june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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Han Solo

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ original prompts here, but open for continuation / other stuff / whatever as well! ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy was on her way back to her job in the Bow from lunch when she spilled some of her hot coffee onto the floor. Unsure what to do because she didn't have any napkins on hand, she just stared down at it when she heard someone approach.]

Shit. Uh, watch where you step. Sorry.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Too late, he's already frowning down at one foot in the puddle.]

Looking to make friends with the cleaning crew, huh?

[morethan084]

Would be more friends than I have right now.

[Daisy always on point with her sarcasm.]

Sorry. I'll go grab some napkins.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Wow, kid, what a downer,]

It happens. [He shrugs. She's obviously in a crummy mood, why make a fuss over a minor thing?] I'll wait here, keep people from drowning.

[morethan084]

[You have no idea, bro.

That does get a smile out of her though. And when she gets back about three minutes later, Daisy hands him a handful too for his shoe.]

Sorry about that. I don't normally make a habit of spilling coffee every where.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Standard issue uniform boots, fortunately, are pretty resilient. Han bends to clean up, helping out with the mess on the floor, too.]

I'd hope not. [Though Han was assigned mess hall shifts, not cleaning. So not his problem.] No harm. You all right?

[other than obviously embarrassed.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy paused when she saw him help her, which he totally didn't have to do.]

Oh, thanks.

Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just still getting used to this place. You been here long?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Well, he was down there anyway.]

Three months, I guess? Doesn't really feel that long.

[morethan084]

Seriously? Because I've been here a few days and it feels like time is dragging on way too slowly.

[Really, Daisy just wanted to get back home.]

I'm Daisy, by the way. Kind of didn't introduce myself.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Han Solo.

[He nods. Well, in fairness, his life has been so busy since he arrived-- between strange planets and stations, problems aboard the ship, and the apparently endless well of dramatic revelations following from his own Galaxy, he hasn't had time to be bored.]

It takes people a while to get used to traveling, sometimes.

[morethan084]

Han Solo? That's...a name I've never heard of before. I like it.

[Daisy wasn't making fun of him either, considering her name at the orphanage she had grown up in was Mary Sue Poots...]

Trust me, I'm used to traveling. Just not through, you know, space.

[straightouttacarbonite]

It does the trick.

[He shrugs, not sure what else to say. In another galaxy it's hard to be particularly offended if people haven't heard of you.]

And-- well, that's what I meant. Let me guess, you're from Earth?

[Wherever the hell that is. Seems to be a popular place for non-spacefarers.]

other stuff / whatever

[jedimindtrick]

[ Obi-Wan wouldn't necessarily say he's avoiding any specific people, but he's certainly not reaching out as much as he might have a couple of days previous. He hasn't left Anakin's side for any great length of time, far too concerned about his friend dipping further into a depressive hole, but even Jedi Masters adept at handling all types of chaos can find themselves overwhelmed and at a loss, grasping for reasonable purchase. He needs to step away for a short while if he's going maintain this level of vigilance.

Which is why, perhaps, it's actually relief that he feels when a tingle signals familiarity and it's actually Han he spies on one of the main thoroughfares in the shopping district. He isn't certain what Leia or Luke have told him, but it's a fair bet that Solo is aware of all that has already been shared with him. It's also a fair bet that Solo won't needle him too hard about it, either. That's the hope, anyway, when Kenobi cautiously approaches, tired but smiling thinly nonetheless. ]

I haven't tried much of the street food. What are you having?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[If you're going to avoid people-- and Han, to an extent, has been-- this is a good place to do it. A nice, big, distracting crowd. Plus, it's got just about everything you could want, and they're under strict orders to waste inconceivable amounts of the captains' money.

Avoidance aside... Well, of all the people he doesn't particularly want to talk to, Ben Kenobi is actually the best one to run into. There's a certain amount of resentment he's still trying to swallow, because there's no way the Jedi doesn't know, by the time he was trying to get Luke off Tatooine, and he damn well ought to have told the kid who he was really up against.

But on the other hand... Well, he has the feeling Kenobi doesn't know any more about this than any of them do, it doesn't seem fair to hold it against him. So he takes the greeting at face value. Yeah, they can talk. Maybe it'll help.]

Sausages. Don't ask me what they're made of, I don't wanna know, but they're pretty good. [He nods, holds it up.] Have you been staying up on the ship?

[jedimindtrick]

[ Kenobi considers the sausage for a moment, eyeing it with a distant disdain, but then decides no one here would bother with mystery meat if they were being paid as well as they are. Nevertheless, he neglects to order his own. ]

No, I've been compelled to remain here.

[ He gestures to another nearby food vendor, which appears to be offering some ice cream treats. It isn't exactly what Obi-Wan would normally consider, but there's something pleasing about the idea of a little harmless indulgence. ]

Would you like something? My treat.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[The way Han sees it, all the meat is mystery meat when you're in a strange place with an unfamiliar ecosystem, right? He gets back to eating, quick but surprisingly neat, considering how messy it is. Years of practice not getting grease on the Falcon's controls, you know.]

