(OPEN.)

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

WHO: soloisms and you! (OPEN LOG).
WHERE: Around the City.
WHEN: Just after Han's arrival!
WARNINGS: PG (for now).
SUMMARY: Han decides that it's probably a good idea to try and figure out where he is, but realizes it's hard when there's no Wookie or droid to do it for you.
FORMAT: ACTION TAGS or PROSE, it doesn't really matter.
NOTE: AHH life decided to kick me in the butt for the moment so tags are really, really slow :'( please bear with me!



[ The first thing that Han noticed when he got to the City was that it was all most humanoid, or just humanoid enough for him to be extra careful. While he couldn't speak alien languages, it was just a little bit comforting to know that they didn't know that he knew what they were saying. An advantage for a smuggler, most definitely, but it just seemed this place was way too ... homogenous.

Regardless, Han knew when to be on guard and that it was a bad idea not to be - ever. With his safety blaster gone and any other weapon no where near his disposal, Han had to use those extra sneaking skills he had learned from trying to avoid Jabba. Of course, he'd need money and those people with those very loose pockets might be able to help him out there. Not that he was proud of it, but a smuggler's gotta look out for himself in this big, backward world (really, who used wheels anymore?) he was stuck in.

For once, Han could honestly say that this was an irregular adventure. ]

Comments

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

[saudfhoisadf ow ow ow what the hell???]

What is it with all of you people?

[hellionated]

What is it with you? Dude, seriously? What's your deal, are you new here or what? People aren't just gonna let you steal or what the hell ever.

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

[.... uhh, that gives him an idea.] I'm brand new.

[hellionated]

[That...makes him pause]

You mean you're a new ImPort?

Is that what this is about? Geez, man.

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

[so many judging looks.] And how do you expect me to live without any cash?

[hellionated]

[HEY no judging >[ Julian looks completely unapologetic]

I don't know, you could, uh, get a job? That's what most people do.

But it's not like you have nothing. Didn't you get your tags? There's a number on the back of 'em. That number is a place to live if you want it.

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

[oh you mean those things he threw away.] Oh, uh, right.

[hellionated]

[Damn it, Solo...]

...What? You didn't look at any of the info in the Porter room?

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

What do I look like, a chump? No, I got out of there as fast as I possibly could.

[hellionated]

...So you have no idea where you are.

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

Well would you look what we have here? It's a mind reader.

[hellionated]

Yeah, okay wise guy, I get it.

Look, this is New York. Or a version of it. Version which is pretty much superhero-policed, so pick-pocketing? Less than a smart plan.

And for the record, I'm not a mind reader, I'm telekinetic. [Obviously] But there could be telepaths here, there's all kinds.

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

You think you're speaking Basic, but you're really not. [all of that went right over his head.]

[hellionated]

…

I’m speaking English, but yeah. Okay. Point is? You’ve been brought to a City called New York, on Earth. And pretty much everyone here has superpowers.

And there’s no way out.

Those are the main points.

[soloisms.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah I got the gist of it.

[hellionated]

[Oh yeah]

And if you still have the dogtags, you don’t have to steal. They buy you two hundred bucks a week.

And if you need a place to stay, the MAC is free.