Scout is an athletic girl a good six feet tall. She appears to be some kind of dragon-faun, with hooflike feet, small horns, and a very long spade-tipped tail. In this unfamiliar place her braid is undone and her outfit doesn't suggest that she is a Jedi. You never know.
IA A basket of mushrooms has been animated and grown tiny black eyes and little legs, so that they look almost like crabs. They have proceeded to scuttle literally everywhere, leaving tiny ink-colored footprints even on the walls and ceilings. They need to be wrangled and the spore-laced footprints cleaned up.
Scout's sat down next to a monstrous cabinet so she can fish under it with her tail, pulling it back grasping a mushroom, or a key, or a fancy dropped marble. It's been a while since anyone cleaned under this wooden siege wall and her tail is coated in dust and spiderwebs. She was multitasking and cleaning up some footprints, but her attention's been caught by the big chalkboard at the head of the room and the formulas scrawled across it, frowning as she tries to piece it together.
IIb It feels really bad to be doing anything active and potentially dangerous with her senses dulled and without a lightsaber. Here she is with a spear and her hand-to-hand skills anyway, patrolling and staring out stoically as the hours crawl by.
Well, she was stoic. That's a huge yawn which she barely covers, and Scout groans. "I'm gonna fall asleep! Do you know any, I don't know, songs or something?"
IIIb One of Scout's talents is dance and she's looking down the dance floor with a calculating expression. What's acceptable here? Couples stuff is always its own thing. She glances around, too - do any of you know these dances?
Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy (Scout) | Star Wars (LC CRAU) | Probably Soldier, Expert, or Scholar
IA A basket of mushrooms has been animated and grown tiny black eyes and little legs, so that they look almost like crabs. They have proceeded to scuttle literally everywhere, leaving tiny ink-colored footprints even on the walls and ceilings. They need to be wrangled and the spore-laced footprints cleaned up.
Scout's sat down next to a monstrous cabinet so she can fish under it with her tail, pulling it back grasping a mushroom, or a key, or a fancy dropped marble. It's been a while since anyone cleaned under this wooden siege wall and her tail is coated in dust and spiderwebs. She was multitasking and cleaning up some footprints, but her attention's been caught by the big chalkboard at the head of the room and the formulas scrawled across it, frowning as she tries to piece it together.
IIb It feels really bad to be doing anything active and potentially dangerous with her senses dulled and without a lightsaber. Here she is with a spear and her hand-to-hand skills anyway, patrolling and staring out stoically as the hours crawl by.
Well, she was stoic. That's a huge yawn which she barely covers, and Scout groans. "I'm gonna fall asleep! Do you know any, I don't know, songs or something?"
IIIb One of Scout's talents is dance and she's looking down the dance floor with a calculating expression. What's acceptable here? Couples stuff is always its own thing. She glances around, too - do any of you know these dances?