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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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Don't worry about it.

[Actually, Luke's clueless act isn't a bad call. Han flashes him the quickest of grins, takes up looking around himself. He can't quite manage the clueless farm boy attitude, but he can look like a tourist. Meanwhile he keeps leading without seeming to have any destination in mind.

So when he cranes his neck to look up at one of the taller towers, it seems like a real accident that he turns and bumps right into a random stranger.

His embarrassed, profuse apologies sound pretty genuine, too.]

[Luke only starts paying attention to Han and not the scenery when Han gives him that grin. He knows that grin. That grin is never a good sign. Luke looks around, trying to figure out out, and then Han... trips?]

[Han is many things, but he's never been clumsy. Luke watches with perplexed interest, but maybe this is some kind of Corellian thing? He walks a little closer to Han, no, just in case.]

What are you doing?

[C'mon, kid, you'll blow his cover.]

Like I said, don't worry. Who knows when you'll get to visit again? Look around, enjoy yourself.

[Playing tourist suits his needs just fine. They'll need some distance before he tries that again, and for Luke to stop looking at him like he's crazy, drawing too much attention. Another mark, maybe two, and then they'll find some side street to vanish down and see what they're working with, and then...

Hell, it's a little unnerving how easy it is to slip back into thinking this way.]

Can't remember the last time I was here.

[Luke shoots Han a look of deep skepticism, but there's really no help for it now, is there? And he's right, is the thing. Corellia is surreal and beautiful and he doesn't want to miss a second of the bustling crowds and towering buildings.]

[So he sighs and keeps looking around, though it's not with the same all-encompassing wonder of before. He says to Han, obviously curious,] When was that?

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[He arches a brow, thinks about it a while. In the usual course of things they don't have much call to talk about their pasts, which frankly suits him just fine, but it makes sense that he'd ask here.]

Years ago. After I got the Falcon, I think, looking to upgrade some parts.

[his eyes are on the crowd, looking for the next likely target.]

[Luke nods, and takes that story as true. It's not the kind of tall tale Han would tell, and he appreciates the honesty in the midst of this. Luke just keeps himself from pressing. Do you miss it? No, he can't say that.]

[But he does keep a close eye on whatever Han's doing, trying to figure it out. He suspects he knows already, but he doesn't want to think ill of his friend without proof.]

Is it like you remember? [There. That seems safe.]

Pretty much.

[Generally his tall tales are true. Or mostly, anyway. There's not a lot to gain from lies for lying's sake, and talking about Corellia... well, it's just a place, it's not any secret where he comes from. He's always been too restless to think of it as home in anything but the barest sense.

The pockets he's picking, maybe, could be a little more of an embarrassment, but right now he's looking at it pragmatically. They need money, these people have money, he's done worse. Besides, a few blocks south of here it's the depths of frozen chaos and no one seems to care. He's not convinced it's real.]

After a while, you see enough cities and they're all the same.

I can't believe that. [This is, after all, completely different than what little Luke saw of Cloud City through a window. His logic is extremely sound.]

Most of them probably aren't covered in snow... [One biome per planet, thanks George.]

I don't get that. There should be more city that way, not... Hoth.

[Because it can't be anything else, that snowstorm. He remembers the deep, soul-sucking cold of that planet. Nothing could really hold it at bay.]

You wanna see the market?

[It's probably the most interesting part of the city, though chances are there'll be too much competition to bother with thievery. That's all right, there are blocks between here and there and he's already got an eye on a likely candidate. All he's got to do is wait until the crowd bottlenecks and sidle along him inconspicuously.]

[Good call, Han. Luke perks right up.] What's at the market? [Like Luke cares. He's willing to see anything; he bets they don't even sell moisture there.]

[Luke's steps are a little lighter, and he's clearly paying Han less critical attention, excited by the prospect of an urban market as he is.]

Everything. If you can't find it, you can find someone who'll find it for you.

[All right, so maybe he's a little proud of where he comes from. It's a far cry from worlds like Tatooine, where everything worth getting is a costly import; being a major trade hub and manufacturer means there's competition, here. Variety. Han treats being a wanted criminal as a minor annoyance most of the time, but it does mean it's been a while since he's been in a real city. He hadn't realized he missed it.

They round a corner (and as he hoped, the crowd thickens, meaning he doesn't even have to maneuver to get shoved uncomfortably close to the man he's been watching), the street widening up, though maybe you couldn't tell considering how many people are coming and going, browsing and haggling and jostling around carts and stalls and little storefronts manned by traders from all across the galaxy.]

Don't get lost, [he calls back, working not to get swept up in the throng of shoppers.]

[Luke looks over with a cocky expression, different from Han's but no less overconfident.] I don't get lost anymore.

[He would have said 'Jedi don't get lost', but, you know, there might be someone listening in this crowd. He just smiles and wanders off. He knows he should keep an eye on Han, but Han can, really, handle himself. The only reason he'd need to watch him is to see what he's doing, and Luke trusts Han not to do anything too morally reprehensible. These people aren't, really, like the sorts Luke grew up with, where stealing from them could be their livelihood.]

[Luke is safe enough, anyway; he doesn't have a wallet to steal. A few thieves figure that out when they bump against him in the crowd, and Luke offers genuine apologies for being in the way.]

