straightouttacarbonite: (037)
han solo ([personal profile] straightouttacarbonite) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-05-01 08:20 pm

open !

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! ]
entrepreneurism: (xlvii.)

[personal profile] entrepreneurism 2016-08-03 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. Maybe all we have to do is grab onto something."

Anything left that's worthwhile, really. Getting it back onto the ship is a problem to be addressed later.

They can get a little further, but his tone is starting to lower.
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[personal profile] entrepreneurism 2016-08-16 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Surely that trust isn't misplaced. It's not as if, after a few minutes of quiet progress, Lando reaches a junction and finds himself less certain of which way to go than he expected. It's gotten darker and darker, the further they've moved from the access point, and he can barely see in front of his face.

After a moment, he moves to the left, speaking softly over his shoulder, "This way ought to lead us t-"

The word is cut off with a yelp and he falls from view - down a chute, the door to which he hadn't quite noticed until he'd gone through it.

Hopefully he doesn't wind up where Luke did.