Akrona quietly walked through the halls of the ship with a smile and light spring in her step. She made her way to the galley and found Vette rummaging through the compartments.
Taking a few more steps toward Vette, Akrona tapped her on the shoulder. “What—”
“GAH!” Vette nearly jumped out of her skin, her lekku curled, and the bags she retrieved from the cabinets flew out of her hand. Spinning around as the bags fells around and behind her, Vette’s lekku unfurled themselves as she tried to collect her breathing. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“I’m sorry,” Akrona giggled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You Sith and your quiet, sneaky ways…” Vette muttered under her breath, recollecting the bags, setting them aside, and went over to the conservator.
Akrona made her way to the water heater, starting it up before looking for the tins of loose tea leaves and two cups. “What are you doing so late anyway?”
“Huh?” Vette looked over the conservator door she had opened. “Oh!” She closed the door and bounced up to Akrona’s side. “Slumber party!”
“…my first guest tonight was going to be director Mace Windu, to talk about this summer’s blockbuster hit, This Party’s Over, but unfortunately–”
The crowd’s enthusiastic applause gives way to a collective groan of disappointment. Backstage, waiting impatiently behind the thick velvet curtains separating real life from performance, Tahl can’t see Qui-Gon’s face, but she can picture perfectly the tiny creases that always form around his cornflower blue eyes when he tries to convince someone (usually her) that the bad news isn’t as bad as, in fact, it is.
“—Mace’s plane got grounded by a sandstorm at a filming location he specifically asked me not to mention by name—”
From the raucous laughter that erupts after the small pause following this statement, Tahl guesses that Qui-Gon has mouthed the name of the aforementioned secret location to the audience. She makes a mental note to start preparing his eulogy on the ride back to her hotel; he is a dead man. Tahl knows Mace Windu by reputation only, and what she knows is this: he is the most gifted big-budget director in Hollywood, and he has absolutely no sense of humor at all.
“…but fortunately for all of us, we have a special treat tonight: one of my oldest friends, a Tony-Nominated actress, just off a three-year run on Broadway, and the most talented person I know: Tahl Uvain!”
Victor and Yuuri are the kind of couple who’d plan to propose to each other on the exact same day and Yuuri pulls Victor to the side with a “Victor, there’s something I wanna ask you–” as he’s taking out the little velvet box and Victor just goes “oh no”. And Yuuri gets all insecure because does he not want to, is this rejection, is it too soon? And he gets all small and toys with the box in his hands, stumbling over his words to make it better because imsorryitsokaywedonthavetoifyourenotcomfortable but Victor stops him, grabbing him by the shoulders like “no, no, I mean—"and he takes out a ring from his coat pocket "I was going to slip this into your drink tonight at dinner” and then they both start crying and they’re touching foreheads as they put the rings on each other and I’m dying in the back because I love them