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]

"Outmoded. Something the owner's just been looking for an excuse to replace." It was urban legend that some gamblers brought the ships to Canto Bight that they wanted stolen, for the insurance write-off. That would certainly be the best way for the thief not to get tracked down for it.

Cassian heaved a sigh and got to his feet. This was not his favorite kind of ploy. "All right. To do this properly, I should get a bottle of something." Slosh enough over himself to reek of alcohol; leave enough in the bottle to splash all over the guards when he waved it at them. Weaponize disgust; lingering distraction.

[icanblendin]

Kay nodded, already running through the listings at the impound, because of course that was information he'd already picked up from his first dip into the systems to confirm the date, "Berth E-38, cargo shuttle, modified, formerly short-range." Which was to say it was more or less what they were used to.

A thoughtful buzz, not quite a hum followed as if the next calculation actually took an effort, "Depending on how robust their security is, the replacement may take as much as five minutes, can you stall that long without getting arrested?" There was something like amusement in the question, the same near-deadpan as 'a lot of noise for two people just blending in' because he was well aware of Cassian's track record, and while two or three minutes was usually doable -and the information update might only take that long- any longer than that was where things got dicey.

[candor1]

Cassian gave (what felt like the first in a long time) a lopsided smile. "One way to find out." Threading such needles was, theoretically, one of his specialties.

(Theoretically? Since when? He'd proven it, multiple times.

…but that was PRO. Pre-Rogue-One.

Pre-Jyn.

Pre-having that casement around himself crack and shatter. He hadn't thought about whether he'd ever be able to lie like that again. He hadn't expected to find out. He wasn't supposed to survive.

Okay. Shh. Later.)

Cassian rapped his knuckles lightly against Kay's side as he passed him, en route to some promising-looking crates. The third one he checked had what he was looking for: bottles of Corellian brandy.

His mouth twisted a little, not readable to most beings in the galaxy; perfectly readable to Kaytoo. A grimace of guilty self-disgust. But Cassian didn't let it go further than that before handing the bottle to Kay. "Ymya might be fine giving us more than she already has, but I don't want to test it. You smuggle this out?"

[icanblendin]

A bottle was a little more difficult to secure than a compact blaster, but he managed, because he definitely recognized that expression and it was one that he always hoped to see less of, since he knew never seeing it again was so small a chance as to be considered impossible.

"The ship is currently registered to a Jovie Breagle, luckily human, that will save some time." If he only had to change an ident photo as opposed to everything it would pare down time needed. Another thoughtful buzz followed, nearly a hum, "There is a room connected to the records and two tournament games yesterday. No movement for the past twelve hours." No room service orders, no registering for tournaments, apparently not leaving -or perhaps not having returned to- the room in question.

There would be a risk there, and Kay took a moment to calculate the risk/reward balance of just replacing the registry wholecloth with one of Cassian's usual aliases versus just changing the picture and forging a check-out plus payoff for the shuttle. Finally what he concluded was, "It will be easier to just claim their identity, but more of a risk if it doesn't work as intended."

[candor1]

"Let's give it a go. Any other details on Breagle?" Whatever Cassian could absorb was one less trap to fall into if quizzed.

Cassian took a moment to look at Kay. Their partnership was, he had to remind himself, mutually beneficial. Under the auspices of Cassian's "ownership", Kay… well… could not just hold a position and have certain access, but could have a continuous existence, at all. Not constantly repossessed and reprogrammed or slagged for parts. An existence Kay hopefully liked, too. He hadn't even been a fully realized individual while slaved to the Empire's programming. Cassian had to remind himself of these things… because he often felt like he'd just conscripted Kay to himself, instead; swapped himself in for the Empire. There were… differences, of course. But… When Kay did so much for him, made so many things possible, and how much did Cassian really do, back…?

Cassian tried to never express these thoughts to Kay. Not that Kay couldn't guess or extrapolate. Especially when, once or twice, when Cassian's cover identity had made it impossible for him to get out of taking intoxicants, and another time when he'd been straight-up dosed; he'd said something after all.

Right now, again in light of whatever they'd gone through, Cassian said something, again. Just facts, this time. He murmured, "If you weren't here, I'd probably have to live on the streets for a month." …But still: gratitude.

[icanblendin]

"Probably." He agreed, matter-of-fact as ever, "But it wouldn't be for that long." Just however long it took for Cassian to get used to running one-man grifts again instead of two.

But, because Kay was who he was, statistics and facts were easier than explaining, and Cassian had asked a question, so he was going to answer it, "Breagle seems to show a preference for games that are mostly chance. The two tournaments he signed up for were mid-stakes. The first was a game of Seven Sisters, though they call it Seven Brides here the rules are virtually the same. The second one was for Flock of Birds, which is a set up like memory tiles, but every few turns, based on the number of players remaining, the tiles shuffle, making it as much luck as skill."

It was possible of course that the man did prefer games of skill and only played those that were mostly chance when there was an audience, but Kay calculated that was unlikely, "Broke even on the wheel of fortune between tournaments."

A little shake of his head followed, "We can presume he's eaten, but nothing has been charged to his room." Which probably just meant that any meals had been purchased with his winnings before they'd been converted to room credit.