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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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[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?

I never told you to be anything. [He laughs, joking.] I know how you feel about being given orders.

[Luke considers Han's question.] I don't see why not. I accidentally brought a speeder back last time; we almost crashed it into a river. [Moving on... Luke nudges the bottle back for the third time, and wonders how long it would take for them to wear a groove in the table.] So it's yours to keep. You should savor it.

[Being a master strategist, Han sees this is going nowhere. So he changes tack, pouring a second glass (just a bit, he can't imagine Luke has much taste or tolerance for the stuff,) and nudges that over instead.]

It won't keep as well open. We can go shopping later, [he adds with the lopsided suggestion of a grin. Hey, if they're here, they might as well make the most of it, and he's been plumbing some decently deep pockets.]

Come on, don't make me make up some kind of hospitality tradition you're breaking, just have a drink.

If we're going shopping, you can buy a bottle. [Luke begins to nudge it back... but, ugh, Han has a point. Or, well, he doesn't have any kind of point, but he makes it seem like it isn't a big deal and doesn't matter, and that's enough to convince Luke. He rolls his eyes and takes the galaxy's tiniest sip.]

[Luke's nose scrunches up, and he coughs a little.] Better than jet juice. [Better than something that came out of a distillery made of X-wing parts? Gosh!] Happy now?

Exactly.

[So maybe this has turned from an unexpected trip home to an impromptu rum-running afternoon. That doesn't count as things going awry, it's things getting better. Speaking of, even if he's making a face like that-- no, who's he kidding, especially if Luke is making a face like that-- getting him to try the rum seems like a victory.

Hey, he takes his laughs where he can find 'em.]

I'm gonna have to work pretty hard to outdo stealing a speeder.

I didn't steal it. [Luke whines indignantly.] I paid for it first.

[But that means... Luke narrows his eyes.] You're not thinking of- [He leans in with all the subtlety he possesses (none), and whispers,] Stealing it?

[He said to the career criminal.]

Of course not.

[He says that a little too loudly, because Luke possesses absolutely no subtlety at all. It is, actually, an oddly charming trait in most situations, but no one wants the barkeep getting the wrong idea.

Besides, he's planning to buy booze with stolen money, that's totally different.]

[Strangely, this doesn't convince Luke at all. His forward lean becomes a slump over the table, holding up a skeptical expression.]

What are you thinking? [Something about his tone carries an unspoken this time.]

Quit worrying, will you?

[Being Rebels makes both of them career criminals, what he's thinking of is strictly small time.]

Where'd you get the money for a speeder?

[He's changing the subject because Luke looking suspicious and scandalized does no one any good. Kids these days, honestly.]

I'm not worrying. [He says worriedly.]

[At Han's question, Luke shakes his head.] Not money. I had a canister of water on me from the Moira, and the speeder was used. Old model, too.

[The explanation gets a vague grunt of comprehension. Ah, Tatooine. They could easily bring enough water to buy the whole planet, if there was anything worth buying.]

What else could we use?

Clothes that aren't those uniforms. Shoes. [What does the Ingress have against shoes?] But we can only take what we can carry, you know. The only reason the speeder came with us was because we were in it at the time.

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