Log:Newsflash: Water is wet

Newsflash: Water is wet

OOC Date: May the 10th 2020
Location: Rishi
Participants: David Ironside, Sion, Myla Daivik, Mandl, Kaiden Deitrich Barad and Nubri

It is a nice, sunny day on a beach because..... does Rishi ever get bad weather? No, of course not. Which is why a certain, grumpy green person is lying on a purple blanket, sipping a drink from a big, nearby cooler, darkened specs on her face, in the shade of an umbrella. Suuure, there is a lesson to run in swimming, but is everyone there yet anyways? Nah, let's just relax a bit while waiting for people. Although.... what is she wearing.... that.... doesn't seem too far removed from a wetsuit.... is everyone certain she isn't running a diving class? Especially given she has a belt around her waist, containing a blaster and a knife.... and, of course, an omni-present medpac appears to be on her hips. Seems she always feels on the beat. But, she wrote swimming lesson, so she likely likes going swimming dressed oddly... "You know.... it feels so much nicer to be on a beach after yesterday...." she begins, speaking to noone, it appears "Why didn't Seev build a casino on here?"

Mandl has meandered out waist-high, performing basic water aerobics. Warm-up is key! And a-one! And a-two! In no danger of drowning... yet... they merely stretch and test buoyancy and await learned instruction.

Kaiden Deitrich comes along the path from the cove, talking to Zhin, though his words aren't really in earshot of anyone else. He's looking down his clothes, some words about his attire being commented about...which is so FAR removed from proper swimming attire as he could've come. It's like he forgot they were swimming! Or anything else! He's dressed in a light spacer's jacket, casual pants and shirt, and shoes. Yeah. Maybe if he removed the shoes, he could stick his feet in the water, but he's not dressed for any 'proper' swimming.

It's against her better judgement... but Sion did give her word. So here she is on Rishi, wearing a dark red one-piece, sandals, and polarized aviator shades (what else?), and feeling very out of place, even with a recently-purchased beach bag. Where she comes from, sand tends to come alone, not with so much water that it makes the sandy places look undersized. Sand and green, growing things usually aren't neighbors there, either. So she's strolling down to the beach, trying not to worry about all that water. And spotting Nubri in her wetsuit. Seriously, a wetsuit. Awkward... Next time she promises Nubri she'll do something, there /will/ be conditions. Like no wetsuits for swimming class!

Myla is laying on a beach towel not far from Nubri's umbrella, but definitely not under it. She's wearing a bathing suit that is only a single piece, but really stretches the meaning of 'one-piece bathing suit'. A halter top with a neckline that plunges all the way down to just above her navel, and a panel that covers the rest of her front, and her rear, but with several strips cut out along the sides.

David walks onto the beach, fully prepared after last time with a towel the size of a Corellia King bed to lay on. It's rolled up on a cooler he brought, slung around his shoulder to his other hip. "How's it going, I brought drinks." he offers as a greeting. His black swim trunks have pockets, and his thumbs are hooked into them as he approaches, unrolling his beach blanket next to Myla's. "What's new, roomie?" he asks with a grin, setting the cooler down between their spots.

Barad regards the beach with a ready sense of comfort and familiarity. It's made of sand, after all, and Barad's from a desert planet. Or, at least, a planet famous for its deserts. !!The Font of the Ancients!!, and all of the other spectacular natural rock formations of the Derelkoos desert! ... Well ... Okay, fine, Klatooine's -known- for that. 'Famous' and 'Klatooine' perhaps not -really- belonging in the same sentence together that often. Still, one thing Klatooine is -not- famous for, is: Water. So, almost no one there really knows how to swim! Barad regards the waves with a slightly ingrained sense of worry. That sure is a -lot- of Water ...

Nubri blinks, jumping onto her legs, flashing a thumbs-up at Si as she sees her "Right..... welcome to the swimming lesson, class." she begins "Important question.... who here knows how to swim?" she asks, her eyes widening as she sees Myla, blinking as she notices Kai, not saying anything. Nor about Barad.

Mandl *shakes head.* "Mandl is here to learn!"

"Oh hey, I thought I was early," Kaiden mused as he stopped on the sand a second, peering towards Nubri there looking like she was dying from the heat, as usual...the bith in the water, and then the others as he points to Nubri. "Remember her from the spacestation when we went ship exploring? That's our swimming teacher for the day," he says to Zhin.

