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[entrepreneurism]

Who: Landos & Randos.
When: May 1 - ?
Where: Options for: Flight deck & transpoters, rec area, observation deck, bar.
What: Come at me bros. General catchall for whatever you may desire, might add specific subthreads as needed throughout the month.
Warnings: Contains Lando. No other warnings yet, but. Still...

Never having been particularly inclined to trust others, Lando does not decide to avail himself of the opportunity to make a temporary trip home. After all, it's presented as being temporary up front and even aside from the obvious suspicion with which he regards the stranger and this other Ingress, home is a questionable turn of phrase for him. His last home is crawling with storm troopers at the moment, leaving him precious few places to go and no matters that could be settled in so short a time.

So he works on the flight deck with the transporters, stepping in to pilot as needed to bring people to and from the planet. (And, though he doesn't pursue it himself, he may consider accompanying someone if so requested.)

In his downtime, he can be found in the recreation area or the observation deck, striking up characteristically charming conversation with anyone so inclined. His demeanor is always apparently open and friendly, with a ready smile for most.

Some evenings, you may find him in the bar by the mess hall, decompressing and perhaps, if you catch him in the right fleeting moment of solitude, losing himself in silent thought. Not that he's ever more than half a moment away from snapping right back to his gregarious self, should the need arise.

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[dust_of_life]

The idea of carding felt like a far-away, distant dream. Fatima could vaguely recall a time in her life when she'd had to carry a fake ID, or simply raid one of the Elder's cabinets. But that was in another lifetime. Zelien had cured her of that particular concern. Which seemed to be the only good--aside from Sam--to come out of that whole situation.

Fatima strolled in like she owned the place, wearing her leather skirt and sequined blouse from home. Neither had ever smelled so clean. The high heels of her boots clacked softly along the ground as she swung herself up onto a seat, ordering a rum.

Had she been feeling more poetic, she might have ordered a glass of bourbon. Not because she liked bourbon. She didn't. But as a tribute to her fallen comrades.

Just as well that she hadn't, she supposed. The survivor's guilt was bad enough.

[entrepreneurism]

Clearly, Lando is a man who appreciates aesthetics, but there's much more that he takes into account than that. What is equally alluring to him is how people carry themselves, the cues about them that they signal others with. And the way this young lady entered the bar, there's a confidence to her that he appreciates.

Just like anyone, she gets a warm, winning smile, but there's something subdued about her tone that keeps him from the full, bright beam he might normally employ.

"Well. Good evening," He tips his glass cordially, though he leaves the distance of the couple of unoccupied seats that sit between them, "You're a recent addition to our merry voyage, aren't you?"

[dust_of_life]

Fatima turned to look at her companion. And was suddenly glad she hadn't taken a sip of her drink yet because it probably would have choked her.

The last time she'd seen a cheesy mustache like that had been...that one time Johnny brought in an old, 1970s porno movie and made all the other dhampir watch it on his computer.

Her sense of aesthetics were particular as well. But once the initial surprise wore off, she smiled back at him. It wasn't his fault his world clearly didn't understand the whole facial hair thing.

"That would be an accurate statement," she said. American accent. Slightly west coast. Not that she imagined that meant anything to him. Unless he actually was a 1970s porn star. "Just came on board about a month ago."

[entrepreneurism]

Thank goodness that she doesn't actually say anything about the mustache. He's pretty fond of his own carefully maintained appearance, after all.

As she responds, he gives a slight nod, the smile persisting and perhaps growing a bit warmer. "Well, belated as it may be, welcome aboard. Not that I can say I consider our circumstance ideal, but personally, I've never found harping on complaints to be particularly effective."

[dust_of_life]

"An optimist?" she replied, raising an eyebrow. "I thought your species was extinct."

In her defense, of course, she knew very few. Mostly just Auntie Diana. Who was also out of her flipping mind. And also probably dead. So there was that. And there just wasn't a lot of room for hope back home. Complaining was basically the national sport.

[entrepreneurism]

He can't help but laugh at that, a soft chuckle bleeding slightly into his response, "I wouldn't go that far."

There's a moment's pause as he sips at his glass, taking a moment to savor it before the elaboration, "Wallowing just isn't a good look for me."

FLIGHT DECK YO; backdated to 5/1

[ex_forcechoke292]

[The offer of "home" is very tempting. Too tempting, if Anakin's being truly honest with himself. But there is enough distrust in it: the desolate surface of the planet, the underground factories, aliens with questionable motives, to make him think twice when his first instinct is usually to jump in head first.

