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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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[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.

[t65]

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?

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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.

[t65]

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.]

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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.]

[t65]

[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.]

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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.]

[t65]

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.

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[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?

[t65]

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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So, clothes, shoes, alcohol, bags to carry all that.

[Not a bad start.]

More fuel for the Falcon'd be good, but that's too heavy.

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This really is a shopping trip, isn't it. [Maybe- Luke's eyes light up.] We should get something nice for Leia.

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[That is a good idea. A really good idea. An idea he probably should have come up with, oops.]

You have any idea what she'd like?

[This is not his strong point.]

[t65]

[Luke's eyes become unlit. He thinks.] Dresses? And hair... things. [This is hard.]

Have you got any ideas?

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[It's at least slightly comforting that Luke does not have an immediate answer to that question.]

Jewelry? Women like jewelry...

[t65]

[Well, this plan is going nowhere. Luke likes to think he's a thoughtful person, generally; this shouldn't be difficult. He rubs at his face. If he were Han, what... no, let's not go down that road. Alright, if Leia were- no. If he had a hypothetical girlfriend-... doesn't he technically have one? Should he be getting her something?]

[Now he's just distracted. Rubbing at his eyes, he murmurs,] What's something you can only get on Corellia? Some sort of... a souvenir?

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Spaceship parts.

[Not romantic. Even he knows that.]

Maybe jewelry is a good idea.

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I dunno- can we really get jewelry that'd impress her? [She is, after all, a princess.] Has she been missing anything lately? Something she usually has?

[Please, Han, know this information so Luke doesn't have to.]

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What does she usually have? I mean, on Hoth? It ain't like she's been living in luxury these days.

[Basically nothing. Except maybe long underwear.]

[t65]

[Please don't mention his sister's underwear.]

Maybe a mirror? Those little ones ladies have in holos. [Don't make him pantomime it.]

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[All discussions of underwear will be saved for the people whose underwear is involved, never fear.]

You think she'd like that?

[He sounds pretty doubtful.]

[t65]

How would I know? [Luke shrugs dramatically.] Shouldn't you know.

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We don't talk a lot about little mirrors and jewelry.

[t65]

[Luke rolls his eyes.] Well, neither do we.

Maybe she'll like the brandy, I don't know. We should get some before it brings us back.

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It'd be nice if we knew how long we had.

[But okay, okay, fair point. He puts the stopper in the half-full bottle. Waste not, want not, he already paid for it.]

Back out to the market? We'll get more for our credits there.

[And he can keep an eye out for something nice, like maybe jewelry. Or a small mirror. It's not the worst idea.]