helloeverybunny | OPEN RP POST • STAR WARS MINGLE ⭐️

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OPEN RP POST • STAR WARS MINGLE ⭐️

whatever it is you've been doing
you are now in Canto Bight!

That's right. It's just like those jamjar games. One moment you're minding your own business, and then... poof!
You're in Canto Bight for no apparent reason.
(Or you've always wanted to be here, and you finally did it. Whatever, we're not the cops.)

That's not the weirdest part, though. Because you might be seeing double.
It's like the time-space continuum collapsed over the city
and now doubles and multiples of you or people you ~~like~~ ~~hate~~ ~~want to kill~~ know are appearing.
So go have fun with that!

HOW TO PLAY:

Toplevel your character. Different version/AU, different toplevel please.
Add a short background or link to an info post, and indicate prefs. TELL US WHAT KIND OF SHENANIGANS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR. Shipping, smut, family reunions, dark side shenanigans, murder, a Ben Solo smackdown...
~~Troll~~ Reply to others.
Lather, rise, repeat.
Please note that while the intent of this post is for characters from various Star Wars verses to mingle, you don't need a Star Wars character to play! All characters are welcome — characters AU'd into SW, characters having interacted with SW characters in games and memes, fandom OCs, ship babies, etc.
Have fun and be excellent to each other! ♥

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"They think we're dead, Cassian." Which wasn't an answer, not really, because even though this would be the perfect time, place, and reasoning to essentially just walk away to start a new life, he knew that wasn't the kind of thing Cassian could just do.

"We have two options." There were more than that, there were always more than that, but overwhelming Cassian with them wouldn't do either of them any good, "We find a way to convince them we aren't." Which probably wouldn't be easy, and there was always the chance they might just vanish again after whatever brought them here stopped working, "Or we resign ourselves to helping from the outside as free agents." Which was a less appealing option, he was sure, but would be better if they did end up vanishing again as quickly and mysteriously as they'd arrived.

Cassian nodded, looking off indistinctly. "We can accomplish more as part of the Alliance than on our own." It was something he'd thought about before. And something Draven and Mon Mothma had talked at him before. Kicking you out would just deprive us of an asset and deprive you of resource. Besides, anyone could always vanish (read: die) at any moment. Cassian never expected to have a future. One still had to function as if they were going to stick around.

But there was a second thought… he looked up at Kay. "What if… I wasn't alone on that beach, Kay. What if some of the others are back, too? Is there a way to find them?" He didn't expect Kay to know better than Cassian himself, on that front, but he was at a loss, so it was worth asking aloud.

"Was anyone wearing a tracking device?" He doubted as much, but as far as finding anyone it was either that or go back inside and find a good vantage point so he could run facial recognition scans on the crowd.

"And we'll need a reason to stay put, being hugely famous only works as an excuse for so long without actually gambling at the extremely fancy casino."

Cassian shook his head, a bit unhappily. Stupid question. But… if he was here… Jyn?—

At that next, Cassian frowned. "Famous?" Neither of them should be, if he'd been doing his job right all these years. "You might need to cut me some slack while I catch up to speed, here." For all his varied experiences with the Rebellion, he'd never actually died and come back before.

His head tilted, and if he'd had eyebrows to raise he would have lifted them, "Are we using a different cover story when we go back inside?"

Mostly he suspected that the news of Alderaan was what had shaken any previous decisions from Cassian's mind, but that was what Kay was there for, to remind him of things when needed.

"Oh." Cassian shook his head at himself. "Right. Sorry. Thanks." Having Kay here was… well, aside from being a mindblasting heartbursting impossible miracle: very much needed. Kay wouldn't coddle him, or let things slide past for the sake of his feelings, but he would, far more importantly (and capably), take care of him. One of the only beings in the galaxy Cassian had ever trusted to do that.

He shook himself; mentally smacked himself in the face. Focus. "If anyone else is here, they" (she) "wouldn't be waiting around for us. So we'll proceed as if alone, too. I don't have any credits on me. Safe to assume we don't have a ship. Your functioning seems good, but I should probably get some sleep before taking any big steps." Like steal a ship, which seemed their only real option; but it would be good if it weren't, hence wanting to get back to a frame of mind where he might be able to come up with another. There was one option, at least: "I ever tell you about Ymya?"