[When Han is done doing... whatever it is he's doing, he'll find Luke in front of a speeder shop, arguing with one of the customers about which models are best for what sorts of terrain. He seems seriously tempted by the offer to race, but shakes his head at the last minute when he sees Han approaching.] I really don't have the time.

[The handy side effect of Luke being totally broke is exactly that-- no need to warn him to watch out for pickpockets.

Han takes his time, doing a small circuit of the area, letting himself be swept along with the crowd. He's not as good at this as he used to be-- it's sheer luck, once, that he doesn't get caught, but he manages to pull back his hand when the man tenses visibly, obviously aware of what's happening, and vanishes back into the other shoppers.

For a minute he vanishes entirely, ducking into an alleyway to ditch some evidence and see where they stand.

When he finally does track Luke down-- not too far, thankfully, and it's only the second or third place he thinks to check-- clearly things have gone well, because he's carrying two paper-wrapped meat pies, one of which he holds out.]

A floatcoach is nothing compared to a- oh, Han. [Luke waves to the man he was chatting with, and wanders over to Han. He looks at the little pie for a moment, curious, but not enough to really push it. He'll ask later.]

[(He wonders, for a half-second, if pickpocketing is a skill he could pick up. It just seems like something the Force could aid you in. But Beru and Owen wouldn't approve if he tried, and Luke refuses to go against the way they raised him.)]

I guess you had fun.

Who said anything about fun? I was hungry.

[And cold. Fortunately the hot food is banishing the chill from his fingers, and even if the city wasn't warm he'd be sweating from the press of crowds, the heat from ovens and grills and who knows what else tucked into crammed food stalls. He might be a wanderer by nature, but Han is, when it comes down to it, more comfortable in a city than nearly anywhere else, save perhaps the Falcon.

With the slightest shrug he bites into the pie, managing to be surprisingly neat about it. Say what you will about how he got the credits for it, this was worth it.]

How about you? Looking for souvenirs? [He juts his chin in the direction of the speeders.]

[Luke gives Han a skeptical look, but eats his food without complaint. It's good, and disappears more quickly than Luke had been expecting; he hadn't realized he was hungry.]

[Licking his fingers in a move that is probably insufficiently urbane, Luke looks at the speeders.] They're all so overpriced. Even if I had the money, I wouldn't. [Who knew having a centralized government that wasn't based on a water standard or ganglord embargoes raised prices!] Can we go somewhere with a roof? And doors? [And central heating?]

[See, he catches on fast? Everything's too expensive. Sounds like a city kid already. Han somehow manages to eat his cheesy meat pie without actually getting his hands dirty. It's probably magic. (Nah, just lots and lots of practice.)]

Sure.

[Frankly he's in much better spirits already. Getting out of Hoth will do that to a guy.]

This way.

[If you guessed he's heading for a bar, you guessed right.]

[And Luke follows along dutifully. He's fine with bars, he know the rules for how bars work: follow the lead of whoever brought you in the first place.]

So... what do you think we should do until we get back? [It's Han's homeworld, he would know what works best, wouldn't he?]

[In this case, his lead just takes them to a table (far inside, away from anything approaching a draft) and secures them a bottle of rum, because you can't sit around any not drink. This isn't the sort of place he'd go if he was looking for work, so chances are they shouldn't run into trouble. Probably.]

Hadn't thought about it, [he admits.] What were you planning?

I wasn't planning anything. [That general maxium is true at almost all times.] It's your homeworld.

[Luke thinks of something and smiles,] That means it's your job to be a good host. [From his joking tone it's pretty clear he's not holding Han to any special standards he doesn't normally. He looks around the bar, idly taking it in.]

Coming wasn't my idea.

[Technically coming here wasn't anyone's idea, though. Complain as he might it's just his instinctive reaction, he's not really that bothered about it. There are worse places to be. He sort of expected they'd end up on Tatooine, after all.]

Besides, I'm being a great host. [He's thinking about it, though. What's worth seeing, if they've got a few hours to kill?]

The shipyards are in orbit, I don't think I can get us a ride. [Because Corellian engineering is one of the best things to come off this rock, obviously. Present company not counted.]

[Well, if ships are out...] Let's stick with things we can do while staying inside. [Luke is still wearing a sleeveless shirt, afterall.]

What're you drinking? [At this point, Luke has given up ever learning how to hold his alcohol, but a general sense of curiosity about the galaxy makes him ask.]

The other best export.

[Eh, live a little, kid. He nudges the bottle closer.]

Still cold?

[On the one hand, it's probably safer than jet juice. On the other hand, Luke doesn't have one.] I won't appreciate it. [He nudges the bottle back.] From what I've heard, you shouldn't waste it. Who knows when you'll get any again.

[At Han's question, Luke shrugs.] Not as cold as I was.

[Han has a hand to spare and he uses it to nudge the bottle back again.]

You can't tell me to be a good host if you're not gonna be a good guest.

[Besides, he'll be a terrible host if he finishes the bottle on his own. Though Luke brings up a good point-- it's been a while since Corellian anything has been on the menu.]

Do you think we can take it back with us?

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