Joining the 'class', Sion sets her bag down, waving casually to Myla, Mandl, and the rest. "Swim? I can float, kinda," she replies, slipping off her shades and wincing faintly at the glare off the water. "I wouldn't call that swimming..."

Myla raises up on to her elbows and then lifts one hand to shield her eyes. She looks at David as he lays his stuff out next to her spot and shrugs. "Same ol', same ol'," she says with a shrug and a grin. Sion gets a wave and then her attention is on their instructor. "Um, yeah, I'm with Si. I don't...drown, but I'm not really a swimmer."

David shrugs, unzipping the cooler and pulling out a bottle before twisting the cap off. "I'm fine, honestly. Grew up around water." He glances around with a grin and notes, "I just came for moral support and to be eye candy." he decides, holding the bottle up for anyone else to take. "My advice would be, less is more. Floating is like half of it."

Barad wonders if this is one of those trick questions humans are fond of posing at times? Why would someone sign up for lessons about a thing that they already know how to do fairly well? Barad makes -very- sure *not* to raise either paw when "All Known Swimmers" are called - for, and Barad shrugs and shakes his head sadly if anyone looks at him questioningly about the topic. Nope, not a swimmer. But! Hopefully a Learner, eh? Or, -worst case-, he -does- know CPR, and so Barad can conceivably keep the -other- non-swimmers from dying and stuff. -Provided-, of course, someone -else- can bring them ashore? Barad's big 'ole floopy ears are set a'flutter by the Ocean Breezes. Barad gazes out to Sea. My, but that Water goes on, and on ... and on ... and on ... *Gulp*

Nubri rolls her eyes, blushing as she nods "Follow me into the water?" she offers "No alcohol. Yet. Party can come later." she explains, biting her lip, putting her specs away, bliking a bit "No swimming for you, Dave." she walks until the water is waist-deep and kicks herself off, to float, stomach down, turning around "Right. So, you need to kick your legs and twirl your arms in circles, that is one way..." she begins "Also, Si, Life day come early?" she teases "Myra..." she blinks "Uhm... nice suit!" she smiles "And.... Mandl! Don't worry, everyone apart from Dave is here to learn."

Mandl arches an arm, poetically, turning dynamically into the water *aaand they're struggling.* "Oh. Ohhh. This is not ideal!"

"Oh-kaaaaay..." Sion murmurs, having a bad feeling about trying to float on her stomach, let along kick her legs and twirl her arms. How do you twirl your arms, anyway? "I'm not /green/, Nu," she points out, sticking her tongue out at the Mirialan. And she wades out warily, taking small steps, 'til she's waist-deep. So far, so good. She tries to lean forward and kick off... And everything goes wrong from there. She gets immersed for several seconds, and there's a lot of flailing as she tries to get her feet under her again. She finally does, and stands, gasping, brushing her sodden hair out of her face and eyes. "Okay, this is supposed to be fun, right? What's fun about drowning?"

It's time for the lesson. That's totally why Myla came here, and not just to sunbathe. If she'd come to sunbathe, she'd be wearing less, natch. She wades out into the water, not quite as far as Nubri, and watches as the Mirialan demonstrates a basic front crawl. She blinks, and tries to do the same, and immediately starts sputtering and flailing, her arms and legs just breaking the surface of the water. She inhales a bunch of water, then and starts to cough.

David watches from the beachside as everyone steps into the water and just.. immediately starts drowning. Wow. Twisting his bottle into the sand to keep it upright, the Naboo-born rises to his feet and rushes to the surf in cheesy slow-motion, but sped up so it looks like he's just normally running. Don't look into it. He reaches Mandl first, shaking his head and pulling the Bith upright, head above the water. "Stay like this, feet in the sand." he instructs, offering the same service to Sion, then Myla. "Right, maybe waist-deep isn't so good?" he suggests. "Maybe.. find the depth at which you can stretch your arms down entirely and dig your fingers into the sand." he notes, tall as he is wading back to a depth that just barely gets the waves to lap at his shorts. "And just start with.. the leg motions." he glances at Nubri. "Didn't mean to interrupt your lesson, it's boot camp kicking in. Carry on."

