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Hello, everyone! I thought you all might want to read this. It’s sort of early-version Selay’uu… sort of. For instance, no portals this time… Bummer. And it doesn’t even have a title, even in My Documents, aside from “random stupidity.”

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! πŸ˜›


Obi-Wan looked up from his book to shoot a fulminating glance at Katniss Everdeen, who was instantly recognizable (don’t ask me how). She was sitting on the other sofa, chewing gum. Erin was typing busily away on the computer, seemingly not noticing the invasion of her mind palace by a character she had only heard about, never met in person. Katniss took no notice of the dangerous look, but at least she didn’t snap her gum again. Obi-Wan went back to The Silmarillion. He had always felt an odd kinship with Glorfindel and Beren…

Thnap, pop. Obi-Wan tossed his book down on the coffee table (which was covered in loose sheets of paper covered with Erin’s writings) and glared at Katniss. Suddenly, her gaze snapped up to his, as if she hadn’t even been aware of his presence before. She grinned at him, unapologetically, and popped her gum again. Obi-Wan could feel himself blushing, but he was more annoyed than embarrassed by the interruption, dangerously near to flirting as it was. Of all the cheek! he thought. He scowled at her. Katniss actually had the gumption to look over her shoulder, then point to herself, mouthing the word, Me?

I thought that was abundantly clear, Obi-Wan thought. He wasn’t bothering to mute his body language, either. Snap, snap. Not again! Obi-Wan frowned and put a finger over his lips. Katniss looked at him, raising both her shoulders and her eyebrows.

β€œYou and I have very different notions of quiet, my friend,” he grated, dangerously low. Katniss looked offended.

β€œWhat are you talking about? I can be quiet,” she hissed under her breath.

β€œThen stop popping your gum!”

β€œI’m not popping my gum!”

β€œOh, what do you call it, then?”

β€œDon’t you dare use sarcasm with me, mister!”

β€œGo flirt with someone else!”

Their little tiff was interrupted by a quiet cough. Both characters turned to see Erin, who had spun in her swivel chair and was now watching them both, her expression indecipherable and her arms crossed across her chest.

β€œObi-Wan, I need your help, please,” she said after a long moment. Shooting Katniss a dangerous glance, Obi-Wan straightened his tunic and marched stiffly to the author’s side. He dropped on one knee to survey the computer screen. β€œAnd Miss Everdeenβ€”how’d you get in here?” Katniss shrugged and vanished, off to plague Midnight instead.

Well, that’s that. What do you think? Stupid, right? πŸ˜›

Thanks for reading, and God Bless!