OPEN RP POST • STAR WARS MINGLE ⭐️

[forceshadowed]

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! ♥

Comments

[candor1]

"Hey. No. Been there." Like, an hour ago. And possibly, debatably, this time, too.

Cassian's hand reflexively ran up the other's back, almost cups the back of his head; at the last moment, remembers how weird this is and smooths back down.

He remembers, too, what the other had said when their roles were reversed, and echoes softly: "Wanna talk about it?"

[seenitbefore]

A breath of dry laughter. "No. Nothing new."

He keeps very still - a neutral stillness, long practiced - careful neither to tense up nor pull away, nor to relax into the touch, although he sort of wants to do all three. (Bad enough he managed to wake the guy up again, rather than make it easier to sleep.) His head feels clearer now, and at the same time he feels more exhausted than ever - the kind of contradictory state in which it's easy to drift outside himself, to stop being Cassian or anyone else for that matter. A ghost. Eyes and breath.

After a moment he says mildly, to the mattress, "Well, it was worth a try, anyway."

a tag entirely worth the wait (not)…

[candor1]

"What was?"

they can't all win pulitzers yo

[seenitbefore]

"Being each other's security blanket." The muddy light has a certain dreamlike quality of its own. The other Cassian meets his eyes again, from the far side of that drifting detachment; approving, faintly, of his own calm.

I'm not going without him. Like some selfless boy hero. His mouth takes on a faint, hard curve.

What happened to you?

(What happens to me?)

/laughs/ True! but they CAN be full sentences…

[candor1]

Cassian couldn't help exhaling a laugh. When was the last time he'd been anybody's…?

Kay had—

Policing his expression into a smile, (not lying just choosing,) Cassian moved his hand over the other's shoulder to give it a brief squeeze. "Got some REM sleep in there. I count that as a win."

He shifted aside enough to stretch his shoulders and glance at the light from the window. "Guess we should start to strategize." Which clearly he was looking forward to as much as a drunken ride on a gundark.

in which we impersonate a classic CYOA book I guess

[seenitbefore]

Cassian would like to roll over on his back, scrub his hands over his face till it stops feeling like someone else's, sprawl there and allow himself a minute not to think about anything. There isn't room. He has the fleeting urge to punch his companion in the ribs, hard enough that he'll cut the rueful charm, stop smiling his own "everything's under control" smile at him - he knows it when he sees it, he'd forgotten how kriffing arrogant it looks without the scruff to hide behind, he's -

He doesn't have room for that either. He levers himself up in one decisive move and says briskly, "Yeah. So, how desperate are we to get off this rock? Grab the first ship out, worry about the details later - or find a better base of operations to figure out a solid plan?"

I do love those

[candor1]

Cassian glanced around the attic. It had served their needs to this point, but 'better base of operations'… yeah, it would be good to get somewhere with a holonet interface. …An organic-friendly one. (Stop it. Stop it. Stop.)

"Either way," he said, "we should nail down our objective first. Try to get either of us back to our origin point—" (either of us said for sake of argument); "try to coordinate with a contact—if so, Alliance or not; try to figure out exactly what happened to us, to see if we should set up somewhere entirely independent of all of that, or… try to reverse it."

(He wouldn't try to say he'd never had a death wish. Much of his career had been as much about serving as finding a good way to die. That wasn't how he felt right now… but he also… wouldn't fight it. Go back to Jyn and Kaytoo, as he'd been contented to be, and go out with them. A better death than he ever could have hoped for alone.)

[seenitbefore]

Objectives. He draws a slow, measured breath. Lets out a slow, measured exhale. He still has some of that disconnected feeling, looking at haphazard pieces of himself: the nightmare panic; the irritation that's half resentment and half self-disgust; the instinct to escape, the urge to reach out and cling. None of them fit together at the moment.

Part of his mind hasn't caught up yet. Part of him is still back on Relatta, working out a route through the maze of promises, threats, deals, rivalries, that no longer exists. But that's fine, he can do this, this is what he does. Shut that down and put it away.

Objectives.

"Can't reverse what we don't understand. Not without more to go on. Retracing our steps might give us that, or not." Fingers tap against the cot frame. "It's not just the time frame. Right? It can't be, because we don't line up; when you were here, I was somewhere else. Whoever's in the Core right now, he can't be the same as both of us, because he can't have been in two places at once." His mouth quirks again. "We're good, but not that good."