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Who:Han Solo and YOUR FACE
When: throughout the month of May
Where: aboard the Moira unless otherwise noted
What: for all your miscellaneous threading needs! will probably post some specific starters, but feel free to hit him up with basically anything.
Warnings: currently n/a; will warn in threads / update as needed

Though going home is Han's number one priority, he's not sure a temporary trip (if that's even for real) is worth the risk. So while he'll get into his share of trouble, he's sticking around on the Moira a fair amount. Plenty to do.

He keeps up with his work running one of the transporters as needed, and can frequently be found between trips on the flight deck. Sometimes he's poking at his shuttle of choice, but just as often he can be found in or around the Millennium Falcon. Loath as he was to risk spreading whatever contamination they've all contracted onto his pride and joy, there's only so much waiting a man can take. (Play your cards right and maybe you'll get a tour, he likes to show off.)

The mess hall, the bar, and the cafe are all frequent enough haunts. Hell of a lot better than being stuck for months with instant caf and freeze-dried rations. As far as space travel goes, this is straight up luxury.

Otherwise, he'll be around, here and there.

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[ closed starters below! ]

Comments

fisto =/= kit fisto

[t65]

[Luke has kind of taken a corner of the cargo bay and made it his, what with the tool bench, the table, the half-finished droids, and now an oven. It's really very convenient this is near the Falcon. Luke would, just once, suggest it was the will of the Force, if not for how Han would scoff and roll his eyes.]

[Because of that, he's suggested it at least twice.]

[Today, he's working on a new project, given to him by a man named Deacon. He's not very far in the project, but there's a flimsi unfolded carefully in front of him detailing all the specifications for the model. He keeps checking that while he works, humming absent-mindedly to himself.]

[He doesn't see Han approach, but he hears him.] How's the Falcon? [Luke hasn't been inside yet; he's been too busy to sight-see.]

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[Disinclined as he is to buy all their Force nonsense, the idea that the will of the Force is every damn Skywalker relative making his life difficult seems pretty plausible.

That doesn't mean he's going to stop rolling his eyes.]

Looks great. If we had real maps we'd be set.

[But even so, having his ship back has put Han in a pretty good mood. Relatively. Sooner or later he'll have to get Luke or Lando or someone to join him in an ill-advised attempt to see how fast and how far they can get, but that's trouble for another day.]

What're you building now?

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It's always something...

[Luke, halfway inside what will one day be the chassis of the droid he's working on, pops his head out.] Oh, someone on the crew gave me schematics for a droid they wanted built. [He shrugs in the direction of said schematics, lying on the floor. A half-assembled motivator has been placed on the edges, along with some spare screws, to keep it from blowing away.]

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[Yeah, always something. He makes a vague agreeable sound at that, then pauses to look more closely at the in-progress droid.]

Funny-loookin'.

[Droids aren't really his area of expertise, but having had the schematics pointed out he figures he might as well take a glance.

Which he does, and then spends a moment longer looking, trying to make sense of it. Even if he's not much of a droid expert, he's seen enough of them to know the usual trends and designs back home, and this is wholly unfamiliar. And kind of... odd.]

What's it supposed to do?

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I don't know. [Luke's voice comes out in an echo-- of course he's inside the frame again, working away.] He said it was important, though.

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[That's an awful lot of vibrating parts, though.]

You're doing all of it? These parts labeled, uh. "Optional hardware upgrades?"

[Cause if he didn't know better...]

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[Luke, on the other hand, definitely does not know better.]

I think it's some kind of medical droid.

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What makes you think that?

[This logic, he's gotta hear.]

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Well, look at all those sanitary modifications on the bottom half. I think it's covered by that motivator.

[Like, what else could it be.]

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[Luke. Luke.

He stares for a long moment.]

Who asked for it?

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Someone named Deacon?

[Luke peeks his head out of the droid to deliver a scathing critique in a conspiratory whisper,] I think he wears a wig?

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[He raises an eyebrow. So, some guy who suspiciously wears a wig to disguise himself asks for a random droid and--]

He bends to pick up the schematics, nudging the motivator and everything out of the way, to take a closer look.]

Uh-huh...

[He sounds very, very doubtful.]

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[Luke fills the silence of Han's skepticism with rambling:] It's a strange droid, I'll give you that. But I figure other galaxies would have strange models. Maybe he has some kind of medical condition? Maybe that's how he lost his hair. I don't want to ask and embarrass him; he seems kind of... skittish, I don't know.

[Luke Skywalker: Excellent judge of character.]

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[As far as they've both come, sometimes it's painfully clear to Han that Luke is still the same trusting kid he's always been.]

He's messing with you. [Why does Han have to be the one...]

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[Maybe he's the same trusting kid he used to be, but it's been years. That does mean one significant change: now he trusts Han. Where maybe before he would have scoffed and laughed Han off as paranoid, now he pokes his head out of the droid and asks,] What makes you say that?

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[In answer he just holds up the schematics, clumsily half-folded to display a particularly damning piece.

Please don't make him explain what it looks like, kid.]

It's not medical.

[Maybe from a certain point of view....]

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[Luke narrows his eyes, groans, and sets his head down on the ground with a dull thunk.] I can't believe this place, sometimes.

[He was trying to help, and look what happened.]

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[Oh, good, they're on the same page. Which means this has just become funny.]

At least you know it'll be appreciated?

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[Funny for one of them, maybe. Luke huffs.]

I'm not going to finish it! [He just about yelps.] We're low on resources as it is, without using them to make- [His face begins to warm. He points accusingly at the schematics.] -those!

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[Very funny for one of them. He's not even trying not to grin.]

Well, your guy did say it was important.

[And it's half built! Shame to let all that go to waste.]

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[Half is maybe pushing it. Luke groans.] To him! I think we've covered that he can't be trusted. Don't tell me you want this thing build.

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Hey, I don't care what you do. I'm not the one making promises.

[Sorry Luke, you're never living this one down.]

Maybe next time you should ask up front, though.

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I- I didn't think someone would actually- [Luke sputters,] -ask for... Ugh. I have to ask him about this, don't I?

[It's not really a question. Luke has to confront the guy who requested a sexbot.]

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You probably should.

[Can he watch, with space popcorn?]

I mean, otherwise he'll just be waiting and waiting....

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It'd serve him right. [But Luke knows he's not going to do that.] What do you even say when this sort of thing happens? [Besides 'I'm an idiot'.]