[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Bedchambers

[fighting_mad]

Plourr is in bed. That's where she is all the damn time now, besides regular trips to the 'fresher and the occasional excursion to the living room sofa. She is, as one might imagine, not well pleased.

But she feels uncomfortable; 'enormous' and 'ungainly' are two other words that immediately spring to mind, along with 'like shit.' It's reached the point where she feels better (for a given value of 'better') keeping her feet up than she does moving around, so in all honesty, she wouldn't exactly be running any marathons even if she hadn't been ordered to bed by the little old royal doctor.

That doesn't mean that she is any less cranky about the entire situation, though.

There is a stack of datacards and a reader in the bed beside her, along with a small holoprojector and another stack, this one of holos. A small stuffed bantha also sits on the Plourr-free side of the bed, a blue tie pinned to just above its mouth, the tie looking suspiciously like a set of droopy blue mustachios.

The bedroom is large and spacious, styled in golds and creams and yellows with a high ceiling, and manages to appear rich even with the simple decor, much like the rest of the apartment. There isn't much in the room; neither Plourr nor Rial are ones for clutter, besides the items in the bed. Two wardrobes, two closets, a dresser with a mirror over it, a (closed) door to the 'fresher, and the enormous four-poster bed, the bedcurtains tied back. There are a few holos scattered here and there--a group of Rogue Squadron pilots (including a bald Plourr) in orange flightsuits caught mid-laugh, one or two shots of Plourr and Rial together (and not a one of them is a proper, posed still-holo)--but few knicknacks. A painting, carried out by a hand skilled in oils, of the palace in summer.

The balcony doors are open. It is a beautiful day outside, the warm, thick air curling in through the doorway, the white roofs of the capital city laid out below the palace walls and the blue-green sea--dotted with repulsorcraft--stretching as far as the eye can see beyond.

Plourr sits in the bed, propped up by exhorbitant amounts of pillows, reading from the datapad resting on her stomach. She looks good. Very pregnant and almost as bored, but healthy, red hair loose about her face and her attention on her reading. She spends a lot of time reading. And informing the baby that if she doesn't quit rolling around and kicking her and causing her pain, things are going to go Very Badly for her.

Chances are excellent that the baby recognizes this for the empty threat that it is, because it has yet to dissuade her from driving Plourr out of her mind.

If you aren't Plourr's (admittedly well-meaning) mother- or father-in-law, chances are excellent that she is going to be thrilled to see you.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah Jane looks hesitant as she says goodbye to the pretty blonde servant girl bid her farewell. She had met Malia at the gate after contacting Rial about a visit, wanting to thank the couple again for everything. About a week and a half into their honeymoon and both James and Sarah had been enjoying it immensely.

She smiles awkwardly as she walks over towards the bed. The announcement of a visitor had seemed odd itself. This room, however? Sarah could only imagine living in such wealth.

"Hello, Plourr."

[fighting_mad]

The room may be wealthy, but it's understated, as well, and lived-in. Apart from the tray containing the remains of lunch and the myriad objects scattered throughout the bed, there are also clothing, datacards, and a blanket or two in a pile on the floor, where they've clearly been dumped. Malia hasn't been through to clean yet today.

As this thread is millitimed to after all others lalala, Plourr isn't exactly surprised to see a familiar face standing in that door.

Also, it helps to have had advance warning from Rial that Bond and Sarah Jane were on-planet, after the initial wave of visitors had come and gone. 'She seemed very happy about it,' he'd said, looking pleased with himself.

All Plourr had had to say was, 'I hope you told 'em not to try to drive a landspeeder.'

Plourr glances up from the datapad, and otherwise -- does nothing. She's gotten used to visitors coming in and out, and has quit doing even the little bit of clean-up that she did when they first started coming in.

But she does brighten up, if tiredly. The prospect of someone new to talk to is a welcome one. "Hey," she says, shutting off the datapad. "I hear you're enjoying my planet."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah nods, beaming as she walks over towards the bed. There is, conveniently, a chair next to it that she takes a seat on. Sarah Jane hopes Plourr won't mind. Given what she knows of the woman in Milliways, she doubts it.

Except for a minor breakdown on her part, the honeymoon so far has been absolutely wonderful. The relaxation and lack of responsibility has done both her and James good. Her cheeks are full of colour and eyes full of joy. It's not just the pregnancy making her glow now.

"It's absolutely beautiful here. Certainly one of the nicer planets that I've ever been to."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr might mock -- but Sarah Jane is complimenting her world, and that is an easy way to her heart. She smiles proudly, setting her datapad aside and sitting up straighter. "Good. I happen to think so, too."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"James hasn't stopped smiling," she says with a laugh. "I'm certain that if we weren't so both tied to our careers back home, you'd get two new citizens out of this trip."

