Tarvinache (open).

[Jandor]

-The Tarvins were pulling overtime to get the job done. They sat opposite one another on a table in the GJO, both at their holotops, both buried in hard-copy records.
It had just turned eleven and they had just finished sharing their fifth pot of stimcafe.

Jandor rolled his head and produced a few cracks.-

"Ouch."

-His fatigue was clear in his voice, or was it the yawn that did it?
They were pressing to get all the Padawans data-piled into the new study groups database. Informal or not it was still an administrative nightmare.-

[Jaina Tarvin]

-Jaina streched out her arws above her head, she was too tired to yawn.-

"How many is that now?"

[Jandor]

"Twelve thousand four hundred and seventy..."

-He paused to hit the "confirm" key.-

"...three; and only another 10K or so to go.
Fun, fun fun!"

-He said mockingly, accenting it with a cheesy smile and two thumbs up.
Jaina smiled in the blue hue of her holotop, her eyes fixed on yet another profile.-