Barad sloshes out into the surf line until approximately half of Barad is underneath the oceanwater. Hm. Barad works to gauge this properly, but is consistently foiled by this __darn__ ___sneaky__ water, which keeps on going up and down in plooshing, frothy, swirling "waves." Because: The Moon, or something - something? "Tidal forces," yadda yadda? Barad read about it once. On one of those loooooong long long - haul flights, through Hyperspace, out to the Rim. Unfortunately, those make him **sleepy**. So Barad is not one hundred percent sure that he's remembering the proper physics of these "waves" and "tides" ... and all that. Barad -does-, however, shift over to his right by a wavecrest or two, just in case he has to fish Mandl out of danger soon. As long as Barad stays --thiiisssss-- close to shore, he's reasonably sure he can keep his head above the "drowning threshold." Mostly. And if he just hoists Mandl up and out of all this **DEATH-FLUID**, well, then, Mandl should be safe as well? Barad regards this _sneaky_ water with a "Don't you dare." glance. Argh! He worries. Barad looks worried.

Nubri blinks, swimming over to the Soccorran and the Correlian, patting both on their back "It is fun..." she argues, looking as Mandl catches himself "Everyone.... we are going to shallower watters. I went to far." she explains with a sigh "Sorry about all this. I overjudged. Again." she nods at Dave "I mean, I learned swimming at a pool... but I can't remember any nearby." she explains "Do as Dave instructed." she says, looking around, rubbing her neck "I suppose I am not as good of a teacher as I thought. Yes. Dig your hands in, do the leg motions, yu can always kick up if you start going down."

Mandl does crawl, humbled, into shallower waters. For someone who shares most of their features with an octopus, this has been a real eye-opener. "Land. Precious dry land."

After a few long moments talking to Zhin, the blue-skinned woman disappears from the beach...though if anyone catches any snatches of their conversation, it's to head back to get some things to make relaxing on the beach more comfortable, like beach towels and stuff. He stops a moment as he eyes everyone flailing about, then rolls up the sleeves on his shirt and pants, takes off his shoes...and then pretty much runs into the ocean waves causing a huge splashing. He's not really swimming, even if he is waving his arms about, but he's also not drowning.

Sion isn't going to say no to someone who can help her get upright faster, so Dave's offered hand is taken, and she gets to her feet a bit faster on account of it. "So, shallower water... okay," she murmurs, with a concerned look at Mandl and Myla, and edges farther away from Kaiden and all his splashing and flailing. Drowning from one direction is bad enough!

Myla practically clings to David when he hauls her up. All she had to do was put her feet down in the sand. It was _right there_. And yet it took him coming along and grabbing hold of her to bring her around to doing so. She bumps his hip with hers. Well, the side of his thigh, he's tall. "Thanks," she murmurs, and then turns back to head to shallower water. Not drowning is good.

David smiles and takes everyone's thanks with grace, bumping his hip into Myla's in return to her hip-bump. He crouched some, though. Because of the height difference. Assuming everyone's taking his advice, he walks behind them and nods. "Okay, now just, spread your legs out, and close them again. You'll feel the thrust. That's swimming, half of it is leg work." he notes clearly, walking to waist-depth for a moment. He's only made of flesh and blood after all. And he's no professional.

Barad pauses and regards the _sneaky_ _water_ once again. Barad watches how Nu swims. Hm. Barad turns back to look at the water. Barad watches the other learners. Barad thinks about all these things. Nothing seems to happen, though. So, Barad thinks harder! Ah, now, here's something. People seem to have the most trouble once their face is under the water. Barad sits down, in the shallows, and leeeeeeaaaaaannnns way over to get his own face wet. "*PLTAHTHATHHHUUURRMMMBBBLLEBLUBBBB*" Barad explains, to the Ocean, with gusto. Barad picks his face back up. Yeah, water in one's ears is -distracting-! And in the -eyes-! And up your -nose-! Ew! No wonder folks can't concentrate. Grrr. Barad regards the Ocean with a burgeoning animosity. **Rrrrrrrr*. Gathering himself back up, Barad tries the "Dunking Experiment," once again, in the very shallow shallowest shallows. Hm. Not -quite- so bad, this time, as last? Bard lifts his dripping muzzle out of the ocean, and *shake shake shake*'s his fur to clear the wet and gloop and seaweed out from in and around his shaggy angular head. A third attempt is then. . . . attempted! Barad doesn't seem to mind he's lagged behind the rest of the "Class." Being stupid is better than drowning!