And then, of course, there's that nagging problem of it not being permanent. To be gifted with home, normalcy, their lives back, only to have it all ripped away again?

It puts a damper on things.

Anakin too spends an inordinate amount of time on the flight deck, all too happy to be surrounded by machinery he's come to know, rather than that he has no way of trusting, and no reason to, and finds Lando milling about in much the same way.

It seems he's not the only pilot second-guessing this pit-stop.]

Didn't buy into any of that planetside sithspit either, I take it?

[Obi-Wan would probably kill him for throwing that curse around so cavalierly, but...well. It's appropriate. From a certain point of view.]

[entrepreneurism]

[ That curse, as questionable as its appropriateness may be found by some, is at least a probable identifier of someone from a galaxy with which Lando is far more well-acquainted. He is also, of course, far less sensitive to such things.

He turns to Anakin with a smile, the smirking humor of it touching his eyes, and he shrugs loosely. ]

I can't say I'm prepared to make any investment in it at this point - least of all one that involves throwing myself, to whom I admit I am rather firmly attached, into yet another questionable portal.

[ex_forcechoke292]

Hutts are more forthcoming.

[Questionable is putting it lightly, but he would be remiss to say he's not still curious. It's just a question of validity, and whether the potential pain is worth it. Alone, at least, the answer is no.

But the consideration of ulterior motive aside, Lando's charm seems to surpass (or at least deflate) the negative, and he finds himself laughing. The man reminds him of some of the better moments back on Tatooine, sneaking into portside cantinas to listen to pilots shoot the breeze. He's cocksure, cavalier, casual, it all adds up to nothing but "scoundrel," and that alone makes Lando someone he likes, versus someone he questions.]

I've seen you around, but I'm not sure we've ever met. [He'd remember it. Even if he had a habit of forgetting faces. He offers a hand (naturally, still, the cybernetic, but for the first time in a long while, he's at ease enough to not even hesitate).] Anakin Skywalker.

[entrepreneurism]

[ He chuckles at the commentary on Hutts; all the more fitting since he's just spent a considerable amount of time ostensibly in the service of one of the most notorious - on Tatooine, naturally. ]

With Hutts, at least, you always know that they expect something from you.

[ As they always do. Of course, Anakin can only rise in his esteem by casting such commentary in their direction. And he is certainly off to a decent start in that regard, speaking so easily of his suspicions regarding their current stop. There's a certain likemindedness in distrust that can always earn a touch of respect out of Lando.

He accepts the proffered hand with a shake, not a moment of hesitance spared to its nature, though his smile is colored by a newfound hint of intrigue for another reason. ]

Lando Calrissian. A pleasure. [ And, on the matter of that intrigue, ] I don't suppose you're of relation to Luke?

[ex_forcechoke292]

Something like that.

[Oh, this is going to color every conversation he has from back home, isn't it? He laughs, caught between incredulity and an odd sense of pride that Luke has been able to make such a lasting effect on seemingly so many people. It could be worse: it could be an assertion he wasn't willing to confirm.]

His father. Don't ask me how that works, I don't know either.

[He knows, but he doesn't quite know. It gets complicated, needlessly so, and any way he can get out of avoiding thinking about the fact that he's likely dead is one he'll take.]

[entrepreneurism]

[ Fortunately, Anakin here is not the first person from the past he's met. He is the first one he's met that's related to someone he knows, though, which makes this interesting. After a moment, though, he offers a (not unkind) smirk... and a joke. ]

I would imagine you must have some idea of how that works.

[ Okay. Somewhat lewd jest out of the way, his smile shifts to something warmer and he shrugs easily. ]

I have met others with that sort of a time difference, though. Hardly makes our situation here any more comfortable, does it?

[straightouttacarbonite]

Strange and tense as their reunion was at first, Han is well past the point of holding any ill will toward Lando. If anyone has a right to a grudge, it's him, but he's not carrying one. So when he spots his old friend in the bar he drops unceremoniously and casually into the seat beside him. Okay, he's not holding a grudge, but Lando owes him a few drinks, right? Right.

"What're we drinking?"

[entrepreneurism]

"This." With a wry smile and a cocked brow, he holds up a glass containing a dark, jewel-toned liquid. "I'm not entirely certain of what it is, but it certainly is agreeable."

Lucky for Han, the bottle is near at hand, and another glass is just a winning grin and a friendly wave of his hand away. Where they stand is obviously not up to him at the moment, but this much at least feels about right. Han doesn't even get the polished veneer of charisma that he's been tactically employing around the ship - just the standard setting.

