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[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Bedchambers

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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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."

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."

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."

"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.

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

Particularly after seeing Earth and how backward it is.

"He has freedom here he doesn't have back on Earth," Sarah explains with a fond smile. "There's no need to watch his back or any of that. And he has anonymity he doesn't get in Milliways."

She chuckles and shrugs, glancing at the expansive window for a moment. While everything she said is true, she also can't help but suspect that James might want to keep up at her. Being on alien planets with more advance technology had stopped bothering Sarah Jane a while back.

"It'd be pretty easy for you two to lose any anonymity you've got," Plourr points out practically. "I haven't gotten any reports of landspeeder crashes yet, though, so you must not be doing too bad."

So far.

"It's not much different from driving a car, as we've discovered."

Sarah places a hand on her stomach - she's gained weight in the past few weeks since she's last seen Plourr. It's quite possible that she has begun to show. She smiles downward for a moment.

"And I think she rather enjoys it."

Plourr's look says, eloquently, 'You're crazy.'

A: It is very much different from driving a car, she is quite certain, from her glimpse of the ridiculous wheeled contraptions while on Earth. Of course, she has no experience to back this conjecture.
B: It is a developing fetus. It can't enjoy anything.
C: Even if it could enjoy something, how the hell would you tell?

Plourr is, occasionally, too practical for everyone's good.

She says, doubtful and matter-of-fact, "It's a developing fetus."

Sarah doesn't think she's crazy! The only real difference in her opinion is that one has wheels and the other is gravity powered. Or something like that. Either way? Like a car, it's rather fun to drive. And like a car, the back seats are more for just sitting.

As for the developing fetus bit, well:

"She's our child."

Assuming, of course, that it will be a girl.

"Yeah," says Plourr with a roll of the eyes, in the tone of someone who's had this conversation often (even with it's usually with someone a good deal taller, hairier, and more emperor-like than Sarah Jane), "but that doesn't mean you can tell what the kid's feeling, unless you're a Jedi or some shavit."

She eyes Sarah Jane. Is she a Jedi or some shavit?

Sarah Jane is far from a Jedi. She's just a rather optimistic, imaginative woman.

"Well, my back didn't ache as much the last time we went for a drive. I'd like to take that as a sign she was content."

Plourr laughs.

It's a 'you're kriffing ridiculous' kind of laugh, though it isn't malicious or particularly unkind.

"What?"

Sarah Jane looks at her, smiling brightly.

"It's true!"

Plourr shakes her head in bemusement. "You're delusional."

"Well, if that's so, I rather like it," she responds with a bright laugh. "It keeps life so much more enjoyable, you know."

"Sanity gets-- Hey, pipe the hell down in there--" (This is said to her stomach, without missing a beat in their conversation) "--a bad rap these days," she says, shaking her head and mock tut-tutting.

"I think it can be highly overrated. After all, if I were sane, would I really be in this position?"

It's all said jokingly. Truth is, she rather loves being married to James so far.

Plourr shoots her a dry, amused look. "Which position is that?"

"Married and pregnant?" Sarah laughs, rolling her eyes. "It wasn't ever exactly on my life plan."

"Could be worse," Plourr says, even drier. "Want to add empress to that list?"

She doesn't mean it, which is readily apparent in her tone. This is a life she wouldn't have chosen, but it's become one that she wouldn't give up.

She smirks ever so much, shaking her head. "I think I'll stick to journalist, thanks all the same."

"Good. I'd hate to have to put down another attempt at a coup d'etat," she says. "Those get messy."

Honestly curious, "Do you have to deal with those often?"

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