Sith-Baby-Momma, to be precise.

Mentioning a Life Day charity event as Balun poured himself a fresh new glass of whiskey, it came as no surprise to find that little had changed in Makai's heavy schedule. As if giving credence to the fact that all Dashiells, especially the men, lost themselves in their work. Balun could only nod and smile as he lifted a glass in a quiet celebratory gesture to the success of the venture; "I'm glad to hear you and Myra are having so much success bro" he paused for a moment as a thought came to mind and he cocked his head to one side with a cheeky smirk, "Hopefully that takes some of the pressure from Dad off of my back a bit".

Balun allowed himself a moment to laugh at his own joke before taking a swig from his glass and returning it to the kitchen counter, his attention moving across the room back in the direction of the living area where he had come from. "Speaking of the old man though, how has he seemed to you? Really?" he asked Makai, soon glancing back to his brother curiously. As his youngest Son, and perhaps just being Balun himself, Judah Dashiell wasn't always the easiest to read. In fact, if the man wanted to hide his feelings, which he very often did, Bale didn't have a damn show in figuring him out. "You reckon he's been happy and chit?".

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell Kiran Arlos

"Yeah, I can understand wanting a perfect home situation."

Makai viewed his home as a place to unwind. Having it to his specifications was important. Back when he was a bachelor he had an entire 'man cave' basement with sabacc table and a place to take in shock boxing games and sports tournaments. Having the right space meant less going out into the 'verse and it allowed them to live in far flung places - although Makai suspected he would never have a man cave again in his case.

"Phoebe did fine. It was a long trip and its where she developed her obsession for making friendship bracelets. Kept her busy when Ellie and I were busy. The in between was nice, just the three of us. Oh and the droids. We will be taking off again after Life Day with her. Going to have to find a new craft kit to keep her occupied."

Wine uncorked, Makai moved a saucepan near him to begin his red wine reduction sauce. For the next question he probably should have taken a hearty swig of the alcohol currently being poured. Leave it to Balun to ask such things.

"Dad hasn't been happy since I was about five years old. So to answer your question, no he's not."

Heat went on the burner and he slid his saucepan back, adding a stem of herbs. Much like his father, Makai regarded the fact that Balun wasn't good with his feelings. Or at least expressing them.

"Why ask me? You can ask him. He's your father too."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Unware he was the subject of an ongoing discussion between his two sons, Judah was knee deep in putting together toys. Or getting them to work in some form or fashion. With both grandkids drifting towards him for assistance, he was in his element keeping busy and out of the way. With the little hover toy charged, Judah carefully took Kellan off his lap to let him try it out.

"Alright, got to use your hand to control it. Hold it out..."

Judah held the device over Kellan's hand and turned it on, the device immediately hovering. When the boy moved his hand so did the device. At the very least it worked. Once his grandson figured out there was a large amount of giggling and running around the living room. Yet there was no chance to rest. Phoebe immediately appeared in front of him, holding a doll trapped in wire and packaging. A parenting nightmare, the type one had to sit and untwist for ages. The coated ones you couldn't even take a knife to.

"Pop-pop can you free my doll?"

"Of course, come on lets break her loose."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell Kiran Arlos Persephone Dashiell Judah Dashiell

Myra lifted a hand in gentle acknowledgment when Persephone and Kiran declined drinks, offering them an easy smile in return.

Although the mention from Kiran that it wouldn't reallly be a loss if he disappeared made Myra's brow arch. Well it had been a joke. Well, for her.

Maybe not for mama, honestly, if one thought about it. But still.

"Alright," she said warmly. "Just let me know if you need anything. Mama should be here soon. And keep an eye out for Phoebe and any questions she may ask." A beat, then a knowing addendum. "Or the offering of more bead bracelets. She's very committed to her craft."

Her gaze drifted, brows knitting faintly. "Actually… where did Kellan disappear to?"

It didn't take long to find him.

The heiress spotted Judah on the living room floor, deep in the noble work of toy assembly and child wrangling. Her grey eyes softened instantly, a fond smile curving her lips as she approached.

"Well now," Myra teased lightly, nodding to his wrist, "I see Phoebe already provided you with her bracelets."

She crouched briefly to brush a gentle hand over Kellan's head as he zoomed past, then leaned in to wrap Judah in a careful hug.

"Been a while," she said softly. "How are you doing?"

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

"What are you, suicidal all the sudden?"

Persephone referenced the comment that no one would miss him. Even Myra caught it, the teenager could tell by the look across her face. A judgmental look went in Kiran's direction as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. Eyebrow raised in disapproval as she shoved some of the snack in before slowly turning her attention back to the movie.

"If you were the daughter of Danger Arceneau you'd be intense too. " She reached for some more popcorn. "However the family is intense. Comes with the territory. Don't get to maintain a business empire without some type of quirk."

Shoulders shrugged at the mention of the university.

"Its nothing." Nothing despite having to catch up on years of schooling once she had left Taris. "Just something I had to do."

Kiran Arlos​