[straightouttacarbonite]

"Works for me."

Lando's recommendation carries more weight than most, and they've certainly known each other long enough that he's got an idea of what Han might like.

"Been down to the planet?"

Talking about work, that's a safe bet, right? Neither of them have screwed each other over in that arena. Easy. Besides, he's curious as to whether Lando buys the story they're telling about ways home.

[entrepreneurism]

Lando even goes so far as to grab the bottle and fill the second glass when it arrives. Not that his basic manners are usually lacking, it's really the bigger picture stuff where he's sometimes had a habit of falling short.

"I have," He nods, pausing after the affirmation to sip from his own glass, "Though I have not yet decided to take our host up on the offer."

Surprise, it's distrust.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Han answers that with a vague, affirmative grunt, before he takes a drink himself. Yep. The two of them have seen, hell, run enough scams to be wary. And this, it's really too good to be true, right?

Except it isn't even that good, if it's temporary.

"Maybe we could at least tell someone..."

That's Leia's stance, and grudgingly, he has to agree it makes sense.

Doesn't mean he has to like it.

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[amourtician]

[ Jay has decided that if he's going to drown his sorrows in alcohol, he's at least going to pretend he's doing it to be social and not because being off his face on booze is preferable to being sober and facing a sisterless life. So when he walks into the bar, he's keeping an eye out for someone who looks friendly and in need of company.

And Lando looks like he needs someone to immediately distract him from silent thought. Silent thought, Jay has decided, only leads to misery. Contemplation is for people who want to suffer.

He comes over, swaying a little on high heels and claps Lando on the shoulder. ]

Mind if I join you, darling?

[ He flashes a charming smile. It's a little more desperate than he meant it to be. ]

[entrepreneurism]

[ Fortunately, it's hardly difficult to snap Lando out of silent thought; he's not really made for it, at least not for long.

He glances up readily with his own smile, immediately back at its typical brightness and warmth, and gestures in a sweep of his arm toward an unoccupied seat. Usually, he's the one to initiate that type of exchange, which makes it all the more entertaining to go along with it. ]

By all means.

[amourtician]

[ Jay beams and takes a seat. He daintily crosses his legs at the ankles and leans back, looking at Lando with a peculiar smirk, sizing him up. ]

How's the evening treating you, then?

[ As good an ice-breaker as any. ]

rec area.

[sickbays]

[ Charming and friendly are two adjectives Leonard's not identifying with today, his body sprawled out on one of the poolside chaise chairs, lips curled into a tight frown. He's dressed in his new swimming trunks, in the off chance he might decide to take a dip (despite the clear ceiling hanging overhead, he'll ignore that). Right now, though, he just wants to rest.

He looks up at the man that just greeted him. ]

Sit wherever you like. [ He grumbles, in a tone indicative of his not caring. If this guy wants to take the spot next to him, then whatever, he's not going to stop him. ]

[entrepreneurism]

Why thank you, I will.

[ Fortunately, Lando is not unaccustomed dealing with grumpy people in space. In his own newly attained swimwear, he flashes a smile and nod as he does indeed take the seat next to the other man, stretching himself out comfortably. ]

It hardly seems practical, but I do find it difficult to complain about this level of comfort aboard a spacecraft.

[sickbays]

[ Bones couldn't help but scoff at that. ]

If they were goin' for comfort, they could've made these chairs a little softer. [ It's never difficult for him to find something to complain about. These chair cushions are a little stiff, though. Stiff enough to cause the doctor to squirm a moment in his seat, settling into a more cozy position on his side.

It doesn't help much. He sighs, ]

It's like layin' on bedrock.

[entrepreneurism]

[ He chuckles softly at the complaint, arching a brow as he teases. ]

I take it you've never tried to sleep on a freighter.

[ Not that he's bothered, his smile unaffected as he glances back toward the pool. ]

Much as they may want to consider a hearty investment in pillows, though, I can't say I've seen many ships that feature a pool.

[sickbays]

No, and I don't care to either. [ He'll take his lumpy pillows any day over the discomforts of a freighter. He'd probably lose his mind if he had to spend more than a day in a damned thing like that.

The doctor crosses his arms over his chest. ]

There's a good reason for that. [ It'd be a mess if the ship's artificial gravity decide to take the day off. The water used to fill it could be better rationed elsewhere. Still, not a bad feature to have, he supposes. ]

You gonna try it out or jus' stare at it?