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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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He clambers out of the driver's seat to help with the aquarium.] Here, lift that seat up a little, I've got a place--
[That place just happens to be a secret compartment that is blessedly clear, at the moment, of anything that would've landed Han in deep trouble. Even with the compartment, though, it's probably going to be a tight squeeze.]
What's this thing for, anyway?
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[ the Doctor takes Han's comment about how it's a long time to stay on one planet in stride. Because really? It is a long time to stay on a planet! The Doctor's the sort who jets from planet to planet on a weekly basis, being stuck somewhere for a year is ridiculously long.
Thankfully, they manage to wedge the aquarium in the compartment fairly well, though the Doctor knows that he's going to be a bit smushed in the back seat. ]
It's a crabitat! [ said with a griiiiin. ] I've got these hermit crabs and their old aquarium has a nasty crack in it, so I'm buying this one so the crabs can have somewhere new to live!
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Nice crabitat. How'd you get these hermit crabs, then? [This is the kind of information that wouldn't really do Han any good in the long run, and thus the kind that he should probably not be asking after, but hey. The guy seems like he likes talking about his crabs, and Han's feeling nice today, he'll indulge.]
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They're named Pavarotti, Domingo, and Carreras--the Three Tenors of hermit crabs!
[ he's such a proud crab dad. ]
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[The Three Tenors, however, just gets a blank look instead. Han's from space, Pavarotti, Domingo and Carreras are not quite as popular in the galaxy's criminal underbelly as they probably should be. Some people just have no taste at all.]
The—what, again?
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[ It's explained in a very matter-of-fact tone: there's no judging from the Doctor's end. Because man, poor Han. This guy's probably from some sort of awful world that doesn't have the Three Tenors or doesn't have opera to begin with. The Porter brings in all sorts, it seems. ]
I think a couple of them have already passed at this time in this timeline but I'm not entirely sure. Death's one of those linear things that I keep mucking up.