Jaina's room- The Arms Hotel- Sunday morning

[solo_sword]

Jaina saw in a chair in front of the window, gazing out pensively at nothing. She was getting married today, even if that was mostly a secret. It wasn't even that it was her first wedding. This might be the first one that ever ended in a marriage, though.

It had to! If she didn't marry Howard and end up in his will, how was she supposed to kill him and stop him from trying to crush the entire Skywalker empire while simultaneously taking hold of his fortune?

And yet...

No, she couldn't have second thoughts! She couldn't let the fact that Howard loved her derail her plan! She's blame a crisis of conscience but you needed a conscience to have a crisis of it. Even if Charles was back and didn't want her marrying someone less cute than him. Oh, she had so many thoughts!

She was interrupted from her reverie by a knock at the door. Jaina stood, pulled on the little matching robe over her red silk chemise, and went to answer it.


[I am heading to bed, but I had to post this. Obviously someone's at the door. It should be you. Yes, you. And I will answer when I wake up! Go ping.]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Talyn Sun-Crichton, late of the FPD (Fandom Police Department for those not in the know), was standing behind that door. He looked stern and serious but he always looked like that. Even if he was happy, he still looked like that.

His dark hair hung in his face and a stubble shadowed his chin and cheeks, making him look like the rogue he truly was. But, he wasn't there to be a rogue! He was there to be a cop. A good cop on a police force full of corruption.

And he was here to take down someone who was known to be a figurehead for a powerful crime family. He was there to...DO JUSTICE!

[LOOK I HAD TO, IT'S A TRADITION FOR TALYN TO BE OLDER AT THESE THINGS.]

[sith_happened]

"Is everything going according to the plan?" Anakin asked from the dark corner (there was always a dark corner for him. The lighting guys saw to it) in which he lurked.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Lucrezia Borgia¹ Sforza² Wayne³ Lannister⁴ della Rovere⁵ possibly-Luthor⁶ Wayne⁷ was already in the Arms Hotel, thanks to a beautiful wedding to the once-more love of her life, Bruce, who was now presumably dead, since she had poisoned him after spending their wedding night having the most wonderful and passionate sex of her life.

Widowhood suited her; she seemed to have a glow this morning.

But she was also here because she had urgent business to discuss with the Skywalker clan, and because Jaina's narrative had insisted that she, personally, should be here. Well, the pronouns may have applied to everyone, but she had chosen to take it as a personal command, and thus, here she was.

Lucrezia knocked on the door. And once she modded the door opening, she bowed her head in greeting to the other girl.

"I bring a message from His Holiness, the Pope," she said.

This was the perfect moment for a reaction take from Jaina, and a slow fade-out to commercial while the Dramatic Music of Dramaticness played.


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¹ maiden name
² Giovanni: canon first husband
³ Bruce
⁴ Lancel, cousin to Tyrion
⁵ Giuliano: canon rival of her father's
⁶ Lex, which may or may not have happened; the writers are confused on the chronology of events and what storylines have been canceled
⁷ Bruce, again