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maskormenacelogs2017-02-13 04:52 pm
carbonfrozen) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-13 04:52 pm
i am a man of many hats
WHO: Han Solo and you, you lucky dog. also, residents of Heropa #018.
WHERE: Heropa for the first prompt, but the option for going to other cities is there too.
WHEN: after the swear-in ceremony
WHAT: you know that explosion at the swear-in? guess who was near that explosion? guess who is now feeling much friendlier than usual? yep. it's Han.
WARNINGS: nothing yet, will update if needed.
[closed to heropa #18 residents]
[Han has not dropped by his assigned housing much more beyond the bare minimum for sleep, having busied himself with figuring out what to do now that he's stuck here in this world. If anyone managed to catch him fresh from sleep, they'd have probably gotten a short grumble before he started his day with something snatched thoughtlessly from the fridge, and you'd be forgiven for thinking he's something of an antisocial character.
This makes today a bit odd, because for some reason? He went and made toast. Slightly burnt toast, but still. This is already odd enough in itself, because Han's not one for making toast for other people he barely even knows, but he's actually stuck around for breakfast, for whoever decides to step inside after him.]
Hey. [A little nod, and a friendly smile.] Didn't know what anyone wanted here, so I figured toast was a safe bet.
[That's nice? But also, something is off here. And it isn't just the lingering stench.]
[open]
[And this weird friendly feeling extends to his job. For some reason Han's feeling generous today, kind and even slightly more considerate than he usually is, which is strange enough even without the smell of the perfume still hanging around him. And there's still perfume hanging around him, clinging to his clothes and now to the upholstery of his taxi.
Also strange—besides the occasional engine breakdown, which still draws Han's ire so at least that's still normal—is the fact that half the time he seems to end up taking a route that ends up with the car stuck in traffic, or in front of a dead end, or broken down on the side of the road while Han gives the engine a good once-over while muttering darkly under his breath and smacking something hard.
But that's long after the ride starts. Here's what happens at the start of it, assuming the engine started on the first try:]
So I'm curious. Why don't you tell me something about where we're going? [Part of this is Han wanting to gather information, especially if the destination seems an important place. Part of this is just Han filling the time with small talk, which is partly the perfume's fault.]
WHERE: Heropa for the first prompt, but the option for going to other cities is there too.
WHEN: after the swear-in ceremony
WHAT: you know that explosion at the swear-in? guess who was near that explosion? guess who is now feeling much friendlier than usual? yep. it's Han.
WARNINGS: nothing yet, will update if needed.
[closed to heropa #18 residents]
[Han has not dropped by his assigned housing much more beyond the bare minimum for sleep, having busied himself with figuring out what to do now that he's stuck here in this world. If anyone managed to catch him fresh from sleep, they'd have probably gotten a short grumble before he started his day with something snatched thoughtlessly from the fridge, and you'd be forgiven for thinking he's something of an antisocial character.
This makes today a bit odd, because for some reason? He went and made toast. Slightly burnt toast, but still. This is already odd enough in itself, because Han's not one for making toast for other people he barely even knows, but he's actually stuck around for breakfast, for whoever decides to step inside after him.]
Hey. [A little nod, and a friendly smile.] Didn't know what anyone wanted here, so I figured toast was a safe bet.
[That's nice? But also, something is off here. And it isn't just the lingering stench.]
[open]
[And this weird friendly feeling extends to his job. For some reason Han's feeling generous today, kind and even slightly more considerate than he usually is, which is strange enough even without the smell of the perfume still hanging around him. And there's still perfume hanging around him, clinging to his clothes and now to the upholstery of his taxi.
Also strange—besides the occasional engine breakdown, which still draws Han's ire so at least that's still normal—is the fact that half the time he seems to end up taking a route that ends up with the car stuck in traffic, or in front of a dead end, or broken down on the side of the road while Han gives the engine a good once-over while muttering darkly under his breath and smacking something hard.
