i am a man of many hats

[carbonfrozen]

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.]

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[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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[carbonfrozen]

What, you can leave?

[That's a surprise, all Han's heard is how difficult it is to even get off of this planet. But he starts the car after a small amount of swearing at the engine in one or two languages Revan might find familiar (start, you blasted karking piece of--), and pulls away from the curb.

He's never been to the Helix Station before, but he's got a route already mapped out in his head. He takes a left turn, says:] And how long were you gone, anyway?

[exsithstential]

Mm, not by choice.

[To his credit, Revan sits by patiently waiting for Han to manage his business. Jedi like patience, you might say... In fact if it was going to take any longer he was moments away from offering to fix it for him.

But the familiar jargon does draw a curious, and somewhat alarmed look. Was it just a coincidence that someone used the same slang from his universe?]

...About a year. I think. Winking in and out of existence can be a bit disorienting. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.

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[Han's too busy paying attention to the road to pay attention to Revan's alarmed expression. If this is what having superpowers is like, no thanks, it's making Han's life much harder than it needs to be.]

Han. [He doesn't say Han Solo. Even now, with his guard lowered significantly by the perfume still hanging around, the old habit of distrust of strangers, drilled into him by three years or so of looking over his shoulder for Jabba's bounty hunters, rears its head.] You got one?

[exsithstential]

Of course. [He smirks, leaving just long enough of a playful pause to shed doubt on if he was going to answer or not.] Revan.

Arni’soyacho ni ma’allesh, secura Han.

[Roughly translated from Ryl, the language of the Twi'leks, and the language of at least one of Han's chosen curses: "Formally: Thank you for the safe trip, skilled Han." It was both polite, but also a bit of teasing remark to have used the formal version of thank you. Especially with the hiccups in the trip thus far.

But Revan's smile did match his intention for mirth rather than insult.]

[carbonfrozen]

[Han's Ryl is rusty, and barely existent besides Han's cursing and some other phrases, but he knows what it sounds like when he hears it. He looks at Revan through the rear view mirror once more, clearly surprised.]

You're gonna have to tell me what that means, your Ryl's a lot better than mine. [If it is Ryl, and Han suspects it is.] You're, what, the second person I've met from my galaxy?

[Which raises his guard all the more, despite Han acting somewhat casual, because he's never heard of this Revan. He can only wonder if he's with the Rebellion or the Empire or, hell, a bounty hunter, and hope he won't link a friendly taxi driver with known rebel Han Solo right now.]

[exsithstential]

And you're about my third, not including myself of course.

[Revan smiles, giving the reflection of Han's eyes a slight bow. Pleased not only to be right, but because there was just something satisfying knowing there were more people from his universe. Somehow it made him feel less alone. Even if he really had no connection to most of the people coming through.]

I was just thanking you for your courtesy. You seem to have... [He gives the taxi a quick glance around, which looks conspicuously like an eye roll.] ...adapted, to your new surroundings.