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Who: Landos & Randos.
When: May 1 - ?
Where: Options for: Flight deck & transpoters, rec area, observation deck, bar.
What: Come at me bros. General catchall for whatever you may desire, might add specific subthreads as needed throughout the month.
Warnings: Contains Lando. No other warnings yet, but. Still...

Never having been particularly inclined to trust others, Lando does not decide to avail himself of the opportunity to make a temporary trip home. After all, it's presented as being temporary up front and even aside from the obvious suspicion with which he regards the stranger and this other Ingress, home is a questionable turn of phrase for him. His last home is crawling with storm troopers at the moment, leaving him precious few places to go and no matters that could be settled in so short a time.

So he works on the flight deck with the transporters, stepping in to pilot as needed to bring people to and from the planet. (And, though he doesn't pursue it himself, he may consider accompanying someone if so requested.)

In his downtime, he can be found in the recreation area or the observation deck, striking up characteristically charming conversation with anyone so inclined. His demeanor is always apparently open and friendly, with a ready smile for most.

Some evenings, you may find him in the bar by the mess hall, decompressing and perhaps, if you catch him in the right fleeting moment of solitude, losing himself in silent thought. Not that he's ever more than half a moment away from snapping right back to his gregarious self, should the need arise.

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[dust_of_life]

The idea of carding felt like a far-away, distant dream. Fatima could vaguely recall a time in her life when she'd had to carry a fake ID, or simply raid one of the Elder's cabinets. But that was in another lifetime. Zelien had cured her of that particular concern. Which seemed to be the only good--aside from Sam--to come out of that whole situation.

Fatima strolled in like she owned the place, wearing her leather skirt and sequined blouse from home. Neither had ever smelled so clean. The high heels of her boots clacked softly along the ground as she swung herself up onto a seat, ordering a rum.

Had she been feeling more poetic, she might have ordered a glass of bourbon. Not because she liked bourbon. She didn't. But as a tribute to her fallen comrades.

Just as well that she hadn't, she supposed. The survivor's guilt was bad enough.

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Clearly, Lando is a man who appreciates aesthetics, but there's much more that he takes into account than that. What is equally alluring to him is how people carry themselves, the cues about them that they signal others with. And the way this young lady entered the bar, there's a confidence to her that he appreciates.

Just like anyone, she gets a warm, winning smile, but there's something subdued about her tone that keeps him from the full, bright beam he might normally employ.

"Well. Good evening," He tips his glass cordially, though he leaves the distance of the couple of unoccupied seats that sit between them, "You're a recent addition to our merry voyage, aren't you?"

[dust_of_life]

Fatima turned to look at her companion. And was suddenly glad she hadn't taken a sip of her drink yet because it probably would have choked her.

The last time she'd seen a cheesy mustache like that had been...that one time Johnny brought in an old, 1970s porno movie and made all the other dhampir watch it on his computer.

Her sense of aesthetics were particular as well. But once the initial surprise wore off, she smiled back at him. It wasn't his fault his world clearly didn't understand the whole facial hair thing.

"That would be an accurate statement," she said. American accent. Slightly west coast. Not that she imagined that meant anything to him. Unless he actually was a 1970s porn star. "Just came on board about a month ago."

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Thank goodness that she doesn't actually say anything about the mustache. He's pretty fond of his own carefully maintained appearance, after all.

As she responds, he gives a slight nod, the smile persisting and perhaps growing a bit warmer. "Well, belated as it may be, welcome aboard. Not that I can say I consider our circumstance ideal, but personally, I've never found harping on complaints to be particularly effective."

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"An optimist?" she replied, raising an eyebrow. "I thought your species was extinct."

In her defense, of course, she knew very few. Mostly just Auntie Diana. Who was also out of her flipping mind. And also probably dead. So there was that. And there just wasn't a lot of room for hope back home. Complaining was basically the national sport.

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He can't help but laugh at that, a soft chuckle bleeding slightly into his response, "I wouldn't go that far."

There's a moment's pause as he sips at his glass, taking a moment to savor it before the elaboration, "Wallowing just isn't a good look for me."

[dust_of_life]

Neither was that mustache.

"Well, it gets very little accomplished," she said. "I'll give you that." Of course, that fact didn't stop her from the occasional wallow. But she'd gotten much better since those rough teenage years.

Thank goodness.

She took a delicate sip of her drink. "So what do you prefer instead, Mister...?"

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"Lando Calrissian," He smiles warmly with the introduction, giving a slight nod of his head.

"I prefer to handle the matters that can be handled, and make the most of what remains in the meantime." And skulk around, making connections, trying to learn what he can through more subtle means and formulate his own plans. Not that he's going to detail that in polite, introductory bar chatter.

"Such as pleasant company, which would seem to be one of this ship's stronger areas."

[dust_of_life]

"I don't know that I've paid much attention to the social life on board," Fatima admitted. It was still something of an adjustment for her. The idea that she could relax. That going to sleep didn't mean she would wake up in some new lab rat maze.

That she could try to live.

Instead of just fighting to survive.

"You'll have to tell me what makes it such a strong area, Mister Calrissian."

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"Well, there are a considerable number of friendly faces aboard," He smiles easily as he responds, "Rather fortunate, given that space travel can involve such long drags between stops."

After a moment, he shifts back and shrugs, "Me, I'm hardly one to embrace loneliness on said drags."

[dust_of_life]

"Sounds like you've had a lot of experience with space travel," she remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm going to take a wild leap and guess that you must come from a universe where it's the norm."

Hard to imagine. But considering how often Liam talked about the days before the 'automobile,' she could see how the evolution would work.

She shook her head. "This is kind of my first real venture."