But that's long after the ride starts. Here's what happens at the start of it, assuming the engine started on the first try:]
So I'm curious. Why don't you tell me something about where we're going? [Part of this is Han wanting to gather information, especially if the destination seems an important place. Part of this is just Han filling the time with small talk, which is partly the perfume's fault.]
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[Just because the perfume's making him much friendlier towards other people doesn't mean he's that friendly towards bad puns. But instead of zoning out like he usually would, he looks at the girl through the rear view mirror, actually interested in what she's got to say about her job.]
If it's got art and people standing around talking about art, it's probably an art gallery. [Han, how would you know, you've never even set foot in a gallery before.] And hey, at least you're working in one now, didn't even need to go on vacation.
[He huffs out a breath.]
Yeah, they gave me the job. [They've got a sense of irony, he'll give them that much.] Some days are better than others.
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[It's amazing and not as scary as it once was. For once, her mind is not filled with the possibility that every stranger could be dangerous, a potential killer like her father or Hannibal, or an authority wanting to lock her away. Riding in the taxi was proof of that. Short of jumping out of the cab, there was no easy way out if something went wrong and yet she didn't feel nervous at all.]
"I guess that's the way most things are. Sometimes you're the pigeon, sometimes you're the statue."
It was the type of expression Hannibal would have hated, but she'd also lost most of the fear that he would show up and be disappointed or worse.
"You probably get to know your way around Heropa pretty well."
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But at least his job seems to be going pretty well today. Besides the usual engine malfunctions, anyway.]
And which one are you now?
[Because frankly, Han would probably prefer to be the pigeon.]
I've been doing nothing but knowing Heropa pretty well over the past few days. [There's a hint of pride in that tone, like he enjoys knowing the places he visits. The better, you see, to figure out the best routes for smuggling.] I'm kinda hoping to get to know the other cities better.
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[Abigail's done that for a long time. She played by her father's rules and then Hannibal's. She's used to doing whatever she's supposed to. She smirks at his question]
Am I the pigeon or the statue? Neither, at the moment. It's been a good day I guess."
[And that was usually a rare thing in her mind. Things always went wrong, people were always victims of something. She'd been more optimistic lately though.]
"Oh, yeah? Have you got a favourite spot in Heropa already? Or a list of places to stay away from?
[Even with the rose-tinted glasses, she knew certain things should be avoided.]
The other cities are nice. I haven't been to them in a while, but when I was new I checked them all out.
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[At least one of them is having a good day so far. Han's not exactly a fan of his power right now, considering how often it screws with the taxi.]
Mostly, dark alleys and dead ends. [This is more for Abigail's benefit than an actual list, because Han is absolutely going to walk into a dark alley anyway, he's confident enough in his swing.] I'll get back to you on the favorite spot, I ain't got one just yet.
[His gaze darts to her face in the mirror.] How nice? [Casual, with all the interest of a tourist who wants to hear about the attractions of each town.]
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[There's a hint of bitterness creeping into her thoughts, due to memories of the hallucination, or whatever it was, she'd experienced in an alley. That hadn't been in Heropa though, and she forces the memory to the back of her mind.]
"They're each nice in their own way. Cape Canaveral is right on the coast. De Chima has great shopping and all kinds of deals for imports. Nonah has good people, very nice to out of towners."
[The kind of people that made good victims, if she were still with her father. That's another thought that goes to the back of her mind.]
"Maurtia Falls is very pretty and has good food."
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[Cape Canaveral, De Chima, Nonah, Maurtia Falls. Han quietly files those away as the car turns around a corner. So far so good, he hopes it doesn't break down on once he gets to a stoplight. That's happened at least twice today.]
I'm guessing Cape Canaveral just has great views and not much else? [He poses this as a question—he wants to be proven wrong, at least on this much.]
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[She is only 18, most of her drinking experience is limited to having had wine with Hannibal at dinner. On rough days, she might try to sneak a drink somewhere, but she was always very cautious not to do anything that would attract attention. She doesn't want to get in trouble with the law here.]
"Cape Canaveral has some good parks, places to see sea life, the space centre and a couple of museums. Boat rides and fishing too."