Nubri sighs, blushing a bit, looking away, seeming embarassed as she pushes her hair back, just standing in the water for now, moving behind Si and grabbing her legs "Right.... I explained wrong." she shows Si the motions of moving them like a frog, moving to do the same with Myla and Mandl, correcting them, not having noticed Kaiden and paying Barad no mind "Half of it is leg work. In fact, I would argue the more important part. Sorry about going way too far." she sighs "Dave! Know any good pools nearby?"

Mandl moves "frog-like," more in-tune with Nubri's instruction (while perhaps only knowing that their former attempt was 'not-swimming?') "Slow, gentle. Measured and balanced." Mandl does their best mudskipper impression in the shallows, experimental.

It is perhaps a bit of goofing off on Kaiden's part. His attempt to 'swim' anywhere is defeated by the strong force of the water. Also because he's not moving his arms and legs at the same time, but looking more flailing like. Maybe he should've just stayed to walking? He hasn't gone out far at least, because Nubri called for everyone to remain in shallow water, so no drowning. He has managed to look like a doofus though as he falls back against the current and has to quickly scramble back for error.

Okay... shallower should be easier, right? "Here goes nothing..." Sion murmurs, laying herself down in the water and digging her hands into the bottom. She tries to kick like Nubri and Dave explained. And starts to sink immediately! Okay, no big deal. Just push up with... GREAT MAKER, WHAT JUST GRABBED HER LEGS?!! There's an incoherent yell from underwater, complete with a lot of bubbles, and the Socorran flails, trying to knock those hands off of her ankles! She doesn't accomplish much aside from putting herself on the bottom and turning on her side in a kicking heap. This isn't working!

It's not even two feet of water. This should be easy. Myla's got this. She sets her hands in the sand and tries to make that frog-kicking motion Nubri demonstrated. But all she end up doing is tipping her face forward into the water. Her elbows buckle and then somebody has ahold of her feet. But she's still got her face in the water, and some reflexes are so strong they...kick...in before she can do anything about it. David gets a foot to the chin as he tries to help her. That'll teach him!

David rushes back to the group at the first sound of struggle with the shallows, touching Myla on the shoulder to let her know it's him. He lowers himself into the water, grabbing at Myla's ankles and only partially succeeding. He gets a face full of foot for his troubles, toppling back mainly due to the unexpected nature of it. Sitting on the ocean floor, he rubs his chin and tries reaching for Myla again. "Stop thrashing, you maniac!" he calls playfully.

Barad thinks. Well, this feels doomish. Barad trundles off to his ship and returns with the "Incom Company Patented Lifesaving Seat Flotation Cushion (TM)" in tow. This idea . . . will probably fail. But then, at least he can get a rebate from the manufacturing firm. In addition to breathing loads of aglae. Win! Erm, well, . . . perhaps . . . "Half a Win?" -ish? Barad tries it. At least it should keep his face out of the *BITTER SALT OF THE FROTHING DEATHFUILD*. Right? Riiiigggghtttt??

Nubri ows, stumbling as she gets a face full of Si's foot. And... she starts nosebleeding from the kick "RIght... Class... Class is over." she orders, clutching her nose "This was enough excitement for the day. Someone have a tissue?" she wonders, tilting her nose, tapping Si on her shoulder and helping her pull up, grabbing her in a one-armed hug. At least her nose doesn't seem broken

Mandl crawls somewhat lamely to the shore, calling Ellar over with a parasol and a towel. Mandl's R5 obliges their gasping master while Dr. B'rot recovers from this... just... breathtaking trauma. "Note to self," they murmur into their wrist-com. "... further swimming to be done only in the belly of the Simiyar-class freighter. With the heat on and a cold martini."

Sion calms down considerably once whatever grabbed her vacates her ankles. She realizes where she is and what she needs to do, and rolls into a kneeling position, slowly coming to her feet with Nubri's help. Thank the Maker, that's /air/ she's pulling into her lungs! She shoves her hair back out of her face again, wiping her eyes with the backs of the hand that's not wrapped around Nubri in a half-hug. "Great Maker... I think I swallowed enough of this stuff to lower the water level an inch," she mutters, looking around. Nubri's nose is bleeding. "Oh... oh, dear. The medpac should have sanitary wipes and gauze," she says hastily, reaching for the little box on Nubri's belt.

