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]

"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.