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maskormenacelogs2018-02-03 08:10 am
carbonfrozen) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-02-03 08:10 am
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i've been known to give my all
WHO: Han Solo and you!
WHERE: Heropa and De Chima
WHEN: sometime before V-Day!
WHAT: guess who's prepping for a big Valentine's Day date? yep. Han Solo.
WARNINGS: default Star Wars warnings (likely casual discussions of war and space violence) and also enough fluff to rot your teeth.
[heropa]
[Han splits his time evenly between Heropa and De Chima now, having moved much of his stuff into Leia's place even though he hasn't officially moved himself. For one thing, Luke is still next door. For another thing, Han is still addicted to the coffee in his own house, so.
For residents of Heropa #18, they can find Han in the kitchen early in the morning, scrolling on a tablet as he takes a sip of coffee, a cooling croissant he clearly bought on the way here sitting pretty on the counter. Lean over his shoulder and take a look at what he's doing, and he's clearly looking up fancy restaurants in Heropa and De Chima, discarding ones with terrible reviews and ratings and ones that seem a little too gaudy.
He glances up.]
If you don't have any suggestions, there's already a pot on the counter. [He makes a dismissive shooing gesture. Rude.
For everybody else, Han can be found checking out restaurants and cafés all over town, parking his junk heap taxicab right outside as he heads in. Step inside after a moment, and you can find him arguing with the maître d' over pricing, reservations, live music, decorations—anything. Probably even taking a few shots from the maître d' as well, over his general scruffy-looking appearance and the car parked outside, like this:]
I'm not gonna go find another parking space, are you kidding me?! What am I gonna do, park five blocks away, walk down here just 'cause you're picky over who gets to park in front of your "grand establishment"?!
[Either that, or he can be found already booted out, grumbling under his breath as he yanks his car door open.
Or, rarely, he actually walks out with a self-satisfied little smile, as if he won something priceless while inside, and whistling as he pulls his car door open. He's off-duty right now, but if you pay him enough while he's in this good mood, he'll take you anywhere you want. And he won't even overcharge if you complain about the smell!]
[de chima]
[It's much the same story in De Chima: he's still cruising around looking for fancy restaurants that might be best for a first date. There's a difference, though—in between checking out fancy restaurants, he's also at more high-class confectionery shops, browsing through the offerings. He's especially interested in the Valentine's Day promos, though he winces a little at the price when he asks.]
Come on, it's almost Valentine's Day. [Did he know what Valentine's Day was before arriving here? Nope. Is that going to stop him from invoking it in order to get a little discount out of it? Also a nope.] And I got someone I wanna treat right. Can't you just shave a little off the price?
—whaddaya mean it's already discounted?
[At the end of the day, Han can be found right outside of a department store, with a heart-shaped box of chocolates under his arm. In his defense, it's the most expensive box of chocolates in the department store, and it's still a great deal cheaper than all the high-end sweet shops he tried. He's a little sullen over having to lower his standards, sure, but other than that he's doing really well.
Now all he has to do is buy a tux. He checks his wallet again and sighs.
Scratch that. All he has to do is rent a tux. Or, worst-case scenario, throw his cleanest vest, shirt and pants into a washing machine, give them a little whirl.]
WHERE: Heropa and De Chima
WHEN: sometime before V-Day!
WHAT: guess who's prepping for a big Valentine's Day date? yep. Han Solo.
WARNINGS: default Star Wars warnings (likely casual discussions of war and space violence) and also enough fluff to rot your teeth.
[heropa]
[Han splits his time evenly between Heropa and De Chima now, having moved much of his stuff into Leia's place even though he hasn't officially moved himself. For one thing, Luke is still next door. For another thing, Han is still addicted to the coffee in his own house, so.
For residents of Heropa #18, they can find Han in the kitchen early in the morning, scrolling on a tablet as he takes a sip of coffee, a cooling croissant he clearly bought on the way here sitting pretty on the counter. Lean over his shoulder and take a look at what he's doing, and he's clearly looking up fancy restaurants in Heropa and De Chima, discarding ones with terrible reviews and ratings and ones that seem a little too gaudy.
He glances up.]
If you don't have any suggestions, there's already a pot on the counter. [He makes a dismissive shooing gesture. Rude.