Myla is not nearly so graceful. Responding to David's command like anyone who has her problems with authority, she continues to flail. Thankfully, she misses him. But as her face remains down in the water--she lurched too far forward to just lift it up--she starts to thrash her hips more, trying to turn until finally she is on her back and can sit up in the water that--only comes up to her chest--a huge stream of water falling back off behind her as she emerges with a splash. The Corellian spits out what seems like a lungful of water and then starts coughing.

David moves to Myla's back, now that she's sitting up, and kneels behind her. "You doing alright?" he asks. "A big part of swimming rather than.. you know, kicking people in the face.." he gives her a look with one eyebrow raised, "is to hold your breath. Don't panic, you won't drown in anything you can feel the bottom of." he assures her. "Anyone feel like treading some water out in the deep with me? I'll be right there to hold you above the water, should you need it." he offers, swimming backwards, peddling his feet gently until he gets out of the splash zone.

Nubri sighs, pulling Si towards her blanket and plopping down with her "Don't be ridiculous, Convaldra." she teases, turning her head towards Mandl with a blink "Doctor, later.... remind me to give you the Kalliskivium." she stops, almost ready to jump up, until she sees Dave to his thing, letting Si treat her nose, until she notices Kaidan "Dietrich? Just *what* are you wearing?" she blushes, looking at Myla, turning to whisper something to Si

Mandl nods, draining their sinuses methodically. "Yes, minerals. Actual minerals, in which Mandl can injure themselves far... less... somehow." "I'm wearing clothes!" Kaiden throws his hands up in the air, pretty much geting splashed by the others coming out of the water. He heads after them, flopping on the beach. "I couldn't find a swimsuit," he offers as a rather lame excuse.

Sion joins Nubri on the blanket gladly. Finding the medpac, she works efficiently, glad to be doing something that doesn't require swallowing awful-tasting water. She has Nu's face cleaned and her nose gauze-stuffed within two minutes. "I think I'll pass. I've had enough of water for one week, unless it's coming out of a hydroshower."

Myla looks up at David and just stares at him. She's got mud all over her and water sheeting off her. She takes a deep breath once she stops coughing and then exhales sharply through her nose. "Easy enough for _you_ to say, Naboo," she says. She rises up out of the water and rolls her eyes. "I'm going to go back to the beach." Then she turns and tromps off to find her towel.

David chuckles lightly, making his way back to the beach where be promptly chugs down his almost-forgotten bottle. "Want a beer, then?" he offers in general. "Cooler's all yours." he notes, lying back on his elbows.

Barad confronts the splorrphing waves. Barad clutches the "Incom Company Patented Lifesaving Seat Flotation Cushion Device (TM) tightly to his chest, just below the neckline. He does the kicking kicking thing that David had been demonstrating. Since he's standing, well, this mainly makes sand - vorticies. Barad eyes the water speculatively. Barad marches forward, slowly, deeper and deeper into the waters. Barad clutches the safety cushion. Eventually, a surging wave lifts Barad's feet up off of the seabed. Woohoo! He's swimming! Oh, no, he isn't! The wave passes, then, and Barad falls forward. *PLOOOOOSSH* Right onto his face. Right into the oncoming wave. Barad clutches the cushion for dear life, holding his breath until the next wave passes. And then he high-tails it back to the beach, running as though he's pursued by Demons. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Barad explains, sneezing the sandy and water out of his cold, flat, wet nose. Barad runs up to where the Ocean cannot -possibly- get him, and plops down in a heap, defeated. Barad's big 'ole floopy ears flop down to cover his soft brown eyes.

Nubri shrugs "Not till my nose is treated." she explains, sighing "Also, Kaidan.... I have a wetsuit..." she offers "And Myra, swimming is easy... but, next time, lessons happen at a pool. Where me and Davik aren't the only lifeguards." she pulls a Soda from the cooler, offering one to Si "Need to fly home and plan to do some driving. Want a beer? I think I packed a fruity one." she blinks, leaning to whisper to Si again

Mandl rises to *waddle* over to Barad. "Are you breathing still? Is assistance necessary?"

