Worst log ever

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Who: Meetra and OPEN
Where: Pisces Floor 9 Laundromat
Summary: Laundry
Warnings: Mundanity

As much as she was concerned with unraveling the mysteries of this city, today was Saturday, and Meetra had learned that Saturday was the day for doing mundane chores you normally don't think about when working a steady job or saving the galaxy.

Particularly, it was a day for buying yourself more than one set of clothes, like after she first got here, or washing them, like right now. In particular, Meetra was out of her usual robe and wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants that would probably be disconcerting to anyone she knew at home, or anyone who had wardrobe expectations of Jedi. On the other hand, they were comfortable enough to wear under her robe that it's not like anyone would normally notice. So attired, she was meditating on the circular motion of the coin-operated washing machine. And by meditating we mean staring at it.

"Something about this seems inefficient, but I can't put my finger on it..."

Comments

[belfire]

"You don't have to be part of a military to be a solider," Kazuya shrugged, turning his attention back on the spinning drum of the washing machine, "Kids can be soldiers, s'well as old men."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"I'd draw the line at recruiting a kid. Old men, though, that's their prerogative," she said, thinking on that. Really, regardless, it was just that choice to fight that made someone a warrior or a soldier...

[belfire]

"Yeah, but I don't mean recruiting them. They just become soldiers. Let's say the world falls into chaos, everyone's fighting against each other like animals, and on top of that, you have demons flying around killing everyone too - no one's gonna spare you because you're a kid. That just makes you an easier target."

Kazuya leaned back on his hands, stretching his legs out before him. He was grinning. "Soo~ no recruiting happened there. One moment normal kid, BAM, next moment you're a soldier."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"I see."

That kind of destruction, forcing innocents to fight or die...

"The whole reason I started fighting was to prevent things like that," she said, expression dark. "No one should be forced into war, least of all kids."

[belfire]

"Well, shit happens and all that," Kazuya said dismissively. "Though, you know what's funny?" he continued after a pause, abruptly flopping completely onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with his arms spread out wide. "When those kids win the war for everyone. That's so messed up."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Heh. Depending on how we're defining 'kid'..." she admitted. "Almost none of us Jedi who went off to fight the Mandalorians were even 20 standard years old at the start of the war. We were certainly the ones that ended it..."

She decided that using the word 'won' wouldn't be all that accurate. "We chose to, though. That makes a difference in a few ways."

[belfire]

"Yeah. Choice..."

Kazuya suddenly laughed, his eyes closing as he grinned. "This is such a depressing conversation. Let's change the subject. What's your favourite food?"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Fried Endwa," she responded, immediately (outwardly) cheering up. "Although this noodle soup the local culture has is growing on me."

[belfire]

"Fried Endwa? Sounds like some poor soul that drew the short stick in the cannibal tribe," Kazuya said teasingly, cracking an eye open. "What's that like?"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"It's just fried spiced meat on a skewer, really. Found in diners the galaxy over, with varying levels of greasiness to it. It's basically the unhealthiest thing in existence that won't actually poison you."

[belfire]

Galaxies, huh?

"So, what, it's basically Space Kebab?" Kazuya laughed, propping himself up on his elbow. "Even aliens eat junk food, fancy that - argh, I have a craving for some greasy food now."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Sorry about that. Maybe if we had someone to guard our laundry we could go get some," she suggested.

[belfire]

"Like I said earlier, they should have a bar installed in here!" Kazuya groaned, hanging his head in exaggerated despair. "Gah, guess my stomach'll have to wait..."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

For a guy who dressed and felt like a harbinger of chaos, this guy certainly was a teenager.

"If you can wait a bit, I'll buy you some food in exchange for showing me where I can get one of these 'kebab' things."

[belfire]

That was the magical phrase. Kazuya sat up straight and grinned at the other happily. "Really? That's a fair trade in my books! Deal!"