But they are. And despite all her confidence, Sarah Jane is still afraid of mucking up another timeline. Seeing that look of disappointment on the Doctor's face once is enough for any lifetime.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr raises her eyebrows at her. "No culture clash? I'm impressed."

Particularly after seeing Earth and how backward it is.

[river_meimei]

Rial may or may not be looking bemused by River; if not, though, it's probably a testament to his diplomatic discretion. But he does show her in, guiding the way from Milliways to the royal bedchamber.

River forbears to walk in immediately, preferring to lean around the doorframe to peer at Plourr. One hand rests lightly on the wall, balancing her or simply feeling the texture of it.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr hears the familiar footsteps approach the door -- and then fade away again, and, with a frown, she looks up.

"--Well now," she says, mouth quirking upward. "If it isn't my favorite slightly-lesser duchess."

[river_meimei]

"I'm waiting upon the court."

Very solemnly.

[fighting_mad]

"Nah, that's the maids' job," Plourr says easily. "And Rial's."

Some people crook their fingers; Plourr uses her whole left hand, as she switches off her datapad with her right. She sets the 'pad to one side, looking thoroughly pleased with the interruption. "Get in here already. I want to see that smiling face of yours."

[river_meimei]

"We'll get him an apron."

Obediently, she slips into the room. She's not exactly smiling, but there's an affectionate teasing in her face that's something like it.

[fighting_mad]

"Pink," says Plourr decisively. "With ruffles. One of those duster things, too."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita is preceded through the door by a recently-cleaned fur hat with a red star pinned squarely in the center of it. After watching it land on Plourr, Makita enters with a grin. "Got something for your kid," she smirks.

[fighting_mad]

It less 'lands on Plourr,' and more 'is snapped out of the air by Plourr without looking up.'

She spares the hat a glance over the top of her datapad once it's firmly in her hand.

"It's big," she says critically, but one side of her mouth has tipped up.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

"So're you," Makita smirks. Then she shrugs, "Kid'll grow into it. You're big, and Rial's huge, can't imagine you guys having a tiny kid."

[fighting_mad]

Eyebrows narrowing, sudden and precipitous, in response to the first comment (as she doesn't think much of the b-word these days), Plourr rifles the hat back at Makita in a dead-on shot.

She doesn't always make a habit of throwing presents, but she does make a habit of throwing whatever is close at hand. The hat being in her hand was helpful.

Bedrest is improving her aim by leaps and bounds.

"Shut up," she says. "And while you're at it, bring that back over here and tell me you're alive."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita snags the hat out of the air and laughs. "You're getting good at that."

Then she complies and walks over to drop the hat onto Plourr directly. "Still alive. Didn't even get hurt, really. Couple of close calls, but that's how life goes, right?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly'd elected to stay at the bar for a few days after finally getting back to it, but even if ancient Scotland had given her some panicky moments, it had also been a refreshing change.

So, the chance to visit Plourr on another planet? All over it.

"What up, sai?"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr heard the voices when they first started getting closer and closer down the hall, and by the time that Lilly Kane appears in the doorway, Plourr has looked up expectantly, a hint of a surprised, pleased smirk on her face.

"Well, well, well," she says, setting her datapad aside. "Look what the thuvasaur dragged in."

(The apartments that Rial brought Lilly through are lush, as is the bedroom. If Plourr never made it clear before that she's an empress who rules a planet -- Lilly might be starting to get the picture now.)

[awesome_lilly]

Unfortunately for Plourr and Rial, Lilly has not only gotten that picture, but the picture where Plourr is empress of a planet she would love to go shopping on and possibly even where she could buy a vacation home!

"Okay, seriously, I know you're pregnant but it's not nice to refer to your husband as a thuvasaur. I think. What's a thuvasaur?"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr grins, bright and sudden. "It's an expression, Lilly Kane. Rial's more the whisperkit type than ferocious man-eating carnivore with claws, anyway." She beckons to her in a broad gesture, shifting to sit up straighter. "C'mon in." There's a chair or two pulled up alongside the enormous bed, along with plenty of room on the bed, provided one doesn't mind a stack or two of datacards and a be-mustached stuffed bantha for company.

[awesome_lilly]

"Useful one."

Lilly carefully files that away as she curls up in the chair closest to Plourr.

"So, nice place you got here. By which I mean the planet, because I hear it's kinda all yours."

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