"You don't think we can drown as easily at the pool?" Kaiden got up to grab a beer from David's cooler, before he had flopped back down on the sand. Somehow the sand was sticking to him better than a wetsuit. "Will it fit me? I should probably got a proper one. I plan to spend some time here with my wife. She loved it at first sight."

"Maybe it'd be easier at a pool," Sion admits, frowning at the thought. She accepts the soda willingly. "No thanks. I do have to fly home, unfortunately." Because after that, she could really use a drink. She winces, seeing Barad run away. "I think he likes water even less than I do, now."

Myla accepts a beer. "I'll have Mimi fly the ship back to Chandrila," she says, looking over toward Sion. "She's a perfectly capable pilot, for that sort of thing." The Corellian lifts her beer up in salute, and then takes a drink, watching as Barad flees the water.

David smirks at Myla. "Yeah, they're pretty decent little droids." he agrees, raising his bottle to Myla and Kaiden. "I'm not sure a pool would work better." he notes to Nubri and Sion. "Besides, am I not the best life guard you've ever had?" There's been one. One lifeguard. Just humor him. "And I'm happy to do it, you know, if there's going to be less flailing and kicking in my face." Another sidelong look at Myla.

Barad is bent over nearly to all - fours. Well, "All Threes," if you want to get technical. As Barad still maintains his deathgrip on the "Incom Company Patented Flotation Seat Cushion Life-Saving Device (TM)" with his meaty right paw. Various sea -watery sloshy bits are leaking from his face. Barad sneezes out more water from his nose -- i.e. erstwhile "Snorkel." Barad barely makes out the Bith coming over, through eyes made foggy and blurry with saltwater. "Assist.....*SSHHHHCHESHEW* .... Assistance? Yes! Could you please do the proper calculation, to determine, precisely how many megatons it would take to vaporize our nemesis?" Barad fires off a blearily baleful stare of sorts, vaguely in the Ocean's direction. "We must Nuke It From Orbit. Its' the only way ... to be sure!" Barad grimaces, only mostly joking. Mostly.

Nubri shrugs "It will be harder to drown." she muses with a smile, lying on her back "And Si... I can fly us there. Grab a drink. I think you have a day off tomorrow anyways so we can grab the Helix in the morning." she shrugs "Or.... Jake can." she grins "And I am the best swimming instructor." she claims "Also, Dave, wanna trade Rescuees next time?" she asks, pointing at her nose

Mandl *pats* Barad's back, firmly. "Agreed, agreed. Dihydrogen monoxide must be exterminated."

"Fair, harder to drown. Also no sharks." Kaiden stretches, before he gets up, still holding the beer from David's stash. "Going to see where Zhin has disappeared off to," he remarks as he trudges over the sand, picking up his shoes on the way. Boy, coming out here in wet clothes was a bad idea. Maybe it's time to get a chance that's more beach friendly.

"My ship's parked at the spaceport near here," Sion explains. But she dutifully reaches for a bottled drink anyway. "But I guess Jade can do the flying for once."

Myla grins and lifts her beverage up to toast Sion's choice. "That's the spirit, Si!" Then she takes another sip. "I've been letting Mimi do more of the flying while I study things during those long hyperspace jumps. It's not like we're flying through combat zones or anything."

David beams at the conversation around. "Yeah, we should all let our droids start to pull their weight." he agrees. "And, well, the only swimming pool I know of is crawling with stormtroopers at the moment, so.." he shrugs. "Maybe Kaadara next? I feel like the aquatic horrors there only keep to the rivers, lakes and deep core waters." he reassures the crowd. "I'm just gonna.. be right back." he suddenly decides, going off to pick up dried woods and such firebuilding supplies.

Barad coughs up seawater in staccato syncopated bursts, well - timed by Mandl's back - pats. rghggggph. Plooouuuooophfflllph. *Pant pant pant* *Sigh.* "Hey, wasn't there a desert planet, with giant subterranean nematodes on it? That sequestered all the water deeeeep within the planet's crust?" Barad blearily reminisces. "We could get some. Transplant them here. What could go wrong? Sounds like a plan!" Barad eventually looks up, quite soddenly, from the small patch of sand in front of his nose. Well. At least the Ocean -looks- pretty. As deadly as it is up - close! Barad worries for the droids. If salt - water is -this- bad for organics, what will it do to their poor little circuits! Barad chances a glance over to where the group's droids are all huddled. ooc :shall schedule the campfire soon!