[SHIPS AND YOU IN ANOTHER GALAXY FAR AWAY FROM HERE || free for all; threadjacking welcome]
[Look, there's only one reason why Han is even here at this panel at all, let alone hosting it: money. Lots of it. Enough money that he could afford a month's worth of car repairs with some left over to splurge on this con, so here he is.
In retrospect, he really should've bargained for a lot more, because from the outset—when he'd asked for the drawings the audience members had brought along—there'd been Trouble. Apparently, ships meant something different to most of these people, which was a bit unsettling and uncomfortable to have to clear up.
Now they're talking about ships—actual ships, mind, not whatever the fans think it means—and when the topic drifts to speed, well, Han just can't resist showing his bias.]
Well, my ship's the fastest in our galaxy. I'd bet you anything it'd keep that title here too, even up against yours.
[Damn it, Han.]
[one: artist's alley]
[Really, there's nothing like seeing twelve different people putting up posters of you in various poses for sale to realize that, well, crap, you're famous now. Semi-famous? Whatever, Han's been getting one hell of an ego boost just being at this con. He ends up buying up half the posters depicting people he knows, like Luke and Cassian and Jyn and Elena and even Yuri, and then drifts nearer to the, ah, less safe for work depictions.
Oh, hey, here's a book where he's shirtless and Luke is in his arms! That's, uh, weird. He picks it up, flips through it, and just stares, stunned, at a panel that he knows for a fact is not anatomically possible for humans.]
I'm not this flexible. Nobody's that flexible. [A moment's pause, then:] And they got my nose and my hair wrong on top of that!
[two: cosplay contest]
[Someone roped Han into this contest, and although he's not actually participating in the contest himself, as evidenced by his casual wear, he is absolutely wrecking the dreams of a whole truckload of Han Solo cosplayers by just—being his regular self.]
Yeah, I know that's a wig, pretty damn obvious it's a wig even from, what, three klicks away? And where are the bloodstripes on your pants? Those are important. [He's being reasonable here! He's not shouting or anything, but it's very clear that he finds all this attention and devotion kind of uncomfortable. Like, why would anyone want to emulate how he dresses even for a day?
Let's not even get started on the AU versions. He turns to one now, plants his hands on his hips, stares at them in confusion.] Why would I wear anything like that? Never even seen it before in my life, and trust me, buddy, I've seen plenty of things.
[three: wild card!]
[Han will be all over the place during the convention, occasionally stopping to take a picture with some enthusiastic fan (which never lasts beyond one picture, because then Han immediately rolls away in another direction) or to buy something off a merchant or even just to take a breather and get a snack. The point is, you can catch Han doing any number of things, before and after the disaster of his panel, all over Fanport: visiting other people's panels, hanging out by the refreshments, standing on the sidelines during the rave with a drink in hand, you name it.]
Han Solo / that one panel about ships | OTA
[Look, there's only one reason why Han is even here at this panel at all, let alone hosting it: money. Lots of it. Enough money that he could afford a month's worth of car repairs with some left over to splurge on this con, so here he is.
In retrospect, he really should've bargained for a lot more, because from the outset—when he'd asked for the drawings the audience members had brought along—there'd been Trouble. Apparently, ships meant something different to most of these people, which was a bit unsettling and uncomfortable to have to clear up.
Now they're talking about ships—actual ships, mind, not whatever the fans think it means—and when the topic drifts to speed, well, Han just can't resist showing his bias.]
Well, my ship's the fastest in our galaxy. I'd bet you anything it'd keep that title here too, even up against yours.
[Damn it, Han.]
[one: artist's alley]
[Really, there's nothing like seeing twelve different people putting up posters of you in various poses for sale to realize that, well, crap, you're famous now. Semi-famous? Whatever, Han's been getting one hell of an ego boost just being at this con. He ends up buying up half the posters depicting people he knows, like Luke and Cassian and Jyn and Elena and even Yuri, and then drifts nearer to the, ah, less safe for work depictions.
Oh, hey, here's a book where he's shirtless and Luke is in his arms! That's, uh, weird. He picks it up, flips through it, and just stares, stunned, at a panel that he knows for a fact is not anatomically possible for humans.]
I'm not this flexible. Nobody's that flexible. [A moment's pause, then:] And they got my nose and my hair wrong on top of that!
[two: cosplay contest]
[Someone roped Han into this contest, and although he's not actually participating in the contest himself, as evidenced by his casual wear, he is absolutely wrecking the dreams of a whole truckload of Han Solo cosplayers by just—being his regular self.]
Yeah, I know that's a wig, pretty damn obvious it's a wig even from, what, three klicks away? And where are the bloodstripes on your pants? Those are important. [He's being reasonable here! He's not shouting or anything, but it's very clear that he finds all this attention and devotion kind of uncomfortable. Like, why would anyone want to emulate how he dresses even for a day?
Let's not even get started on the AU versions. He turns to one now, plants his hands on his hips, stares at them in confusion.] Why would I wear anything like that? Never even seen it before in my life, and trust me, buddy, I've seen plenty of things.
[three: wild card!]
[Han will be all over the place during the convention, occasionally stopping to take a picture with some enthusiastic fan (which never lasts beyond one picture, because then Han immediately rolls away in another direction) or to buy something off a merchant or even just to take a breather and get a snack. The point is, you can catch Han doing any number of things, before and after the disaster of his panel, all over Fanport: visiting other people's panels, hanging out by the refreshments, standing on the sidelines during the rave with a drink in hand, you name it.]