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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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[ Does he bathe? He looks more like he rugged sort who could take cleanliness or leave it. She's definitely seen his type many a time back home. In some ways, it's a bit comforting. More comforting than the way their cab sounds at the moment.... ]
You could try that. Just a bit of friendly advice. And you could even find someone else to join you. Do each other a favor and wash that potent scent off your backs.
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Sure, Han's a rugged, dashing sort of person, or so he will claim. But living in close quarters with a Wookiee can often make one consider at least the idea of getting a bath at the soonest opportunity, if only to not suffocate themselves with the combined stench.
At least the perfume's a little bit nicer than Wookiee.]
Trust me, I did try. How else would I know? [A huff.] 'Sides, I can't really think of anyone I'd ask to join me in the 'fresher. [Besides Leia, but Leia is not here, so.]
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[ And whether she believes him is up for debate. After all, maybe she would be more inclined if she knew what a wookie was! She draws her shall a bit tighter around her shoulders. ]
It's the next part of what you said that's the less credible half. I don't care how new you are to this world -- surely you must have met someone by now you could potentially see yourself in the fresher alongside. It cannot have escaped your notice that we all are incredibly attractive people. It's as though that is the standard that gets us into this world.
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[Busted, caught, etc. But his eyes do dart to the rear view mirror again, and there's real surprise there, because frankly, he hadn't noticed.]
It kinda did, actually. [To his credit, it's sheepishly admitted.] I had too many things on my mind to pay attention to who I'd want to be in the 'fresher with. Hypothetically speaking. [Like just being recently freed from two months stuck in a block of carbonite and adjusting to being stuck on one world, anyway.] Why, you offering?
[And now he's right back to being sarcastic.]
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Not unless you plan to be the one to pay me for the ride rather than the other way around.
[ She's a business woman through and through. But her expression sobers to ask a more serious question, genuinely curious. ]
What sorts of things did you have on your mind?