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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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.

Cassian stood waiting until the sound of the door closing. Then he visibly sagged. Having the prospect of sleep finally so imminent, every obstacle to it suddenly felt even more tiring than they had when he'd been further away.

"Okay," murmured Cassian, more to himself than Kaytoo. Though he also then looked up at Kaytoo with a slight smile. "Think you'll charge up here or downstairs? Do you mind helping me set up, here, before you do?"

Cassian didn't have the energy to bathe before collapsing, but that didn't matter: it would take the same amount of time on either side of sleeping. Washing his clothes, though—which would be handy for being less conspicuous on the street—should happen concurrently. Which meant setting that in motion now. Also, making the bed, since getting the mattress itself filthy with direct unwashed contact would just be rude.

(Very strange, to feel nostalgic for having to just camp on bare ground out-of-doors, when a proper indoor bed was more comfortable and much more secure. However, it also took so much more prep.)

Cassian started to make up the bedclothes while nodding, to Kay, toward the crate Ymya had opened. "Would you mind seeing if there are any clothing-'fresher pods in there? And grabbing the bathing soap she mentioned?"

"Downstairs would make more sense from a security standpoint" He replied even as he moved to the crates, he knew he didn't have to explain himself, and likewise knew that Cassian had probably already assumed he would. But at the same time, even though it was strategically sound, he found that he didn't want to leave Cassian on his own for that long, especially while he was sleeping.

It wasn't something he could explain, and wasn't going to try to do so, either, "But as we don't know how we got here, it may make more sense to stick together." That was his reasoning, at any rate, and he didn't plan on being swayed from it.

Cassian hadn't thought he had a feeling on it. He thought he'd really just been asking.

But then he heard himself say it. "Stay with me. Please?"

That wasn't a tone he was used to hearing from Cassian and so he turned to look, and realizing that it was likely just exhaustion that had caused it -and even if it wasn't, they could both pretend it had been- he nodded, setting aside both laundry and body soap as he answered, "Yes, that would be for the best."

'Just' exhaustion. Right. Heavily, but gratefully, Cassian nodded. He finished making up the bed—at least, to the extent there'd be a layer between the mattress and his unwashed self. Then circled around to pick up the laundry pod where Kay had placed it. He tossed it into the machine, stripped off his clothes, and tossed them unceremoniously after. The only things set aside with any care were the ID transponder off the breast of his jacket, his belt, boots, and ankle holster. He slapped his palm to the control panel. With the reassuring layer of white noise, he finally turned away from everything else and toward the waiting bed.

"You have everything you need?" he asked Kaytoo.

He regarded Cassian for a long moment more, but finally nodded, "Yes." The charging station wasn't difficult to spot, and while it wasn't new, it wasn't so old that he'd need assistance getting plugged in.

"I'll remain on low alert. Just in case." He doubted anything was going to happen, but if it did he wanted to be prepared.

"Thanks, Kay."

Cassian didn't think they'd be disturbed here. He trusted Ymya well enough. But since when had that kind of security helped him sleep better? It was the addition/presence particularly of Kaytoo that had gradually improved his sleep, in his whole life since Carida.

Cassian stepped over to Kay long enough to press his hand briefly to Kay's chestplate.

"If you can possibly help it," he said softly—with the shared knowledge that this wouldn't even be a question if not for this whole we were just dead what are we doing here now thing: "be here when I wake up, yeah?"

He could have quoted statistics, factors of probability, but he knew that neither of those things would be of any help at all, especially when they still didn't know what was happening, and so he just nodded once as he settled in, "I'll see what I can do."

Chances were good that with that low-alert he'd be coming fully online, if only briefly, every hour or so -whether he heard anything or not- just to make sure everything was still as it should be.

Cassian gave one of his rare, slight smiles, curled his fingers once more against Kay's plating, then turned away; and finally collapsed into the bed.

* * *
The six year-old slipped from cover. He ran out onto the great sprawling steps of the Academy. In the midst of the riot, with a toy blaster, he put himself in front of Jeron's body and tried to defend it. He was knocked over by larger bodies who didn't see him at all. The blaster fell somewhere away. The child found his palms braced against Jeron's motionless chest. Something blew up. The child tried to shield the body with his own. Then there were hands on him, pulling him up to his feet.

Much of the time, Cassian didn't sleep deeply. When he was on assignment and had to stay quiet because he was in danger of being located or he was sharing a room (or bed) with someone who couldn't know who he really was. Only really with Kaytoo did he sleep deeply enough to dream.

