Banyan Tree Resort, Seychelles, Thursday [Morning and Afternoon]

[so_hawkward]

Hopefully, everyone had packed their things well and not left anything behind in South Africa, because it was time to explore Seychelles! The staff of the Banyan Tree were ready to help Fandom's visitors with anything they might need - including making sure everyone remembered their umbrellas, because while the morning was nice and clear with a temperature of 27C/80F, it was going to get up to 30C/86F later in the day, with possible thunderstorms.

But hey, there was a whole new resort to explore if the weather didn't fully cooperate!

Comments

Re: Gym and Tennis Courts [10/11 - Day]

[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

Was it anything like Anakin's trademark scowl (as opposed to the trademark lopsided Solo grin, speaking of redundancy)?

"I guess my dad would agree with that," he decided. "The barfights, I mean. But he knows better than to be too drunk to know what he's doing at the sabacc table."

By Han Solo standards, which were . . . probably not most people's standards, let's be honest.

Re: Gym and Tennis Courts [10/11 - Day]

[nottrivial]

"No, I think most adults probably know where the line is," Alec said. "Some of our classmates who went to that room party the other night, I'm not so sure about."

Re: Gym and Tennis Courts [10/11 - Day]

[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well, they're kids." Because Anakin clearly wasn't, or something.

Re: Gym and Tennis Courts [10/11 - Day]

[nottrivial]

"Yes..." Who was making unnecessary comments now, Anakin?
"Still, though."

Re: Gym and Tennis Courts [10/11 - Day]

[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

He didn't have a monopoly on it or anything.

"I know. It's dumb." Anakin rolled his eyes. "But I guess it's not their problem to worry about."

Way to assume, Anakin.

Re: Gym and Tennis Courts [10/11 - Day]

[nottrivial]

"I hope not," Alec said. WOW, THE PRIVILEGE IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW. "I can only imagine how that would work out for them."

Wasn't it nice that two equally repressed fun-haters were bonding in their hatred of fun?