For everybody else, Han can be found checking out restaurants and cafés all over town, parking his junk heap taxicab right outside as he heads in. Step inside after a moment, and you can find him arguing with the maître d' over pricing, reservations, live music, decorations—anything. Probably even taking a few shots from the maître d' as well, over his general scruffy-looking appearance and the car parked outside, like this:]
I'm not gonna go find another parking space, are you kidding me?! What am I gonna do, park five blocks away, walk down here just 'cause you're picky over who gets to park in front of your "grand establishment"?!
[Either that, or he can be found already booted out, grumbling under his breath as he yanks his car door open.
Or, rarely, he actually walks out with a self-satisfied little smile, as if he won something priceless while inside, and whistling as he pulls his car door open. He's off-duty right now, but if you pay him enough while he's in this good mood, he'll take you anywhere you want. And he won't even overcharge if you complain about the smell!]
[de chima]
[It's much the same story in De Chima: he's still cruising around looking for fancy restaurants that might be best for a first date. There's a difference, though—in between checking out fancy restaurants, he's also at more high-class confectionery shops, browsing through the offerings. He's especially interested in the Valentine's Day promos, though he winces a little at the price when he asks.]
Come on, it's almost Valentine's Day. [Did he know what Valentine's Day was before arriving here? Nope. Is that going to stop him from invoking it in order to get a little discount out of it? Also a nope.] And I got someone I wanna treat right. Can't you just shave a little off the price?
—whaddaya mean it's already discounted?
[At the end of the day, Han can be found right outside of a department store, with a heart-shaped box of chocolates under his arm. In his defense, it's the most expensive box of chocolates in the department store, and it's still a great deal cheaper than all the high-end sweet shops he tried. He's a little sullen over having to lower his standards, sure, but other than that he's doing really well.
Now all he has to do is buy a tux. He checks his wallet again and sighs.
Scratch that. All he has to do is rent a tux. Or, worst-case scenario, throw his cleanest vest, shirt and pants into a washing machine, give them a little whirl.]
de chima
So imagine his surprise when he runs into that raggedy scoundrel friend of his on his way to see his tailor. ]
Han! What are you up to this afternoon?
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He just sighs.]
Nothing, really. Just looking for a place with a cheap tux.
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A tux? Doesn't seem like your style.
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[So: the tux, the chocolates, the restaurants.]
Turns out a box of chocolates is more of a pain than I thought it'd be to get.
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[ But it's nice to see his old friend putting forth an effort, for Leia's sake. He smiles, and claps Han on the shoulder. ]
C'mon, follow me. My tailor does great work, and I can probably talk him into giving you a discount on that tux.
no subject
[A pause, during which he weighs the pros and cons of this option in his head, before he sighs when he hears the word discount. He really needs that discount.]
Your tailor have anything in white, by any chance? And—what'd they call a spavat here?
no subject
[ It's all sickly sweet, this romance deal, but he'll enjoy it from afar and maybe help Han win Leia over. That's enough for him. ]
He's got a wide selection. And Earth spavats are called ties. They come in all sorts of different types. Regular ties, bow ties, and even [ he gestures to the bolo tie he's currently wearing ] ones like these.
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[He's thankful for Lando's tailor apparently having a very wide selection of tuxes, he really is, but he just blinks down at the bolo tie. What? The hell is that tie?]
That's a piece of string with a fancy little clasp. They call that a spa—I mean, tie here? [Respectable businessmen's fashions are so weird, seriously.]
no subject
Of a sort. It's called a bolo. [ So far he's mostly seen them in the Southern cities. Not so much in Maurtia Falls. ]
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[A beat.]
The gazebo they were selling all that perfume in exploded. Couldn't get the smell out for days. [He's not exaggerating this time. The scent just kept hanging around him, no matter how much showering he did.]
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[ He's careful about his cologne, unlike some people who prefer the smell of engine grease. ]
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[Because he really does not want to have to deal with imPort craziness on a date.]
...and just. What would you give a princess, show her you really like her? [You can say it, Han. You can say you love her. It's just three words, and she's not even around to hear them.] That she's—special?
no subject
[ As if he couldn't already guess. He comes to a halt at an intersection, pressing the button on the crosswalk and waiting for the light to change. ]
If I were trying to impress a princess... I'd try to give her an experience she's never had before. Show her I'm not like every other guy vying for her attention.