Credits weren't entirely necessary as long as they had chips, and Kay had already calculated at least a dozen potential ways to get some without actually having credits to pay for them, and would have listed them if Cassian hadn't asked him a question.

He didn't even have to think about the response, because while he knew a good many stories about Cassian's missions before he'd hijacked Kay himself, that wasn't one he recognized, and he shook his head, "No, you haven't, is it relevant to the situation at hand?"

Cassian nodded. "She runs an escort service here. A clean one." Meaning: one of the rarer kind where the employees actually chose the work, and could also choose to leave. "Few times I've been here, I would hire someone from her, for show. They like me 'cause I wouldn't sleep with them but still paid as if I had. She might have a cot I could crash on for a few hours." Tilted his head regarding Kay. "If so, would you want to take a break with me, or keep working out here? I think Canto Bight's pretty safe for droid to go unaccompanied." Unlike many Imperial-held worlds.

"It would be best if we stay together." He didn't have any actual statistics to back that statement up, and only partly because he didn't have a frame of reference for what would happen if they were separated. Certainly he had a few past experiences to draw from, but the situations were dissimilar enough -mostly due to the 'we might still be dead' factor- that they would make for a flawed prediction and he hated being wrong even more than he sometimes hated being right.

That was what Cassian privately preferred, too; despite [always] wanting to give Kay options, especially of more experience and life independent of Cassian. For now, "Okay. Good." Finally, he stood again, stretching one arm at a time. "I remember the way." Assuming the place was still there, and assuming Ymya was agreeable, a few hours' sleep it was and then hopefully more of his brain getting back together to properly plan them off this hatefully manicured planet and back.

(To the cause they'd just literally died for.)

"How's your physical state, by the way?" Kay looked undamaged; and if Cassian was miraculously healed of all his injuries, it'd… well, no, not "make sense" because nothing did… but it probably followed Kay would be intact as well. Still worth checking in, now they'd gotten the galactic updates out of the way.

"Self-diagnostic scans show no errors other than internal-external chronometer synchronization mis-match. Eighty-eight," A pause, "Eighty-seven percent internal charge remaining." Which wasn't terrible, it was about what he usually ran at, though he was fairly sure there would be charging stations here, somewhere, and if nothing else he could charge from whatever ship they happened to leave in.

"Well within normal operating parameters." He concluded. He had been mildly surprised at first that he didn't have any blaster-bolt holes in his chassis -or anywhere else- because that was definitely something he remembered happening, but the damage wasn't there, so there was no use dwelling on it.

Internal-external chronometer synchronization mis-match. They'd established that; still, having hard, measurable readings felt like additional evidence. That this wasn't just in their ~~heads~~ ~~processors~~ perceptions. Leave it for now.

Eighty-seven percent charge remaining. "Bet you'll be able to recharge at the hotel." (The vaguest and most casual term for it.) If things hadn't changed, they had some droid employees. Which was unusual only in that they were open about it; not at all unusual in demand.

Otherwise— "Good." I was deactivated. / Closing the vault door now. Cassian had heard, over the commlink…

Stop. Look. Look at him. He's here. He's fine. Don't lose that thinking about losing him. That's called shooting yourself in the—

"Let's get going, then." Cassian put his hands to his knees, preparing to push himself upright—then paused, changed his mind, instead ran his hand down to his ankle.

He did have his smaller blaster there. How in kark had he managed that? He hadn't had it on Scarif.

He hadn't had these clothes and had been injured and had Jyn and hadn't Kay and was lightyears away from being spontaneously here, on Scarif. Keep some perspective.

He looked around, confirmed they were alone, pulled up his pants leg, unholstered the blaster… and, no matter what he'd said before, flipped it to hand handle-first to Kaytoo. "Can you conceal that somewhere? Don't know if they're scanning people exiting but it'll be camouflaged with you, not with me."