Generous.

[Pardon his sarcasm, it's just the gesture falls a little flat when they're on an all-expenses-paid trip. Still. It's an attempt at a peace offering, he thinks, and that's something.]

But, sure. Whatever looks good.

[Which means he's got to finish his food, so for a minute anyway, he shuts up.]

[jedimindtrick]

[ You clearly don't get Jedi humor, Han. Or maybe Obi-Wan's terrible at inflection. Either way, he doesn't seem to mind the comment. Nor does he wait for Han to finish before ordering them both a heap of ice cream in a paper cup. ]

Leia mentioned you were touring the drinking establishments. I looked for you the other night but I wasn't lucky enough to run into you.

Have you been having a good time?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Or he gets it, and he's just obnoxious. Sometimes simple answers are the right ones.]

Well, there're a lot of bars to try.

[And half the time he's been just wandering-- shopping, taking Leia to dinner, looking for new ways to take advantage of their credits. Avoiding difficult conversations is a lot easier with this much ground to cover. He takes the cup, pokes at the ice cream with his plastic spoon.]

Yeah, we have been. Mostly.

[Wanna guess the lone black mark on their relaxation, Ben?]

[jedimindtrick]

Mm.

[ It wouldn't be fair to say he's guessing after the conversation with Leia. He tries his ice cream — probably a fruit flavor, although not any fruit he can recall by name. ]

Mostly is... understandable.

I thought maybe you would want to talk about— [ His son? Obi-Wan doesn't feel right going straight to that point, even if his friend has always been fairly straightforward in his own right. He shoots Han an apologetic look, likely for being so transparent and unhelpful. ] —that you might need someone to listen for a while.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Someone to listen. Han has never really been the talking type, and the last time he tried to open up a bit to someone who might be able to offer some perspective, he ended up sharing his concerns with Darth Vader. Sure, it's nice to be reassured you're probably not a terrible parent, but it means a little less in comparison, now.]

I don't think talking about it makes a difference.

[Mostly he's thinking about the situation with Vader-- a bigger betrayal for Leia than for him, of course-- but it's the same with Kylo Ren. Talking doesn't change anything. For a moment he casts about for anything to say, to change the topic, lingering over a bite of his ice cream and coming up with nothing.]

You can't answer any of my questions yet.

[jedimindtrick]

I'm not certain I'll ever be able to answer any of your questions — not as I am now. It doesn't mean they shouldn't be asked. [ A pause. ] I have my own questions, even if I doubt you'll be able to answer them yet yourself.

[ Kenobi understands better than he'd like, although he's hard pressed to say as much. He's worried none of them may have adequate answers ever again. ]

I dislike this turn of events. Everyone is in pain — more pain than any one of us deserves. [ After seeing the video of young Ben, he even fits Kylo Ren into that category. ]

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Getting angry about any of this when it's all said and done-- or won't be done for decades, but is equally unchangeable-- is entirely pointless. It doesn't actually stop him, though.

Fine, then, if he wants to listen Han will talk.]

Who gets to decide what any of us deserve? Luke deserved to know, and you kept it from him. Leia didn't deserve to lose her planet, her family-- to find herself--

[the words dry up. The anger he's got on her behalf feels unfair, almost, but damn it, learning she was Anakin's daughter had obviously meant so much to Leia, and now it just seems immeasurably cruel that anyone could have let that happen. Han is on the outskirts of this, in so many ways-- comparatively he takes his own torture in stride, blames Kylo Ren's fall on his own failings-- but it doesn't matter. He loves the twins, so he's mad as hell anyway.]

No one's gonna say anything to make it make sense.

[jedimindtrick]

[ This isn't the first anger that Kenobi's approached on this very subject. Having talked with Leia, he'd felt her righteous upset. When he'd talked with Luke, he'd felt the latent disappointment. Obi-Wan knows he has as much of this on his shoulders as there could be. He'd been the one to train Anakin, after all. ]

And you'd much rather ignore it? Allow it to speak for all of us?

[ He scoffs. ]

It seems everyone's already deciding what we deserve. What was arguably cohesive a month ago is in pieces now and if I didn't know better, I'd guess we all thought better of ourselves than to acknowledge we could be approaching this incorrectly.

[ Looking down at his ice cream, he realizes his appetite is suddenly gone and he discards the container in an entirely too wasteful manner. ]

I'm no liar now, Han Solo, but if I am to be the Ben Kenobi you remember, then I accept my part. If it was my own pain that forced me to keep information from Luke, then I was wrong, regardless of my feelings at the time.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Yeah? You tell me, what's the correct way to approach this?

[Because being really angry feels like the right response to him. Fruitless, maybe, but he can buy that there are some things which, once shattered, can't be repaired. Funnily, he'd said nearly as much to Anakin about his lack of a relationship with his son.

Shaking his head, he considers throwing his dessert away as well, electing to hold onto it only out of inexplicable stubbornness.]

You haven't seen the things he's done.