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[cigarbribery]

WHO: Foggy Nelson and Padmé Amidala
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: when the new arrivals were coming in, soooo first week or so of October.
WHAT: a continuation of this thread.
WARNINGS: none so far other than a blanket Star Wars warning (discussion of war that may or may not come up) just to be safe! will update if anything specific happens.

Please, because from what I hear, this place can be pricey.

[He's not hurting for money, and he smiles to show her he's just kidding—it's just that after years of student debt and surviving off ramen and Red Bull, and after a solid year of worrying about funds for Nelson & Murdock, Foggy can't quite get out of that mindset. He pushes the door open and gestures.]

After you.

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[senateur]

[ The smile is appreciated, because while she's never had any monetary problems, she isn't the type to be blind to the problems others face. And in a way it's a reminder of her own situation here, which is vastly different than what she'd left behind. She will need to be mindful of her expenses until she has a firmer grasp of the way this planet works. ]

Thank you. [ With a smile of her own, Padmé steps inside, taking stock of the café, from the patrons to the layout of the tables, comparing it immediately to the restaurants on Coruscant. They were different, and yet so much the same. She glances back at Foggy over her shoulder. ] This is my first time visiting somewhere quite like this.

[cigarbribery]

[There are some vague, surface similarities between Coruscanti restaurants and this little café—the general layout, for one thing, as well as the clientele, who happen to be dressed a little bit better than Foggy's generally used to seeing in the restaurants that he frequents. The differences, however, are stark: the café is made up to look like a rustic homestead, and while its success at the idea is...debatable, there's no denying that at least it's dedicated to the aesthetic.

Foggy shoves his hands into his pockets.]

It's kinda my first time too, I usually go for places close to my office, but someone recommended this café to me. I figured, why not?

[He shuts the door behind him now, and leads Padmé to an empty table away from the window, where someone could see.]

wow i'm sorry to fail at this so spectacularly

[senateur]

[ There's a sense of coziness to the café that feels a bit forced but not uncomfortable. Perhaps after a time it really will settle into the atmosphere and become more natural, but for now it's still quite charming.

Following Foggy's lead, Padmé settles into a seat and folds her hands in front of her on the tabletop. ]

I'm glad we can share this experience together, then. Something new that isn't tied to the memories I no longer have.

[ Because that does worry her, the distress she'll cause to others who will expect her to still hold those memories. Friendships and loved ones forgotten as easily as yesterday's breakfast. It bothers her far more than she can say, and so she moves on to another subject without missing a beat. ]

How long have you been in this world, Foggy?

it ok!

[cigarbribery]

It's been—god, over a year. [He'd come here in September, last year, and it's October now. How time flies.] I think you were here before I was. You became the imPort Ambassador for Maurtia Falls a little after we met up—people might ask about that, by the way, it's a pretty high-profile position.

[And there is still a crack in Foggy's heart, because he'd liked Padmé, they'd been good friends, and he'd admired her very much. Still, he's a champ by now at not letting that on, so he shrugs and moves on:]

Did you meet anyone you know here just yet? I know there's a few people from your galaxy here, but they're from all over the place, so far as I know.

[senateur]

[ Over a year? And she'd been here before that? Goodness. Just how much had she forgotten upon her return... The memories of being an Ambassador are certainly nowhere to be found now, though it doesn't surprise her in the slightest that she'd assumed such a position. It does make her wonder about whether to try doing so again, or instead pursue a different path. ]

I have met a few people, yes. Members of my family, specifically, who are all from my future. It's been difficult trying to grasp the full situation, honestly.

[cigarbribery]

[A soft chuckle.] Yeah, that'll be common.

[There's at least one person here who's from the future of his world, even if he doesn't know her from anywhere that's not this world.]

This place pulls people in from all over the timeline. Doesn't matter if they're from the future or the past, on the same side or not, everyone's fair game for the Porter. The best you can do is just roll with it.

[senateur]

[ Roll with it. That's a turn of phrase she's never heard before, so she files it away for the future. ]

I am trying to do just that as much as possible. It wasn't quite as easy as it sounds when I learned my children are here who I haven't had yet, and my grandson is likely older than I am.

[ Despite that, she has been tanking things quite well. She still has so many questions, but there is no shortage of people willing to answer them when she is ready. ]

[cigarbribery]

Oh, shit. [A beat, then:] Sorry! I mean, congrats on meeting your kids and your grandson, but man, I can't imagine how awkward that is.

[He is secretly kind of glad he's not the one who has to deal with his future kids and grandkids. That's a whole new level of weird that Foggy's just not prepared for.]

There are a few people from your time here, so far as I know, but I haven't met them so I can't say. I did talk to a General Grievous over the network, though. He was [okay, how to put this delicately?] very focused on short-term solutions for a long-standing problem, let's say.