Also, subtextually, again and again: I'm so pfassknockfeking glad you're here

That revelation -as well as actually being given the weapon- was enough to have Kay's diodes dimming briefly again in that suspicious squint. He did, however, pop open a maintenance panel on one side of his chassis, taking a moment to secure the blaster on the inside of the plating before snapping it back into place.

Unless they were specifically scanning for weapons it wouldn't register as anything other than just another part, perhaps something that had come loose from where it belonged, or maybe something spare to have a replacement on hand for something that was showing wear. Either way it was concealed and that was the important thing.

He debated just briefly before offering Cassian a hand up, "We should go."

Unhesitating, Cassian took Kay's hand and pulled himself up by it. On impulse, he held onto it a moment longer than necessary, and put to voice what he'd thought before. "I'm glad you're here. With me."

There was a hesitation there, albeit a brief one, because Kay wasn't a sentimental creature by any means, though he did understand that humans were.

Which was why he didn't argue, didn't call out the sentimentality, he just said: "Yes, clearly you need someone to keep you out of trouble." Though without any of the usual sharp edges, as close to a gentle ribbing as Cassian was going to get, and in a way, Kay's own version of sentiment.

Cassian lopsidedly smiled. He'd take it. He let go of Kay's hand, rapped his knuckles gently against Kay's chestplate, then let his arm drop. "Probably best if I stay 'drunk' and you lead the way out of here. I'll take the lead once we're outside. We wanna head for the eastern exit, level two."

In return, Kay bumped Cassian's jaw with the back of one hand again, one light tap before consulting the map he'd downloaded when going through the information terminal downstairs, "This way, the promenade circles the whole building." It was a clever design, really, concentric circles of just promenade at each level, with stairs on every side of the building so that people could either keep walking in circles on whatever level they liked, or could just spiral themselves downward -or upward- at will.

And there's a fresh one… Cassian exhaled a laugh, looped his arm over Kay's and around his back, and put his weight back onto his heels and Kay's arm. "Let's go."

That laugh, even as brief as it was, was enough to reassure Kay that they were doing the right thing, or at least going about it the right way, or that it was going to be alright at least for the next hour or two.

Or some combination of the above, sentiment still wasn't something he was any good at regardless of how often he tried.

He did, however, easily lead his 'drunk' charge down to the second level and out that east side exit, it was a pleasant enough avenue, really, shopping district it seemed, or shopping district this close to the casino at any rate, it probably changed further out as these things often did.

They didn't have any trouble getting out. That was handy. Probably helped that Cassian miraculously didn't look like someone who'd climbed ten stories and smelled of blasterburn—or maybe that was irrelevant when some of the casino's patrons, who'd forgotten to e.g. sleep, looked and stank as bad. Kaytoo, as usual, was also the best of companions: not just lending an air of legitimacy, but someone most people just didn't want trouble with.

Cassian eased out of the drunk act as they continued down the avenue; no transition too jarring to anyone who happened to look at them of a given moment, 'til finally walking on his own power and leading the way. "Just a few blocks," he said casually to Kay. "Anything interesting so far?" i.e. Anybody seem to find them too interesting? No matter how good Cassian had been trained to do it, Kay's ability to scan their surroundings would always be better.

Kay followed easily, amused as he could be by that gradual shift in demeanor one that he gauged mostly by how heavily Cassian was leaning on his arm. It didn't lessen in perfect increments, Cassian didn't have that ability, but it was smoothly done all the same and he was tracking that instead of probability simulations while he kept an eye on their surroundings.

He shook his head at the question, "No, nothing yet, this area appears to be auxiliary buildings to the casino complex." Not residential, but not commercial storefronts either, probably storage or security monitors, maybe vaults.

"Good." And there was the door they need. Cassian touched a sensor on Kay's arm as a cue, and went through the door without knocking.

The place was predictably decorated, all shades-of-red drapery. Apparently, employees wore outfits to match. A tall woman was immediately in front of them with a winning smile. "Can I help you?"

Cassian said, "Could you tell Ymya that Willix is here to see her?"

The woman tilted her head a bit, though her smile didn't falter. "She doesn't use that name anymore, but I'll tell her. Please wait here." She gestured toward a very plush couch. "Make yourselves comfortable." As not everyone, on every planet, would do, she also turned courteously to Kaytoo. "We have a charging station if you so require."

