"How much for this?"
"One-fifty."
Two credits hit the countered and bounced twice before settling — clinking and clattering against the durasteel counter with that ever-so-distinctive sound. With a thumb and a finger, Reikki swiped the postcard she'd just purchased up from the counter and into her hands to study. Honestly, if she continued to purchase a postcard for every spaceport she visited, she'd end up with more than she knew what to do with. The idea of documenting her travels like this was too tempting to give up though. Maybe she should just stick to one per planet and moon?
She'd think about it. Reikki pocketed the souvenir and turned away from the counter, giving space for the next person in line to make their overpriced purchase of three hotdogs and a tiny water. The woman mosied her way over to a row of chairs, slumped into one, dropped her bag, and took a deep breath. She still had to decide where she was going to go next, and since she wasn't actively putting herself out there for work at the moment, it was up to her to make that choice. But, for now, she felt like reading.
After fetching History of the Galaxy's Most Notorious Force Cults from her bag, the Dathomirian took a second to pull her long hair back into a ponytail, then flipped to where she'd left off, crossed her legs, and began to read.
@Arcangel
"One-fifty."
Two credits hit the countered and bounced twice before settling — clinking and clattering against the durasteel counter with that ever-so-distinctive sound. With a thumb and a finger, Reikki swiped the postcard she'd just purchased up from the counter and into her hands to study. Honestly, if she continued to purchase a postcard for every spaceport she visited, she'd end up with more than she knew what to do with. The idea of documenting her travels like this was too tempting to give up though. Maybe she should just stick to one per planet and moon?
She'd think about it. Reikki pocketed the souvenir and turned away from the counter, giving space for the next person in line to make their overpriced purchase of three hotdogs and a tiny water. The woman mosied her way over to a row of chairs, slumped into one, dropped her bag, and took a deep breath. She still had to decide where she was going to go next, and since she wasn't actively putting herself out there for work at the moment, it was up to her to make that choice. But, for now, she felt like reading.
After fetching History of the Galaxy's Most Notorious Force Cults from her bag, the Dathomirian took a second to pull her long hair back into a ponytail, then flipped to where she'd left off, crossed her legs, and began to read.
@Arcangel