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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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[Maybe he's the same trusting kid he used to be, but it's been years. That does mean one significant change: now he trusts Han. Where maybe before he would have scoffed and laughed Han off as paranoid, now he pokes his head out of the droid and asks,] What makes you say that?

[In answer he just holds up the schematics, clumsily half-folded to display a particularly damning piece.

Please don't make him explain what it looks like, kid.]

It's not medical.

[Maybe from a certain point of view....]

[Luke narrows his eyes, groans, and sets his head down on the ground with a dull thunk.] I can't believe this place, sometimes.

[He was trying to help, and look what happened.]

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[Oh, good, they're on the same page. Which means this has just become funny.]

At least you know it'll be appreciated?

[Funny for one of them, maybe. Luke huffs.]

I'm not going to finish it! [He just about yelps.] We're low on resources as it is, without using them to make- [His face begins to warm. He points accusingly at the schematics.] -those!

[Very funny for one of them. He's not even trying not to grin.]

Well, your guy did say it was important.

[And it's half built! Shame to let all that go to waste.]

[Half is maybe pushing it. Luke groans.] To him! I think we've covered that he can't be trusted. Don't tell me you want this thing build.

Hey, I don't care what you do. I'm not the one making promises.

[Sorry Luke, you're never living this one down.]

Maybe next time you should ask up front, though.

I- I didn't think someone would actually- [Luke sputters,] -ask for... Ugh. I have to ask him about this, don't I?

[It's not really a question. Luke has to confront the guy who requested a sexbot.]

You probably should.

[Can he watch, with space popcorn?]

I mean, otherwise he'll just be waiting and waiting....

It'd serve him right. [But Luke knows he's not going to do that.] What do you even say when this sort of thing happens? [Besides 'I'm an idiot'.]

Bring a heavier-duty motor and ask with a straight face if it's enough vibration?

[Helping or hurting, Han, helping or hurting?]

Han! [There are at least four 'A's in there.] You're not helping at all. This is awful.

[Luke, for his part, hasn't gotten up since he made the connection. He's just lying there on the floor, surrounded by droid parts, staring up at the ceiling. That pretty much sums up how he feels about all of this.]

[At least he's not actually laughing. Though it's a close call.]

I don't know, just tell him you can't and don't give a reason.

[Given that this guy outright requested a sex droid, though, Luke is probably going to get laughed at in the process.]

[Luke is pretty sure he deserves the laughter at this point, but he does appreciate Han's noble effort to hold back.]

I have a perfectly good reason. We're low on resources as it is, we don't have supplies for... this junk. If he wants it so badly, he can make it himself.

So tell him that.

[He shrugs, and tries to leave it there. But--]

I can't believe you didn't notice.

Why would I notice? I've never built anything like this before. [Clearly, clearly pouting.]

I mean, just looking at it...

[Luke does his best to summon up a properly withering look, but he just doesn't have his sister's knack for them. He folds his arms over his chest.] I told you, I thought it was some kind of medical droid.

[Leia would probably muster a scowl that made him feel slightly bad about how amused he is. Luke does no such thing.]

Hey, it could be worse. You could've finished it already.

I would have figured it out before then, [Luke grumbles. The part Han pointed out is kind of unmistakable.] I was trying to think the best of him.

[Which is, partially, why this sticks out as much as it does to wound Luke's pride. Well, that, and Han being unreasonably smug, but he can mostly live with that. Which is good, because judging from the look on Han's face, Luke's sure he's going to, constantly, for the rest of his life, forever.]

[Somehow, honestly, he's not convinced Luke would have figured it out on his own.

Han shrugs.] So he's got strange tastes. I'm sure it'll be fine.

[There are worse things out there to be into than sex droids.]

Oh, who cares about that. [Good news: Luke Skywalker is anti-kinkshaming.] I don't like that he lied to me!

[After the last gigantic lie someone told him (thanks, Ben), he's maybe a little sensitive about that.]

He didn't lie if you didn't ask.

[Luke can't, actually, argue with that. He groans and covers his face with his hands.]

That just makes it worse.

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