Kay knew enough not to question any given alias, and if he was surprised by being addressed directly he didn't show it, just nodded once and in a gesture that would have surprised anyone who knew him -except probably Cassian- he just said: "Thank you. Once my friend here is settled, I will take you up on that."

So it turned out that Kay did have some kind of manners in there, somewhere, even if he only used them when it was convenient.

The woman didn't know Kay well enough to be surprised, so just smiled and nodded and vanished back the way she'd come.

Cassian was slightly crawling out of his skin to be back here, but shot a compressed smile at Kaytoo. "Very nice."

They didn't have long before—"Will?" A curtain parted. A light-haired woman swept into the room, grinning. "Ha, you are back! We had a wager." She went straight for Cassian, gave him a solid kiss on the mouth, then stood back and looked at him critically. "No offense, dear, but you look terrible. No one's going to follow you in here, are they?"

"No," said Cassian, smiling back, though his was less charming and more exhausted. "I guarantee they won't." (They're on a different plane on a different planet in a different year in a different dimension.) "I am here to beg sanctuary. We don't have many" (any) "credits on us, but if my friend and I could use a spare room for a few hours, to rest and maybe clean up…?"

"Your friend." She'd seen too much, and much stranger, to find that unusual description of a human-droid relationship worth more than a slight smile. "Sure, honey. You can consider it our repayment for your assistance with that Brushaun business. Just don't spread it around, all right? You'd be surprised how much business we do with people who really just want a nap."

"No, I wouldn't." He took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you."

"Don't technique me, hon. You don't play a player." Nonetheless, she was grinning as she withdrew her hand, and gestured for them to follow her.

She led them to a back hallway, less lavish, bypassing many other doorways, which turned into a narrow stairway. At the top was a slant-ceilinged loft. It sported a wall-less 'fresher (toilet, washbasin with mirror, bathtub with feet, even what looked like an old clothing refresher) and a mattress on a wrought metal frame. She went to a corner filled with crates, opened one to pull out some blankets and pillows; opened another and left it so, nodding in indication. "Soap and such in there. There's an old charging station in that corner—if it doesn't work, there are others downstairs. I'm sorry there's no privacy." She mostly refrained from making any tonal innuendo.

"This is great," Cassian said immediately. "Thank you, Ymya. I owe you."

"Pffsht," she said. "No you don't; I already said, it's payback. Just make sure you say nice things about us when it comes up around town."

"Always."

She dropped the bedclothes onto the mattress. On her way out, she gave Cassian a light shove in its direction. "Whatever's really going on, you'd better actually sleep. You look like you've had a med exam by a rancor."

"Need for sleep is absolutely what's going on." Kay would be able to tell he was being honest, but also resigned to knowing she wouldn't believe him. (She knew him and his circumstances well enough that why on Fest would she? Ever?) "My love to the others—though maybe wait until after we're gone."

"'f course." She nodded courteously to Kaytoo, with another glance between them, but didn't stick around to ask questions. "Let me know before you leave."

She swept out as gracefully as she'd swept in, closing a door at the bottom of the stairs, behind her.

Kay followed in silence, though he was most definitely keeping track of things like directions and exits and even number of people they passed -those he could actually see and those who he could only assume existed- because that was the kind of thing he did, and the myriad of statistical predictions he could get up to, even while recharging, would at least give him something to do so that he didn't end up doing something rash.

He watched the exchange with interest, if only because people who'd known Cassian before he had always interested him if only because they knew a Cassian that he didn't.

"Noted." Was all he said in regards to the charging station, and chances were good that he would go downstairs to charge regardless as to whether the station in the room worked or not, if only so that he could do a still-alert charging cycle. It wouldn't be as efficient, but would allow him to keep tabs on what was going on and if Cassian was potentially in need of a rescue.

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Sorry for delay & hope this is ok! LMK, I can totally edit

no worries my dude, life's been going crazy for a lot of people, myself included

Merci buckets! - zooming along a bit but can def. backpedal

Nooo, is good, I love it