Because Cassian often fought people in his dreams. Who it was, what point in his life, varied, but the external manifestations didn't. He'd start jolting, sometimes thrashing, and yelling in a nonsense blur of languages.

Right now, he was shaking fit to loose the mattress from the frame and crying out, slurred and disjointed, for someone to get away or let him go.

There was always a brief calculation at times like these, the probability that Cassian would work through it and go back to sleep, or whether the quality of sleep wasn't worth it to let him try, and this seemed to be one of the latter.

Which was why he detached from the charging station to move closer, settling into waking Cassian up, it was a simple alarm, three tones, a pause, and three again, quiet enough not to wake anyone else up, steady enough to break through all but the worst of the dreams, and not urgent enough to startle him awake which was the most important part, really. Startled-awake flailing hadn't ever done Kay any damage, but there had been split knuckles at the least on Cassian's side of things once or twice, before they worked out the current system.

(It was definitely true that whether it was Kaytoo who hit someone, or someone who hit Kaytoo, it was gonna be worse for the one who wasn't a security droid.)

The tones got where they needed to. Cassian went rigid, then limp, then his eyes opened. They darted around the room; he sat up and gave it another sweep; then he looked, blinking, at Kay. "What's up? Anything wrong?"

He shook his head, "Disruptive sleep cycle, I calculated interrupting it would be preferable to letting it continue."

If Cassian had anything to say about it, Kay would listen, but he also wasn't going to press the issue if Cassian wanted to keep the nature of the dreams to himself.

"Oh."

Cassian swiped a hand over his eyes. It was coming back to him.

With anyone else—including himself, when he was alone—he didn't acknowledge the dreams; just tried to brush past them.

With Kaytoo, he always told him. How rotten to conscript someone to help you and then not let them do it…?

Not that he had to say very much. "Carida. My dad."

Shaking himself, Cassian looked toward the window to gauge the light. "What time is it? How long was I out?"

The response, the explanation, either and both at the same time, got a singular nod from Kay, because that was the only answer necessary at the moment.

The actual question, however, did get an answer: "A few hours, more than four, almost five." Which he didn't have to say was longer than Cassian usually managed at a stretch, they both knew it and it was the kind of thing that didn't really bear discussing unless it got much worse than that, which it had, on occasion.

Not bad for him, indeed. Also unusually, Cassian felt he could fall right back to sleep. But better probably not to push it.

He nodded acknowledgment and stood to gather his clothes from the dryer. "Anything happen meantime?"

He shook his head just once, "No, an intoxicated would-be patron was turned away shortly after you actually fell asleep, but nothing actually worth noticing has happened."

Certainly, that kind of thing might have been worth noticing if whoever it was hadn't definitely been turned away, and while there was a small chance that they would return, it was small enough not to be any actual concern.

[Dear Force, a month and a half later (I'M SO SORRY), here I am! I'm sorry to say I let some drama elsewhere take away my RP drive/enjoyment for a while. I think I'm back… and if you're still around and remotely interested, would you like to continue this thread, or start a new one, or jump to a new chapter in *this* one, or… anything, whatsoever? :-) I understand COMPLETELY if not—I would have given up on hearing on me and put me out of mind, if I were you! If that's the case, this tag is just to thank you for an absolutely fantastic thread, and to compliment your wonderful Kaytoo :-) ~ M ]

[As someone who's been there, no apologies needed, honest. I'd be down for any of the above, honestly, continue, skip ahead to the next stage, start something else entirely. I'm easy that way!
I have also just flung you a friend request over on Plurk for ease of conversating.]

[YAY! Thank you and hurray! :-D

Friended! :-) The drama happened on plurk so I've been staying away for a while—if you ever want to reach me more quickly than I'm checking plurk, PMs to this journal will get my attention!

Is there any new direction/development/setting/anything that'd interest you with these two? :) I can certainly see them commandeering a ship… maybe getting into a somewhat vigilante lifestyle…? That's just my first thought, I'm not married to anything.]

[It does tend to happen there, like, to an inordinate amount, but until something better comes along I'm still there.

And now I just cracked up at the idea of them falling into the 'wrong' timeline and becoming well-meaning mercs. Mostly because it's the kind of thing they'd do.]

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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

YAY!! Phew, thank ye!

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sorry for delay! hope this works!

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ooc - ages late with donuts and blue milk

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